Consonance

by Harmony Muse

Rating: teen
Tags: Wonderbolts, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, Original Character, Comedy, Adventure, Shining Armor
Length: 12266

Second Story in the Harmonyverse, Harmony Muse and many others gather in the Crystal Empire to take part in the hoof to hoof combat event of the Equestria games. Takes place concurrent to the Season 4 episode of the same name.

Collaboration with my dear friend Lizzybell

Harmony Muse returns to tell the tale of how she took part in the Equestria Games and the friendships (and more) she forged there.

Do note that while Harmony Muse is a trans-mare, trans issues won't be the forefront of the story. Acceptance of others and their differences will however be a major element.

Reading Dissonance is not required, but heavily suggested for background on the OC ponies involved.

Published 2016-06-06 08:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-02-15 04:32:30 UTC

Prologue: Ponyville Storytime

October 14, 1006

It was a warm summer evening in Ponyville. The Sun was beginning to set, merchants were packing up their carts, shops were closing for the day, and foals were scurrying home for supper. Young Mares and Stallions were still about town, relaxing after a long work day. Lights were still on in some businesses however, including the Ponyville Music Hall, workplace and home of one Harmony Muse.

Harmony Muse, or to her friends, Harmony, was no ordinary pony. Unknown to -most- of ponyville, she was in reality Lieutenant Harmony Muse of Her Majesty Princess Luna’s Night Guard. She, and a handful of other ponies stood silent watch over Ponyville and its Princess, Twilight Sparkle. Over Twilight’s own objections but at the request of the Night Princess. By now the Night Guard had become used to Twilight’s mischief. Like that time she dressed as a post-apocalyptic pony and snuck into the Royal Library. We all knew it was her, even with the eye patch and silly hair cut.

Harmony Muse sat in her living room, surrounded by her friends Grumpy, Joystick, Fluttershy and Lizzybell. On a table laying in front of her was very well cared for scrapbook, “Equestria Games ‘04”. Expectant eyes flitted from her to the book and back.

“So, what’s this about, Harmony? 5th Edition came out and we could be converting our characters over to the new system right now,” Grumpy said, breaking the silence.

“I still prefer the 3rd Edition with the Lifepath system.” Lizzybell sighed. “It gave characters a background that you could write around. Plus it gave a clear view of skill sets and why they had them.”

“Shaddap. Everybody knows 4th Edition Ogres and Oubliettes gutted most of what made characters special in the name of balance. First Level Battle Unicorns casting more than one spell a day?” Grumpy took the bait in their friendly argument. “Real gamers tried to forget it ever happened.”

“Really, I’m kinda bored with O&O after college. Besides if you want to talk about unbalanced and overpowered, there’s always Paladin Game’s ‘Power Ponies’!” Joystick challenged. “Speaking of which, I was busy planning a boycott of the Power Ponies comic. Did you hear they had revealed that the Masked Matter-horn was secretly a servant of the Mane-iac. They even wrote her being one for years,” Joystick grumbled to nobody in particular.

“Is this like the time you wanted to boycott them over having Saddle Rager attend anger management? It’s their characters, and their choice to ruin themselves financially,” Grumpy said, showing a rare smirk.

Fluttershy blinked a couple times. “Oh My! I think if Saddle Rager were real, she’d probably be afraid of what she could do if she got really really angry. She’s really a scary character for a comic book..”

“Not like the 990s comics and their obsession with dark broody heroes like Timberlobo,” Lizzybell put in her two bits worth. “I’m the Main MARE!” She shouted quoting the comic character. It was always fun to show that a businesslike mare like her was as much a nerd as the rest. “Or Liveryfeld’s obsession with pouches, and unicorns with unrealistically large muscles and horns.”

“I don’t think it was that unrealistic,“ Fluttershy quietly chimed in. “My friend Bulk looks a lot like this Skull Poo character. Well, without the swords, guns, and dirty language.”

A mention of the past gave Harmony a somewhat distant smile. “Oh, since you were all very supportive of me so far, I thought I’d talk about another very important story of my pa-.”

Lizzybell interjected, “You’re really gonna tell them about all that, Muse?”

“Why, Miss Bell! Surely you’re not afraid of some old ‘war stories’, are you?” A grin slowly forming on Harmony’s muzzle as she spoke.

Lizzybell gave a meaningful smirk as she stood and walked over to the book, nosing it open. Pictures of the Crystal Empire and a familiar Coliseum were seen as well as several impressive figures in various fighting garb. Some of which weren’t even ponies. “Just remember, it isn’t just your story, or even our story.“

“I get it. Luna’s Mane, I get it.” Harmony pulled the book to herself, looking fondly down at it. “Still, crazy to think of everything that went on. I’m sure more’n once everybody here except maybe Flutters is gonna call bullsh..manure on me.”

Fluttershy heard her name and looked up, one eye hidden by her bangs, skittish even among her friends. “What do you mean?”

Harmony met her gaze with a grin. “Well, you were there. We’re talking about the ‘04 Equestria Games, up in the Crystal Empire? I even watched you and the Ponyville aerial relay team get your medals. Good job giving the showboaters from Cloudsdale a run for their bits.”

Fluttershy frowned just a slight as she formulated her reply, “That wasn’t very nice. You know Rainbow Dash’s a Wonderbolt now.” she said, defending her friend.

“You’re not helping your case, Flutters.” Harmony said, throwing up her hooves in surrender as the cream colored Pegasus’s eyes narrowed. Every guardpony with the potential to be in the vicinity of Ponyville was briefed on ‘The Stare’. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Let’s just say the Royal Guard and the Wonderbolts have an interservice rivalry. We both serve Princess and country, we’re both part of the E.U.P., but we each have our own pride to maintain.”

“Which usually meant my having to drag one or two of your plots to the stockade any time one of you had one too many mugs of cider,” Lizzybell’s deadpan reply came quickly, to which Harmony Muse hummphed.

“Wait, wouldn’t it be cheating for a guard to compete in an event? I mean you were obviously going to be kicking someone’s flank, given what you told us before” Joystick’s head popped up from his Gamecolt.

“Yeah, well, if the Wonderbolts can do it. Anyway, it was the Princess’ idea. They thought seeing the guards out and about giving it their all in a friendly competition would help the ponies feel more secure in those watching over them.” Harmony paused for a second. “Officially, I was representing Canterlot, like the Wonderbolts were representing Cloudsdale. Still not sure why every town and city in Equestria got a team, and the other nations only sent a single delegation to represent their whole nation.”

“Oh, I’m sure things would be reversed if the games took place in Zebrica or Saddle Arabia” Joystick said. “Less travel expense, travel time. Far easier to take a few hour train ride, than a few days or even weeks by chariot or ship.”

Lizzybell nodded, “True, true. I guess someone could say it’s a difference in our culture as opposed to LongMa.” Lizzybell paused and shuddered, remembering a nation where Discord worship was the official state faith.

“You should see some of the cartoons I’ve had important from Neighpon,” Joystick giggled. “Though, you may not ever look at a squid quite the same way…”

Harmony Muse shuddered, mentally reminding herself to never go to a cartoon night at Joystick’s house ever again. “Just do everybody a favor, don’t show those to Pinkie Pie. I’d prefer any parties say safe for children.”

Joystick simply laughed out loud. “Yeah, sorry, it’s a bit late for that, buddy. The party mare may not be quite right in the head, but she’d never do anything like -that-. She’s different, but good ponies, just like that derpy mailmare. What was her name again?”

Harmony rolled her eyes. “Anyway. Yes, it was at the ‘04 Equestria games. Ponyville beat out the other towns and even foreign nations for the gold. Canterlot, surprisingly, came back with a very low medal count. Those in the guard that were raised here in Ponyville wouldn’t let the rest of us forget it, let me tell you. I’m sure you remember the situation with the ice and little Spike saved everybody. But yes, that’s where my story takes place. But it isn’t where it begins.”

“It actually begins on the other side of our world of Equus, in the nation of Kowkata.”

Author's Note

Okay folks, you've been asking for it. Here it is, after over a year of resting on my laurels, I'm back in the creative saddle, as it were. The prologue is largely for framing. the rest of the story won't have the old clumsy flashback style I used, but classic third person.

Special thanks go out to Lizzybell for agreeing to work with me on this project, you really are a True, True Friend.

Act 1: Chapter 1: Ashva

Act 1: Chapter 1 – Ashva

The damp heat of the subcontinent clung to every hair and patch of fur on Rosie Air's body while Allnut stood at the helm of the tiny riverboat. Billowing white clouds poured out of the stacks as the Muddy Queen chugged up the wide and twisting river. On either side, thick jungle wood, underbrush, and large ferns crowded the shores where deep roots disappeared into the murky brown waters below. The large lace fan was barely enough to keep herself cool, much less drive the flies away as Rosie desperately tried to make herself comfortable. She didn't know what to expect being in these exotic lands. Maybe a lost tribe of wolves lurked in the underbrush, ready to pounce. Or perhaps she could have a pleasant conversation with a local Dugong as they lazily drifted along with the currents. Trading stories of where they came from, where they were going, and just silly little things in general.

Rosie loved the silly little things. They made every day an adventure. But what Rosie did not expect was the long and agonizing boredom. There was little to do and even less going on. Which made the hot and sticky weather all the more terrible. Hope upon hope, the ruddy colored pony leaned over the railing to see if just maybe one of those fascinating Dugongs would show up. After all she'd never met one, and they must be fascinating conversation!

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” Allnut slurred his words.

“And why ever for not, Captain? Surely you can see as I do that there is little here but boredom and flies.”

“What you can't see are the crocodiles. They like to lie in wait for somepony to lean in. Then without warning...SNAP! They pull you under, never to be seen again.”

The pause and sudden loudness of an otherwise quiet pony at the helm of the boat surprised Rosie. It took her a brief moment to regain her composure. “Preposterous.”

“Oh no? Well look over there near the far shore.” Allnut pointed his chipped hoof towards the other side of the river. “That, if you can see it, isn't a log or exposed bit of muddy stone.”

Squinting her eyes she could just barely make out what Allnut was pointing at. Then she saw it. “Nice day for a swim, right? Would you like to come over for dinner?”

With a wink and a large, toothy smile, the crocodile did in fact seem to be there before slipping below the surface. “Oh. Oh, dear. So, it is true.” Rosie sighed to herself. Maybe that's why there were no Dugong in these waters. She began to imagine all sorts of tragic stories as she sat back to fan herself. 'Those big, nasty, scaly reptiles must have done something rather unpleasant! Or maybe...No.' Rosie shook her head to clear her mind.

“So what's a pretty filly like you doing all the way out here on this rickety tub, anyhow?”

“Hmm?” Rosie was brought out of her own head. “Oh! Well you see, I'm an envoy from Canterlot and I've come to bring an invitation to somepony very important. I'm sure you've heard that there will be a grand competition where ponies from all over the world will gather together in the interest of camaraderie and sport!”

“So you're a messenger pony.” Allnut slurred again.

“Well, it's a bit more than that. Definitely a lot more dignified than a simple messenger pony. The care and nuance required here is quite a bit more than sending a pegasus over with a parcel and register board.” She proudly pats the gold-embroidered satchel at her side. “This is a task of utmost importance!”

“As you say, miss.”

Rosie sighed once more and resumed fanning herself. These moments were all too brief. It'd been nearly a week on this little riverboat, and the journey was expected to last a few days longer. She lamented the fact that the Captain and pilot of this boat weren't more...interesting. He certainly wasn't one for conversation.

The days passed slowly as Rosie tried to find some way to amuse herself. At this point she wished she had brought more than one book to read. By now she'd read through this particular tale of Daring Do three times over. “I wonder if she had to practice such patience on one of her grand adventures,” she said mostly to herself. Fighting tomb robbers, outwitting powerful creatures, making incredible discoveries, and uncovering a hidden past that would otherwise be lost to time. Lost to us all! Did Daring Do have to sit idly by on a little boat with a dull pony who slurred his words while the world slowly passed her by? Oh, to have such grand adventures, travel to foreign lands, and see exotic denizens the around the globe. To be a true Globetrotter would be such an incredible life.

It was at this moment that Rosie noticed that the chugging engine's chug started to slow down. The paddle wheels slowed their turn, and the boat began to drift away from the middle of the river. Looking around curiously, she began to wonder if something had gone amiss.

“We're here, miss.”

“Here? Pray tell, where is here?”

“Your destination.” Allnut reminded her. “Soon as I hitch up to the dock, you can disembark. Just follow the road up the hill and it'll lead you to a mountain-side. Climb the steps to the top and you'll be at the temple.”

Destination? Disembark? That's the first time she ever heard Allnut say something with so many syllables. Actually in the past week and a half, this is possibly the most he's said at one time. “Ah, yes. Of course. Thank you kindly. I'll be sure to let others know what a wonderful host you've been.”

“Don't mention it,” Allnut said as he tipped his head. A gentle bump had Rosie a bit off her footing as the boat came up against the wooden dock. The expert boat hand tossed the mooring line onto a post and secured the vessel. “Enjoy your trip, Miss.”

“Yes, of course. And thank you again.” Rosie took her embroidered satchel, packed her favorite book into her saddle bags, and hopped onto the dock. Looking down the dusty path, she could see the stone steps wind their way up the mountain side. Now that the boat ride was over, her spirits began to lift. With a gleeful smile and a shiver down her back, she happily pranced towards her goal.

_______

The old stone temple looked as impressive as it was ancient. However the exterior didn't look anything like the ruins that are described in the adventure books or the photos taken at restoration sites. There was a pristine facade to the stonework, trees grew in maintained planters,, the walkways were swept clean, and the walls were covered in brightly colored plaster. The clay tiles that adorned the tops were similarly brightly colored. For a place of reverence, there was something surprisingly cheerful and welcoming in the air. There weren't just a single building, but an entire complex with a massive centerpiece. Each outcropped building had its own theme and color to it. One structure had a dark grey color tint where the roof was a bright blue dome that was supported by a number of elephants adorned in armor. Another was a tall, slender building where each alcove showcased a statue of different creatures – wise dragons of the East, Camel traders from Saddle Arabia, Eagles from Clifface, Bovines in their majestic robes - and unexpectedly, a trio of recognizable figures in the form of an Earth Pony, a Pegasus, and a Unicorn.
Moving deeper into the temple complex each building seemed to become a lot more ornate, a lot more grand and colorful. Milling about were the residents attending to their duties. Cleaning the walkways, tending to gardens, feeding the birds, painting portraits, softly playing music, or simply meditating.

And yet the central building continued outshine them all. A massive edifice that had stood there for thousands of years. The sounds of masons chipping away at stone could be heard below the scaffolding of what appeared to be a new addition to the grand temple itself. Leading into the entranceway were impressive and intimidating statues of two griffons, one with it's wings splayed with the other its wings tucked back. Both looking serene in their expressions. As if the wisdom of the ages had been captured in granite.

Inside of the grand hall one could hear the gentle murmur of chanting, it's walls dully lit by candelabras and...electric lights? All is quiet, peaceful, and contemplative. That is until the rapid clack of hoof against stone interrupted the hall as a young pony dressed in a bright blue sash rushed towards the central altar.

“Teacher! Teacher! Teeeaaacheeerrrr!” The young colt cried out as he ran.

Without opening his eyes, the teacher lifted his head to regard the interruption. “Please, do not run inside of the temple. You wouldn't want to lose your footing and slide into the pool again, would you?”

“N-no, of course not, Teacher,“ the colt panted. “I have a message for you! Well a message from a messenger. Er, what I mean is a message of a messenger from another messenger who sent me to deliver this message...”

The elder teacher opened one eye to regard the student and could sense a mix of eagerness and fear in his young pupil.

“Um... That is to say, we have a guest.”

“A guest you say? Well then little one. Show them in. It's been quite a while since we've had a guest!” Craning his neck, and spreading his wings, it was possible to hear the old bones pop and creak. Each joint seemed reluctant to move, but with practice and ease, the teacher stood from place at the center and moved towards the door. His footsteps a curious combination of talons scratching and the clop of hoof as he gingerly plodded across the great hall.

“Oh dear, you're a... You're a...”

“I am Ashva the Hippogriff. Master of this temple, High Elder of the Order of Colors, instructor of many, student to all, and a cupcake fanatic.” The half-eagle, half-horse smiled a big, toothy grin. “And to whom am I addressing?”

“I am SO sorry!” the pony bowed deeply in reverence. “I am Rosie Air, envoy from Canterlot. And I have been sent to personally deliver to you an invitation to this season's Grand Equestria Games.” Rosie tried to maintain her composure as she fumbled with the latches on her satchel. “Please accept...Um, please accept this message Master Ashva of the High Order of...”

The hippogriff sat back on his haunches and raised his clawed feet in a gesture to try to calm his visitor. “Please, just call me Ashva. May I address you as Rosie?”

“Why yes, of course!” Rosie said while finally fishing a scroll out of the gold embroidered satchel and handing it to him. Taking the scroll between two of his talons, Ashva breaks the seal with a third. Before he could unroll it, the scroll slips from his grasp and levitates before him and reveals its message to the old teacher.

Kind and Gentle Master Ashva,

Please consider this an invitation to join us at the Equestria Grand Games this year. We would be greatly honored by your presence as a guest, or if you like, we would even have you as a judge of one of our competitions. It has been far too long since we've had the pleasure of your company and I feel that we have much to relate.

With deepest regards, Celestia and Luna.

“...and Luna? It would seem that a lot has happened, indeed.” Ashva looks up with a warm smile. “Miss Rosie, my answer is yes. I would love to make a trip to your grand games! Tell your event organizers that I shall take my place among those competing in the combat arts tournament.”

“Teacher?” The colt in the blue sash looked up in surprise. “But, but, you... You don't fight!”

“Oh, but I do. When I was a young ruffian not much bigger than yourself, I would get into fights all of the time. That's one of the reasons I came to this temple oh-so-long-ago. The teachers then trained me to harness my energy, focus my anger, and taught me the ways of a warrior.”

“Wow...” The colt was nearly speechless.

“Perhaps some day, if you so chose, you too may join the Warriors' Enclave. But until that time, we have preparations to make.” Ashva turns back to Rosie. “You have my answer.”

“I'll return right away!” Rosie Air cheerfully smiled. “Though I do not doubt that everypony will be quite surprised that you'll be joining us in the games as a competitor!” Rosie takes a few steps back and starts to quickly trot away.

“Please, don't leave just yet.” Ashva raced next to Rosie with unexpected speed, grace and agility. “Why don't you stay for a little while? Come in, have some tea. Or perhaps some apple cider? We also have a variety of fresh fruits and vegetables from our gardens.”

“I would love to. Unfortunately I had chartered a riverboat and it's taken me nearly two weeks to get here. The boat captain is expecting my return. Plus I'm expecting another week’s travel back downstream. Also I have other invitations to deliver, and...”

“Two weeks? My, my, my. Didn't you know that a train stops just outside of the temple complex? It'll take you less than six hours to get back to Kowkatta.”

Rosie's color paled for a moment at the realization that the dreadful trip may not have been as enduring. But the idea of a meal of fresh fruits and veggies was too much to pass up. Turning around she happily looked up at the hippogriff. “Well then. In that case, I'd love some tea.”

Author's Note

This chapter courtesy of Lizzybell. Everybody give her a big hand!

Act 1: Chapter 3: Idube

“Next stop: Adansonia,” the train conductor announced as he moved between the passenger cars. The trip through the dark continent's interior was incredibly pleasant, and surprisingly wasn't dark at all. Wide open grasslands and green hills were contrasted by the rolling sand dunes that could be seen off in the distance. On the horizon stretched a low mountain range which was punctuated by a solitary and massive, snow-capped mountain. The Heart of the Continent as many called it, was the tallest mountain in the region. Below in its shadow stood a number of long dormant and extinct volcanoes. A fascinating tale of the land's violent and fiery primordial past written in stone and bedrock. There was a history here that seemed to span much further back than any other place ponykind had been to so far.

Rosie Air wistfully stared out of the window as the plains slowly rolled by. Dotted here and there were small villages, each one having their own flavor. A community of Bongos in one dusty town. A village full of Baboons kept watch over their territory with a large troop contingent while Gerenuks, Hartebeasts, and Impala all wandered about under the bright sun grazing on the tall grasses. Rosie herself gingerly nibbled on a slice of carrot cake that was brought to her from the dining car as she tried to savor each bite, making the cake last as long as possible.

Time seemed to fly past as the Envoy Pony switched between gazing out towards the passing landscape and to her book. Another exciting expedition of the world's most famous globetrotter and adventurer, Daring Do! Rosie's ears would lay back and flick forward, her tail would swish, and her feet would tamper at each twist and turn in the novel. Of course she knew the ending as she'd read the trilogy several times. This particular novel was the first in the series, Daring Do and Mallard's Fortune. The other two books Daring Do: Between Bandits, and Daring Do: Mallard's Mendacity rested neatly in her saddlebags. After riding the emotional roller coaster of writing, Rosie sat back in her seat with a satisfied sigh. “I hope the fourth book is as good as the series. Bandit's Ending will have to be a masterwork for it to compare to the others to finish off the series.”

Rosie was pulled from her thoughts as the train slowed to a crawl and the conductor made his rounds through the cars calling out, “Now arriving: Adansonia! Now arriving: Adansonia! Please secure your belongings and prepare to detrain!” With a practiced flip, Rosie placed her novel into the saddlebag with her other books and latched the flaps. Slinging them over her back, she grabbed onto the gold embroidered satchel and eagerly awaited her arrival at the station.

The train's wheels squealed to a stop before letting out a billowing hiss of steam. A misty vapor covered the landing platform for a moment hiding the view just before the doors to the passenger cars opened. Stepping out onto the platform, Rosie was greeted by the hustle and bustle of a town that rivaled those of her Equestria home. The excitement of being in someplace new was almost overwhelming and she found herself nearly skipping and prancing along the main boulevard. And while she could have been in the middle of Manehattan or Fillydelphia, there was one key difference that readily became apparent. Not only was the décor quite different, but the ponies themselves seemed exotic! While she was used to the trotting of Earth Ponies, magical meanderings of Unicorns, and the flighty Pegasi, here she was surrounded by graceful Antelope, fleet-footed Gazelle, and while there were few Pegasus around, the ones with their heads in the clouds seemed to be the gentle Giraffe!

“Um... Actually Miss, I'm just really tall.” Smiled one of the aforementioned Giraffe. “As you can see, my feet are still firmly on the ground.”

Rosie turned from her normal ruddy color to a bright red of embarrassment. “Oh dear, I am so sorry! Did I say that out loud?”

The Giraffe lifted his head and let out a deep and raucous laugh. “It's fine, little one! You're obviously new to these lands. Let me be the first to welcome you to Baobab!”

“Why thank you!” Rosie bowed a bit. Before she could prance off, she saw the friendly local stride away. Their long legs carrying them with a natural elegance that she had seen nowhere else. It truly was a sight to behold to her unfamiliar eyes.

The main street was lined with shops selling a variety of goods. It seemed everything could be purchased here from exquisite jewelry, to wooden masks and carved sculptures. Other shops catered the local and regional cuisines. Simple salad shops, street vendors selling oddities on skewers or wrapped in flatbread, high-class restaurants with their high-class clientele, and low-class bars bubbling over with the local rabble. Rosie felt both in awe and at home. Had she the time, she'd definitely come back and try a sampling of the local flavor and culture. Returning here would be a highlight of her life to be sure! Looking up the street, she could see that it curved as it climbed a gentle hill. At the other end of town was the inescapable presence of a giant tree which dominated the skyline. As she drew near, the taller and more magnificent that the tree seemed to become.

Continuing up the road, it was easy to notice that the buildings became more ornate and even grander than the shops and apartments on the lower levels. The shift between the buildings wasn't subtle and was punctuated even more when Rosie Air overheard one of the residents speak out, "Have you been to the cloud district? No, I suppose you haven't." Looking around she saw a poshly dressed Gazelle being dismissive towards another on the street. 'Just like the Manehattan elite...' she thought to herself. 'It's funny seeing the contrast between people who think they are important versus those who truly are.' Shaking her head, she continued on her journey and found herself at the base of the immense Baobab tree. Beyond the tree and at the top of the hill, she could see a vast and dark woodland beyond the grasslands. The town of Adansonia sat on the border of two worlds -- the savanna and the jungle.

Standing on either side of the ornately carved and massive double doors were a pair of very large, very strong, and very mean looking Buffalo. About as imposing and strong as the Bison of Equestria, these Buffalo also look to come from a very powerful and reserved tribe. While they eyed Rosie with some measure of suspicion, they made no move to stop her from entering. Just a glance and a hefty snort. The interior of the giant Baobab tree was equally extravagant. Lit by ornamental chandeliers, the atmosphere and opulence rivaled that of either Canterlot or Crystalline castles! Along the carved pillars stood more Buffalo guards. Each one quietly standing at their post, giving Rosie the same looks of disdain as the previous.

At the end of the Great Hall sat a pile of silken pillows, each adorned with silver and gold tassels. In the middle of the pile was a creature who exuded dominance and commanded respect by his very presence. His tan fur was offset by a very thick and black mane. And yet while this beast was clearly the one in command, something felt off. Rosie's instincts started to kick in as she felt a twinge of fear creep up from her hooves to her forelocks. The lion's ears were laid back, his tail twitched, and he looked as if he were ready to pounce. The expectation of something about to happen sent shivers across her back.

And then it happened.

In an instant, three figures leaped out from the darkness! She didn't even hear nor notice them at first. Their quiet approach were like shadows as they moved from cover and pounced onto their target. Razor sharp claws tore and gruesome fangs bit. The attack was fast and ferocious. One of them grabbed onto the lion's tail, a second went for the head while the third jumped on his back. Rosie stood frozen in place, as if a spell of stone had been cast upon her. So stunned was she that she couldn't even hide her eyes.

The lion let out a mighty and pained roar as the trio of would-be assassins made their move and continued their attack. “Oh, moan of agony!”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh despair!”

“Dad...No.”

“To think that my end would be nigh.”

“Dad, stop.”

“To think I would be deposed by my own heirs!”

“Daaad.. Stop it. You're embarrassing us!”

“Woe betrayal!”

The three lion cubs now sat there unamused at their father's antics. “Are you done yet?”

“Your mother and aunts should be returning from their excursion soon. Have you had your baths yet?”

“We don't wanna bath!” -- “We had one this morning before breakfast...” -- “...and then another one before they left!” The trio protested.

“Well, you can take one now, wait for them to return to bathe you, or I can do it here in front of our guest.”

“Fiiiine...” One of the three sighed. The cubs with ears laid back and tails tucked down toddled off and out of the Great Hall.

Finally giving recognition to her presence, the lion jumped down from his throne and circled Rosie, “Greetings!” He said in a deep and commanding voice. “You have entered the Hall of King Ingonyama.” The King completed his wide circle around Rosie and looked deep into her eyes, “Tell me, my little pony. What brings you to me?”

At that moment, Rosie felt very small. The air was heavy, as if it were about to crash down and erase her from existence. She wished she could be anywhere else. Her tail was tucked between her legs and her ears laid back, her legs felt weak and every part of her felt as it was about to tremble and quake. Every part of her being told her to run. To run away and find a place to hide. Yet there was something else. Something deep inside that pushed her forward. Taking a deep breath she let out, “I AM A ROYAL ENVOY FROM THE REALM OF EQUESTRIA, HERALD OF CANTERLOT, DOMAIN OF PRINCESS CELESTIA AND PRINCESS LUNA!” The volume of her own voice startled her and had taken a brief moment to compose herself. “I have come to bring to you an invitation to the Equestria Grand Games, your Highness.” She finished with an eloquent bow and expertly presented the missive from her satchel. Looking up she found herself nose to nose with the Lion. She could feel his heat from each steaming breath, and while she locked eyes, she wasn't sure how much was from determination, or from fear and an inability to look away. The tremors started to return and she quickly bit her lower lip to keep it from quivering.

The world began to shake as an incredible roar filled the Great Hall. Portraits clattered against the walls, the lighting above began to shimmer and sway, the Guard Bison's hackles stood on end, and Rosie knew that something terrible was about to happen and...

Wait, this wasn't the roar of an angered beast?

Instead what was heard was an incredibly deep and booming laugh. The kind of laughter that comes from the core, one of amusement and joviality. The King's wrinkled brow, narrowed eyes, and menacingly fanged smile quickly evaporated in to that of a benign and passionate ruler. His commanding presence remained, yet Rosie somehow felt all of the tension drain away. She even felt welcomed in that moment. King Ingonyama relieved her of her missive and returned to his place in the pile of luxury that would be his throne. With a single claw, he cleanly removed the seal and watched as the magical glow enveloped the scroll as it unwound for him to read.

His Just and Fair, the Royal Highness King Ingonyama of Adansonia,

Once again the Equestria Grand Games will be taking place. As a friend, I welcome you to join us in the Crystal Empire as it is more than a celebration of sport and competition. This year we celebrate the return of my sister, the restoration of the Crystal Empire from shadowy forces, and many other incredible triumphs of this new era. Please consider joining us for this momentous occasion as an esteemed guest.

With camaraderie and peace eternal,

Princess Celestia and Princess Luna

“Ah yes, Celestia, the Queen of the Night. How wonderful of her to send this to me personally,” Ingonyama smiled to himself.

Rosie was taken aback by this. It was well known that Celestia was the one who made the sun rise and lit away the darkness. It was Luna that brought forth the moon and relived her sister to rest for the night. “Excuse me, your Highness, but, 'Queen of the Night'?”

“When she has the sun rise over her realm, it falls below the horizon and gives us the night at that same moment in this part of the world. Only during the twilight hours do we share both the moon and sun.”

“It made some sort of sense when put that way,” thought Rosie. The simple notion that what happens in one part of the world could affect what happens elsewhere was a concept that hadn't crossed her mind until now.

“I'm afraid that I am far too busy to join your celebration at this time.” The king said softly. “While I sit here at home tending to the cubs and important regal matters, my wife and her sisters spread across the realm each day to ensure that our borders remain secure.” Ingonyama sat up and beckoned Rosie to join him. “You see, there are three tribes who would prey upon the Grazers who live here in relative peace. Without my presence, the Bush Dogs, Jackals, and Hyenas would come into our lands. They would steal ponies away in the night; attack the young, the old, and the weak; and when not fighting among each other, would war against those who are under my protection. It's a matter of pride, after all.”

Rosie could understand the magnitude of the situation to some small degree. She knew of the stories of Timber Wolves that threatened Ponyville from time to time, yet they generally stayed in the Everfree Forest. For King Ingonyama to leave now to have a bit of fun could endanger so many others. “I understand completely, your Highness. I'll relay your message the moment I return to Canterlot.”

“One moment, little pony,” Ingonyama placed his monstrous paw on her withers. “I know of someone that would be an excellent representative of my realm. You'll find him with his team in the Sanctuary Patrol, deep in the Savannah. I'll have my best guide take you to him.”

While she craved the adventurer's life, the train ride out of Adansonia was quite a bit more eventful than Rosie Air would have liked! Everything up to this point seems a bit hazy now, but one thing that she knew for certain was that there was more trouble than she thought was worth the price. Rosie found herself clambering on top of the train cars as she made sure the embroidered satchel was secure on her possession. Inside was an ancient golden relic from a long lost civilization. Something she knew that her pursuers should not have as it's historical and artistic value would be squandered. Either melted down for its precious metals and stones, or sold off on the underground trade to some devious collector. No doubt to be used in some sort of nefarious dealings while in their dirty grasp.

Looking behind her, Rosie's eye narrowed as her ears laid back. Two of the rival treasure hunters had made it to the top of the passenger car while the others chased along the side of the train. The pony closest to her was a rather built ruffian while the group's leader wearing a brown fedora was close behind and hot on their hooves. Huffing, Rosie quickly turned away towards the rear of the train in an attempt to escape capture. With all of the commotion, a pair of curious Giraffe popped their heads out of the top of their train car to see what was happening.

“Look, dear. It seems this little pony has her head in the clouds.”

“Now, now. Don't be so aloof. She's obviously in distress!”

“Um, pardon me...” Rosie meekly said as she pushed past the two on-lookers and steadied herself for a jump to the next car on the rumbling train ride.

“Well, at least she's polite, dear.”

“Yes, but if she had her feet on the ground, then she wouldn't be here in the first place. Don't you think?”

Jumping down, Rosie rolled across some of the tarp covered crates on the flatbed car with the two treasure hunters close behind. She caught a glimpse of the larger ruffian and struggled to maintain her balance as the train jostled her from to and fore. The brute and the fedora-wearing treasure hunter were too close now! So close that she could feel their determined and angry breath hot on her flanks. Hopping over the connectors between cars, she quickly ducked into the next car and latched the lock on the door behind her. Turning around she gasped in fear and surprise as a familiar toothy grin met her gaze.

“Nice day for a swim, right?” The crocodile lay low in the tank of water. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Maybe later,” Rosie's tail was firmly tucked between her legs as she edged her way around the water tank. At that moment, the two treasure hunters had broken the latch on the door and burst into the cabin. A quick leap and Rosie was in danger of being captured! She fell to the floor of the train car but the ruffian's grasp was unsure. A quick kick of her hind legs shocked the goon just long enough for her to scramble away. Unfortunately, a tumble and roll hand landed her right into a crate full of vipers! Covered in a writhing mass of reptiles, Rosie Air let out an ear piercing squeal and scrambled out of the crate in a near blind panic.

Diving out of the rear of the car, she wedged a loose plank of wood against the door in an attempt to bar her would-be captors inside. Feeling a strange wriggling under her saddlebags, Rosie disgustedly pulled a squirming snake from it's unfortunate hiding place and tossed it aside. However she was unable to breath a simple sigh of relief as one of the treasure hunter gang had immediately caught up with her from above. This pony, wearing a gray striped cap and charcoal gray, dusty shirt had leaped down from the reptile car and crashed into her. With a grunt and a shove, Rosie pushed her assailant away and scrambled over another flatbed car and it's hill of cargo. As she climbed on top of the next car to the rear of the train, the Gray Cap hooked one of her legs and caused her to stumble. This tumble so disturbed the passengers inside that Rosie could hear the grumbling of the Water Buffalo below.

As she desperately tried to regain her footing, Grey Cap tackled Rosie and grabbed onto the gold-embroidered satchel that she guarded so furiously. As the two struggled, the clomping and tromping so enraged the Water Buffalo that their horns repeatedly pierced the roof of the train car. One of the horned guards had gotten close enough to pierce the wooden structure in a rather uncomfortable area between Rosie and her opponent. Meanwhile, this distraction gave the other two treasure hunters enough time to fight against the barred door. With both of them turning their backs to the door, they bucked and with a loud, crashing bang, shattered the door and rushed outside. Rosie used that moment to roll away from Gray Cap and knocked him on the flatbed below. Unfortunately for her the single goon now became three as the larger ruffian had climbed atop the train car with Gray Cap and Fedora close behind. Turning to make her escape, she rushed across the car as the water buffalo continued to thrust their horns through roof, each piercing blow mere inches away from their unseen targets.

Leaping from one car to the next, Rosie had lost her balance and tumbled over on her back. Her eyes wide with fear of falling off, she desperately tried to scramble to her feet. This unsteady moment on her part was just enough for the others to catch up and she suddenly found herself nose to nose with the leader of the Treasure Hunter Gang.

“Come on, little filly. There's no way out of this! Return the relic!”

Rosie fruitlessly kicked and backed away, “It isn't yours!”

“You got heart, kid. But that treasure belongs to me.”

“It belongs in a museum!” Rosie glared defiantly.

“Just give it here, you little scamp!” Gray Cap quickly grabbed the embroidered satchel with his teeth. At that moment, a viper slithered its way out of one of Rosie's saddle bags and coiled around his face. Yelping in surprised terror, he let go of the satchel sending Rosie backward and crashing through an open skylight.

She found herself enveloped in darkness. The shaft of sunlight blinded her of the rest of the train car, yet her instincts kicked in warning her of an even greater danger. She felt more fear in this moment than she had from being chased a few seconds ago. All of her senses seemed to tingle at once. She could hear the soft padding sound of feet as they paced, the scratch of claws on the wooden floor with each step. A low, rumbling growl of a vicious predator, and through the darkness a glowing pair of menacing eyes stared back at her.

“You should not be here,” growled a deep and familiar voice.

“King Ingonyama?” Rosie squeaked. “I'm sorry, but I must bring this relic back with me. It is of utmost historical value! You must understand that!”

“That trinket?” Ingonyama paced around before moving into the shaft of light. His bared and fanged smile came nose to nose with Rosie. “No. I care little for that decoration.” The great Lion fell back into the darkness and once again all that was visible were his glowing eyes. Instead of disappearing with the rest of him, they were transfixed on the adventure pony. A hunter had found his prey. She sensed that the King was crouched down and ready to pounce. “You shouldn't be here,” the King repeated. She could no longer bare the tension as her entire body quivered from fear. “Now is the time for you...TO AWAKEN!” The Lion's snarling, scar-marked visage rushed into the light and at that moment, everything disappeared in a flash.

“EEEEEEE!!!” Rosie cried out in a blood chilling scream! Her eyes burned against the piercing daylight and every muscle in her body tensed up. A loud 'thump' could be heard as she struggled to escape. Looking around she was visibly frightened and confused as she was no longer in the dark and dusty train car. Somehow she had appeared inside of a carriage as a pair of Gazelle across from her looked on in concern.

“I'm sorry to have startled you,” the carriage driver tried to say sweetly. “But it is time for you to awaken, Miss Rosie. Also, you've dropped your book.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, Rosie tried to regain her composure. Had it really been just a dream? Taking a deep breath in case the golden relic had cast some sort of curse upon her, or worse yet, that the jovial King Ingonyama really did do something horrifically unthinkable, Rosie slowly opened her eyes to face reality. Looking down she recognized the tome that fell onto the floor as one of the 'Adventures of Young Daring Do' that lay unceremoniously awkward with its pages twisted and folded beneath its splayed cover. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, she could feel her face burn hot from embarrassment as she began to gather her belongings.

“So we've reached Sanctuary, then?” Rosie tried to refocus her thoughts away from the dream.

“Yes, Miss!” The driver smiled a big, toothy grin and stepped away from the carriage door. The twin Gazelle leaped from the car and bounced away into the savanna. “This is the mail stop. If you follow the path from here, it'll take you straight to the Elephant Village. You cannot miss it. There you'll meet with the Zebra who are patrolling the area.”

“Thank you kindly.” Securing her belongings, Rosie climbed down the carriage steps and out onto the dusty grassland road. Taking a moment to regain her bearings, it wasn't difficult to spot the well trodden path that lead to a giant white tree in the distance.

The hot and dusty dry air burned her nose as she took in a deep breath. The scent of dry grasses and the dirt road added to the local environment. It was amazing the contrast that this place had when compared to the river jungle of the Subcontinent. Rosie could barely see over the tall grasses and scrub brush that lined either side of the road. Trotting happily along the well worn path she could see a few stark white trees in the distance. Their boughs capped with bright green leaves, they seemed like guardians of the savanna. In the distance she could hear the braying calls of some of the local ponykind. They had a tone that was similar to the donkeys of Equestria, but somehow also very quite different. And yet even though the voices seemed exotic, there was also something very familiar. Something strange and mystical.

“They sound like...Zecora? These must be the Zebra that King Ingonyama had sent me to find!”

“Indeed they are.”

“Eep!” Rosie wheeled around in surprise and came muzzle to muzzle with a tall and brilliantly striped individual. “Oh, dear. Hello!”

“Good day, my lady! I apologize for the delay, so what did the King have to say?”

“I am Rosie Air, and who might you be?”

Taking a quick bow, the Zebra smiled, “I am Idube. It is quite nice to meet you.”

“Ee-dewb?” Rosie said quizzically. The name was as foreign to her as her present company.

“Close enough!” Idube said with a laugh.

“No, please. I must get it right. It is your name after all.”

The Zebra shrugged for a moment. “What's in a name? For if a Rose were to go by any other name, would she not be as sweet?”

“I, um...” Rosie felt a bit flushed. “Names are important. I think they are as important to our sense of self as is our cutie marks!”

“That kind of reasoning I cannot deny. If you feel you must, then please, continue to try!”

Rosie and Idube continued to trot along the dusty road as she persisted in practicing a single name, each attempt a slight variation on the last until the two agreed that it was just so. While Idube seemed easy going, he listened carefully. Not only to her but to the area around them. While one ear was angled towards Rosie, the other seemed to twitch and twist around at the same time. It didn't take long until the duo had reached a small encampment in the middle of the grasslands. A set of wooden cabins sat in the shade of a majestic and stark white tree. It's bark was smooth and the younger wood branches that grew from the trunk were an off-white shade. Like the bright color of someone's smile or a big, toothy grin. As if the tree itself seemed to radiate happiness.

“It's beautiful...” Rosie said as she gazed up in awe.

“That's Ivory. We're here to protect the trees while the Elephants are on their travels. Without the ivory, there would be no Elephants. Without the Elephants, there would be no ivory. There is a bond between they and this wood. Too many others would cut it down if they could.”

“Why ever for?” Rosie looked up towards Idube. That's when she noticed that five other Zebra had come around and were milling about, each curious with their new guest.

“Carvings, mostly,“ Idube replied. “The shapes captured in wood can bring some much joy. Just as a child would find in this toy!” Rosie inspected the carving that was presented to her. The fine details were intrinsic and incredible. She half expected the ornately carved pony to whinny and prance away.

“Wait, is that...Me?” Rosie's eyes widened in surprise. The tell-tale markings were becoming that more apparent the more she inspected it. The subtle shades of the wood matched her own coloring, and the wood grain itself seemed to form her own cutie mark. There was a brightness and wonder to the toy that seemed to mimic her own. It was like a tiny mirror reflection carved in ivory.

“Many others seek the ivory for its medicine. It is believed that ivory can cure and heal. However this is a gift that must not be taken. For if the trees were to be destroyed, then the land itself would be shaken!” Idube placed the carving between Rosie's hooves and had taken a step back.

“I can see that your duties here are quite important. Oh! Speaking of duties, the reason I'm here.” Rosie pulled out a scroll from her embroidered satchel. “King Ingonyama sent me here to find a representative for the Equestria Grand games! Since the King and the Pride are too busy with their duties here, he has decreed that one of you shall be a representative of Adansonia in his place.”

The Zebra looked at each other for a moment then huddled together. Rosie could barely hear what they were discussing as the herd spoke among themselves. After a moment, they turned back to her. “What sort of games will there be?”

“Well, there are several different types of events. There are different track and field games like a Four-by-Four relay, the long distance Marathon run, the one-hundred meter sprint, the four-hundred meter race, hurdle jumping, individual and team jumping, archery, running archery, javelin throw, hammer throw..” Rosie continued to list off several of the game's scheduled events.

Each of the Zebra seemed to perk up with the mention of one or another sport. With each event, they seemed to become even more excited. “We shall come!” Idube shouted excitedly. “In a weeks time the Matriarch and her sisters shall come for their rest. We shall then come to try this test. For me I think the combat games would be best!”

Rosie was taken aback by this declaration. “Wait, all of you...?”

“Of course, Miss Air.” One of Idube's companions stated frankly. “We are a team after all. For all of us to go would only be fair.”

“Well then, I suppose that's fine. I mean, there are the open trials to see if each of you can qualify for the events. King Igonyama was asked to join the games as a spectator. So naturally I assumed that you would wish to watch the games as well.”

“Watching is fine,” another of the other Zebra spoke up, “but participation is better.”

Rosie smiled and gave a formal curtsy. “Then I shall return home post-haste and tell the Princesses of your acceptance!” Though her mood seemed to change a bit when a howl could be heard in the distance. “Or perhaps after the sun rises tomorrow morning? It's the twilight hour and I fear it may be too dark when nightfall comes.” The Zebra looked at each other for a moment. Sensing a bit of hesitation, Rosie dug into one of her saddlebags and pulled out a number of take-out boxes. “I, um... I brought food from several restaurants in Adansonia. I suppose that could share?”

Idube smiled brightly and guided Rosie towards the common bunk. “You may stay in one of our huts for the night. I believe my friends here would think this to be alright!”

Author's Note

Yes, we're back in business.

This chapter written by Lizzybell.

Act 1: Chapter 2: Andor von Griffonstone

To the untrained eye the hamlet of Griffonstone would seem to be nothing more than a failing town in the depths of squalor. Between the boarded up businesses and Griffons on the street corners all but begging for a few spare bits, it would be hard to fathom anything good ever came of the place. Rosie Air, however, could see the glint of gold behind filth. The fine craftsmanship of the cobblestone street under her hooves left to crack and crumble. She could see pain in the eyes of beggars as she passed, stopping only to drop a few spare bits into their cups. ‘Their spirits are broken. What could do this to a race of predators?’ She shook her head and continued on her path.

Soon enough, the messenger mare found herself looking up at one of the few buildings in any decent state of repair. True, the residence of Uberburgomeister Andor von Griffonstone still showed fading paint and other signs of wear. Rosie could see that the building itself was kept scrupulously clean and swept. She had little time to ponder the dichotomy of it before she was intercepted at the door.

“What business does a pony have in Griffonstone?” said the humorless griffon blocking her path -- looking down at her disdainfully. From his look and dress, he had to be a butler of some sort. ‘Yet another anomaly.’

Rosie found herself backing up a pace as she reached into her saddlebags, producing a scroll bearing Princess Celestia’s royal seal. “I have a letter for one Andor von Griffonstone, an invitation from Canterlot.”

The butler scratched his chin, less than subtly eyeing the seal. Sure enough, it passed muster. “Well, the Uberburgomeister is a -very- busy individual, Miss?”

“Rosie Air,” she said, her spirits sagging.

“I see, Miss Air. I’m sorry to say, but I won’t be able to help you as I can’t verify what you’re saying. I’m sure the Uberburgermeister would be happy to see you in… about a month?” The griffon held his talon out and cupped it in front of her, and made an obvious glance at her saddlebags and back to his own palm.

‘A bribe? Seriously? At least I can put it down as travel expense.’ Rosie grumbled darkly to herself as she pulled a 100-bit piece out and placed it in the griffon’s palm.

The Griffon guarding the door tried to hide his look of surprise. It had been ages since he’d seen this much coin. To think this simple pony was so easily swindled led him to think of other ways to get money out of her. But that would have to wait. “What do you know?” He said smugly, “It looks like I can fit you in. This way, please.” The butler made a mocking bow and held the large double door open for Rosie.

The first thing she noticed when she walked inside was the same feeling of faded glory. Portraits and family photographs lined the walls. Many pictures of impressive looking griffons with medals on their chests and paintings of battle scenes met her as she followed. One thing she didn’t notice were any others waiting like she had been. Or indeed any sign of anybody else in the building at all save for a faint sound of music coming from the large door at the end of the hallway.

The pair stopped at the door with the Butler knocking, “A visitor for you, sir. Miss Rosie Air, a messenger from Equestria.” He waited, only opening the door on hearing commanding voice say, “Let them in.” Rosie was filled with trepidation as she walked through the door. As before, she could see the walls were covered with personal effects. This time however, they seemed to be various medals, weapons, and documents that were obviously degrees or honors of some sort. She knew this despite her ignorance of the Griffon language, as similar hung on her own wall from when she graduated Canterlot University.

Most striking however, was that behind the large mahogany desk stood an even larger griffon who was facing away from her. He cut a statuesque and dignified figure the way he was peering out a large window in the back wall. He had greying feathers and his plumage must have been a striking black in his prime, which she could see he was some years past. Without turning to face her, he unfolded one of his powerful wings and motioned toward an empty chair. A finely crafted wooden seat which seemed perfectly designed for pony kind. “Please, sit.”

“T-thank you, sir.” Rosie said, doing her best not to sound like a mouse trapped in the lair of an eagle as she took her seat. The Griffon in front of her maintained his quiet vigil on the town, not turning to face her. “Excuse me, but I came from Canterlot. The Royal Princesses...”

Something about the word ‘Princesses’ gave him pause, and he turned to inspect Rosie. His face was covered in several scars which somehow only enhanced his image of dignified strength. One of his eyes was covered in an eyepatch, but the other held a fire and intensity Rosie had previously seen in only the most seasoned of the Guard, or in the Wonderbolts themselves. “Princesses, you say? When last my talons felt Canterlot marble, Celestia Sol Invicta ruled alone. Just who are you??”

Fighting down a blush, ‘Down, girl! He’s not even your own species! Though, Ashva was proof that Griffons and.. No. Just...no.' Rosie shook her head and looked to meet him in the eye. “I’m Royal Envoy to the Princesses Celestia and Luna,” she replied, laying the invitation on the desk in front of her.

“Princess Luna? So the rumors are true then? Celestia’s fabled sister has returned, and the two share the throne? There are those of us Griffons who would see that as a sign of weakness.” He said, silently adding 'Those who have never met the mare face to face, at least.’ “But excuse me, where are my manners. I am Andor von Griffonstone, Uberburgomeister of this humbled city,” he continued with a slight bow.

Rosie nodded her head in return. “A pleasure. One moment, please. Uberburgomaster? What is that?”

“I see your confusion. It’s a traditional title amongst Griffons for one who leads a city, much like your Mayors, but with a more martial overtone. I suppose a rough translation would be.. ‘Lord Mayor’?” Andor replied, showing none of the pride in such a position that Rosie would have expected.

“So, I see. Thank you. I thought Griffons were ruled by a king, at least that’s what I was briefed on before I left. That I was expecting to meet a king..?” Rosie said in confusion.

Andor gave a bitter laugh, and spoke with practiced patience. “Poor Celestia. A mare among mares, true, but as woefully ignorant of Griffonian affairs as we Griffons are of Equestrian politics. Though no fault of hers, I guess,” he paused, collecting himself. “Griffonstone hasn’t had a ‘king’ in over 50 years, with the passing of King Guto the Foolish. May his ancestors never give him rest…”

Rosie could hear the venom in his powerful voice. “Let me try to clarify some things for you, Miss Air. While, to anybody unfamiliar with Griffon politics, Griffonstone would appear to be a city-state in and of itself. The truth is a bit more complicated. True, every city of the Democratic Republic of Griffonia is nominally independent and handled its own affairs, with the most ambitious naming their rulers “King”. In truth all leaders in turn bend their knee to the capital city of Adlerstadt. But this isn’t what you are here for, is it? Come, let me read what the Grand Lady had to say, hmm?”

Andor picked up the royal missive. Having had experience with Celestia’s correspondence, he lays it flat in his palm while carefully breaking the seal. As he expected, it unrolled itself and levitated up to where he could read it. Several emotions warred on his face as he read aloud.

To my old friend, Sir Andor von Griffonstone,

It has been many years since we last shared words, Andor. I do sincerely apologize. The return of my sister after many years has occupied much of my thoughts in the last few years. Nevertheless, it would be my sincerest pleasure if you did us the honor of joining us in the Crystal Empire for the upcoming Equestria Games. It would be lovely for us to reminisce upon old times, and I would be most pleased to introduce you to my dear sister. We’re even bringing back the old Unarmed Combat competition! As I understand it, I’m sure it would pique your interests.

Your friend, Princess Celestia Sol Invicta

P.s. Do remember how I feel about formal titles, ‘Der Schwarzritter’

“She doesn’t know, does she?” Andor said to himself in a pained voice. “Miss Air, what did your Princess tell you to expect of me?”

“Andor, sir,” she paused trying to collect herself. “She said you were formidable, both of body and of spirit. She said to treat you like I would a captain of her own Royal Guard.” Rosie relaxed a bit as she saw a faint smile cross Andor’s beak.

“Yes. Yes, that does sound like her,” he said, pausing to look Rosie in the eyes. “I owe you an explanation, I believe. You probably wonder how someone that your Princess heaped that much praise upon is stuck here -- forgotten and old amongst hovels and squalor? Griffonstone wasn’t always like this. I…” The old fighter stressed his own part. “*I* wasn’t always like this.

“I saw how you were accosted on the street by beggars. I know that even my butler got his bits from you. I know that, among ponies, Griffons are legendary for our love of gold and wealth. But this is, this is something different entirely.” Andor shook his head as he began to pace, always keeping Rosie in his field of view. For a brief moment he seemed to stare intently at a small toy on the mantle. It was a figurine of a Griffon soldier in full battle gear that seemed worn with age.

“You see, when I was a chick, back in the reign of King Guto, 14th Sovereign of Griffonstone, we were the pride of Griffonia. Our mines produced the finest jewels and purest gold. Our scones were famous across the Republic and our smiths and crafts were in demand from here all the way to Neighpon. All of it thanks to the Idol of Boreas.

“Our first King, the first to EARN that title, was Grover the Gilt. He came into its possession after a long and bloody campaign against cultists who saw the Windigo as gods. If you’d believe it. All of those centuries that it sat in our town square, we met unrivaled prosperity. It was such that the High King of Adlerstadt had no choice but to accept Grover naming himself a King in his own right.

“All was well, until the Reign of Guto the Foolish. For so long as we produced the finest goods and the best soldiers, we were the pride of Griffonia. Were. But during Guto’s time Arimaspi, a creature of terrible power, attacked our town. I was but a young recruit at the time. Young and foolish to be the first to try and fight the creature off. I got this...” Andor stops to tap a talon against his eyepatch, “...for my troubles.”

Andor turned to face Rosie once again. “This signaled the downfall of Griffonstone.” Rosie sat, enraptured by the tale of woe. She had seen tragedies at the Royal Canterlot Opera, but this was another thing entirely. No story out of myth, this happened to real living Po-Griffons.

“Sure, we still had our pride. But with the loss of the Idol our mines went dry, as our fields went barren. Our smiths, deprived of the quality metals they were used to, found their products lacking. It was like a curse fell on our city with Griffon scamming Griffon for enough money to feed their chicks…” Andor’s voice wavered but he forced himself to continue.

“Were this Equestria, you’d think we could just plead to the Crown for assistance, and that’s exactly what we did. This was a mistake. Word came from Adlerstadt ‘A Griffon who seeks another Griffon’s gold is no Griffon. You have a king, look to -him- with your troubles.’ That was a laugh. You see, not long after the messenger delivered the bad news, Guto the Foolish had disappeared with the entire contents of the Treasury. Ever since that day, Griffonstone has been a blot on Griffon society! A bloody joke!”

“I’m.. very sorry to hear it, Sir Andor,” Rosie said, her heart welled up with sympathy for Griffonstone’s plight. “You didn’t owe me anything. It was quite generous of you to tell me.” She loved stories, and having conversations even more. However this one time she felt the weight of Andor’s tale press upon her as none had before.

“Ah, yes. The games,” Andor said, collecting himself. “Princess Celestia would have Der Schwarzritter attend. Sorry, that is ‘the Black Knight’ in Equish. Celestia always had a way to make one feel better about themselves, even after all this time. Today is the first day I’ve gone by that title in, maybe 10 years.” He stopped, but Rosie looked much like a Griffon ready to pounce the way she was perched on the edge of her seat. Andor felt the need to continue.

“Very well then. While Griffonia may have turned their backs on us as a whole, somehow I was seen as a hero. The brave warrior charging an enemy when he knew he couldn’t win? This is the sort of thing great operas are written about here. They put medals on my chest and inducted me into the military proper. There I served with distinction for decades.”

“Make no mistake, Miss Air. These talons have killed,” he said, lifting a claw for her inspection. “I was respected once. A great warrior. The High King himself knighted me after we put a final end to a hive of shapeshifters. They were like you ponies, but covered in an insect’s shell.” Andor noted to himself a look of recognition on the young mare’s face. ‘The shifters are known to her. Interesting…’ “But warriors, like all things, save your Princess, fade in time. Every passing year, I got a little older, a little slower. So they ultimately gave me a an ambassadorial position to your Canterlot. As much to get my greying hide out of their sight as anything I suppose. And after that was done, and I looked forward to a peaceful retirement. I found myself cast from the service. Much like fair Griffonstone herself, I ceased to be of any use.“

Andor turned to stare out the window, his face unreadable. “Is this what has become of us? Everything we have done, and we are reduced to this. Griffons begging on the street! Chicks growing up ignorant of the old ways, learning nothing of their heritage! Our pride and spirit forgotten in the name of getting every spare bit we can lay our talons on. I wouldn’t have this,” Andor paused. “I would have my town hold their heads high, I would have them not be ashamed of what they’ve become. I would have our people be industrious again. I would hear them singing “Das Lied der Griffonia” in the streets, as in the old days.”

Rosie found herself misty eyed as Andor spoke. “So, should I advise the princess you will be attending..?”

Andor stared at her, silent for a long time, “Just so, but tell her I will not join her in the royal box. I think I shall compete. She did say there was an unarmed combat tournament after all.” Rosie stood up to protest but Andor waved off her protests. “You think a Griffon of my age would come to grave harm at the talons and hooves of younger, faster fighters? You’d quite likely be right, but, it wouldn’t be the first time I stood no chance against an enemy.”

Andor nodded again, determined like he hadn’t been in years. “Yes, indeed, one last battle. For honor and glory, and who knows, maybe the young will watch and remember what we once were -- and could be again.” Andor smiled at her. “Go back to your Princess. Tell her that the Black Knight will spread his wings once more.”

Author's Note

Hoo-wee, lot of world building in this chapter.

Now, I knowsome people are going to point out some inconsistencies, like how I wrote griffonstone as a part of a larger griffon nation rather than the kingdom itself. There's a reason for this. See, when I watched The Lost Treasure of Griffonstone, it looked to me that Griffonstone itself was a small ramshackle town. Given how many griffons have shown up in Equestria proper, that didn't sit quite right with me, so I came up with a way for Griffonstone to have a king, yet be part of a larger civilization.

I also used a lot of German in this,and many will think I'm unfairly comparing the Griffons to magical nazis. Nothing could be further from the truth. I use German for their language and place names because Gilda, Greta, and Gustav le Grand all had German names (though Gustav had a french suffix...) While I do portray my vision of Griffonia as a militarist state, they're not meant to be villains.

The character of Rosie Air was the creation of Lizzybell, based on Katherine Hepburn's character from 'The African Queen'. She -was- originally meant to be a one off, but I liked what Lizzybell did with her so much I decided to have her be a recurring character, so expect to see more of her in the future