In the Name of the Princess

by SilverBoulder

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Sad, Romance, Adventure, Tragedy, Dark
Length: 6221

the story of an apple farmer and his search for his stolen wife

The pony known as "farmer" was a simple man, he left his past behind him when he married his wife, but when his wife is taken and his daughter killed, he is unwittingly embroiled in a sinister plot to overthrow the princess. Can a supposedly simple farmer foil the machinations of an evil mastermind and save his wife? Is his past really as simpe as it seems?

WARNING: contains bad language, nothing too heavy, I try to keep it TV-like safe, but you have been warned
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(loosely based off of the film "In the Name of the King: a Dungeon Siege Tale)

Update: I'm off on a tangent as usual, but I promise I'll get back to this story ASAP. Sorry everybrony.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-18 17:50:42 UTC

Chapter 1: Propositions and Plots

Farmer bucked the last apple tree and watched as the ripe, shiny fruit fell from its fat branches. The smell of success and sweat hung about him in equal measures like a pungent cloak. This moment was priceless, and he would savour every second of it. Unfortunately, fate had decided that this "moment" would last all of two seconds before a familiar voice broke his concentration.

"Hey, farmer"! Called a rather smooth deep voice . "Mac, I need to speak to you".

Farmer let out a rather irritated sigh, but continued to work. 'Well it was good while it lasted', he thought to himself as he turned to face the one with the gall to interupt his moment of accompishment, an ageing stallion with a charcoal grey coat and a silver mane, sporting a cutie mark of a cracked boulder. "What do ya want Petra?" Asked Mac as he began putting the last of the bushels into his cart.

"What if I just wanted to talk to an old friend?" Said Petra, in a not too serious tone. Big Mac gave him a look that could have cut through the crap in any conversation and went back to hooking up the harness on the apple cart.

"This would be easier if you just speak. We aren't animals, and ponies do hold conversation from time to time." Said Petra in a rather irritated tone.

"Well then, why are ya here Petra?" With an equally annoyed voice. Petra's face got a dead serious look then and he said, "timberwolves have been seen moving in large packs near the edge of the Everfree lately, and some ponies are saying that they look organized somehow."

Mac couldn't help but laugh at that. "organized?" He said. "Since when can timberwolves organize anythin' beyond stealin' sheep?" Big Mac said jokingly. Nevertheless Mac was worried, Petra was a joker, and if he was so spooked he was being serious, then Mac shoulde be scared.

"Hey!" Shouted Petra indignantly. "I know sheep who lost family to those timberwolves". "Alright, alright, calm down, ah didn't mean no offense to yer friends". Said a rather guilty looking Mac. "Anyways, what did ya want me ta do about it"?

"I was hoping you would be able to help protect the town". Petra said matter-of-factly. Mac paused in the middle of hooking the apple cart to up his harness and looked Petra dead in the eye.

"I ain't a fighter no more Petra, and you know why that is, so don't ask".

At that moment, an unusually beautiful vioce rang out in sing-song. "Supper's ready honey."

"ah'll be right there sugarcube". Shouted Big Mac as he finished attaching the cart and started to pull it towards the barn. "would ya like ta' stay fer supper Petra?" Asked Mac.

"Sure, anyone can give me free food". He replied jokingly.

"Oh, Prance! how long has it been? Oh who cares, you must be starved, i'll go get you some food. Oh but do remember to wipe your feet on the mat." Mac's wife was, without a doubt, the most generous pony in Equestria. She was, after all, the element of generosity, and sharing a meal with an old friend was certainly the least she could do. "Lapis, oh Lapis!" Shouted Rarity in her usual sing-song voice. "daddy's back, and he brought uncle Prance!" As soon as these words were a spoken, a little unicorn filly with a blue mane and a light gray coat came barreling down the stairs at the speed of a raging cerberus, and somehow made almost as much noise.

"Ohmygoshdaddyi'msogladyou'rehere'causeyou'llneverguesswhatIdidIfinallylevitatedsomethingwithmagictodayandit'smyfirsttimeeverandi'msohappy!" How she had enough air in her lungs to accomplish the feat of saying all that without pause for breath was a mystery none would ever solve.

"Woah there Lapis, take a breath now and speak clearly." said Mac in a tone of genuine concern. Lapis paused to take in a huge gulp of air and was about to speak again when Mac said. "Clearly means slowly Lapis, yer dear old pa jus' ain't fast enough ta keep up whitcha."

Lapis closed her mouth, nodded and then said at regular speed, "I finally used magic today, it's my first time ever and I'm so happy!"

"Great job sweetheart, ah bet you'll be a mage some day at this rate." Mac said before proceeding to give her a noogie. Lapis giggled and tried to get away from him, but Mac, for all his bulk was still faster than a little filly. "Ok! Ok! I give up! Just Stop!" Lapis yelled betwwen fits of laughter as Mac tickled her in the belly. Luckily for Lapis, Rarity picked that moment to interject.

"Dinner's getting cold dears, come on in and eat, and do stop torturing your daughter Mac, you ought to know better by now."

"Curses, foiled again!". Shouted Mac with the slightest bit of sarcasm. "Looks like mother saved ya from the tickle monster once again, but I'll get you one day you'll see!" Mac called playfully as Lapis ran into the kitchen.

"I didn't know you could string that many words together at one time Macintosh." muttered Petra half to himself.

"ah heard that Petra, and unless ya'll want me ta start callin' ya by yer first name, ah'd suggest  ya'll watch yer mouth." Growled Mac."

"You must really like me, that's more words than i've heard from you in the last three years." Petra said through a smirk. Mac gave him a blank look for a second before he spoke.

"Whatever ya say... Prancing." He had to avert his eyes and pretend to cough to keep from laughing out loud like a colt. Petra had never been fond of his first name, and hadn't liked any of it until he found out that his name basically meant "walking rock". Nevertheless, he still hated being called Prancing, and only tolerated Rarity calling him "Prance" because she was, well, Rarity.

"Didn't I tell you to never call me Prancing?" Petra said between clenched teeth.

"Well ah did give ya a fair warning didn't ah?" Mac taunted as he walked towards the kitchen with a coltish grin still plastered on his face. "Come on, hurry up an' get in here 'fore the food turns ta ice.

Twilight panted in pleasure as he gave her a long, deep kiss. It was the type of kiss that took women's breath away, if she had kissed other men before though, she might have been more suspicious about how much it really did drain her.She held it a moment longer before she finally broke it."Stop", she said, already out of breath. "I just... need ... a moment." She was panting like somepony who had just finished weight lifting with an ursa major. "How do I always feel this way after being with you Venenatus?" She asked frustratedly.

"Perhaps love does that to a mare." He said more as a statement than a question.

"What do you know about love Ven?" Asked Twilight in a rather hushed tone. Venenatus thought a moment before answering. "I know that poets claim they would die for it." He whispered.

"Would you die for my love Ven?" Twilight asked quietly.

Ven smiled and again paused to think for just a moment. "Perhaps I would, in a poem. Personally, i'd rather live for your love, if it's all the same to you.

" Twilight couldn't help but giggle just a bit at this. "Well if you would prefer that, then perhaps you could stay just a bit longer?" Twilight gave Ven a begging look, complete with puppy-dog eyes and a pouty lip.

"How can I say no?" Ven said sarcastically," but just for a few more minutes, unfortunately. My duty calls after all."

"Speaking of which, are you ever going to tell me what it is you're working on that's more important than me?" Twilight looked at him with that face again, it worked with everyone, usually, but Ven was the exception.

"It's a surprise Twilight, and you know I can't give away a surprise." He said with an almost devious smile.

"then can you at least hold me close until you go?" She asked pleadingly.

"Of course Twilight." He said in the softest, smoothest voice he could muster. Twilight fell asleep less than a minute later.

Venenatus Magicae slowly got up out of the bed and silently teleported back to his lair. Once there, he took the medallion that had been hidden under his mage robes in a hoof and looked at it. The medallion was a large blue sapphire cut into an oblong diamond shape, with gold trim along every edge and a gold chain. the sapphire in the medallion seemed to blaze internally with a purple fire. Venenatus smiled a distinctly maniacal smile as he said to himself "everything is going according to plan, and now, not even the great Celestia and her pet student Twilight can stop me. The throne will be mine Luna, your foalish reign is at an end."

"Twilight?" "Twilight?"  A voice called to twilight in her dreams. She didn't care. All she could focus on was the horror unfolding before her. Entire villages being burned down. Men, women and chidren being killed or taken by unspeakably ugly beasts, and worst of all, Canterlot; with its high towers and beautiful architecture, burning, its towers crushed, its walls breached, and all of its inhabitants killed or kidnapped. "Twilight." The voice was louder now. "Twilight!" "Wake up!" Twilight nearly jumped out of the bed. "What happened Twilight?" Twilight recognized that voice now that she could focus again.

"Celestia?" Asked Twilight hopefully"

"Yes twilight I am here." She said lovingly. "Can you tell me what's wrong Twilight?"

When Twilight spoke, she did so shakingly. "I saw a vision, a vision in which Canterlot was razed and beasts of the worst sort killed or took all the inhabitants of every town, city, and village between here and Marewaulkee. It was horrible."

"There now, it will be alright, I'm sure it was just a bad dream."

She consoled. Twilight, however, was not calmed by her words. "It was not a dream, I could see it too clearly, and I remember it too well. You taught me the differences between dreams and visions yourself. Remember?"

Celestia sighed heavily. "Yes I remember, and I'm glad you do too. Just remember also that visions are the ficklest of magics, especially when seen in sleep. What you saw is what may come to pass, not what will, and besides, Luna is a great ruler, and she would never allow something like that to happen." Celestia began brushing Twilight's mane to calm her down.

"Celestia", whispered Twilight. "Do you ever regret stepping down from the throne?" Celestia paused for a moment before continuing to stroke her hair.

"I stepped down from the throne to teach you for a reason Twilight. I never regretted that decision for a moment,and don't ever let anyone tell you any differently." Twilight finally fell asleep a few minutes later.

As Celestia stroked Twilight's mane, she felt the magical energy that coursed inside her body. It seemed diminished somehow. Celestia's eyes furrowed in concentration. She examined Twilights aura with a burst of magic. Sure enough, it had been siphoned recently. Who would do something like that? Twilight had been taught to recognize and repel siphon spells, and no known mages could bypass her wards at range. Unless, perhaps it was someone she knew, someone she trusted. Celestia's eyes narrowed to slits, someone was hurting her Twilight, which meant that someone was going to be crushed.

As they sat at the table and ate, Petra filled them in on some of the day to day goings-on in Ponyville. Who was getting married, who was sick, who had foals on the way, and all the other little small talk and rumors that were always going around in a small town setting.

"Petra wanted daddy to join the guard momma". Lapis said quite suddenly.

"Now, I never said anything like that." Petra scolded. "All I said was that maybe your daddy could come help protect the town. We've been getting news of timberwolves getting uncomfortably close to Ponyville lately, and we could always use an extra hand."

"Ah ain't the soldier who fought with ya at Highroost anymore Petra, ah'm a farmer now, no more no less." Big Mac said in a half threatening tone.

"Oh please do stop being so dramatic about this Mac. Why you're acting as if he was telling you to go out and rob a store." Rarity pouted.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" Asked Petra.  Mac's voice was distinctly confident as he replied.

"Look Petra, we've got guards here for problems just like this. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Alright Mac. You just make sure to take care of yourself, and your family too." Petra said as he got up to leave.

"Don't go breakin' no hearts now Petra. Ya hear?" shouted Mac as Petra walked up the dirt path that lead back to the road.

It was late at night, Lapis was asleep, and outside, crickets chirped in their usual annoying sing-song. Rarity lay in the bed with Big Macintosh while he stroked her purple mane with a hoof. "How much do you love me Macintosh?" Mac was suitably surprised by the sudden question.

"Ya know ah love you honey." He said after a second's hesitation.

"I know you love me Big Mac, but how much do you love me?" She whispered.

Big Macintosh dug deep for the right words to say for a moment, and when he finally did speak, he spoke with a hard conviction. "Ah love ya enough to live in the same house as ya. Ta raise a foal with ya. I loved ya enough ta marry ya, and ah sure as hell love ya enough not ta leave ya. If that still don't answer the question then maybe this will, ah love ya with every fibre a mah being that's capable a lovin' another pony, and ah'll keep lovin' ya 'till the day ah die, and maybe even after dependin' on what's true er not."

Rarity gave him a look that seemed like something between shock and complete and utter joy. Her eyes began to tear up just a little, and she suddenly leaned forward and planted her lips solidly on Big Mac's. They held the kiss for what seemed like minutes, neither willing to back away from each other. It was Mac who finally broke the kiss.

"Ah think ah've made mah point." He said with a satisfied grin on his face. Rarity was still short of breath, but still managed to say: "are you a man of action Big Mac?" Big Macintosh smiled spoke confidently.

"Ya know ah am Rarity."

"Well then Mac, how about you prove it." Rarity was teasing him, and Big Mac loved every minute of it. "Sure" he replied almost deviously.

"Ya know ah've always got time fer action." Big Macintosh then jumped on top of Rarity and started kissing down her neck, Rarity giggling like a schoolfilly the entire time.

chapter 2: It's never good news

The sun afternoon shone brightly through the stained glass windows of  the royal dining room in Canterlot. A huge table being both the centerpiece, and the reason for the rooms existence. Unfortunately, there were no meetings scheduled for the rest of the week, so the table was, and would remain, mostly unused that day.

Only two ponies were currently seated at the table. One was a white unicorn with a blonde mane, the other a purple alicorn with a deep blue mane . The former of the two was eating a large fruit salad, and somehow managing to sound like an entire pack of wolves tearing into a carcass. The latter had her hooves folded in her lap, a thoughtful look at home on her face as she stared into the middle distance.

The white unicorn paused from his gorging and spoke. "My Princess, you really should eat something you know." He said in his usual suck-uppy tone.

Luna's response was quick and made her annoyance quite clear. "I've more important things on my mind at the moment than food, and besides, you certainly eat enough for the both of us Blueblood."

This seemed to shut him up rather quickly, and he didn't press the issue any further, opting instead to continue to eat in relative silence.

This continued for several minutes before an armoured pegasus pony with short rainbow hair suddenly burst in and interrupted Luna's contemplation and Blueblood's gluttony. She immedietly came to Luna and knelt down before her. "My Princess, I am sorry to disturb your meal, but we've got a major problem that needs to be brought to your attention fast." The blue pegasus seemed strangely nervous, which indicated that something was very wrong.

" You need not apologize Captain Dash, but be quick about it." She said half-worriedly.

No sooner had Luna spoken these words, than the Duke chose to voice his thoughts where they were unwanted.

"Yes, do be curt please. The princess cannot be bothered by every little quandry and quirk that crosses your desk. If you have a problem, then handle it, otherwise, there are ponies far better suited to the task, miss Dash." The way he said "miss" seemed somehow more condescending than usual.

To say that Rainbow Dash glared at the duke would have been a laughable understatement. The captain's eyes narrowed almost to slits, and her pupils seemed to flicker, as if the fires of Hell were contained in her steely gaze. When she spoke, she did so in a low whisper, as if she were the voice of death itself.

"You would do well to remember, Blueblood, that I am no fool, nor am I petty, vain, stupid or lazy."

"Furthermore", she continued as she slowly ascended on her wings and began hovering towards him.

"I am captain of Luna's armed forces in the field, and I have been since I was promoted after taking command of the venerable Fifth Legion's Darkwings at the ambush in Bloodsnow pass. You know this, do you not?" She was less than a foot away from him now. Her muzzle was practically touching his, her eyes screaming her absolute loathing for him. "Well, do you?" She asked again, slightly louder than the last time.

To his credit; or perhaps his stupidity, Blueblood's expression had remained stoic through the duration of the conversation up to that point, but his irritation at being so rudely insulted by a plebian was beginning to show through.

"Miss Dash, I would suggest you refrain from speaking to me in so haughty a manner. Do remember that I am Duke of the realm, and an heir to the throne of Canterlot."

He spoke with extreme confidence. Fortunately, his confidence was misplaced.

Rainbow Dash did not take her gaze off of Blueblood. If anything, it seemed as though her eyes narowed even more, and a vein began to throb on her temple. Her voice remained low, but it wasn't a whisper anymore. It became a low snarl.

"Listen, and listen well, you slow witted oaf. I am not a "miss", as you seem so fond of insulting me by saying. I am Captain Rainbow Dash. Do you know how and why I earned that title? Because I am the meanest, toughest, fastest, hardest, and most absolutely badassed pegasus in the whole of Equestria, that's how!"

Her voice had become a shout by this time.

"So if you would like to find out why that title has remained unchallenged, then please, by all means, make one more snide little comment, or even better, hit me with your dainty little chicken legs. Or are you afraid you might ruin your manicure? Come on, hit me! Hit me you whoreson!"

"ENOUGH!" The royal canterlot voice silenced the next round of taunts before they could leave the lips of their intended speakers. "Captain Dash, kindly cease your harrassment of the Duke. Duke Blueblood? In the name of me, shut up." Luna took a deep breath, calmed herself and said. "Captain Dash, you said you had a problem that required my immediate atttention, please tell me what it is."

Rainbow Dash nodded and sauntered over to the door.

"Stoutwing! Come in here." Barked Rainbow Dash quickly.

Another pegasus soon stepped in, obviously a guardspony, though he was not wearing his armor. His left forehoof was splinted, and he was visibly bleeding through the bandage covering gashes on his right side. He tried to bow, but his injured hoof meant that he simply fell flat on his belly. He let out a little whimper of pain, sucked in a breath through his teeth, and slowly stood back up. "  "My lady. Stoutwing, Warrant pony officer grade 3, serial number four-oh-five-one-one-two-six, ninth legion, third battalion, fifth company, airborne scoutspony regiment, I am here to serve. I bring news from the guard fort near Coldford river Bridge." He said still rather shakily, but still with purpose.

"Well, what is it." Luna's voice was noticeably shocked now, and her face certainly didn't leave much room to doubt it either.

The messenger nodded and continued. "The fort has been taken, they killed the entire company. If I hadn't been ordered to report to you, I would be dead too."

"Who did this?" Asked Luna incredulously.

The guardspony paused for a moment, his eyes glazing over as if remembering some horrible nightmare. When he spoke again, the fear in his eyes was mirrored in his voice. "It was timberwolves, I've never seen a pack so large. There were hundreds of them, and they were wearing makeshift armor. Their pack leaders, the huge ones, had what looked like diamond dogs on them, but it seemed as if the diamond dogs were leading them, rather than the pack leaders themselves. I don't know how, or why the hell this is happening, but with respect my Princess, we need to ready the legions."

Prince Blueblood laughed and said: "So you want us to believe that somehow, an entire fort was destroyed and an entire company slain, by a pack of dogs? It's almost like saying that a bunch of fluffy bug vermin destroyed an entire town."

Rainbow Dash snickered quietly in the background.

Luna turned her head towards Blueblood with the slow and carefull precision of an owl, and stared at him with contempt and anger to rival that of Rainbow Dash's recent outburst.

"Duke Blueblood? Be. Somewhere. Else. Now."

Her tone brooked no argument, and Blueblood suddenly remembered that he had to go because he had to do that thing, at that place, with those ponies. He slunk out the side door a moment later, too ashamed to face any of the other ponies on his way out.

Once he was out of earshot, Rainbow Dash muttered quietly to the other pegasus."I pity the skank that lets him do any kind of that thing in any kind of place."

Stoutwing chuckled, then nearly doubled over in pain. Then he muttered to Dash."Damn it hurts to laugh. Can we get this over with captain? I think I cracked a rib."

Luna unknowingly answered Stoutwing's question a moment later. "Please continue Stoutwing." She offered softly.

Stoutwing nodded slowly and continued. "My Princess, they were like an army, they came at us hard and fast. Half our men were out on patrols at the time, it's as if they knew we were under defended. They were clever about it too, they tried to luresome of us out.

Luna looked genuinely and absolutely shocked. "What do you mean they lured you out?"

Stoutwing sighed and said. "They took a prisoner from one of the patrols they ambushed, then put him in hearing distance of the fort. My squadron and I were sent to find the source of the noise."

               *FLASHBACK*

      Coldford river fort, 7 hours ago.

Stoutwing sat on a rickety wooden stool in the guard house at fort Running-River. polishing his armor and sharpening his wing swords for the fifth time that day. The armor may have needed some T.L.C. to keep it looking nice and shiny for the officers who were fond of gear inspections, but he mostly did it because he was board out of his damn mind. Strange as it would have sounded to some, Stout loved the relaxing little shriik-shriik sound his whetstone made as it crossed the cold steel of his blade.

As he contemplated whether or not he should continue with his needlessly monotonous tasks, the door opened and a very large, white pegasus walked in. His steps were slow, purposeful, as if he was in no hurry to get anywhere. The other ponies in the room at the time suddenly remembered they had to be other places, and promptly cleared the area. The pony continued to slowly lumber towards Stoutwing, and then came to a stop just a few feet from where he was sitting. He slowly pulled over a stool and sat down, the stool barely taking his weight.

The pony then spoke in a frighteningly masculine voice. "So Stout, how's life in no-hot-mares-ville?"

"About as lousy and unsatisfying as sex with your sister" Replied Stoutwing in a perfect monotone as he continued polishing a stubborn spot on his helm.

"I thought she seemed a bit dissapointed after coming home late that one night. You may be stout in the the wings, but I think you're a bit soft in certain other areas." He replied jokingly. He then sighed and continued. "I hate this place, I haven't had a good session in weeks man."

"The mares here have all been educated on certain parts of your anatomy, Featherweight. The lady guardsponies need to be able to walk straight the day after, and they really can't afford to be discharged because they fraternized with another soldier." stoutwing seemed rather smug about the whole ordeal.

"This place is Hell, no good food, no booze, no women, no bards to sing of my exploits, and no fighting. It's like boot camp all over again, except my bed is filled with fleas stinks like manure, and it's hot as balls outside." Featherweight complained

"Would you just quit your whining?" Stoutwing said irritably

"Don't even get me started on the whining thing Stout." Featherweight scolded.

At that moment, a third pegasus entered the small building. This one was actually wearing his armor, and managing to look like an authority figure with his short-cropped red mane and fiery orange coat.  "Why is it that I see two perfectly healthy pegasi being of absolutely no use?" He said coldly.

"Well sir we were going to do something, but then we remembered that there's all of jack-squat-and-crap to do in the first place." Said featherweight matter-of-factly.

Stoutwing looked at featherweight, then looked back at the Liutenant and said. "Sir, let me just state for the record, that he does not speak for me."

The Liutenant looked at them both through his piercing green slitted eyes and said menacingly: "listen you nut-juggling asshats, I don't care whether you piss or go peter-puffing in your spare time, but when your on the clock, it's my job to make sure you dunderheads are doing work and earning your pay the guardspony way. Now get your asses into your gear, our friendly neighborhood doppelganger has decided to select a group of ponies to be his personal flying monkies, and guess who the lucky winners were. I want you ready ASAP, dismissed.

"Yes sir." Featherweight and Stoutwing both said simultaneously.

To the pegasi's credit, they were all in the air within about ten minutes of the order being given. The team consisted of five pegasi, Liutenant Gruff "Hellfire" McRaw, Featherweight or "Tank" as he was known to everyone else, Stoutwing or "Stouts", Antony "Ace" Acee, and Tina "Corkscrew" Cumuli.

"You see anything down there Tank?" Ace asked loudly. He had to yell to be heard over the wind turbulence.

"Not a damn thing, it's almost as boring as looking at your mother while she's in the buff, and still twice as likely to turn me on." Tank replied nonchalantly.

"Shut it you ass-wipes! I think I hear something!" Shouted Hellfire angrily.

Indeed a sound could be heard on the wind, a low groaning sound that seemed to be a pony in great pain. His inarticulate cries were practically begging somepony to help. The team of pegasi formed a search pattern, standard spread, about twenty yards apart, in a staggered line formation.

It was Ace who found him first and transmitted the "on me" signal to the rest of the group. He was in a small clearing, surrounded by brush and trees, an averaged size, brown earth pony with a deep aqua mane. He wore the colors of the ninth legion. Even worse, it seemed he was seemed he was fifth company, which meant he was one of theirs. He had been horribly mauled by something, he was still bleeding from a dozen deep gashes on his sides and flank. Whatever had done it had torn right through his armor like tissue paper. Ace started administering first aid. Whoever he was, he was barely conscious, but he seemed to be trying to say something anyway.

"What? I can't understand you." Said Ace quietly.

The earth pony just kept moving his lips, his mouth trying to form words with air his lungs couldn't provide. How was he still alive? Ace  had heard of sheer earth pony toughness, but he had never really seen it first hand before.

"Just don't speak, your in shock right now." He tried to be soothing, but it came out as a hoarse whisper.

Meanwhile, Corkscrew was watching the perimiter, as was proper, when a small movement caught her eye.

"Hey Tank. Did you see that?" She asked quizzically.

"See What?" Said Tank evenly.

The earth pony suddenly coughed, and spat up a copious amount of blood

.

"Ah damnit, how is this guy still alive?" Said a very alrmed Ace. "He's got a punctured lung, three fractured vertabrae, two cracked ribs, and his two rear legs have been crushed up to the thigh, and to top it off, he's lost more blood than Tank."

"How can you tell about all the broken bones?" Asked Hellfire evenly.

"Because I can see them sir." He said sadly.

The earth pony again hacked up a load of blood

"There ain't much left I can do besides write a letter home to his family sir, this guy's not gonna make it." Ace said with all the weight of the world carried in the sadness of his voice.

Corkscrew swore that she saw th bush move again.

"Hey Tank? Get my back, I've got to check something out." she said as she slowly began to walk towards the bush. She went up to the bush and poked it. Nothing happened.

Without warning, the earth pony suddenly stood up on his forehooves and looked Ace dead in the eye.

"It's a trap, fly for your lives." He said it quite simply, as if he were making idle conversation. He then fell down and died in a very shocked Ace's hands.

All the pegasi in the clearing looked on in shock at the horror they had just witnessed.

"Did you guys s-." Corkscrew never finished the question, the bush she had seemed so interested in a moment before had seemingly transformed into a timberwolf before their very eyes. The timberwolf pounced right on top of her, and bit her at the nape of the neck. There was no plate to protect her there, and the force of the bite broke her neck. In that same moment, the whole forest seemed to come alive, and in an instant, everything went to hell via express shipping.

Stoutwing was tackled from the right side less than a second after Corkscrew was killed, he landed awkwardly on his left hoof, and heard more than felt, something snap. The Diamond dog's claws raked his right side, leaving three painful wounds in his side. If he hadn't had his wing up, he might have lost it at that moment. As it was he let out a small grunt of pain. Stoutwing quickly put his wing back, and in one swift motion, removed his blade and swiped at the diamond dog's neck. The thing seemed to pause for a moment, as though surprised, then, its head suddenly fell off and a torrent of black goo came out with it. Stoutwing quickly righted himself with a wing, and then took off and got airborn, hovering over the fight.

It was a technique that had been impressed into all their brains during basic.

"the sky is your friend in a battle. Pick your targets, put 'em down, then get back up."

From his place in the sky he could see that things were not going well. Ace and Corkscrew were both dead, Tank was bleeding from a dozen bites and scratches, and Hellfire was surrounded by a dozen of the ugly things. Stoutwing picked a target, folded his wings and dived headfirst towards Hellfire, at the last moment, he brought his wings out to bleed off air speed and bucked a timberwolf with his three good hooves. Stout saw the thing's stick bones crack, and it let out a little whine of pain as fell to the ground, ten feet away.

"Hellfire, why aren't you in the air?" Shouted Stout as he removed his wing swords and began methodically slicing through the clustered enemies.

"I took a nasty blow to the wing. I ain't  gonna be flying outta this one." Yelled the captain as he wrestled with two timberwolves while simultaneously fending off three others with his good wing.

A monumental roar echoed out then,  and Tank suddenly came barreling through all the intervening timberwolves in between himself and Stout.

"You know." He shouted loudly. "When I said there was no action here, this wasn't how I imagined being proved wrong."

He somehow managed to make jokes even though he was bleeding profusely from huge gashes on his flanks and sides.

"Listen", said Hellfire as they all began to lay into the timberwolves once again. "Someone needs to know about this, otherwise, alot of ponies are going to die. I can't fly anymore, so i'll get your back while you two get the hell out of here."

"I may be a big man, but i'm still no fool. I'm bleeding like a stuck pig. I probably won't last muck longer. I'm going out fighting." Tank spoke with all the finality of the grave.

"Get out of here Stout. Get out while you can still fly." The Liutenant was speaking almost desperately now.

Stoutwing looked his friends, neigh, his brothers, dead in the eyes one last time. He swung one last blow, and suddenly leapt off into the sky. He looked behind him one last time as he flew away, and the last he, or indeed anyone ever saw of them, they were standing, back to back, still on their feet, fighting like demons sent straight out of Hell.

*End Flashback*

Present time, royal dining room.

"When I got back to the fort, the fat bastard running it actually got off his ass and did something for a change. When the timberwolves showed up an hour later, we were ready, or at least we thought we were. The pack that came out of that forest was enormous. At least legion strength, probably more. They climbed the walls of the fort to get at us. They told me to fly here as fast as I could ma'am."

As Stoutwing finished his tale, Luna and the captain both looked at him with newfound respect.

Luna looked to Rainbow Dash and asked grimly: "how many troops can we muster?"

Captain Dash paused thoughtfully for a moment before speaking. "The veteran fifth legion can muster inside of two days, the ninth could be pulled from auxilliary duties and brought in for some sweet revenge in less than three days. Besides the first legion, the others are all unmustered or too scattered to be pulled back in any reasonable amount of time without leaving every countryside village undefended."

"What about the first?" said Luna darkly.

"The first are here in Canterlot, but they're the only military forces here, and Canterlot must remain defended." Rainbow said quickly.

"Pick the best battalion from the first, and have all field commanders report to me. War is coming, and it won't be pretty. Stoutwing? Go get those wounds rechecked, then go in and get some food and rest, you've earned it. Rainbow Dash? You have your orders. You are both dismissed." Luna was under pressure now, but she was at her best when under pressure. Luna was also angry, and when she was angry, things tended to get done faster.

"I don't care why or how this is happening, but someone is going to pay dearly for it." Muttered Luna to herself, her eyes had turned to steel by this point, but until the men could be mustered, she figured she might as well eat something. Suddenly, her food didn't quite seem so unappetizing.