Consorting Strength

by Holocron

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Main 6, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 20213

Bucephalus goes on a journey in order to learn what true strength is.

Bucephalus is the pride of his tribe. The strongest of the strong, nothing and nopony has ever defeated him in combat. From his home in Manedonia, Bucephalus is only one step away from becoming consort to King Alexander. But to become the King's Consort, Bucephalus must complete a pilgrimage; the journey to bring back a form of strength foreign to the powerful warrior stallion. Upon the advise of a trusted friend, Bucephalus finds himself in Ponyville, Equestria. It is there that he will discover this new strength within.

The "gore" tab is due to some scenes referring to gory moments, as well as the mention and display of blood and or blood filled scenes.
Story commission for nioniosbbbb.

Published 2015-09-05 19:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-26 18:33:18 UTC

Docking on weakness

"I am to do WHAT!?" The large earth stallion stood before a council of older looking earth ponies, both mare and stallions.

"That is correct Bucephalus." An elderly looking, hooded stallion answered. "You are not ready to assist the throne. You are lacking in something."

"Lacking? LACKING?!" The stallion raged. "I am lacking nothing! I am the strongest in the kingdom!"

"Our decision is final Bucephalus!" Another councilor raised her voice. "Now leave our sight before you shame yourself more than you have already."

Not even in sleep could Bucephalus find peace. Waking up on the small boat he brought with him, the large tan brown stallion got up from his silken bed. Using his large hooves to move his long, saggy black mane from his eyes, Bucephalus expressed great disdain for the morning; hoping that everything was a dream, yet realized the truth when he awoke. Seeing no joy in going back to sleep, Bucephalus slowly got out of bed and went above deck to see where his ship has brought him. Looking around, he saw that this strange land was much different from his native Manedonia.

"Dammit Helestia." Bucephalus cursed aloud. "Why would she claim this land would give me what I seek? It already appears to be disappointing." Upon seeing that there were no ports, and the only visible civilization was a massive cloud city with bright lights called Las Pegasus, Bucephalus sighed in annoyance, which was only mildly relieved when he saw the mouth of a river nearby, just big enough for his personal craft to sail through. "The river it is."

For the next couple days, Bucephalus sailed down this river; going slightly North-Eastern in direction along its banks. His opinion of the land changed very little. The only solace he developed along this river was how the land was beginning to look similar to his homeland. The vast grass meadows, the mountains in the distance, and how open and endless the sky seems brought Bucephalus's thoughts back to his mission.

"I'm lacking they said, why the nerve of that council!" Bucephalus paced back and forth in frustration.

Manedonia was a vast country to the far east of Equestria. Its inhabitants were mostly Earth ponies with few Pegasus and even less Unicorns. So strength was everything. And Bucephalus was regarded as the strongest in his tribe, maybe even the country itself. When the former king passed on, his son Alexander ascended to the throne. As colt hood friends, Bucephalus was set to become the new king's advisor and trusted ally. But the Manedonia Tribunal, the secondary political power in the country under the king, was not convinced that Bucephalus was suited for such a role. So they refused his attempt to become the king's advisor.

After his current failed attempt to prove the Tribunal wrong, Bucephalus was at his wit's end. Only one pony, aside from Alexander could brave Bucephalus anger. Helestia, Alexander's mother; despite her age, the pale white earth mare was still as beautiful as she was in her youth. Her ebony black mane was the envy of most mares in Manedonia, and her practical wisdom was well respected by even the Tribunal even to the point where she received her open mouth mask cutie mark for her rhetoric and practical wisdom.

"Now my dear Bucephalus." Helestia counseled the angry stallion. "The Tribunal is not always right but not always wrong. Look at what they mean when they speak to you."

"What they say?" Bucephalus did not always understand Helestia's words. "They called me weak and unfit to serve Alexander. What hidden meaning is behind their words?"

"Weakness is not always that of the physical, or even mystical Bucephalus." Helestia placed her gentle hoof on Bucephalus shoulder. "You are strong, but not wise. Would you be able to serve Alexander and Manedonia with a limited mind?"

"...no..." Bucephalus growled a bit, admitting she was right. "But what can I do to become stronger then?"

"I will give you my personal ship, you must sail in the direction of the rising Sun." Helestia offered her guidance. "From there you will travel until you find a pony who can show you what true strength is."

"That's it?! That could take an eternity!" Bucephalus objected.

"That is all I can give." Helestia told the still angered stallion. "You know I can only give guidance, not hand over the lesson."

"For over sixty days I have sailed and sailed. And not a single pony i have met would give me anything even remotely close to strength/" Bucephalus paced back and forth along the deck of the small vessel. Soon enough, however, Bucephalus saw that the river was soon to reach a small town. An upcoming sign read 'Ponyville'. Bucephalus only sighed. "Ponyville eh. I do not know what strength you think I may find Helestia. But I will continue to look if that is what I must do."

Docking his ship on a small shoreline that bordered near the outskirts of the small town, Bucephalus sighed in frustration at this new destination. From what he noticed, this town, this Ponyville looked like some weak backwater that bordered a forest and rested at the base of a mountain. A small reminder of home, but that's all Bucephalus showed care over the town. Taking a deep breath, Bucephalus loaded a saddle bag with some supplies and coin he could barter or trade to restock his ship. He didn't plan to stay too long. There was no possible way strength existed in such a small town.

When he finally entered the town, Bucephalus was surprised to see how small the resident ponies were compared to him. He was almost twice the size of any of the stallions, let alone the mares. This was definitely going to be a quick stop. Thankfully, the ponies simply moved out of his way and didn't talk to him. So at least this Podunk town recognized strength when they saw it and treated it with the proper respect. All he had to do was sell and trade and be on his way.

As he turned a corner, Bucephalus felt something small and fluffy bump into him. Looking down to see what was in his way was a pink Earth mare with the puffiest mane and tail Bucephalus ever seen. As she backed away a little, Bucephalus was prepared to hear this small thing apologize for being in his way.

"OhheyhowareyouIneversawyouaroundherebeforeareyounew???!!!" The pink mare let out spew after spew of some high pitch babbling. Bucephalus was ready to cover his ears to block out such an annoying sound. "Oh! You’reabigone! Whereyoufrom? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

"SILENCE small creature!" Bucephalus raised his deep voice at the annoying pony before him. "Who are you to waste my valued time with your inane babble?"

"Oh I'm sorry." The mare giggled, completely unfazed by Bucephalus uproar. "My name's Pinkie Pie. What's your name?"

"If it will silence you. I am Bucephalus, soon to be consort and advisor to King Alexander of Manedonia." Bucephalus declared, his tone was filled with pride and determination.

"Hmmm I'll call you Bucey!" Pinkie smiled.

"I will not be called such a ridiculousness word." Bucephalus responded. "I have earned my name of Bucephalus and I shall be called such!"

"Oh sorry Bucey-Buceph-Bucephealias?" Pinkie apologized, though she failed at every attempt to pronounce Bucephalus's name. "But anyway! What brings you to Ponyville?"

"Ugh." Bucephalus sighed, it would take the patience of the gods to deal with this mare. "If it will get you to leave, I am on a journey."

"Oh!!! A journey!" Pinkie bounced up and down around the large stallion. "What kinda journey? What are you looking for?"

"If you must know, I am looking for strength." Bucephalus explained. "The form of strength that would greatly serve my King."

"Strength?" Pinkie titled her head in confusion, then an idea sparked in her head. "I know some pony who's strong."

Bucephalus's ear perked a little at the comment. "If this is true, bring me to him."

"Well it's more of a ‘her’." Pinkie said, grabbing Bucephalus, almost dragging him; though he soon started to follow. "But she's super strong."

'A mare who's considered strong?' Bucephalus thought. He was not against the idea of a mare being strong or displaying strength, but generally the strongest in a town was a stallion. Perhaps it was curiosity, or possibly some unknown feeling, but Bucephalus decided to entertain this Pinkie Pie's suggestion.

It's all in the hoof

Trotting along after the bouncing pink mare, Bucephalus contemplated what sort of 'strong pony' Pinkie Pie was mentioning. 'Who is this strong mare?' He asked himself. 'Strong mares are not rare back home, but is this mare strong by my standards?' As they traveled more towards Sweet Apple Acres, Bucephalus took in the sights of the tree. 'It almost reminds me of the vineyards back home.'

"We're here!" Pinkie announced, now bouncing around Bucephalus. "Welcome to Sweet Apple Acres!!"

"I'll admit the smell of apple trees are quite refreshing." Bucephalus admitting. "Now where is the mare you spoke of?"

"Oh she's over there." Pinkie pointed towards a galloping pony in the distance.

The mare who Pinkie directed towards was an orange earth mare with a long, tied back blonde mane and a cowboy hat held on her head. Bucephalus looked at the mare with a degree of skepticism. Maybe this mare wasn't as strong as he expected. Just as Bucephalus was ready to walk away until he heard a loud noise.

THUD!

The sudden noise of a hard impact ran through Bucephalus body. He could feel the vibration from his hooves to his chest. Quickly turning around to see the source of such a feeling, he saw the same farmer mare, but this time she carried a large barrel full of apples on her back and there was one tree that was empty of apples. He wasn't sure what the reason was, but this new revelation brought a faint smile across Bucephalus's face. Whoever this mare was, he was interested in knowing.

"See, see?! Oh you missed it!" Pinkie said in a disappointed manner, to which Bucephalus just put his large hoof on her mouth to shut her up.

"Just tell me, who that mare was and how did she do that?" Bucephalus asked. "Show me where she dwells."

"Oh where she lives? Sure!" Pinkie smiled, bouncing towards the barn house. "Just follow me."

Arriving at the house, Pinkie knocked at the door. "APPLEJACK? YOU HOME?"

"Howdy Pinkie." Said a small voice when the door opened, revealing Applejack's little sister.

"Oh hey Applebloom." Pinkie smiled at the small yellow and red filly. "Where's ApplejacK?"

"Oh she's in the barn storing apples with Big Mac." Applebloom pointed towards the barn. Then her small eyes looked up at Bucephalus, who by comparison was almost four times her size. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh this is Bucey." Pinkie said, to the great aggravation of Bucephalus.

"I am Bucephalus of Manedonia." Bucephalus corrected.

"Bu...ce...pha...lus...?" Applebloom tried to pronounce out, and mildly succeeded; much to Bucephalus relief.

"Thank you for being able to properly pronounce it small one." Bucephalus nodded, then turned towards the barn and started walking. "But I must speak with your sister."

Bucephalus walked towards the barn, his thoughts continued to question how strong this Applejack was. Or at the very least, could she show him a kind of strength Helestia mentioned? Reaching the large red doors, Bucephalus knocked on them to call for Applejack's attention. Only waiting a couple minutes, the doors opened, but it wasn't the mare Applejack who opened the door. But a much larger stallion. A red stallion with an orange mane and a farming yolk around his strong looking neck and shoulders. Even Bucephalus was impressed with how strong this stallion must be, he was only a few inches shorter than Bucephalus, but he almost radiated strength and power.

'Maybe I was looking for the wrong pony?' Bucephalus thought. 'This one looks much stronger.'

"Heyya Big Mac!" Pinkie smiled at her large cousin. "Is Applejack busy, I got somepony I want to introduce."

"Greetings." Bucephalus greeted. "I am here for a mare named Applejack. I was informed she lived here."

Big Mac said nothing; only fully opened the barn door, stepping outside, and facing Bucephalus. Only an inch shorter, Big Mac could still stare Bucephalus directly in the eye. Pressing his hooves down on the soft dirt, making a small indent, Big Mac gritted his teeth, tensing his muscles, yet flexing to show he was a mass of bulk and power. Bucephalus only grinned at the sight and decided to show off too. Taking a similar position, Bucephalus tensed his muscles, flexing in a slightly different manner that Big Mac; showing off more his upper muscle, chest, and shoulders to the farm stallion. The two large earth stallions stared each other down with their displays of strength, each not willing to back down.

Pinkie only watched in utter confusion, Bucephalus and Big Mac continued flexing their massive frames, and their intense eyes never leaving the other. But this little match of muscle was to come to an end soon. The two muscular stallions were reaching their breaking point. Sweat beaded from their bodies, muscles twitched, and veins looked ready to pop from the pressure. Just as the two large stallions were at a breaking point from the tension, they reared their forehooves up, as if to strike the other. But instead of hooves striking the other, both stallions' extended their hooves in a friendly hoof shake. Both their eyes sparking with approval, no more so than Bucephalus himself.

"We are the same you and I." Bucephalus could almost cry from the experience. Since leaving his home for this journey, he had long given up that anypony could match the strength of his home. This strong stallion, this Big Mac was proof that there could be strong ponies outside his tribe.

"Eeyup." Big Mac nodded with a sincere smile. Then turning back towards the inside of the barn. "Applejack is inside."

"Thank you." Bucephalus nodded, patting Mac on the shoulder, walking in the barn.

The inside was filled with large cubes of hay, all stacked in a pile. The aroma of hay, fermented apples, and a slight hint of sweat. It all reminded Bucephalus of home. He let out a small sigh of nostalgia, he was only in this town for less than a day, and in the time he’s been there, all he could think about was his home. Now, more so than before, Bucephalus was determined to find whatever strength this town could offer. After a couple seconds, you find Applejack, currently loading apples into large barrels and then stacking the barrels.

"Almost done." Applejack said with a smiling, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Here we go." With an arching of her back, she was able to stack the last barrel.

"Impressive." Bucephalus said, almost clapping his hooves. "Those barrels are perhaps forty-five kilos each, but you stack them as if they were only five."

"Uh why thank you." Applejack responded, kinda confused as to who this large stallion was. "Uh who are you?"

"I am Bucephalus of the Stronghoof tribe in Manedonia." Bucephalus said with pride on her face, making sure to puff out his chest a little.

"But you can call him Bucey!" Pinkie added, much to Bucephalus dissatisfied expression.

"Bucephalus?" Applejack tilted her head. "And where is Manedonia? Well whoever you are, what you doing here in Ponyville?"

"Well for one, thank you for being able to actually pronounce my name." Bucephalus nodded, getting to the point. "I am here to find strength. The strength to help my country. So I was told by this pink one here that you are strong." Bucephalus then looked around the barn, taking in the sights of the apple barrels and stacks of hay. "I can see you are strong." Bucephalus also noticed Applejack's frame was not as muscular up close. "But I am curious how you became strong? How do you take down the apples with mere hooves? You seem so-"

"If the next word I hear from you is 'small', I'll be sending you through the trees." Applejack said in a calm, yet angry manner.

Bucephalus raised an eyebrow, he hadn't been threatened in any way since his younger days back home. Eager to see how this young mare would respond, Bucephalus decided to call Applejack's bluff. "Smal-

Bucephalus didn't even finish the word he felt Applejack introduce him to Bucky Magilligan and Kicks McGee. The impact was not a painful one, but the rear hooves had enough force to knock Bucephalus off his hooves, on his back, and couple meters away. The large stallion's eyes were wide open in surprise. He hadn't been struck like that in years. Slowly getting up, Bucephalus's face bore the most pleasant and eager smile. "Young Applejack." He said, his tense body walking over to Applejack, who was ready to give him a round two to the face. But just as another bucking was to take place, Bucephalus placed his hoof on Applejack's shoulder. "Thank you."

"Uh!? What?!" Applejack responded in confusion. Even Pinkie looked confused.

"I have been on my search for months and not a single place aside from my own country have shown even a small amount of strength." Bucephalus smiled, patting Applejack's shoulder a tad. "But since coming here, and seeing both you and your brother, I am confident there is strength here." He then bowed his head slightly. "So would you kindly, show me how you have become so strong?"

"Well, I'll show ya." Applejack said, not put off but rather feeling a tad awkward at Bucephalus's request. Guiding him out of the barn, Applejack gestured her hoof at the fields of apple trees. "Well, here we are."

"So you gain this power from bucking at the apple trees?" Bucephalus asked, a bit skeptical that this would qualify for even an exercise, let alone what he was after.

"Uh yes." Applejack responded. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"No. Lying means you're intentionally keeping it a secret." Bucephalus shook his head. "What I'm calling you is delusional. There is no way working all those trees, even alone, would yield what you just displayed."

Applejack let out an annoyed grunt, and crooked an eyebrow. "Fine, follow me." She then turned to Big Mac. "Hey Big Mac, take the rest of today off, Bucephalus here will take your place today."

"Eeyup." Big Mac responded, patting Bucephalus on his shoulder with a nod.

Looking at the vast amounts of trees, Bucephalus looked for something, anything that made this look challenging. Shrugging his shoulders, Bucephalus walked towards the first tree. From what he could guess, all he had to do was strike the tree and the apples will come down…simple. Pulling back his forehooves, Bucephalus struck the tree in a loud thud, crack, and breaking sound. Not only did every apple, ripe and still growing fall, but the whole tree fell over.

“WHAT THE BUCK!?” Applejack shouted. “How, what?!”

“I didn’t expect it to be so brittle?” Bucephalus said aloud, looking at the broken stump and his hoof.

“You broke a tree?!” Applejack said in both anger and confusion. “How could you do that?!”

“I didn’t mean to.” Bucephalus replied, not in remorse but just in a neutral response. “I only did the same thing you did, I hit the tree to get apples. It’s not my fault you have such brittle trees.”

“You have to buck it softly.” Applebloom explained, trotting up besides Applejack and Bucephalus.

“Softly?” Bucephalus asked. “From what I heard, you hit the tree hard.”

“Hard enough to get the apples.” Applejack explained, pointing at the knocked down tree. “But soft enough where that doesn’t happen.”

“I don’t do soft.” Bucephalus replied. “Soft doesn’t get the job done.”

“I’m just telling you how apple bucking is done.” Applejack said, bucking a tree and only knocking down the ripe apples. “If you don’t think you can do it, then you’re free to leave.”

Bucephalus only responded with a low growl as he slowly approached the next tree. ‘I will not lose to some arbor or some pomum.’ Bucephalus thought to himself as he set himself to hit the next tree. “Here we go.”

Bucephalus’s hoof indented the tree, but was off center, causing a large chunk of the tree trunk to shatter off. And once again, every apple fell atop Bucephalus. "ARGHH!!" He shouted, backhoofing the same battered tree, sending a decently sized chunk hurtling at Applebloom. "Look out!"

Applebloom was unable to react fast enough, the chunk was about to hit her. But at the very last moment, the large mass of muscle that was Big Mac took the chunk of wood; shattering it against his body into large splinters.

"Big Mac?!" Applebloom said, a few small tears forming when she saw some bits of wood sticking out of him. "Are you okay?"

Despite the obvious pain he should be in, Big Mac turned to his little sister with a gentle smile. "Eeyup. Go to Applejack."

"O-okay. I'll get Applejack." Applebloom said, running off to find her sister.

Bucephalus stood there, frozen in what just happened. Big Mac was easily a dozen meters away from where they were, but in the instant his sister was in danger, he just showed up, took the brunt of the debris and acted like it was nothing. Before Bucephalus could say or do anything, Big Mac trotted up to Bucephalus, and with a swift motion, punched the strong pony across the face; knocking some wind out of Bucephalus and sending him on his knees. Coughing from the sudden assault, Bucephalus looked up to Big Mac but couldn't think of anything to say.

"I don't know where you're from." Big Mac said in one of his rare moments of talking. "You are strong, but you have no control." Bucephalus was about to speak, to defend himself, but his words were cut short before they could begin. "Nothing is so strong as gentleness, and nothing is so gentle as real strength. Think about that for a while, and don't you ever endanger my family again." Big Mac then trotted away to pull the wooden splinters from his body; leaving Bucephalus.

Sitting alone, Bucephalus's mind thought of what just occurred. 'I know I shouldn't have.' He thought to himself, trying to understand it all. 'I'm glad that little one wasn't hurt. But that Big Mac was able take that attack and he did not so much as flinch.' He then looked back at the broken tree. 'Gentle? To be gentle is to have real strength? What does that mean? I have to make it up to them. I have to make this right though....But how? I do not know them well enough to know how to make this right.'

While Bucephalus thought about his next step, the sudden sound of a certain pink mare than rang in his ears. "Hey Bucey!!"

'Oh great, it's that one.' Bucephalus thought, then a spark went off in his head. 'Wait, she's friends with Applejack, she can help me.'

Bucephalus got up to face where Pinkie was coming from, but when he turned around, his eyes went wide with surprise. Trotting besides Pinkie was a sight Bucephalus never believed he would see anywhere outside his home. A purple mare was besides Pinkie, but it was not her horn that stood out; she had wings and a horn, she was an Alicorn.

'There's no way?!' Bucephalus thought to himself, mind racing. 'Even in this country, there are still gods?!"

"Heyya Bucey!" Pinkie said, hugging Bucephalus; but due to his surprise, he allowed it. "Have was Applejack? Oh have you met my friend Twilight? Twilight, this is my friend Bucey."

"Hello." Twilight greeted, bowing her head with a smile. "But uh, what is he doing?"

Pinkie looked back at Bucephalus, to find he was currently prostrating himself, his face all but buried in the dirt. "Forgive me." Bucephalus said, not sure why a goddess would come to him personally, obviously it had to be punishment, for his near accident earlier. "I was ignorant and unaware that a goddess lived here. I will accept any punishment for my transgression and rudeness."

"Punishment?" Twilight tilted her head. "What are you talking about? Also, I'm not a god, I'm an Alicorn."

"Where I am from." Bucephalus replied, his face still on the ground. "Alicorns are the earthly incarnations of our gods." Then he tilted his head slightly to gesture at Pinkie. "I was also unaware this mare here was your servant. I am deeply sorry for my actions here, and that I almost hurt that young filly."

"You almost hurt Applebloom?!" Pinkie said, her tail sticking out in surprise. Turning towards the farm, Pinkie sped off.

"Bucey right?" Twilight asked, walking close to Bucephalus. "Is Applebloom okay?"

"It's actually Bucephalus your grace." Bucephalus replied. "And she is fine, the larger stallion jumped in front of her. Please before I am to be punished, I only wish to make it right to them. But I do not know how."

Placing her hoof on his shoulder, Twilight smiled gently. "I'll help you, I'm sure we can all talk this out. But first, why don't you come with me, I want to know more about where you're from."

"Shouldn't we settle the matter now?" Bucephalus asked in a respectful manner, ever cautious of this Alicorn's potential wrath.

"Pinkie will talk to Applejack, but right now may not be the best time to approach her." Twilight smiled. "Come on, I'm curious where you're from."

"I will tell you all you need to know your grace." Bucephalus said, not moving from his bow.

"Okay. Why don't you come with my, I have some books I can write in back at the castle." Twilight gestured Bucephalus to follow. "Also, if you don't mind, you can just call me Twilight."

"Yes your- I-I mean Twilight." Bucephalus slowly getting up from his gesture, and started following behind Twilight.

The Castle of Friendship, the massive tree-like crystal that stood in the near center of Ponyville stood high. To Bucephalus, it was quite the sight. Only back in Manedonia, has he seen such a structure. It certainly looked out of place among the rural, and wooden houses. Twilight nodded and guided Bucephalus into the palace, one thing that stood out was the lack of guards, servants, not even one priest or acolyte was in sight.

'If this a temple.' Bucephalus thought. 'The citizens are lucky their patron goddess is so kind as to tolerate this.'

"Here we are." Twilight said, opening the large double doors that lead to the central room. The room was empty of any of the mane six, only Spike was napping in her marked chair. While the large table held the ethereal map of Ponyville. "This is the Castle of Friendship's Throne room." Bucephalus took immediate note of the amount of chairs, and Spike.

"Uh Twilight?" Bucephalus tried to ask as respectfully as possible. "Are you the only god here? I can only assume the other chairs belong to other gods. And where are your servants? The priests, the acolytes? There's not even an echoing prayer." Then he gestured at Spike. "And your familiar is rather...modest."

"Maybe you should explain your home and culture first." Twilight smiled, gesturing towards Applejack's chair. "Have a seat, while I get some books and scrolls." Twilight trotted over to Spike, gently nudging him to wake him up. "Spike? Spike? I need your help."

"Hmm wha?" Spike said, wiping the sleepie from his eyes. "Oh hey Twilight. Who's your friend?"

"This is Bucephalus. He's from another country that isn't on the map." Twilight said with a grin. "So can you bring me a few blank scrolls and books?"

"Sure." Spike said, getting up and walking out of the room.

"This temple is quite remarkable" Bucephalus complimented as he and Twilight waited for Spike to return. 'The seat I'm in now bears the same cutie mark as Applejack. Is she another god in disguise, or a demi-god perhaps?' "Twilight if I may ask?"

"You don't have to be so formal." Twilight smiled. "Just be yourself, be casual."

"Okay." Bucephalus nodded. "Applejack and Pinkie Pie are your servants right?"

"Uh No. No no no." Twilight shook her head. "I don't have any servant. They're my friends."

"I see." Bucephalus responded, noticing that Spike had returned.

"Here you are Twilight." Spike said, placing a pile of blank scrolls and pages on the table. "Now if you'll excuse me." Spike let out with a yawn. "I'm gonna go take a nap."

"Your familiar is quite...unique." Bucephalus commented.

"He's not my familiar." Twilight chuckled, getting the pages organized and getting an ink well. "He's my brother."

Bucephalus didn't even question it; a goddess having a dragon as a sibling was not the most surprising or strange thing he's ever heard. "So...Twilight. What would you like to know?"

Twilight's eyes sparkled with the thrill of learning something new and exciting. "Everything! Everything you can tell me about your tribe, your home, your culture; everything."

"Very well." Bucephalus responded. "And then you shall help me with my debt to Applejack?"

"I promise." Twilight nodded with a smile, dipping her quill in the ink. “Now let's begin."

Back in the country of Manedonia, unrest shook the senate chamber. Inside were three senators, all were elderly earth stallions. All were bald and wore the robes of a senator. All three were against the idea of Bucephalus rising to consort to the king, but agreed to his leaving on his journey. They had hoped that he would simply die along his journey, but now they were getting worried.

"What if he returns?" One senator asked.

"If he does return, then that fool will be the King's Consort." The other senator answered. "The King's radical plans for expansion is one thing, but if Bucephalus is there, then we will have a new problem. We cannot have our country merge with those barbarians. I, for one, do not want a repeat of many lives were lost to the other city-states?"

"Gentle colts please." The third senator called. "I have a plan to deal with that foolish child."

"And what do you propose?" The first senator asked.

"You may come in." The third called to the door. Entering the room was a deep green earth stallion. His dirt brown mane almost covered his piercing yellow eyes. His cutie mark bore a crimson pony skull with a knife through it. "I believe you have met my son Antenor?"

"Antenor?!" The other senators asked at once. "What are you planning?"

"Tell them of your plan my son?" The third asked.

"I will find Bucephalus." Antenor answered, very calmly, and very coldly. "And I shall ensure he will not damage the kingdom, the country, or anyone else."

Strength in Unity

"And finally, the country has entered a state of peace under the rule of our new King Alexander." Bucephalus said, concluding his hours of discussion and lecture about Manedonia to a more than eager Twilight; who by now has filled more scrolls and books than she thought.

"That's so fascinating Bucephalus." Twilight commented, almost down with the current scroll. "And Bucephalus, I noticed you haven't yet explained why you yourself are here."

"I was sent on a journey to find "True Strength" by my King's mother Helestia." Bucephalus explained, much to the slight irritation in his voice at remember the cause of all this. "The Manedonian Tribunal, which is just a collection of Senators under the King insult me by saying I would become a disgrace if I were to serve as King Alexander's Adviser. And Helestia, in all her "wisdom" claims I can find great strength out here. Though she never mentioned a place called "Ponyville", but this town does remind me a little of home."

"Oh that's still nice to hear." Twilight said, finishing her writing before having Spike carry them all away to be shelved. "I can understand you must miss your home, and I am honored you feel our town feels like home."

"Well the specific part of Manedonia I live in is more a...marble city." Bucephalus corrected. "But this Ponyville reminds me of the neighboring countryside and the other city-states. But now, if you would help me with my concern over my offense to Applejack."

"Oh! Of course." Twilight smiled. "I'm pretty sure she's calm enough to talk to now. What I think we should do it-"

"Your highness!" A Unicorn stallion floating several papers and documents in the air rushed into the room. "You have to appear before court now, I can't hold off your appointments any longer!"

Bucephalus had to resist ever urge to crush this unicorn under his hoof for such an insult; how dare he interrupt a Goddess. If this were Manedonia, such an insult would end with that Unicorn being a pile of ash and salt for interrupting a god. But Bucephalus noticed that Twilight did not seem the least bit annoyed or irritated. Ponyville was indeed lucky to have such a kind and forgiving god over them. Twilight's eyes did open a bit over reading all the documents.

"I'm sorry Bucephalus." Twilight apologized, getting from her seat with the documents in the air around her. "I do need to handle these appointments first, then we can discuss how to make it up to Applejack. I promise." Twilight was nearly at the door, when a new idea reached her. "How about you join me Bucephalus. You want to be a King's Adviser, so how about you see how Equestria court functions and observe how our culture does things."

Bucephalus only nodded at the offer, following close after Twilight. She was right, if he wanted to serve his King, he had to gain some experience. 'So maybe Helestia had some idea behind her words.' Was all Bucephalus could think as he followed into the main audience room.

The hall of the Friendship Castle was just like the outside, crystals adorning the walls and ceiling. It stood out midst the rural huts and cottages in town. The central audience chamber held but a single throne of crystal at the far end and a massive door at the other. Bucephalus's mind once again felt a sort of resemblance to the audience chambers back in Macedonia. His heart missed his country and a new found determination to prove himself was slowly sparking inside him. The smell of polished crystal and even the faint aroma of worried ponies hung in the air. The large sun roof let in natural light and the reflective crystal illuminated the hall. Looking at the ponies, Bucephalus counted maybe a dozen ponies. Bucephalus took a deep breath, he was going to do the best he could to assist Twilight in her appointments and prove he can become a King's Adviser.

After Twilight took her seat and gestured to have Bucephalus on her left and the previous Unicorn with all the scrolls to announce the ponies. The first ponies were called forward; two stallions, one was chestnut colored and had no mane or tail, but a bushy dark brown beard and a ho farming cutie mark, the other being a dirty grey in color, crop short black mane and tail and with a shovel cutie mark. Both stallions were both angry staring at the other, though remaining silent. Bucephalus and Twilight sat and listen to the ponies' protest.

"Your highness." The chestnut one started. "My farm grows the finest potatoes in Ponyville and as I was getting my fields ready, I was considering an expansion. So naturally I moved my territories a little outwards until I reached a large rock. It took a little effort, but after a few hours, I was able to move the rock off my land-"

"And into mine!" The second stallion snapped. "Princess, my farmland grows the local rooted vegetables and while I was going to plant this year's harvest, I found this pony pushing a large rock onto my land, and destroying my precious cabbages! So naturally, I pushed the rock back on his land, and even expanded my ruined cabbages into his area. It's only fair, taking back what he took from me."

"Hmm I see." Twilight pondered for a moment on the two ponies. It would be easy to simply lift the rock with magic, but that would only lead the two farmers to fight over the new spots of land. She needed something that could settle this. She then turned to Bucephalus. "Bucephalus, do you have any suggestions as how to settle this?"

"I may in fact your worship." Bucephalus said, walking to one of the guards. "May I borrow this?" The guard nodded and gave Bucephalus his spear. "Now you two claim that you wish to expand your lands, but this rock seems to block your way?" The two nodded. "I offer this, whoever removes this spear from my hoof gets claim to the lands that belong to the one who cannot."

"Bucephalus, I asked for advice, no to bet lands." Twilight said, about to tell Bucephalus that his method seems too much.

"With respect your worship." Bucephalus politely responded. "I am certain both ponies will reach a satisfactory conclusion."

Twilight sat back, accepting Bucephalus's decision and watching the first stallion try. The chestnut stallion gripped at the spear with both hooves and pulled with full force, straining his limps and tensing his muscles, but to no avail. The spear remained firmly in Bucephalus's hoof's grip. Realizing his loss, the first stallion let go, allowing the other to try. With both hooves and even the strength of his teeth weren't enough to even budge the spear. Both stallions then tried again, but this time, whether it was planned or not; or merely both were infuriated that they could lose their lands over something so trivial as to be unable to move a spear. But both stallions together were just barely enough to budge the spear from Bucephalus's grip, the sudden release of his hoof caused both stallions to fall to the ground.

"That settles it." Bucephalus announced, but to the two stallions' and even Twilight's confusion.

"Settles what?" The chestnut farmer snapped. "We both took the spear, we can't both take from each others lands. This was pointless!"

"Bucephalus? Was there a reason for this?" Twilight politely asked.

"There was a point." Bucephalus answered, taking a deep breath, remembering that this wasn't his home and that there might have been a confusion in his intent. "Allow me to explain. Back in my home country, we tell a story of an apple tree and two farmers. There were two farmers, both lands were separated by a large apple tree at their borders. Half of its sweet fruit fell to one side, and half fell to the other. One day, a fruit fell in the center, and both farmers laid claim to it. Unable to accept surrendering this single fruit to the other, both farmers fought over it, beating and striking each other until their very conflict struck the tree, casing every leaf and every fruit, both ripe and unripe to fall upon them. This left the tree bare and near dead. It wasn't until the wisdom of our first King came and divided the fruit into two perfectly even halves. It was then that the farmers learned the error of their actions and made peace with each other."

"What was the point of that story?" The other stallion asked.

"It appears I must show you." Bucephalus started walking towards the two. "Take me to this rock."

"Bucephalus?" Twilight was curious what he was planning even leaving her seat to follow behind; which left the Unicorn attendant to handle the other appointments.

The fields with the large rock was only a few minutes of a walk away from the castle and Bucephalus gave it a quick look over. The rural farmland was quite large, Bucephalus was amazed how such a small town could have so much farmland. But that was besides the point of his walk, his purpose was this rock, the cause of the farmers' complaints. Pressing his hoof against the rock, Bucephalus immediately knew that something like this could be easily pulverized or even be pushed off the land with ease. But that wouldn't help these farmers learn. They had to learn for themselves the lesson Bucephalus had in mind.

"So this is the rock?" Bucephalus asked, as both farmers nodded in response. "And you claim that alone all you could manage was to push it on the others land?" Both ponies nodded again, with a little more anger across their faces. "I want you both to move this rock."

"If we couldn't do it alone, what makes you think both of us will make a difference?" The chestnut stallion asked.

"Just do it." Bucephalus snapped, intimidating the two to move to the rock.

Standing side by side, the two stallions pressed their hooves against the rock. Their muscles tensed as they pushed, not towards one field, and not towards the other, but down the middle. Both stallion pressed and pressed, sweat beading down their faces as they struggled with the rock. But, just the spear, their joined effort started to pay off. The rock budged, and not just that, because of its own size and weight, once the farmers pushed it enough, the rock fell forward, landing directly between the two farmers' lands. The sight of how those two were able to work together to move the rock brought a faint smile across Bucephalus's face, and it widened Twilight's eyes a little.

"You did it." Bucephalus congratulated, walking over to the tipped over rock. "But the task is not yet over."

"We barely could knock it over, even together." The other farmer commented. "It'll take all day, maybe even a week to move this off our lands."

"There's no need." Bucephalus said, raising his hoof and with a firm and swift motion, sent it down on the rock. The impact was more than enough to shatter the stone into smaller pieces. "This should be much easier to carry."

"Wait a minute?!" The chestnut stallion snapped in anger. "If you could've done that, why didn't you from the beginning? Why make us do all the work when you could've done it on your own?"

"Because you wouldn't have learned." Bucephalus explained. "It would b so much easier to simply hand over the answer, when it's more rewarding to learn it for yourself." Looking over at the rock and the farmers, seeing their eyes widen with realization. "I don't know how Unicorn magic is here, but in my country, the few Unicorns we have could've easily lifted or destroyed this rock. Yet instead of choosing the path where you learn to work together, you chose to complain and do nothing when the answer was obvious."

Bucephalus said nothing else as he left the two farmers, and walked over to Twilight, who wasn't alone. Standing next to her was Applejack, with a more amazed, rather than angry look at Bucephalus. Bucephalus said nothing, only looked at Applejack, as if he wantd to say something but couldn't find the words.

"That was amazing Bucephalus." Twilight commented, breaking the ice. "I didn't think you'd be able to break that rock so easily. I was worried I'd have to use my magic."

"I'm thankful that I was able to reach a similar conclusion to the problem as you your worship." Bucephalus nodded in gratitude, happy he didn't do anything to make the situation worse. "Hopefully they'll learn to work together rather than against each other."

"I have to say, I was wrong about you." Applejack spoke up. "After talking to Pinkie, and seeing how you handled those two. I want to say, I'm sorry for what happened."

"No." Bucephalus said, bowing forward. "I was wrong to let my anger get the better of me and risk the safety of your kin."

"Applebloom is fine, and Big Mac's injuries were not severe." Applejack explained. "But I'm curious, how'd you know those two could move that rock? What made you think to suggest that?"

"It's something Alexander would've done." Bucephalus said quietly.

"What was that you just said?" Applejack asked, but before she could answer, a blue blur flew by the group. Landing besides the ponies was a blue coated Pegasus with a spiked rainbow hued mane and tail. "Rainbow Dash, what was that for? You could've crashed into us!"

"Yeah yeah sorry, but hey Twilight." Rainbow said, ignoring Applejack. "I was just flying around by the mountains, trying out a new move, when all of a sudden, I was attacked."

"Attacked?!" Twilight quickly looked Rainbow over. "Are you alright, what attacked you?"

"Some strange bird-thing. It was like some hairless monkey, but had feathers, and wings. And even short, pointy teeth." Rainbow explained, only to have Bucephalus, whose eyes were open in shock, walk up to her.

"Harpies? You were attacked by Harpies?!" Bucephalus's mind was racing over the concept. 'What are Harpies doing this far? Could they even fly this far? I have to find out.' "You, uh Rainbow Dash correct? Can you take me to where they dwell?"

"I was attacked by them, I didn't exactly see where they lived." Rainbow replied. "And who are you anyway, you look kinda suspicious."

"My name is Bucephalus and if there are Harpies in the area, then I must find out why." Bucephalus explained. "They roast in caves in high regions. Is there a large cave located within the surrounding mountains?"

"Well a few, but there was a cave large enough that a dragon lived there a few years back." Applejack explained. "Why are these Harpies so important? Shouldn't we contact Celestia, Twilight?"

"I agree with Applejack." Twilight stated. "We should contact Princess Celestia first. Why are these Harpies so important Bucephalus?"

Bucephalus took a deep breath and held a serious look in his eyes. "Because these Harpies are from my country."

Less than a hundred leagues from Equestria, Antenor's ship was nearing its destination. Below deck, in his Captain's Quarters, Antenor looked over a world map; charting Bucephalus's possible courses. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud thudding sound from above deck. Not surprised by the sudden noise, Antenor took a deep breath and headed to the ladder leading to the deck. All around his ship were several Harpies, their bodies were slender and rag covered. Their large, feathered wings were folded and their large clawed feet dug into the wooden ship to stay firm. The sight of these creatures brought a small smirk across Antenor's face as he headed towards the helm.

Roasted above the helm, was a large Harpy, easily twice the size of the others. Unlike the smaller Harpies, who wore rags and torn clothing, this one wore hardly anything. Only a pair of bronze, claw-like clasps on her breasts and bronze covered her lower areas. Her large blue shaded wings covered the majority of her arms, all but hiding her iron-like claws. Her ears were pointed and her head was adorn with a natural crown of a lighter shade of blue feathers. But unlike the others, this Harpy had no beak on her face, but rather a mouth filled with rows of sharp teeth, and her yellow eyes stared down at Antenor.

"Erinyes." Antenor greeted the large Harpy with a polite bow. "Have you and your daughters anything to report?"

"Yes we do." Erinyes responded with a near hissing tone of voice; her large claws digging deep in the wooden frame. "My daughters that scouted the Northwest of here have found the stallion you described. We even found a suitable location for your scheme."

"Excellent." Antenor relished that his journey may be shorter than expected, but no less satisfying. "I assume you know a way to lure him to his fate?"

"It appeared some small Pegasus spotted us." Erinyes's grin revealed her fanged teeth. "We spared her but saw she was talking to Bucephalus soon after. He will come to us, and you will come to him."

"Excellent." Antenor bowed in gratitude. "Recall your other daughters and head to your new lair. So long as Bucephalus is alive by the time I arrive. Do what you wish to any companions he brings, they are of no consequence."

"And the reward you promised?" Erinyes tilted her head in a predatory hunger. "Do not forget what you promised me and my daughters."

"I have not." Antenor said, placing his hooves on the helm to steer the ship to the Northwest. "So long as I have his head and his cutie mark to return home with, you and your daughters can feed on the body. Now go!"

Erinyes raised her head in a loud screech, flapping her massive wings to lift her in the air. The other Harpies followed in suit, flying besides their mother in a small formation ahead of Antenor's ship, preparing for a trap and a feast. Antenor, now alone with himself and his thoughts looked over towards where his destination lay. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle with how easy they might be. But his nerves and expression settled when he remember who he was dealing with. Bucephalus was not considered the strongest of Manedonia for nothing. Antenor had no intention of facing Bucephalus fairly, if he was to bring down this behemoth, he would have to be clever and strike his target when he is at his weakest.

Slayer of Beasts

The walk up the mountain was what Bucephalus needed to formulate a plan; and to ponder over what was happening. He was thankful that Rainbow Dash was acting as his guide, he took quick note of how she was gliding more than flapping her wings due to her previous encounter. Bucephalus smiled in gratitude that he was able to meet another pony who showed courage and determination. Helestia may have been right about his journey, but for now, Bucephalus had to focus.

'What are Harpies doing here?!' Bucephalus thought to himself, keeping one eye on Rainbow, and another on the skies. 'I know they usually travel a far distance, but to cross the sea like this...it's beyond unheard of. Are they looking for me? Impossible, even if one saw me leaving Manedonia, they would still have needed a ship to rest on during their flight.' "Rainbow Dash?"

"Yeah?" Rainbow responded, gliding downwards towards Bucephalus so she doesn't stress her wings too much. "What's up?"

"You're sure what you saw was a Harpy?" Bucephalus asked, wanting to be sure.

"I don't know what a Harpy really is, but I know what I saw." Rainbow responded. "How about I do this." Rainbow started to trace her hoof over the dirt along the path, creating a sort of drawing. After a couple minutes, Rainbow finished her drawing. "This is what attacked me."

The drawing was primitive, at best, but it showed a slender, erect torso, primate-like head with a small beak, large talons on long legs, and large wings over the thin arms. There was no doubt in Bucephalus's mind; this was a Harpie. His thoughts were then met with a old memory of the last time he engaged against Harpies:

The sound of screeches filled the cavern, along the wet sound of splattering blood, and the grunting noise of Bucephalus thrusting his spear into the next Harpy. Though the skewed beast tried to pull free, but Bucephalus only quickly pulled the spear free, to deliver a firm swing against the Harpy's head, silencing the creature. Panting at the exhaustion he was feeling Bucephalus looked around the cave for more Harpies. Seeing none, Bucephalus decided to take a breath. But within that moment, he felt his breath being cut and gasped, spear dropping as he was slammed against the wall. He turned, his eyes opening wide as he saw his attacker.

"You're one foolish pony." Erinyes grinned, fresh blood still dripping from her teeth; she had just fed. "You've killed many of my daughters. I shall feast on your flesh."

"You'll have to work for your meal." Bucephalus smirked as he saw his dropped spear being lifted by another stallion.

Erinyes couldn't finish her chuckle before feeling the sharp pain of the spear stabbed through her arm, forcing her to release her grip on Bucephalus's neck. Seeing his opportunity, Bucephalus cocked back and delivered a firm punch of his hoof to Erinyes's jaw; breaking a few of her fangs in the process. Erinyes let out a loud screech as she disengaged from her enemies. Seeing as she could not face both ponies alone, Erinyes made a run for the cave entrance. Bucephalus tried to stop her, but his legs gave out, revealing a deep gash on his calf. Choosing to ignore Erinyes's escape, the pony, who was covered in bronze armor and crimson clothes, ran to Bucephalus.

"Bucephalus? Are you okay?" The pony, whose voice revealed he was a stallion, asked. "I meant to arrive faster, but those creatures slowed me."

"It's fine." Bucephalus commented. "We'll get Erinyes another time. We were at least able to save our southern outpost from those Harpies. Thank you again for the aid, Alexander."

'If only we had chased after her.' Bucephalus cursed himself; his mind returning to where he was, and the scar along his calf started aching a little. 'If Erinyes is involved in this, I'll kill her.' "Rainbow Dash? How much farther?"

"We should be there soon." Rainbow said, lowering herself by Bucephalus's side. "We don't want to scare them off too soon. So we should stay low."

"Scare them off?" Bucephalus held back a chuckle. "It's rare to see such boldness, even in my country. You are a brave one Rainbow Dash."

"Well those...things...took some of my feathers." Rainbow commented, showing a few feathers were missing from her wings. "I wanna get them back for ever one of them."

"You are a brave one indeed." Bucephalus chuckled to himself, keeping his wits about him, he knew this was going to be a difficult challenge. Last time he faced Harpies, he had Alexander as backup and his spear. But this time, he was armed only with his own strength and this Pegasus mare as his support. 'I do hope there is some force under that confidence.' Is what Bucephalus thought as he saw the massive cave entrance approaching.

The mouth of the cave was larger than expected. Large enough for a dragon to easily come and go as it pleased. Hopefully the dragon returned and it had already killed the Harpies. but such luck is often not possible. Keeping an eye on the skies, Bucephalus saw no shadows of Harpies, not even a lone scout. Though there wasn't even a cloud in the sky to provide the creatures with cover, and with how the rocks were formed around the cave entrance, there were little places to hide behind. This would be a straight on collision battle.

"I'll go in first." Bucephalus said, mental prepared for battle. "When I shout to you, you are to run."

"Run?! No!" Rainbow objected. "I got some pay back to give those creeps."

"I admire your courage Rainbow Dash, but Harpies are too much for you to handle." Bucephalus said. "I've faced them before, I can do it again."

"With what? Just your hooves?" Rainbow asked, seeing that Bucephalus was unarmed.

"These hooves are enough." Bucephalus commented. 'Just so long as Erinyes is not among them.' "Just follow my plan, I won't be long."

As much as Rainbow wanted to argue, the tingling where some of her feathers once were reminded her that Bucephalus was right; these Harpies were tougher than Rainbow could handle, even with Bucephalus. Reluctantly, Rainbow took cover behind one of the rocks. They were too small for a stallion of Bucephalus's size, but hid a mare of Rainbow's size perfectly. Now that Rainbow was secure and hidden, Bucephalus took a deep breath, and entered the cave. The cave was not as dark as the last one he ventured in, it was in fact the largest, mobility wouldn't be an issue for him; but unfortunately, the Harpies have better mobility in here too. The dark of the cave proved no great challenge for Bucephalus, his senses were sharp; he could hear the Harpies in the distance.

'Three...no four a few yards forward.' Bucephalus thought, listening to every sound he could take in, slowing his heart to not distract him. 'I don't hear the vulgar rasping that Erinyes would be doing. Maybe these are just some strays? I'll still need to proceed carefully.'

In an instant, Bucephalus jumped to the side, pressing his shoulder against the rock wall; but in doing so, he avoided the claw of an incoming Harpy. Nerve signals fired through his body, blood boiled, pupils dilated, Bucephalus was instantly ready for battle. The attacking Harpy stopped to turn, giving Bucephalus a second of opportunity to leap from the rock wall, driving his large hoof hard against the Harpy's back. The impact was too light to break the creature's back, but strong enough to cripple it's left shoulder blade, causing the Harpy to howl in pain as it crashed to the cave floor.

"Why are Harpies in this land?" Bucephalus demanded, stamping his strong hoof on the downed Harpy's crippled should. "Tell me or I break the other one!"

"Alright. Alright!" The Harpy hissed in anger and pain. "We were brought here."

"Brought you? Who brought you here!?" Bucephalus pressed his hoof hard against the sore bone. The Harpy wriggled vainly but Bucephalus's grip was strong. He tightened it, and repeated. "Tel me!"

"I did." Bucephalus's skin crawled at the vulgar hissing that could only come from one Harpy...Erinyes. "Erinyes." Bucephalus felt his stomach churn just by uttering her name. What brings you and your ilk here?"

"Well." Erinyes explained, making sure her large frame and the half dozen Harpies behind Bucephalus revealed themselves, blocking his escape. "After you and your king destroyed our home, we needed a new nest. And this land is quite fascinating." Erinyes licked her fang filled beak as she drooled. "Wide skies, high mountains, and easy to access prey. We will begin feeding on the local town. But not before we feast on you Bucephalus."

"Try me you beast." Bucephalus cursed, lifting his hoof, only to bring it smashing down on the Harpy's head, crushing the skull under his hoof.

"You'll pay for that with ever drop of blood, every pound of flesh." Erinyes spit her hatred at Bucephalus, as she ordered her Harpies to attack.

Three Harpies flew at Bucephalus with speed and force. Bucephalus couldn't hope to match their speed, but found a better solution. Just before the first Harpy's fangs and talons could reach him, Bucephalus lifted himself on his rear hooves, then slammed his forehooves down on the Harpy's chest; a sound of cracking rips echoed slightly through the cave. But Bucephalus's move cost him, both his shoulders took a slash from the other two Harpies. Thankfully the cuts were shallow and little blood was spilling.

"You're outside your element beast." Bucephalus taunted, trying to get Erinyes deeper into the cave; if he could, then her large wings would be a liability. "Luring me into a cave was your last mistake."

"Is it?" Erinyes laughed in her blood curtailing voice. "We came prepared for you."

The sudden sound of fluttering wings brought Bucephalus's head behind him; just in time to feel the tiny claws of Harpy fledglings claw at his face. Thankfully, only a few hairs and some skin from his forehead was torn. Not having enough time to survey his surroundings better, Bucephalus quickly found he was surrounded by over a dozen fledglings. Because they were near half the size of a grown Harpy, these fledglings were able to effortlessly fly through and around the cave without worry. Bucephalus was only fortunate enough that the fledglings were not yet skilled enough in flight to strike at Bucephalus's vital areas.

"Using fledglings to fight your battles now?" Bucepahlus called towards the Harpy Queen. "I never knew you Harpies were so cowardly."

"What you call cowardly, we call strategy." Erinyes, who took advantage of Bucephalus being confined, and his movements was now limited; this allowed her to walk closer to her prey. Because the fledglings prevented him from moving. Her large talon pushed through the small swarm of fledglings, gripping at Bucephalus's throat. The impact pushed him against the stone walls, cracking it, and the tips of her claws dug into his neck. "I just needed them to keep you still." Bucephalus tried to punch his hoof at Erinyes's talon, but one of the three previous Harpies was able to grab his hoof, pressing it against the wall. A second Harpy grabbed his other forehoof. Bucephalus was no pinned. "I'm going to kill you Bucephalus." Erinyes's voice was filled with a gluttonous delight. "Then your carcass will feed my flock."

Bucephalus Struggled to free himself but he was completely pined. His rear hooves couldn't deliver a strong enough kick to break Erinyes's grip, and the other Harpies were holding down his forehooves too tight. Erinyes reared up her mouth, her fang filled beak was drooling with the anticipation for her meal. Not wanting to let her meal wait any longer, Erinyes swung down her head. But just an inch away from Bucephalus's face, Erinyes felt the sudden impact of a large rock striking the side of her head. The strike was enough to throw the massive Harpy off her guard, her talon freed Bucephalus and the large stallion wasted no time to rip his hooves free of the harpy's grips; throwing them against the wall.

"Who dares?!" Erinyes looked towards the cave entrance to see Rainbow Dash. "A mere Pegasus?!"

"Come and get it ugly!" Rainbow taunted, spreading her wings to take off away from the cave.

"Bring me her bones and flesh!" Erinyes cried out, sending every available Harpy she could after Rainbow Dash. "And as for yo-"

Erinyes's words were cut off by the send breaking and snapping sound of Bucephalus taking one of her arms in his mouth. With only the strength of his jaw and teeth, Bucephalus bit down on Erinyes's arm, tearing flesh, spilling blood, and more effectively snapping her bird-bones. Erinyes howled in pain and spit anger and hatred throughout the cave, her one free claw and talons thrashed about, trying to tear at her enemy; but Bucephalus now had the upper hand, and he aimed to keep it that way. Realizing that he had to save Rainbow Dash, Bucephalus had to release his grip on Erinyes's arm. But because her arm was now useless for flight, Bucephalus the galloped towards the entrance of the cave.

"Are you fleeing from me Bucephalus?" Erinyes called to the stallion, her words stopping him dead in his tracks. "Here is your opportunity to fell me, the glory of slaying me should be enough to bring "strength" to your country." Erinyes's words rang through Bucephalus's mind. She was right; with her death, his journey could be over. Taking a deep breath, Bucephalus turned towards the Harpy Queen. The sudden cry of Rainbow Dash, as if the Harpies have caught up with her woke Bucephalus from his thoughts. "Things don't look too good for her. So what's it going to be? My death and your glory, or her life and your weakness?"

"There's more to strength than mere glory." Bucephalus then turned to the cave mouth and galloped out as fast as he could to find Rainbow Dash.

Making it out of the cave, Bucephalus searched the skies for Rainbow. There was no way her wings could've recovered enough to out fly those Harpies. Bucephalus only knew that Rainbow Dash was on borrowed time. The sudden sound of Harpy screeches brought his attention to a southern portion of the sky. Looking, Bucephalus saw Rainbow and less than a dozen Harpies were still after her. But amidst her swift flying, Bucephalus could see the red cuts along her blue body.

"Rainbow Dash! Bring them over this way!" Bucephalus called out to the mare, as he set himself up behind a large rock.

Rainbow Dash heard Bucephalus's order and turned herself to fly back to the cave. Bucephalus reared his hooves against the rock, his muscles tensing with pressure. What happened next only lasted a mere two seconds, but to Bucephalus, it might have been minutes. Within the first second, Rainbow Dash flew past the rock but within the following second, Bucephalus bucked at the rock, breaking it from the ground and smashing it against the numerous Harpies; forcing them, back into the cave, with the rock somewhat blocking the entrance.

"Let's go!" Bucephalus called to Rainbow Dash as he turned towards the town and started to run down the path towards Ponyville.

"But we had them!" Rainbow objected to the retreat, her wings acting more as glides than flying.

"No!" Bucephalus said, continuing his gallop. "That rock is not enough to hold back Erinyes for too long. We must return to Ponyville and gather more forces to slay that beast."

"Alright." Rainbow said. But her wings suddenly felt heavy, and her vision was becoming blurry.

"Rainbow Dash!" Bucephalus calls, seeing his companion fall from the sky. Thankfully, he was able to catch her, setting her on his back. After a quick look over, Bucephalus made his conclusion. 'She's a strong willed one, any other pony would have passed from blood lost far before this one. I got to get back to Ponyville before she bleeds out!'

Even with Bucephalus galloping at full speed, it was still a few short hours before he returned to Ponyville, but in the meantime, Antenor had fully handed on the outskirts of Ponyville, docking his ship close to Bucephalus's but far enough where he wouldn't be discovered for a while. It was by sheer misfortune that Antenor arrived only an hour after Bucephalus fled. All that Antenor found was the cave entrance and a near cracked in half rock.

"It seems you failed, Erinyes." Antenor commented into the large crack, only to hear the high pitched growls of the Harpy.

"No!" Erinyes cried, using some of the lasts of her strength to fully break the rock, freeing herself. Antenor made a quick note, seeing that Erinyes was not only severely injured, but was the only Harpy left. Erinyes crawled and limped as best she could from the cave entrance, her body was covered in still bleeding cuts and bruises from her confrontation with Bucephalus. "That pony dare slay my children, I shall have his flesh for my next meal." Looking off into the distance at where Ponyville was, Erinyes smiled. "And I know where he has fled to."

"That small town?" Antenor asked, looking off to see Ponyville. "I can reach it in a few hours." Looking back at Erinyes, Antenor contemplated his next steps carefully. 'Erinyes is too badly injured to face Bucephalus. From what father has said, Bucephalus is one of the strongest in the country. But if I were to earn his trust.' Antenor felt the cold handle of his dagger on his belt. 'I could move in for the kill with ease.' "I am sorry Erinyes." Antenor drew his blade, a strange substance seemed to drip from the blade. His teeth bit hard to keep the dagger in place, and keep the substance out of his mouth; with his next words nearly a mumble. "But your presence will no longer be need. Slaying you will earn me the glory to get in Bucephalus's favor."

"You traitorous vermin!" Erinyes growled, spreading her wings as best she could to intimidate Antenor. Both Erinyes and Antenor could hear broken and fractured bones cracking and muscles slowly tearing. "I will not be taken down. Not by Bucephalus, and certain;y, not by you!"

Confrontational Mercy

"Where is it?" Bucephalus cursed as he searched the Everfree Forest that lay besides Ponyville. The Forest was a den of wild chaos; wild beasts, and even the very trees tried to stand between Bucephalus and Antenor. "I will not be challenged by mere plants!" Bucephalus charged through the vines, tearing and ripping at them with both teeth and the bulk of his body.

After galloping out of Twilight's Castle, Bucephalus had now taken roughly a half hour to reach the Everfree Forest, and had now spent several long minutes rampaging through the woods. Anything smaller than an Alpha male Timberwolf fled from the beast of a pony as he trampled all in his path. But while his massive body crushed all in his way, his cold eyes focused on everything around him. Instincts that had been bred from a life as a warrior of Manedonia. Every movement that brushed by was caught by Bucephalus' gaze. Anything that did not resemble a pony was ignored.

"How could I allow this?" Bucephalus cursed himself, looking for any sign of Antenor or Fluttershy. "I should've crushed that pamper colt when I-" A sudden silhouette of what could be a pony caught his sights. 'THERE!'

Running through the last of trees, Bucephalus saw he was at what looked an ancient ruin. At another time, Bucephalus might have admired what could've been an ancient temple or realm for some god, but his focus lay only on the silhouette. Upon further inspection, it was a large bag, a sack to be exact; large enough to put a pony inside. It moved a little, signs that whoever was in there, was bound. Faint whimpers echoed from the bag meant that the pony was also gagged or at least their mouth was covered by something. Looking around, Bucephalus saw nothing else, no sign of traps or even a potential ambush. Not even a small bit of shrubbery lay around him to hide wherever Antenor was.

"It is alright Fluttershy." Bucephalus said, reaching his hoof to the bag, about to untie it. "Let's get you back to -”

"Your skills have grown soft." Was the only thing Bucephalus heard before her felt the sudden sting of Antenor's dagger strike at his side. Because of his reflexes, Bucephalus was able to avoid being struck in the chest, but the wound to his side was still sever. Bucephalus wanted to curse at the rogue, but his body suddenly felt heavy, a burning pain coursed through his body as it fell to the ground. Out of the sack, Antenor freed himself; the young stallion only stared at Bucephalus with a wicked smile across his face. "Painful, isn't it? I wasn't able to slay the Queen of the Harpies with some simple dagger. I'm sure you are aware of the Hydra of Lerna." Bucephalus' eyes burst open at the name of the creature. But the venom in his body prevented him from speaking.

"Yes, the beast was slain years ago, but I was able to secure a vial of its lethal venom and impregnate my blade with its potency. From what I can gather, your body cannot move, and the pain must be quite a suffering.” Antenor then shrugged his shoulders in slight dissatisfaction. "Sadly, I cannot stay to watch you die. I must return home, to tell my father of your failure and maybe he'll have King Alexander choose me as his consort." Bucephalus reached out his hoof to strike at Antenor, but the younger stallion jumped back a few feet faster than Bucephalus' swing. "Stronger than I thought. But not strong enough to fight off the venom. You are a creature of a bygone era Bucephalus, as a warrior, you have my respect, but you are only a burden to the country and his king. And all burdens that don't adapt, must die. Good bye, fallen warrior."

Antenor turned and walked away from the dying Bucephalus. A part of him wanted to stay and watch Bucephalus' suffering, but it was better this way. Bucephalus was a proud warrior of Manedonia, and the thought of him dying alone and not even glorious battle was the greatest insult Antenor could bestow upon him. That was enough to satisfy him, and he would have quite to story to tell upon his return. Bucephalus lay flat on the ground, the smell of the trees and dirt filling his nostrils as every breath of air only seemed to spread the pain, and every heartbeat only quickened the poison. But worst of all, he had failed. Whatever Antenor did with Fluttershy was now forever out of his reach, and he could never return to his beloved country; to his friends, his family, or even to his own king. What would Alexander say if he saw Bucephalus go out like this? But Bucephalus could no long think such thoughts, as the poison nearly finished its work, his world was went black.

It was cold, and wet. A pressure lay upon Bucephalus' head as he lay. His body tingled from it near comatose state. The sounds of a mare, with a soft voice, and the rustling of glass and the mixing of liquid. What was happening around Bucephalus? He had fallen by the ancient ruins of the Everfree, dying of a Hydra's venom, but now he was lying in a bed of hay, within a hut of some kind. Slowly, and heavily, Bucephalus' eyes opened. At first, he saw only shadows, then shapes of blurred light and color, until after some adjusting, the world reached his eyes once again.

"He's waking up!" The sound of Fluttershy's voice struck Bucephalus' ears as he gazed about his surroundings. Bucephalus was in a hut of some kind, the musky smell of a cauldron bubbling, along with the sweet and sour smell of various herbs. "Zecora! He's waking up!"

"That is good to hear." The exotic tone of what Bucephalus saw to be a Zebra mare replied. She was standing at the small table that stood beside the bed Bucephalus lay on. "But please move aside to give him some air."

"I'm...alive?" Bucephalus asked, weakly moving his hoof to take the drink of water Zecora placed on the table. "But the Hydra's venom."

"Difficult to cure such a toxin meant to slay." Zecora shook her head a little. "Even with all we could remove and heal, the cure is only a delay."

"A delay? So I'll still die of the venom?" Bucephalus asked, thinking about how much time he could have left.

"Not die, the venom will not stay forever." Zecora responded with a small laugh as she looked through her remedy books. "But it will take much time for the venom to fully leave and even more to recover."

"How long?" Bucephalus asked, using all he could to simply move his body in a sitting position.

"Months, possibly more." Zecora answered, pouring some blue liquid vial into the cauldron, changing the steam it emitted to a lime green. "But until then, your body will be rather slow, weak, and sore."

"Thank you kind apothecary." Bucephalus bowed his head as best he could, only able to give a nod. "But how long have I been down?" He then looked to Fluttershy. "Are you okay? How was it I came to be here?"

"Well when I went to tend to Antenor's wounds, he captured me, used me as a hostage." Fluttershy said. "He didn't hurt me, saying he only wanted you. When he saw you entered the Everfree, he let me go. Said I wasn't needed as a hostage and left me tied to a tree. Saying he would come back when he was done."

"He left you alone in this wilderness?" Bucephalus asked, gaining the strength to hold his body up again. "But you managed to escape from under his nose?"

"Yes, but i wasn't there for too long." Fluttershy answered. "I was lucky that Harry showed up and saved me."

"Harry?" Bucephalus asked, but a sudden movement towards the open window turned his attention to the large brown bear that stood there. Bucephalus' body wanted to move into action, but all it could was flinch awkwardly. "Look out!"

"Oh it's okay. That's Harry." Fluttershy said, smiling to Harry as he smiled to Bucephalus. "I was hoping that Harry could just scare Antenor into stopping. But when Harry and I arrived, we found you on the ground and brought you to Zecora's for a cure." A few tears dripped from Fluttershy's eyes. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have taken so long, or maybe I should've gone back to Twilight for help."

"You did what you thought was right." Bucephalus replied softly, gently rubbing Fluttershy's head in gratitude. His stance was more stable and his strength was back with him; or at least enough to keep himself going. "But I have to go. I must face Antenor."

"Revenge later, being cured first." Zecora pleaded, asking Bucephalus to stay. "If you over exert yourself, the venom that remains could make your blood burst."

"This is not about revenge." Bucephalus replied calmly, focused on his new objective. "This is about Honor. Antenor has brought shame not on me, but on himself and Manedonia by his underhoofed tactic. He must face a proper battle. I will not allow him to leave Ponyville alive with no Honor."

"Please Antenor." Fluttershy tried pleading. "Antenor isn't a bad stallion. When he waited for you, keeping me near him, I asked why he was doing this. He said he only was doing what he believes was the best for your kingdom. Maybe you two can work together instead of fight?"

"I promise nothing." Bucephalus stated, walking as best he could to the door. "Antenor must face justice for his actions. What happens...happens."

"Please." Fluttershy said, running up to Bucephalus. "He's not a bad pony." Fluttershy's mind raced back to when Antenor was tying her to the tree:

"That should do for now." Antenor commented as he finished. "Apologies for using you like this, but Bucephalus must die."

"Why are you doing this?" Fluttershy asked, not resisting as she remained on the tree.

"It has nothing to do...with you or this place...only Bucephalus." Antenor responded, not willing to answer the question.

"But Bucephalus is not a bad pony." Fluttershy commented, making subtle knocking sounds against the base of the tree.

"No...he is not..." Antenor responded, his tone was sad, almost regretful. "But for the sake of my country, he must die."

Fluttershy was about to say something more, but the sudden rustle of a timberwolf drew both pony's attention. The beast was large, most likely a beta inn the pack and its mouth dripped a amber sap as it looked the ponies over. Before Fluttershy could even let out a scream, Antenor drew one of his daggers, stabbing it in the timberwolf's neck. The beast howled in pain as it fled the ponies.

"It seems there are bigger beasts here than I thought." Antenor commented, looking at the green blood that coated his dagger. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yes." Fluttershy responded. "Y-you saved me?"

"You may be my hostage...but you are an innocent...you don't need to die." Antenor responded, before turning his gaze towards Ponyville. "It seems Bucephalus has arrived. I will return when I am done with my task."

Antenor left Fluttershy tied to the tree as she went off with the sack that would later assist in poisoning Bucephalus. For minutes, Fluttershy remained bound to the tree, but her hind hoof continued to tap and knock at the tree, sending out a small echo through the forest. After several more minutes of taping, the sound of another large animal drew Fluttershy's attention. But Fluttershy was not afraid, in fact she smiled. Antenor may have had her as a hostage, but he failed to notice the small signal she was sending out. And help came in the form of her trusted bear, Harry.

"Harry!" Fluttershy smiled at the sight of the friendly brown bear. "Quick, cut the ropes!" Harry raised his paw and in one swipe, severed the ropes. "Thank you Harry, we have to get to Bucephalus, fast!"

"He saved you from a timberwolf?" Bucephalus was surprised at Fluttershy's story. He could see the sorrowful look in her eyes. He could only sigh. "No single deed can outweigh his actions. I will face him, and come what may, I shall he he learns honor." Bucephalus said no more as he left the hut.

Though Bucephalus' body was still partially poisoned and weak, his will and resolve kept his strength up enough to get a strong and locomotive gallop going. He paced himself as best as he could, making sure to save some energy for what would soon follow. There was no need to worry about where Antenor would have gone. If he arrived the same way Bucephalus had, there would be another boat near Ponyville. Bucephalus mentally prepped himself for what was to come. He knew he was much weaker, and much slower that he normally was, but Antenor could not be allowed to walk away from this. No honorless stallion should ever be allowed to go unpunished, not in Manedonia, and certainly not here.

"I should be there soon." Bucephalus said aloud to himself, seeing his own ship in the distance. After several long minutes of constant galloping, Bucephalus reached his own boat, seeing it has been left undamaged and alone. "Either he didn't find you, or chose to ignore you." Bucephalus looked about the surrounding area. This was the only mass of water capable of handling a boat this size. And somepony like Antenor would've came in something smaller to avoid attention. Or at the very least, something that was small enough for quick - "There!"

Bucephalus saw what appeared to be a small boat that was about to set sail. The ship was small, no bigger than a life boat used in case the ship was sinking. Such a craft would easily have gone in and out of Ponyville's waters with no gained attention. Bucephalus used up an extra amount of strength to force his body to charge toward the boat. As he got closer and closer, Bucephalus saw the stallion Antenor getting everything ready to sail.

"ANTENOR!!" Bucephalus bellowed. The very echo of seems to shake the air. The shocked Antenor dropped everything he carried at the sight of Bucephalus being alive and standing. Was he truly as mighty as the tales and songs say?

"Bucephalus?!" Antenor replied, unsure what to say. How could his venom has failed? If the deadly brew of the Hydra couldn't kill him, what could? But a small smirk ran across his face. Antenor could see how much Bucephalus was struggling to stay standing. "It seems you're not fully alive. The faintest wind may fell you before you can get to me."

"Antenor, you...cowardly...traitor..." Bucephalus said, ignoring Antenor's reactions and comments, his mind only focused on crushing him as she stomped his way to Antenor. "You have...no honor...using another's power to try to kill me...if there even a drop of Manedonia blood in your body, you will settle this by tradition!"

"Why does that bother you? Does it dishonor me to use all the tools that I have to defeat you? Is it wrong to compensate my lack of physical strength with them?" Antenor huffed. "Don't make me laugh Bucephalus, you probably had help with that poison too. Besides, dishonor can be washed away with sucess. So... One on one combat? That's fine. The only thing that matters is the result."

Antenor jumped from his small boat, letting his small landing create a small burst of energy to let his charge towards Bucephalus get more powerful. Once he was within a few short meters, Antenor jumped to the air, letting his right forehoof come up to strike at Bucephalus' face. Because of his slowed body, the attack stuck the large stallion, knocking his head down a little as Antenor landed behind him. Bucephalus tried to turn and strike, but Antenor was too quick, moving to Bucephalus' opposite side, punching at his face again. Bucephalus turned to strike, but all his forehooves could do was small intents in the dirt.

"You were a strong warrior once Bucephalus." Antenor mocked, sticking at Bucephalus' sides and continued punching and kicking at his face. "But the times of our warrior have passed. We are an era of peace and politics." Dodging Bucephalus' next attack, and then putting his full force into his next punch. The strike was strong enough to knock Bucephalus' weakened body down. "And for our kingdom to prosper, you must...die."

"I on't ink o." Bucephalus replied sternly, but his voice sounded like he had something in his mouth. To Antenor's quick realization and shock, Bucephalus had not only take Antenor's full punch, but was now using his strong teeth and jaw to hold the hoof in his mouth, preventing him from escaping. "I will not allow our kingdom to allow such honorless creatures to fester and rot our kingdom."

Bucephalus raised his hoof and despite Antenor's constant attempt to escape, punching his face and pulling at his trapped hoof. But it only failed as Antenor saw Bucephalus' hoof tense and shake from the strength and power it was about to unleash. Antenor's struggles proved only to increase the fear he now felt, Bucephalus was weakened, but with no way to escape, Antenor felt the cold breeze of the Styx kissing the sweet on the back of his neck as the hoof seemed to blot out the Sun. Bucephalus brought his hoof down with a force that could normally shatter rock and bone; but given his weaken state, his punch was strong enough to knock Antenor to the ground, his body twitching from the sudden impact.

Antenor moved as he tried to recover from the impact, the strike hit his head, but it was as if he body had be crushed by a large rock. Antenor tried to spit out a curse, or say something, but the sight of Bucephalus, his eyes cold and piercing, and his tense, muscular body slowly made his way towards his enemy. Antenor trembled in fear, Bucephalus was not just some beast of a warrior. He was a monster, a creature of death. It was as if Cerberus himself had come for Antenor. Antenor's mind soon lost its calm rational and became more primal and panicked. He had to flee, but his body refused to move. Before he realized it, Bucephalus pushed him to the ground. Antenor shivered in fear under the large stallion.

"It's over Antenor!" Bucephalus declared, raising his two forehooves to deliver the killing blow. "You were a pony of Manedonia. I shall give you a warrior's death!"

"Do it. I was weak, and this is what I deserve." Anternor called to Bucephalus, even in defeat, his tone was that of mockery.

"Bucephalus! Stop!" The voice of Fluttershy called to the large stallion as she soared from the sky.

"Fluttershy?" Both Antenor and Bucephalus responded at once.

"You don't need to do this!" FLuttershy said, trying to sway Bucephalus from killing.

"Don't listen to her." Antenor snapped. "Finish it... I was careless. I should have finished you off when I had the chance. Weakness is a sin after all, don't you think?"

"Bucephalus...please..." Fluttershy cried, but her words came too late. Bucephalus' hooves came slamming down, appearing as if they were shaking the very land under their force. "Bucephalus...how could..." Fluttershy cried, getting closer to Bucephalus, the stallion stared at her.

"Fluttershy." Bucephalus said, looking to the mare for a moment, then back to Antenor. But to Fluttershy's surprise, Bucephalus' hooves were indeed indented into the ground a couple inches, but they were located a few inches away from Antenor's head. Bucephalus had missed. The terrified stallion stared up at his opponent as if he were a half scared to death animal. "Weakness is not a sin, and forgiveness either. I won't kill you Antenor... but I won't forgive you instantly either." Bucephalus moved from Antenor, but dropped to his knees in a sudden burning pain and agony.

"Bucephalus?!" Fluttershy ran to Bucephalus' side, but she quickly realized what was wrong. "The venom, it wasn't fully out, we have to get you to Zecora's-"

"Not enough time." Bucephalus replied, almost accepting the coming death. "I have regained my own honor by avenging my death. I only hope, I made...the right..."

"Bucephalus? Bucephalus!" Fluttershy's eyes ran wet with tears as Bucephalus' eyes were fading to grey and his body was slumping over and laying cold to the ground.

"Here." Antenor said, a small bottle of a blueish clear liquid. "Take it."

"What is-" Fluttershy tried to ask, but Antenor quickly took the bottle and poured its contents into Bucephalus' open mouth.

"The antidote." Antenor answered, rubbing Bucephalus' throat to allow the medicine to enter his body more effectively. "He was right. I have no honor...but so long as I live and have the blood of Manedonia in me, I can always gain honor. Let this be my first act."

After Antenor administered the antidote for the venom in Bucephalus' body, he and Fluttershy waited for Twilight and the others to arrive. And when they arrived, Twilight had nearly a dozen guards restrain Antenor. It was by Fluttershy's word that Twilight allowed Antenor to stand trial, but on condition that he would be restrained and under heavy watch, allowing minimal movements. Antenor did no complain, it was only at the sight of Bucephalus stirring from his weakened state that he felt he could make some amends. Because of how weak his body was, Bucephalus needed assistance to move, thankfully Twilight still had enough guards and her own magic to help lift the stallion's mighty frame. It was back at the Castle of Friendship that Bucephalus discussed Antenor's fate. Though Rainbow was pushing for exile and Applejack was suggesting hard labor, Pinkie and Rarity remained quiet.

"I don't trust him either, but I want to understand why he did all this, if not learn from it. He seems to share that desire." Bucephalus suggested to Twilight.

"We can't just let him get unpunished for this." Twilight responded calmly.

"But it seems you're going to condemn him," Bucephalus snapped. "I'm no asking for a full pardon, but Antenor has shown he is capable of bettering himself and denying him such a change is an insult to him and only stands to display the ignorance of his accusers. I ask he is given a chance."

"Very well." Twilight nodded, trying as best as she could to understand and respect Bucephalus' tradition. "Fluttershy, you can have him brought in."

"Okay Twilight, I'll be right back." Fluttershy responded, rising from her seat and heading to the door.

Outside the Chamber of Friendship, Antenor waited in restraints, two guards at each side with pointed spears, almost too eager to run the would be assassin through. But the stallion was not afraid, he may have lost everything, but he was not afraid of death. He was still a stallion of Manedonia, and he would see this through to the end...come what may. It was only at the sound of the door opening that momentarily distracted the guards and brought Antenor's attention away from the floor. To his surprise, it was Fluttershy who would be sent for him.

"Uh Antenor?" Fluttershy asked, looking at the would be assassin in chains, with spear holding guards at his sides. "Twilight said you can come in."

"Very well." Antenor sighed, partially struggling to move with the shackles that held him. "I will come and face this kingdom's justice."

Antenor shifted his body, just barely able to fully utilize his arms and legs because of the restricting chains. Because of how slow he was forced to move, Antenor spend a good few minutes hobbling to the door. When he entered, the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with one of his daggers, but Antenor remained statuesque in expression, neither too arrogant, nor too beaten and broken as he looked about the room. When he was here the first time, Antenor calculated the best escape routes and who was the best to draw out Bucephalus, but the sight of the mighty stallion standing tall and strong did bring a small, warm smile across Antenor's face.

"Antenor." Bucephalus began, standing before the Council of Friendship; as Fluttershy returned to her seat, and Spike sitting besides Twilight with scroll and quill to act as stenographer. "You have been brought before this Council to stand trial for your crime of abduction, holding pony against her will, endangering said hostage, and the attempted assassination of a fellow Manedonian. Do you object to these accusation?"

"No." Antenor replied, looking over to Fluttershy in an apologetic gaze. "I have brought shame and ruin to myself and now I stand before this Council only to see what this kingdom's justice has for me...come what may."

"So you have nothing to say in your defense?" Rarity asked, trying to get an idea of what Antenor might be thinking, but coming up wiht nothing.

"I have nothing because there is nothing." Antenor responded. "If this were Manedonia, I would stand trial and the sentence would be exile, execution, or trial by combat to prove my worth." He then looked at the six mares who would decide his fate. '...they all already have their answers, Rainbow Dash and Applejack are ready to have me executed...Rarity is uncertain but will not give me any mercy...Fluttershy seems scared, or worried...and Twilight Sparkle is struggling to remain neutral...' Antenor took a deep breath before continuing. "I can already tell where this will go. I will not be given a Manedonian trial by combat. That much is obvious, so I am at your mercy of either being exiled back to my own country, or to be executed for my crimes." Antenor then let out a sigh as he continued his speech. "I did all that I did with Manedonia's best interests at heart. Not only have I failed, but I have damaged our relationship with another possible friend. I no longer know what the best course of action is, though I wish I could learn."

"You misunderstand Antenor." Bucephalus commented, placing his hoof on Antenor's shoulder. "Your guilt is obvious, and you will get no punishment as what we know of. From what the heroes of this land have taught me...is that mercy and trust are the greatest strengths." A sense of clarity shined in Bucephalus' eyes, almost like the wisdom of an elder as his words struck at Antenor, but then cradled him. Antenor was stunned for a moment, but realized the same thing Bucephalus had just learned; true strength is not force or even experience of battle...but of wisdom, a wisdom only bred through the trials of one's life. Bucephalus' face then turned to Twilight. "Princess, I humbly request that Antenor be put under my supervision, and apprenticeship." Every eye in the room widened at the notion, none as wide as Antenor's eyes. "Under me, I would teach Antenor about this new strength I have learned during my short time here."

There were several long minutes of quiet deliberation. Bucephalus watched as Antenor's fate was being decided. Faint whispered reached Bucephalus' ears; words such as "letting off", "redemption", and even "forgiveness" slowly began to outweigh "death", "betrayal", and "exile". Twilight and Fluttershy looked as though they were more on the side of mercy. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were still on the side of banishment or worse. It was in the end Pinkie Pie and Rarity's decision that would finally settle it. The word "Discord", as if it was a name was brought up, but Bucephalus had no idea what that meant. But whatever this "Discord" was, it swayed the minds of the others. Rarity and Pinkie both nodded and Rainbow, along with Applejack reluctantly nodded their heads. Both Bucephalus and Antenor's bodies tensed slightly as they saw the six ponies turn to give their final judgement.

"Bucephalus, are you sure about this?" Twilight asked, staring at Bucephalus as neutrally as she could. "I know from experience that having a student is a trial within itself, can you tell me you will shoulder what will come with your choice?"

"I am, and shall bear the burden...come what may." Bucephalus bowed his head in respect with his response.

"Very well." Twilight looked at her friends, though silent, all shared the same wordless consensus. "It is decided that Antenor's sentence is to learn under you, and also reflect on his own actions in order to better himself. This will also include repairing all damages he has caused and giving back to Ponyville's community." Twilight then tapped her hoof on the crystal table, making the sentence official and ending the trial.

"Thank you Princess." Antenor bowed, tears in his eyes at the life he had been given. "You have given this broken stallion purpose again...and I will never waste it again."

Bucephalus and Antenor continued to reside in Ponyville for the greater half of a year. During this time, both the new master and apprentice took in the sights and spectacles of what Ponyville did year round. During the Autumn, Bucephalus and Antenor took part in the Running of the Leaves, their hooves making more leaves fall than any recorded before, as well as learning to enjoy competition, as well as not seeing it as a win or lose only, but as fun and a way to help the community. The Nightmare Night celebration brought out a more enthusiastic side of Bucephalus, not having a taste for sweets since being a small colt, he enjoyed the holiday as a reminiscing joy. Antenor even learned how to prank other ponies for fun from Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie. At the end of winter, Bucephalus and Antenor assisted the ponies in their Winter Wrap-up, though they didn't quite understand why the ponies would sing while doing it. And thanks to them, followed by Twilight's precise list, the Winter Wrap-up was finished even faster than originally scheduled. But as Spring was nearing its end, Bucephalus and Antenor prepared their ship, which also served as their home during their stay, to set sail for Manedonia.

"You really have to go now?" Twilight asked, watching both stallions set the sails and ready the ropes. "It's hard to believe it's almost been a year."

"It has been an enjoyable experience Princess...everypony." Bucephalus thanked his new friends. "I will be forever grateful for you and your town for showing me what strength truly meant."

"And I shall be forever thankful for the life you spared." Antenor bowed again to Twilight, then cast his eyes on Fluttershy; who was filled with tears over both Bucephalus and Antenor leaving. "hank you Fluttershy, for letting me have my chance."

"You're welcome." Fluttershy smiled, tears still wetting her face.

"You'll come visit again right?" Rainbow asked to two stallions. "Cause I could really use the challenge during the Running of the Leaves."

"And I could always use a pair of strong hooves on the farm." Applejack commented. "Maybe even show you how to really apple buck."

"Maybe one day." Bucephalus smiled to his friends, feeling a strong breeze touch his mane. "Antenor, get ready to sail, this breeze is just what we need to get home."

"Aye, aye." Antenor responded, galloping about the ship, tightening the ropes and getting the wheel unlocked and ready to sail. "We're ready to cast off at your word."

"Thank you." Bucephalus commented, then turned to the mane six one last time. "And thank you all again, Princess, when I become consort, i will advise my King to negotiate trade and an exchange of knowledge to Equestria." Twilight only smiled at the notion, waving alongside her friends as Bucephalus and Antenor stirred the ship along the wide river and aimed for the mouth, to the sea, and back to Manedonia.

Being gentle is its own strength

After narrowly escaping from the Harpies and their master, Bucephalus, with a wounded Rainbow Dash on his back galloped to Ponyville as fast as his strong hooves can carry. Within several long minutes, Bucephalus was able to make it back to Ponyville, thankful that no Harpies followed them, though that didn't ease Bucephalus' mind either. The Harpies would need to be dealt with, but Rainbow Dash needed medical attention first. Not knowing where the local doctor could be, Bucephalus galloped at full speed to the Castle of Friendship. Once through the doors, Bucephalus was met by Twilight and Applejack. Without explanation, Bucephalus was able to get Rainbow Dash into a bed for recovery. As Rainbow Dash rested, Bucephalus told what happened, and neither Twilight or Applejack were happy,

"How could let her get like this?!" Twilight snapped at Bucephalus as he stood, his posture was strong and rigid, despite the many injuries on his body.

"My apologies." Bucephalus spoke up. "If I had known she brought such a number of her flock-"

"If you've known, you should have waited for us to get a much bigger group, not just run off with Rainbow!" Applejack snapped, looking at how hurt Rainbow was.

"She is a proud warrior who fought against creatures foreign from this land." Bucephalus said taking a step forward to almost pat Rainbow's head. "She is strong enough to survive-"

"Don't you dare touch her!" Applejack interrupted, smacking Bucephalus' hoof way. "You have done far too much and caused way too much damage! Why you just go back where-"

The sound of the castle door slamming open silenced the room. In the doorway was the mare Pinkie Pie, but besides her were two more mares Bucephalus had not met. The first was a white coated Unicorn mare with a rather styled looking purple mane and tail. The way her face looked a mixture of both sophistication and almost allure, made Bucephalus ponder if this mare was a noble, or at the very least a courtesan. The second mare was a shy looking yellow Pegasus that hid part of her face behind her long pink mane. This mare looked closer to a servant mare than anything.

"We came as soon as you told us about those Harpy thingys." Pinkie said, before seeing Rainbow Dash in the bed. "Ohmygosh! Rainbow." Faster than a pony could blink, Pinkie was already at Rainbow's side; even Bucephalus didn't see Pinkie move and yet she somehow got across the room with ease. "Are you alright Dashie? Is she going to be alright Bucey?"

"She will recover with treatment." Bucephalus stated. "But we must gather our forces and strike at those beasts before Erinyes can escape from the cave and prey on this town."

"That won't be necessary great Bucephalus." Called a voice from the entrance way. Standing at the doorway, covered in blood, cuts, and torn clothes; as well as being supported by two guards, was Antenor.

"Princess." One guard commented. "We found him on the edge of town, he was injured but said he had information of a possible threat."

"Get him to the bed." Twilight ordered, directing the guards to the neighboring room.

"No!" Bucephalus said, his voice both of anger and a heavy tone. His steps as he approached the guards nearly shook the castle from the force. "You, I know you. Antenor, son of Senator Troy. What brings you to this country?" Bucephalus' body tensed into an attack mode, his muscles ready to crush Antenor under him. "What brings a Senator's son here? Could you have followed me? Has the Senate decided to bring an Assassin?!"

"Nothing of the sort Bucephalus." Antenor replied, coughing from his injuries. "I can explain everything when my wounds are tended. But I must say this, Erinyes is dead. I am sorry to have robbed you of your kill. But I saw her weakened, and took my chance. Her reign and threat are over now. Thanks....to...us..." Antenor passed into unconsciousness before he could finish.

"Guards, take him to the other room and get a doctor as fast as you can!" Twilight ordered, to which the guards nodded and carried Antenor away. Whether it was Antenor's intention or not, his interruption gave Twilight the seconds she needed to calm a little and think more clearly. "Rainbow will recover, and whatever this threat was, is not over. Bucephalus, I apologize for my outburst."

"No, you are right." Bucephalus said, bowing his head in shame. "I let my feelings and memories of Erinyes drive my hatred rather than my mind. It was a mistake that nearly cost Rainbow Dash her life and I can never be forgiven for such a reckless choice."

"You're wrong." Fluttershy's voice responded, looking over Rainbow Dash and giving Rarity some bandages to patch Rainbow up. "I mean, well you did get Rainbow hurt, but you did it because you wanted to help Ponyville."

"She's right darling." Rarity responded, using her magic to wrap Rainbow's wounds in gauzes. "So long as you can learn, you can always do better."

"With respect, some things, no matter how noble can be forgiven when they cause more pain." Bucephalus countered Rarity's response. "I have lost all progress I have made to learn, i am of no use to my country, or my king."

"For now, you should lay in bed too." Rarity commented, floating some gauzes towards Bucephalus. "You are cut up as well you know."

Bucephalus lay in the bed, next to the one that Rainbow rested in. The others had left an hour ago, to speak with Antenor no doubt. Bucephalus' mind wandered to what had just happened. How could this happen? Worse yet, Harpies were not the most deadly creatures from Manedonia, so if they could reach here, why not a Chimera, a Manticore, or even a Hydra? After several endless minutes of pondering, a noise sounded from Rainbow's direction. Looking over, Bucephalus saw Rainbow's eyes slowly open.

"You've returned to us." Bucephalus responded, his tone was monotone, but to him, it was the sound of praise. "Your friends were worried about you."

"Yeah, I bet they did." Rainbow chuckled, looking her body over. "I really pushed myself didn't I?"

"You fought with honor, like no warrior I have ever met in this country." Bucephalus praised Rainbow's bravery. "There is much pride in your skill, and you have the courage of one worthy of respect."

"Careful there. Don't get me too cocky." Rainbow laughed a little. "Being too cocky throws off your game."

"Pride in a skill is no shame." Bucephalus said in a confused tone. "Should what you call "cocky" only drive you further and better?"

"You'd think so, but there are sometime where that's not the case." Rainbow commented. "I used to be cocky, like real cocky. I thought I was the greatest thing in all of Equestria. I started showing off, almost putting ponies in danger just so I could "save" them."

"Such arrogance must've led you to a painful conclusion?" Bucephalus asked, wishing to hear more, as he could do nothing other than sit and listen.

"Yeah, thank Celestia my friends helped me." Rainbow finished her story. "They all disguised themselves as a masked hero, saving ponies faster than I could and working to help, rather than show off. I learned that if you have too much skill in something, you can become cocky. And that cockiness can only lead to failing and worse case, it could hurt those around you."

"I can believe that. But you learned and grown have you not?" Bucephalus asked.

"I have. But there are others." Rainbow remember another arrogant pony she knew. "A couple years back, there was this Unicorn showmare named Trixie. She seemed harmless, only showing off magic like some cheap trick and boasting as the "great and powerful Trixie". It all came crashing down when some crazy fans of hers brought an Ursa Minor for her to fight, only to reveal she was a fraud."

"Sounds more like she nuisance." Bucephalus chuckled, sure that Twilight was most likely the one who defeated whatever an Ursa Minor was in Rainbow's story. "Was she at least grateful somepony defeated the creature?"

"The exact opposite." Rainbow laughed a bit. "She fled Ponyville and vowed revenge against Twilight. She even came back a few months later; after buying some magic amulet to make her too strong for Twilight to handle."

"That sounds as impressive as it is dangerous." Bucephalus replied, thinking as to how a Unicorn could defeat an Alicorn like Twilight, unaware that Twilight was a Unicorn at the time. "But she was defeated."

"She was. Twilight beat her." Rainbow replied, finishing the story. "Twilight was able to out think Trixie, making Trixie believe that she had a better amulet and by outsmarting her, Twilight was able to get the amulet from Trixie. So like I said, getting too cocky can make you sloppy, and in one swoop, you can lose everything."

"No words can be wiser than that of a wounded warrior." Bucephalus replied in gratitude. "Thank you Rainbow Dash, you have given me a new perspective. And I shall not waste this chance to listen and learn."

After several more hours, Bucephalus had drifted off to sleep, only to awaken to the feeling of another presence in the room. His instincts took over and he leapt from his bed. But just before Bucephalus could strike his would be assailant, he stopped, it was just a surprised Rarity.

"Oh, it is you." Bucephalus said, jumping from his bed and bowing to the shocked mare. "My apologies, I am not accustomed to resting with so little knowledge of my surroundings, I hope I did not frighten you."

"Just a small startle darling." Rarity commented. "I was just hear for a chat."

"A chat?" Bucephalus asked, looking around and seeing that it was only himself and Rarity alone in the room. "Where is Rainbow Dash?"

"She woke up an hour or so ago, and is with the others now." Rarity answered.

"She is stronger than I thought." Bucephalus commented. "But I must see to Antenor, I must question his motives behind his actions."

"I'm sure he probably came to help you." Rarity commented. "You seem familiar with each other."

"I have only heard of him." Bucephalus replied. "But I do not trust him. He is a Senator's son and like his father, he stands in my quest to find true strength."

"Sounds more like this quest is your obsession." Rarity commented, then her words turned to that of a question. "I never really introduced myself, my name is Rarity, and you are Bucephalus I believe correct? Well if you don't mind me asking, what is this journey of yours?"

"I am, or was to be the king's consort. But those spineless Senators voted against it, and worse yet, mock both me and my honor by calling me liability to the country of all things." Bucephalus said in anger. "Antenor's presence here only confirms my suspicions that the Senate would try and stop me."

"Isn't that a little extreme?" Rarity asked. "Maybe he is here to help?"

"Yes, help his dagger into my side." Bucephalus rudely commented. "Nothing good can come of him here. Once I am done questioning him, I will send him home to his father with news of my success."

"Success?" Rarity asked. "Didn't you just say you're still on the journey?"

"By the time he returns, I will have found success. So there is no falsities in my words." Bucephalus replied with an almost smug look.

"What does a King's consort do? If you don't mind me asking." Rarity asked, hoping to change the subject.

"I am to advise the King, speak with him of public and important matters, and if necessary, inform him of any traitors to the throne." Bucephalus proudly explained.

"That last part, "inform him of any traitors to the throne". How will you know?" Rarity asked.

"Those who are guilty." Bucephalus responded.

"But who determines guilt?" Rarity continued her questions, her mind and words seem to be going somewhere with this discussion.

"I would of course." Bucephalus responded. "I am a loyal citizen of Manedonia and to King Alexander, I would never do wrong to my king and or country."

"But you also just said you had issues with the Senate, or enough where a Senator's son gets you angry with him just being near you." Rarity continued her words. "What if you were to say, remove a Senator you disagree with, could you really say the temptation has not crossed your mind?"

"It has." Bucephalus admitted. "But that does not mean I would act on it."

"I thought the same thing too once." Rarity replied, telling her own story of how she fell into temptation. "A few short months ago, my dear friend Spike saw I wasn't feeling quite like my happy, confidant self, so he went to the Alicorn Sister Castle in the Everfree Forest and got me a book of forbidden knowledge. One of the spells contained was one that allowed me to turn anything I wanted into anything. At first, I did some small changes, mostly to improve my work load and also help out the ponies in town for a festival we were having that same day. But the more and more I used the spell, the more I was less about really helping, and more changing the town to how I wanted it to be." Rarity saw that Bucephalus was not fully understanding where she was going with this. "My point is, you should be aware of what temptation the job you want can give you. And also that your King can also become tempted to do things he normally wouldn't do. Maybe as you advise him, let him advice you. Both of you can keep the other honest."

"I was already planning on it." Bucephalus commented, but still grateful for Rarity's words. "I thank you for what you have said though and will take them to heart."

"My pleasure." Rarity smiled but looked at the nearby clock. "Oh dear is that the time. I have to head home. I have a work to do."

After his conversation with Rarity, Bucephalus left the room, following the crystal covered halls back to the throne room. But on his way there, the shy Pegasus, Fluttershy was walking in the opposite direction. Bucephalus stopped, and Fluttershy stopped as well. Given the change to look her over Bucephalus thought that this mare had to be some sort of servant, yet she had some strength buried within her.

"You're Fluttershy, correct?" Bucephalus asked. "I was told you helped treat my wounds. “Thank you for the treatment, though I could've endured, the thought and gesture was still kind of you."

"You're welcome." Fluttershy replied, her tone not as intimidated by Bucephalus' size. "I still felt you needed help, and thank you for saving Rainbow Dash. She was telling Twilight and the other of what happened and we're all very thankful you got her out of there alive."

"A true warrior never leaves a wounded ally behind." Bucephalus smiled softly as he showed compassion and softness for the first time to another. Compared to Bucephalus, Fluttershy was tiny, she looked as fragile as air, almost as if Bucephalus' sneeze could do her harm. "Though, I am curious. You are a servant here correct?"

"What, no...I mean...well...it probably looks like it huh." Fluttershy responded with a small eep. "Well actually I'm friends with Twilight and the others. But I guess since I'm so timid it looks like I work for them."

"My apologies, I did not-" Bucephalus' words were halted by the slow shaking of Fluttershy's head.

"It’s okay. I know I'm not as brave or strong as Twilight, Applejack, or Rainbow Dash. Or even as confident as Rarity or Pinkie." Fluttershy commented. "I've always been rather timid."

"If you know this, then why not seek a way to be more assertive?" Bucephalus asked.

"I tried that once. I turned into a monster, a pony who was rude and mean to others just to get my way." Fluttershy smiled sadly at the memory, then her smile turned soft and kind. "I have my friends who help me, and I help them. If they ever get in danger, I can be there to help in any way I can."

"You have the makings of a great warrior in you." Bucephalus commented, placing his large hoof on Fluttershy's shoulder. "So long as you are there for your friends, and they for you, I'm certain you can even face a dragon."

Fluttershy only giggled at the thought, remembering the time she actually faced down a dragon years ago with her friends. But she smiled in gratitude, taking the compliment before letting Bucephalus resume his trip to the throne room. After a minute of walking, Bucephalus reached the throne room, within was Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie sitting in their appropriate seats.

"I am sorry for my previous display." Bucephalus expressed, then looked at Rainbow Dash, who still had some bandages on her wings and arms. "I do hope you have recovered well."

"Yeah, I'll be flying again in no time." Rainbow chuckled. "It takes more than as few bird things to keep this Pegasus down."

"But now to the task at hoof." Twilight commented. "While you rested, we have learned that this Antenor had not only killed this Erinyes, he was able to tell us that the Harpies that survived have fled and flew back to their home in Manedonia."

'Why would they flee?' Bucephalus thought but moved on. "Twilight, you should not let them flee, call down the winds, the thunder, vanquish the beasts so they can never be a threat."

"I-I can't control the weather." Twilight answered. "Even if I could, I don't think it's necessary. They're leaving, there's no need to attack them now."

"And show they return?" Bucephalus snapped. "We should use the power we have to slay them while they flee!"

"No!" Twilight's outburst shook the room before she immediately calmed down. "Bucephalus, please understand. Just because I could do something, and only because I have the power to do so, doesn't mean I should." Twilight took a deep breath before continuing. "Not long after I became an Alicorn, a monster named Tirek, came from Tartarus itself, and was devouring all the magic in Equestria. The other Princesses gave me their magic to prevent Tirek from getting it." Bucephalus' eyes widened slightly at the thought of the gods of his home giving their power to a single god. Such a concept was beyond his understanding. "I fought Tirek, it was a battle I was not ready for, and I fought with everything I could. The combined magic of four Alicorns was only just enough to match Tirek's power. And in that fight, I realized something. I was scared. Not of Tirek, but of myself. The land was torn by our battle. Natural features destroyed and can never be fully healed." Twilight could see that Bucephalus' face said it all, he understood.

"You're still afraid." Bucephalus stated. "Even after the battle. You were still afraid of the power you held; what you still have now?"

"Yes." Twilight replied. "After Tirek was defeated and returned to Tartarus, I gave the Princesses their magic but I still felt like I had all this power. Power that could easily drive me down the wrong path." Twilight then looked to her smiling friends. "If it wasn't for my friends, i wouldn't know what to do."

"Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Bucephalus quoted, feeling a heaviness in her chest. 'As the King's Consort, the power I could wield...will it corrupt me? Will it corrupt Alexander?'

"Just because we have the power to do something. Doesn't mean we should use it to hurt when there are other options." Twilight said, her voice and words resonating in Bucephalus' ears and mind. "For now, we should-"

"PRINCESS!!" A guard shouted, bursting into the room. "That pony Antenor is gone! And he's taken Fluttershy!"

"What?!" Everypony in the room gasped.

"He left a note." The guard said, before Bucephalus grabbed it.

Your skills have grown soft. Your weakness has allowed me to take an innocent with me. She in unharmed and will remain so, so long as you do as told. I will wait in the neighboring forest. Find me and we shall settle your pointless quest once and for all.

Come alone,

Antenor

"We have to get her back!" Rainbow slammed her hoof on the table, ready to take off.

"Wait." Bucephalus stopped the Pegasus from flying off. "Fluttershy is unharmed, we cannot allow her to come in harm. This is a hostage situation. Rushing in risks Fluttershy's life. I will go after Antenor...alone."