A Janitor's Duty

The rays of the late afternoon sun was piercing through the enormous and colorful glass pane windows of the Canterlot hallways. The warmth from the air delivered a simultaneous sensation of peace and relaxation upon anypony who were to walk into the light. The birds continued their tweets and chirps while the bees were finishing up pollinating the many flowers across the grassy fields in hopes of more nectar the next day. The sunny part of the day was nearing its end, for the princess of the sun scheduled it to be over early, for fall was on its way. She hopes it will be another great season for the ponies to set up their autumn products and bundle up for the chill of the breeze that fall will deliver.

It was about that time that most of the royal guard headed to the Canterlot Mess Hall, while the rest tripled their vigilance in detecting anything suspicious. One mare was on her way to the mess hall to get a well-deserved meal. After a long day of standing there...and doing...well, nothing, she felt like she earned it. Yeah, there isn't much to do in the royal guard other than just standing at attention and pretending to be awake.

The mare's looks were eccentric, even with all the armor plating on her uniform. Her charcoal black and Caribbean green striped mane was like silk, even when it was tied up into a ponytail, because of regulations. You could see the shine off it if you were to view it in the moonlight. Her body of an ash gray color would glisten from the sun's beams hitting her open areas, but unfortunately, not where you wished.

Remember, regulations...

The mare's curves were more than capable of pleasing the eyes of even the most orderly of colts. Her eyes of emerald could look at you and reveal your innermost secrets. Her breasts looked like they would pop out the front of her chest armor, which is made of some really stern stuff. But all that fades when you get a full view of her plump, round, keister. Armor or no, that flank was poppin'. It looked like you could rest on those oven buns and she wouldn't notice. It would make you wonder how she isn't a princess herself.

And of course she had a name, but her's was an enigma of sorts. You wouldn't know why, but you'd have the strangest feeling that she was something...different.

Lunamme

Weird name, for sure, but it surprisingly fits her personality. She wasn't that much of a talkative person, but she felt like the kind of pony you could count on in battle. Somepony whom you know would always have your back. But she was not that at all...

Lunamme was never in battle, nor was she ever awarded a medal or a badge. Well, it would make sense given that she is still a lieutenant. Yet somewhere in those boobers, there was a warrior, willing to die for her highness. Maybe one day she'll get the chance to taste a battle in her life. But right now, she wanted the taste of fresh salad and pure crystal water.

Back to reality, she walked down the sun-drenched hallway, carrying her helmet on her right hip, but suddenly stopped at the sound of a familiar voice, one that could belong only to a being who once preferred...chaos.

"And where exactly do you think YOU'RE going, m'lady?" Discord said in almost a whisper.

Lunamme stood there and looked at her surroundings, wondering where that dragon-goat...thing was hiding. Sweat began running down from her brow to the side of her cheek. Her heart feeling like it was going to burst out her chest.

Then there he was--well, his eyes technically--staring at her with those lemon yellow eyes and red irises that could stare into your soul and rip it out from your body. However, that would be the opposite of him, for he was a good guy, although he tends to have his own fun time again and again. He had to do something to get out of Fluttershy's house and away from Angel. He can't forgive him for what he made him do with the carrots. Bad times.....

Discord stared at Lunamme, waiting for an answer, but it was for naught. She didn't move her lips. All she did was stare back.

So, Discord continued on,"I do hope that it has nothing to do with a certain somepony, or something might go horribly wrong for the both of you!" he said in a fake horrified expression. His eyes kept floating around her. "I mean, think about it. What does that being have that no other colt possesses?" he questioned.

Lunamme's head tilted slightly forward. She was thinking of a good response to tell him, until the next thing he said, that is.

"Well, if you don't have an answer, then perhaps his inner conscience could explain to him who sent him those gifts."

Her heart skipped a beat as her right ear twitched upon hearing those words. Her eyes burst open wide and looked back at Discord who formed a grin under his eyes.

"Alright then. You enjoy your supper while I have a few words with him," he said as he turned around and started to float away from Lunamme. But then a word escaped her lips in almost a shout, but not loud enough for anypony down the halls to hear.

"Courage!" she said with the most velvet voice one could ever hear. Discord's eyes slowly turned back to her, intrigued.

"Is it possible you could repeat that word, please?" he said with that same grin on his face.

She had realized what she had said, but wanted to stick to her beliefs about you. So she replied.

"H-h-he has courage, as do I," she stuttered a bit.

Discord's grin literally faded and his left eyebrow raised a slight bit.

"Hmm. I see," he said in an interested tone. "Well, if that's the case, then I'll leave him to you." Discord was just about to fade away, but decided to say one final sentence before departing.

"After all, I'm sure the insect queen can handle one little human all by herself...." his voice faded with a sinister chuckle following behind.

Lunamme stood there frozen in place, sweating more frantically than before. Her heart was thumping like a hammer against a nail. Her breathing sounded like she was hyperventilating. She was completely zoned out by what Discord said before leaving. Those words were engraved in her brain, and would never go away. She didn't know how she would reveal herself to you, nor how you would feel about the encounter. For now, she still had to remain discreet about the gifts given to you. For it would defeat the purpose of being...

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