Author's Note

And here we are folks, the after math yet again as Silver Spoon makes her decision. I know it's no surprise but the tally means law! Now we get into some lore and other things too. If ever anyone needs clarity on my Dark Souls cannon you can ask in the comments below or PM me. I'd be more than happy to clarify for anyone who's wondering if something applies o not.

Next time: The mane Six get a few chapters and stuff happens!

As always read rate love and tolerate!

Preparations and Souls

Silver Spoon looked at Greirat like he was the most vile piece of filth on the planet. She wished she could just hit him in the face, but held back and regarded the items before her. She wanted to keep Diamonds tiara, but all it would do was remind her that she was gone. Her childhood friend gone and she was never coming back. Really both items were a remainder of this but Silver felt she had to be practical. Afterall, he said he’d have to find a buyer first surely the tiara would be in his possession long enough for her to get it. Then again she could just buy it from him.

“How much would it cost to get the both of them from you?” Silver asked.

“For each? Well now that's had to say,” He rubbed his chin from under his thrall hood. “How about we settle for 50,000 each? Of course, one is free for you to keep, I wasn’t lying when I said that and I don’t go back on my word. Bad business.”

Silver Spoon held out her hoof and took the bow and slipped the string over her to carry the bow.

“So, 50,000 bits for th-”

“Oh, no little one. No, no, no. Not bits I’m afraid.” Greirat said holding his hand up.

Silver cocked her head wondering what he could possibly mean by not bits. Loreane however already knew what he was going to ask of her.

*Item Obtained: Dragonrider Greatbow*

[Once used as a weapon for the loyal guards to King Vendrick, later known as the Nameless King of Lothric. This particular bow was used by his most powerful and devoted guard whose name has been lost in time. This variation of the devastating Dragonrider Bow is a great bow variant that is said to puncture even a dragon's scales. This bow require not only strength of body, but strength of spirit to use.]

“I want 50,000 souls.” Greirat said with a morbid chuckle.

“S-s-souls, you say?” Silver asked feeling uneasy. “Souls as in?”

Greirat pointed to the window not saying a word. Sensing her confusion Loreane stepped in and explained to Silver Spoon that Greirat wanted souls of the dead. Silver Spoon got a disgusted look at the man who seemed unfazed by her look, as she stormed off with her sisters bow. Loreane gave the thief a weary look.

“How is she?” Loreane asked Greirat.

The man looked slowly up at the Fire Keeper and let out a weary sigh. He scratched his head in a very nervous manner before replying to her.

“She’s been fine. Emotionally not so much.”

Loreane looked out the window into the town. She eyed the corpses feeling a sense of unease, and a slight sickness to her stomach. A old feeling of resentment crept its way into her heart followed by a more subtle gnawing feeling she once felt long ago.

Wanting.

She wanted to fall in love again, but after Diana’s betrayal she thought it would be hard to get along with others and care for others. Yet, Trixie managed to keep her heart open by showing her kindness and a level of generosity she hadn’t seen in a long time. She thought about the world and all there was too it. She thought the world was a much better place than it use to be. She never thought a world so torn and dark could turn to something so beautiful.

She then thought back on Diana’s words.

Suddenly things seemed to make more sense to her. She remembered vaguely that Diana was trying to do something back when she betrayed Loreane and stabbed her in the back, but the words, though foggy in her mind, repeated over in her mind as she laid on the ground helpless,a and at Diana’s mercy. (I promise you when you return you’ll carry the fire to a new light.) She was sure that was what she said. She then remembered the searing pain of her chest being punctured by Diana’s hand and the burning of her body. She could almost feel the pain.

She gasped collapsing on the floor gripping her chest. Greirat scurried away from her briefly but came back after hearing a soft sob coming from the former Fire Keeper.

“Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asked helping the woman up.

“I’m fine Greirat. I need to go and keep an eye on my friend. Please Greirat, honorable thief will you please keep the little ones tiara for a while? Surely I can gain enough souls soon to buy it from you later,” Loreane asked of him.

The thief nodded slowly. “Indeed, for you Fire keeper I will do this out of consideration of our past friendship. Here.”

Greirat reached into his knapsack and offer a small glass jar shaped like a estus flask. He offered it to Loreane who took the small vessel in her hands and looked at it oddly.

“That’s a soul vessel, obviously it’s for collecting souls.” He explained. “I use it for my more, lively customers.”

“You mean the “un’-unliving?” Loreane said, with a cheeky grin.

Under his hood, Greirat gave her a most unamused glare. Yet, the women's cheeky grin made his glare falter. She was still his friend even if she didn’t share his views.

“That wasn’t funny.”

Loreane pouted walking away.

“I thought it was. Farewell thief, may the flame guide thee,” She said departing. “And, please remember our agreement.”

“Of course.” Greirat replied waving to her. “Stay safe.”

*Item obtained Soul Vessel*

[Item crafted by Greirat himself. It was said to contain the souls of the recently departed for the notorious thief Greirat who used the souls for barter.]

As the Fire Keeper departed, Greirat found himself contemplating the reason why he agreed to such a deal. Indeed he himself had changed considerably of the last few millennia, but he laughed at the drastic change. *These ponies are a bad influence on me.* He mused, gathering his last few items and departed himself into the night, taking nothing else from the mansion out of respect for Loreanes friend Silver Spoon.

Back in Ponyville square, Trixie and Babs had finished packing up as much supplies as they could into the wagon without it being overbearing for the axles. Babs just set down a large crate and wiped some sweat from her forehead when she heard a sound of approaching hooves and footsteps coming from behind her.

She turned leaning her back on the crate and crossed her arms as she watched SilverSpoon and Loreane approach them. She took note of Silver Spoon. The young filly was angrily pouting about something and had a new bow strung around her. Babs pushed off and approached her grey friend.

“Hey, Spoon! Did Ya find ya family?”

The grey filly stormed past Babs without a word. She then went over to the large fountain just a few feet away from the wagon, planted herself beside it, and unslung her bow and began to wipe it clean.

Babs looked at Loreane who seemed to be deep in thought. The tan filly then walked over to Silver Spoon and sat beside her. She watched as Silver Spoon wiped off every inch of the bow. She handled it with great care. It looked old. Very old. Babs found the intricate designs on the shaft and arms intriguing. Silver heaved a great sigh stopping to glare at Babs.

“What!? Do you need something?”

Babs furrowed her brow at the filly for being yelled at so suddenly and unexpectedly.

“Ya can lose the attitude. I was just worried about ya.” Babs said turning away from Silver.

Silver Spoon sniffed hard and continued to clean her sister’s bow.

“I’m sorry okay? It’s just been a really stressful day,” Silver Spoon said.

Babs didn’t reply. Instead she scooted closer to Silver Spoon, still looking away from her, closer and closer until their flanks touched. Silver Stopped cleaning the bow and craned her neck to see Babs. The chubby filly was still looking away with her arms crossed over her chest plate armor with a cross look on her face.

Silver cracked a smile. She turned her head away from babs and began to whistle while working on her bow. Babs took note of the sudden whistling and cocked a brow wondering what the filly was up too. Suddenly Babs felt a slap on her butt cheek as Silver Spoon whipped her tail at the other filly’s flank. Babs let out a high pitch squeak making Silver Spoon giggle. The chubby filly grinned at Silver and nudged her shoulder playfully.

Silver quickly put on a fake face of pain grabbing her arm where Babs shoved her and said, “Oh! I think it’s broken! You brute!”

Both she and Babs laughed and eventually hugged it out.

Both Trixie and Loreane watched from the sidelines as the two quickly made up from their initial argument. Trixie walked off once more but this time with Loreane, who was busy with the soul vessel. The vessel was now glowing a bright white color as it collected souls from all around them.

*Obtained 800 Souls*

Trixie watched Loreane as they walked through a store to gather a few last minute supplies. As Trixie gathered medicine and antibiotics she looked at the small vessel and finally asked the question that's been bugging her since she noticed the small thing.

“Loreane, what is that thing you’re carrying?” She asked pointing to the vessel.

Loreane took a moment to hand it over to Trixie who levitated it to herself with her magic.

“It’s soul vessel. It’s used to capture the souls of the departed and dead to be used as either currency for the undead, or it can be used to obtain greater power.” Loreane explained.

Trixie paused as the words sank into her brain. She’d never heard of such a thing before. It kind of scared her too when Loreane said what it was and what it was for with a straight face. She looked at the small object quickly and gave it back to the human.

Loreane placed the vessel in her personal carry bag and continued to follow trixie who kept a brisk pace heading back to the wagon. As they exited the store the sound of metal weapons clanking resonated within ear shot. Trixie quickly discerned the location was her wagon. Quickly she called to Loreane and made a break for her wagon with Loreane close behind her.

*Wagon Minutes earlier*

Babs and Silver spoon had just got back to the wagon and were sitting on the top looking up at the moon together. They both loved the look of the moon when there was no clouds, just like tonight. Even with all the bodies around them it was easy to get caught in the beauty of the sky, moon, and stars in the clear night sky.

The two fillies held each other close as they watched waiting for Trixie to return with Loreane, when Silver Spoon nuzzled Babs cheek.

“Whatsup?” Babs asked Silver Spoon nuzzling her back.

Silver Spoon blushed rubbing her face into Babs shoulder affectionately.

“I was wonder Babs,” She started but paused playing with her braid nervously. “I was wondering something… if I could ask your opinion about something?”

Babs smiled. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“I was wondering if you thought, that is if you think that-”

“That I what?” Babs asked trying to pry the question out of Silver Spoon. “What’s wrong? Do I have something on my nose? In mah teeth?”

Babs checked her face and showed her teeth making Silver Spoon giggled.

“No! Silly pony. I just,” Silver paused again feeling nervous. “I was just wondering if you like-”

In a split second before she could answer there was a flash of white light in Silver Spoons vision. Before she could react Babs raised her warhammer up and caught the sharp end of a farron greatsword under one of her hammers chimes.

Silver Spoon sat shaking as the tip of the all too familiar sword was but centimeters at best away from her forehead. Silver Spoon went cross eyed looking down the blade at the Abyss Watcher who was wielding it. She could see a fire behind the eyes under the metal hat and upright collar of the Watchers attire. He held a sinister glare at her then slowly looked at Babs who was struggling to hold his blade back.

Babs gave a powerful shoved with her hammer and forced the sword, and the Watcher, back several feet. Both stood tall to observe their foe. Unlike other Abyss Watchers Babs had seen thus far, this one wore armored Pontiff leggings that were colored to match his attire. His gauntlet was much larger on the back end almost making it like a buckler shield. His guard brace over his shoulder was larger with a armored plate that wrapped around his neck partially covering his dominate hand.

“Silver get inside the wagon and stay there!” Babs yelled rushing the Abyss Watcher with her warhammer ready to strike.

Silver Spoon mindlessly nodded and rushed into the wagon and hid behind the door but kept it cracked just enough to watch as the fight ensued.

As Babs rushed the Watcher he inturn leapt forward dashing straight for Babs with his dagger wielding arm outstretched and his greatsword straight behind him.

At first Babs thought this was foolish of him and went to strike downwards with her hammer. She hit the dagger with all her might shattering it, but she missed the point where the Abyss Watcher leapt over her and drove his sword down on her.

The farron sword ripped through Babs Seed’s shoulder armor dug into her left shoulder from above. She let out a pained cry swinging her hammer upwards and into the Abyss Watcher’s side. The force of her swing sent him flying away, but he was able to swivel his body to land on his feet. He may be a wolf of Farron, but he was agile like a cat and twice as deadly.

“Damn it… got too cocky,” Babs said gripping her bloody shoulder, which barely functioned at this point.

Her injury forced her to wield her hammer with one arm which made her rather clumsy and foolish looking as the Abyss Watcher easily side stepped to dodge her attacks. Babs swung her whole body just to get the hammer in the air. This forced her to rely on the sheer weight of the weapon to do damage but left her completely open to attack.

Swing after swing the Abyss Watcher side stepped and waited for his opening. That opening came sooner than he anticipated. Babs had swung her hammer so hard, after getting rather frustrated and lost her footing, she dropped the hammer and left herself open. The Abyss Watcher kicked her in the gut with his armored boot sending her to the ground with a grunt.

Babs couched feeling winded as she tried desperately to reach for her hammer behind her, but the Abyss Watcher pinned her down under his boot. The boot pressed against the back of her head digging her muzzle into the ground as she struggled to get a footing over him, but he proved to be too strong for her to overpower him. Babs was helpless against him. She then realized that his blade was slowly rising over her head. The Abyss Watcher took hold of the handle with both his hands, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Babs.

Just when the filly thought it was all over there was a high pitched scream, more in tune to a feral cry of some wild animal, as a grey blur flew across the sky onto his back. Before the Abyss Watcher could react a grey hoof wielding a dagger was stabbing at his neck from his right side that was unprotected by his neck guard.

He swung his greatsword around wildly and twisted and turned revealing his boot from Babs Seeds head. She looked to see Silver Spoon latched onto the Abyss Watcher’s back, biting down on his cape and holding onto him with one hoof while the other was stabbing wildly into his exposed neck.

Babs went wide eyed as the grey filly kept screaming like a maniac, driving her tiny dagger through his neck at least two dozen times before he started to slow down. Finally after what seemed like an eternity to Babs, the Abyss Watcher fell on his knees and slowly died as his blood spilled over the floor.

Silver Spoon didn’t stop however, she just kept stabbing at him no longer at his neck but anywhere on his body she could reach with her arms. She stabbed every inch of his body making sure he wouldn’t get back up until finally Babs reached out to her and grabbed the filly pulling her away from him.

Silver kept screaming swinging her dagger trying to reach the downed Watcher until Babs put her good arm around the fillies and pulled her face into her soft chest fur.

“Hey, shoo. It’s okay, he’s down you got him,” Babs whispered calmly into Silver Spoons ear petting her mane.

Silver Spoon slowly began to come to her senses from the fillys words. Slowly the realization of what she did came onto her. She just killed someone. Never in her life had she taken a life in anger aggression, ever. She looked at the bloody dagger, stained red with blood that dripped onto the dirt ground at her hooves.

Silver began to shake, dropping the dagger, and fell back on her haunches with a look of despair in her eyes. Suddenly the Abyss Watcher began to fade away as his souls lunged into the air and shot off deeper into Ponyville.

“I-i-I killed somepony…” She whimpered.

“No, it’s fine Silver!” Babs said trying to calm her shaken friend. “He was going to do us in too. You saved us.”

“But… I…”

“Not another word on this Spoony,” Babs said sternly hugging Silver Spoon.

Silver Spoon sniffled wiping her eyes. She looked up at Babs cracking a tiny smile on her lips at the little nickname she earned from the farm filly.

“Thanks, Babs. YOu always know how to cheer me up. I still can’t believe I did it though,” Silver Spoon said looking at the Abyss Watcher.

Babs nodded leaning to kiss Silver Spoons forehead. Silver Spoon smiled feeling her cheeks burning. She leaned into Babs resting her head on the fillies chest. Suddenly the sound of Approaching hooves and footsteps caught their attention as Trixie and Loreane came running from around the corner with worried looks.

Silver and Babs separated quickly, both blushing and neither looking up at the adults. Trixie Went over to Silver Spoon while Loreane tended to Babs injury. She lifted the wounded filly into the back of the wagon and set her down on the bed next to a pile of crates.

Trixie brushed Silver Spoons mane looking her over like a mother would their foal with worry in her eyes. “What happened?” She asked, Silver Spoon.

“That man attacked us, he inured Babs badly,” Silver Spoon pointed to the Abyss Watcher.

Trixie followed the hoof to the downed Watcher. Finally she had enough. She approached Loreane who was busy getting ready to heal Babs in the back of the cluttered wagon, when she noticed Trixie and Silver Spoon approach them. She gestured for Silver Spoon to come over to her, and SIlver Spoon did so sitting beside her and Babs.

Lorenae had her kind smile on pointing to Babs shoulder wound. Loreane held her hands over the wound as

“Little one, I want you to try healing Babs. Remember the tale I told you about?” She asked, and Silver Spoon nodded pulling out her chime.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Loreane patted her gently on the back. “Good girl. Now close your eyes and recant it like a mantra, word for word. Speak it softly, and hold the chime to your heart.” Silver Spoon did as she was instructed.

Silver Spoon whispered the incantation of the miracle as the wound on Babs shoulder began to close. It took over five minutes to heal due to Silver Spoons in experience. Once the injury was healed Babs gave a very appreciative grin afterwards she flexed her arms, to which Silver Spoon stared at the tone muscles on Babs.

Babs wiggled her flank in front of Silver Spoon, inching ever so closer to the blushing grey filly. Silver was embarrassed at first, but seeing the playful smirk on Babs, Silver Spoon gave a playful swat to the brown fillies flank. Babs yelped rubbing her rump as Silver Spoon giggled at her. Loreane gave the two some personal space and went to find Trixie, who was on top of the wagon. When she closed the door behind her, Loreane heard, Silver Spoon screaming playfully with Babs inside. She smiled, it was nice that Silver Spoon was able to recover from her earlier trauma. It would be indispensable for future encounters.

Trixie meanwhile sat ontop of her wagon and magically made it move forward, being too heavy to pull on her own. She always had a way to move her wagon just in case something like this ever happened. Even though this was the first time she’d ever used this spell. Loreane was up with her looking out over Ponyville as they made their way out of town under the moonlit night.

“Where are we going?” She asked Trixie, wrapping her cape around Trixie.

Trixie nuzzled the cape feeling Loreane's body heating her up under this cold night.

“We’re heading to Canterlot. Hopefuly we can meet with twilight and her friends and come up with a plan afterwards. Why?” Trixie asked scooting closer to Loreane.

The woman wrapped her arms around Trixie from under her cape, letting the unicorn to rest against her chest. “No reason. I just feel like we should do something. If the Abyss Watchers are out and about like this, it means Diana is up to something.”

Trixie furrowed her brow at the mention of Loreane’s ex. Shifting uncomfortably, she tried to scoot away from Loreane but felt her arms tighten around her waist.

“Trixie, please… I promise whatever there was between her and I, it died long ago when she betrayed me,” Loreane said.

“Trixie cocked her head disbelievingly at her.

“Are you sure?

“I promised to be your flame. I meant that,” She said, kissing the back the mare's head.

Trixie felt her heart melt at the touch of the woman’s lips. She couldn’t stay mad at her no matter how much she tried. Just like she never could stand against Babs and Silver staring at her with their adorable eyes when they begged her to show her a new trick. *Trixie’s becoming a big and cuddly softie.*

Trixie then decided to defuse the situation. She nudged Loreane under the chin with her nose. The woman felt the soft wet spot and wiped it with her hand when Trixie suddenly licked her on the lips. Blushing and covering her mouth with a girly gasp, Trixie spun around, leaning up and booped Loreane’s nose. The woman took a moment to recover from the sudden display of affection.

After she recovered mentally she gave a cheeky grin at Trixie and quickly grabbed the unicorn who tried to scurry away from her and failed. Loreane then licked Trixie’s earlobe making the mare shutter at the cool touch. She then gently nibbled the blue ear and worked her way down to her cheek and then to Trixie’s neck. Soft moans escaped the mare's mouth as she felt Loreane's breast press against her back. This went on for a few minutes after which Trixie decided to give the same affections to Loreane. The human melted in her arms feeling rather warm and tense at the same time, while Trixie pleasured her.

Once the exchange was done they rested on top of the wagon as it self propelled itself over the landscape towards its destination through Whitetail woods. This left them unaware of the smoke coming from Canterlot as one of it’s towers fell to the bottom of the mountain.