We stared at the family of batponies in front of us, one mother and two daughters. Sister had given us a letter of great news she has, but also an agreement she made with the Hunter so that he can help us with the war. Five conditions that Celestia has agreed on with the Hunter, she agreed with it without me being by her side to know about these conditions. She wrote down all five that she agreed on, however, we don’t agree with the two conditions she agreed upon to do for the Hunter. One of them is being with the batponies, bringing these innocent ponies that don’t know where they are going other than knowing that the Hunter had given them a letter in Celestia’s scroll. The mother had read this before we departed to Auria’s Gale, we never had the chance to read that letter to see what the Hunter had to say to this particular batpony when I told her that there was a letter for her. She never told me what it said other than have a smile on her lips, but in a short amount of time, her smile soon turned to a frown as she folded the letter and tucked it away underneath her wing.

Twilight, the other element of Harmony, and Sketch Note were aboard the Royal Shining Star. We planned on traveling to the Griffon Empire’s capital, but after receiving Celestia scroll our course has changed. Twilight hadn’t been herself after the nightmare she had. No pony knows what happened in her dreams, even I do not know what her nightmare was. Whatever force was behind the cause of the nightmare we can say that it has the ability to keep us out of her dreams. She only told us that we must see the Hunter after her small panic attack. We do not know the reason why she wanted everypony in the tree house to go, but she is a smart pony and our sister’s student. Nopony questioned her neither did we.

In around four hours we would reach our destination and from there in Auria’s Gale we would take a wagon to Griff Glade, we couldn’t understand the reasons why the Hunter decided to live near Griff Glade as it’s mostly surrounded by a forest that has dangerous creatures living in them. A creature like him can never be understood by anypony. He’s a hero to some of our subjects, but he’s also a killer. We don’t know what they see in him and how his action is justice, he’s just another type of bounty hunter that hunts down his bounties and returns them for money he’s not a hero at all just a creature for hire.

I looked down at the scroll again my magic. Reading the scroll again silently to myself I started to wonder why he wanted these conditions.

Dear sister,

I have wonderful news that would change the war in the north in our favor, the Hunter has agreed to help with us after I had a word with him. However, he’ll only help under five conditions that sounds doesn’t sound much of a demand from him. There is something I need to tell you, Lulu, the Hunter isn’t alone with him is a dragoness and a canine companion. The dragoness does not like ponies from how she stares at the Dawnguards and me, her attitude towards us is disrespectful. The canine doesn’t care about anything other than the Hunter, it doesn’t speak like a diamond dog does or communicate in any way, however, I’ve have seen it staring up at the Hunter waiting for a command from him. You must be careful sister when meeting this dragoness though. The only possible way that the Hunter agreed to assist us in this war is to take care of the dragoness while he is gone. Be warned sister the dragoness is in heat I don’t know when her heat started but what I do know is that the Hunter doesn’t know she’s in heat and believes she’s terribly ill with a deadly fever. I know Lulu that it may be questionable to ask me how I managed to convince the Hunter even though the dragoness is only in heat, but I managed to do so and fortune has favored us.

The Hunter lives in Griff Glade in the forest. Go to Auria’s Gale and take a chariot to Griff Glade, ask the mayor of Griff Glade to have one of his hunters to guide you through the forest. It is better to ask his help than go in the forest without a guide. And please do not make any of the griffons feel uncomfortable with your presences, meaning no large group of Lunar guards by your side. I need you to bring a maid from the castle as well, the dragoness would most likely not care for dirty dishes or cleaning up her room after her heat.

I know you’ve been wondering what are the five conditions are. The conditions he has are simple to achieve and not as much risk as I thought they were when he had told me he had five conditions. Sister please help me with these conditions, if he comes back to see all five are not done then we would have a problem with the Hunter himself.

One, I request for you to leave me alone after I help you with your war, I do not want any of your ponies searching for me even if I have a price on my head.

Two, there’s a batpony family living in Shoe Horse Port. I want that finally to have a private escort to here where I live, I know that Cynder trusts them more than your ponies.

Three, if I bring something back that is worth valuable or seems dangerous do not try to take it away from me, what I bring back is something that belongs to me not you.

Four, I want your sister to avoid Cynder’s, Wyndbain’s, and my dreams. If I see her then expect to see your sister emotionally scared for the rest of her life.

Five, I want a crate full of silver bricks. Don’t ask questions why.

We are still questioning why sister has written us a scroll that doesn’t describe much of the dragoness and the canine companion, she normally tells more about the creatures she met and describes more of their appearance. Seeing how she hadn’t written much more down than a few paragraphs we were starting to think that she didn’t know much of what the Hunter looked like. She didn’t write down more on what the dragoness looks like or why she dislikes our subjects, and why the Hunter thinks that a family of batpony wouldn’t bother the dragoness? How do we know if they would be safe with her?

Looking over the safe railings I watched as we fly over the sea, the reflection of our moon showed us the mare on the moon that marking when we were banished to the moon when we lost control of our body. We cannot do anything to remove that mark on the moon it is a reminder of what we have done in the past that we wish we could change.

As we stared at the reflection we suddenly hear movement behind us, causing us to turn around to see who was there. At first, we didn’t see nopony but when we looked down we saw a little bat filly leaning to the right. We don’t know why she was leaning to the right. After a few seconds, the filly looked up at us and surprised us with a question.

“Princess Luna is your rump really that big?” Why would a filly young as her ask that? Trying to find the right words to answer that we looked around to see if the filly’s mother was around, but sadly she wasn’t. We looked down at the filly and tried to ask her a question to push aside hers.

“Why would you ask such a question like that?” We managed to ask her the question without stuttering or sounding embarrassed. The filly tilted her head as she stared up at me.

“Well Mama and Cazador were talking about you yesterday and he mentioned that you had a big rump, and having a big rump wouldn’t let you be able to squeeze through places where other ponies with small rumps can squeeze through.” Cazador? Was that the name of a pony or another creature because how the Hunter never been seen by anypony else except for the ones that were in Ponyville to see the Town Hall burned down. Whoever this creature was he must not like a big plot, but having a bigger plot than our sister’s is something we want to brag about!

“Little one maybe it’s best not to ever have a question about rumps until your old enough to understand.” Who would have ever thought that the first conversation we have with one of the foals was about my plot being big, and the worst part was that she had heard her mother and this Cazador talking about my rump? The filly nods her head as she walks away from us, giving us some time to ourselves.

When the filly went down the stairs I turned around and began to think of what made our sister lie to the Hunter. He may be the chance to help turn the tides of this war in the north, but the question I have is how does he not know that the dragoness was in heat? Didn’t he see the signs that show she’s in heat? It doesn’t matter now other than the fact that sister had lied to the Hunter and made him go to war to help fight in the north. Lies can hurt a pony or could even manipulate them into doing the wrong thing, we know for sure that lying will lead to disaster. If the Hunter learns soon that the dragoness was only in heat then he would abandon the war and return back to where he lives.

We sighed at the thought of hundreds of soldiers in the north dying just by a single lie that sister made. Then a thought came to mind something I should have thought before how did sister know where he lived, she was going to the Griffin Empire’s capital then she sends a letter that the Hunter lives in the forest of Griff Glade. Did the King tell her where he was at, it had only been two days after we had captured the Hunter and lost him and sister departed a day ago. How did sister find the Hunter?

Deep in thought, we didn’t hear anypony walk up behind us. When we felt somepony tapped our leg bringing us out of our thought.

“Princess Luna?” We looked to our side to see the mother of the foal that asked me that...questions she didn’t know of.

“Yes, miss Shade?”

“Shade is fine my Princess.” Shade lowers her head bowing down showing her respect to me before lifting her head up. “May I ask you of my husband, he joined the Lunar Guards years ago before both of our foals were born. However, he told me that he would be gone for a while he doesn’t know how long only told me he would be fighting, but I haven’t heard from him since the day after the Hunter made his name clear to Equestria.”

“Oh, what is his name, Shade?”

“Stellar Dust” Our eyes went wide as we remember seeing that name in a scroll of soldiers that went to the north. We weren’t sure if Shade’s husband alright had we haven’t heard much of a report from the north other than one outpost has fallen from a messenger. It has been weeks since we had heard any more after that report. We can’t say for sure if Shade’s husband is still alive, but what we can say is that there’s a chance that he was still alive. Looking down at the mare we began to think up of what to say, something that wouldn’t hurt her.

“Shade,” We said starting out with her name, “you’re husband is fine from the last report we have gotten, he is still alive and you do not have to worry.”

No, she does have to worry. She has to worry about her loved one safety and hope that he may still be alive. We were lying to her, but we were not lying just to make her believe it. We lied to her so that she can hope he’s still lives.

We turned away from the mare and headed to our quarters where we would spend most of the night in until we reach our destination. Sister what have you made us do to lie to a mare that was concern about her husband’s life, are we really following your hoof steps?

Cynder POV

Waking up with the burning body is something I always hated when that time of year comes around. I forgot to tell Cazador that I was going in heat soon and I’ll be having certain mood swings and feel like I’m burning up from the inside, but when he carried me up the stairs and to my room I couldn’t speak because how I suddenly felt like cuddling with him and not saying a word. However, I didn’t have the chance to do that when I fell asleep on him.

I can’t really say I had the best sleep on this bed, but I can’t say I had the worst either. The bed itself was comfortable to sleep on it’s just that my bandaged wing makes it hard to sleep on it without crushing it and popping the bones out of place. It’s not every day I get the chance to sleep on a comfy been instead of it being a flat rock.

Sitting up straight I stretched my arms out and let out a yawn, my tail swayed behind me as I tried to stretch it out much as possible. I can’t remember well when I started doing this, but I can say it feels good for stretching my body. Laying down on my stomach I tried to lean my body back to get my backbones to pop. After I was done leaning back I moved my knees under me and stretched my arms out again trying to mimic what cats do when they stretch.

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‘Actually do I lift my ass when I do that?’ I know that was a sudden and dumb question to ask myself that, but do I really lift my rear up and shake it whenever I stretch like this? Luckily Cazador wasn’t around me to see me like this or else this would be embarrassing...Cazador that mysterious creature who save me from those dragons and brought me here in a mansion while training me to become a hunter like him.

My thoughts began to drift from the training to something more interesting. I have never seen him take off his clothes or saw what his body really look like other than a small portion of his face. My imagination had gone from guessing what his face looks like to what his entire body does I felt my face burn as I imagine him being naked in front of me seeing what his body looks like and what was between his legs. Shaking my head those thoughts disappeared as I tried to refocus on reality than daydreaming...wait is it night time?

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed how dark it was outside, it was indeed night time, but how long did I sleep for? I got out of bed and walked to the window. When I was close enough I pulled back the curtains to see nothing but the dark outlines of the treetops with the moon high in the sky. If I remember correctly Cazador doesn’t sleep in the night, so that means he’s up now either hunting or preparing me for another hunt since we arrived in the Griffin Empire around evening and we spend some hours here in this village. We actually spent a whole day here.

With a thought of training in mind I made my way over to the door, but as soon I started moving I felt my legs gave out causing me to fall snout first in the floor. The fact that the dragon’s snouts are sensitive is one of the things I dislike being a dragon. Rolling to my side I held my snout with both of my claws, rubbing it a bit.

‘Maybe next time I should stay close to the wall, my heat is making me feel weak and vulnerable like a newborn dragon.’ After the pain in my nose numbed I managed to crawl over to a desk and climb up it, using what little strength I have to stand up with something by me to support myself. I should have known my heat would soon start making me feel weak, but I wasn’t expecting it to suddenly feel it now than tomorrow. That princess of the ponies was one I didn’t trust, she was here for a reason and that reason was to talk with Cazador. Thankfully he didn’t speak that much with her and turned her down with whatever offers she had for him.

Walking to the door again, I took my time getting there instead of pushing myself to the door. When I reached the door I opened it, had some trouble turning the damn knob on the door, and walked out of the room. The hallway was lit up by lamps on the wall, giving me that creepy feeling. I stayed close to the wall using it to support myself as I walked down this hallway. That creepy feeling was still lingering in the back of my mind, having that feeling of being watch and uncomfortable at the same time.

When I reached the stairs I noticed how less lively this place looks now than before. I don’t like the fact that how all these lambs on the walls only illuminates a small area around them it gives a chance for someone to hide in the dark, but I highly doubt that anyone would be stupid enough to try and fight a dragon or try to fight Cazador and Wyndbain seeing how they aren’t females and they don’t go in heat whenever it’s that time of the year. Males are so lucky that they don’t go in heat in a certain season and they don’t have to worry about the pheromones we females have whenever we’re in heat.

I managed to walk down the stairs, without falling over. The silent atmosphere in the house made me felt like I was the only one living in this house. Well, I can’t really say that I was the only one in the house. Cazador does own this place from what I remembered correctly and he is my trainer to teach me how to be the hunter he is. The difference between a regular hunter and Cazador’s still confuses me as they both hunt down something, but Cazador hunts down creatures that have black blood; the ones that can put a curse on someone when bitten or scratched by them, but if it was a scratch mark then the wound would need to be treated as if it’s a life or death situation.

Feeling this weak right now is a big chance for someone to just attack I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it other than try to defend myself, I may not be able to do that so well, but who says that blowing out black fire wouldn’t scare anyone from thinking that the dragoness is corrupted by darkness? Well, I can’t really breath out “black fire” but I can make it look like black fire since it’s nearly black, however, it’s a dark gray that nearly looks black. Don’t know why dragon’s fire breath can’t be the regular color I normally see from campfires. Well, beggars can’t be choosers even if the thing want will never happen.

As my paws touched the floor I heard talking. I didn’t know who was talking as it was muffled. I went around under the stairs to the double doors where the sound of talking came from. As soon as I made it to the doors everything went silent.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait folks had some problems on my side, but I'm not gonna bother you with it. I hope this chapter to your liking.

Also, this is just a visual look at how Cynder looks like, well not her body but her face actually.