Ponyville was silent tonight, the stars twinkled brightly if anypony was awake to see them. Sadly, only two were. A messanger and a unicorn. The messange had been sent for the unicorn, on one of his stranger missions. The messenger looked down at the map, using his horn to cast a faint glow, as bright as he dared, before walking up to the doors of a building.
Carousel Boutique, they called it. Where clothes are made from amazing fabrics and gems which are worth millions. Yet it was not the goods that interested the stallion, it was the pony inside.
He found her in the kitchen, sitting at the table and calmly sipping a glass of milk. She wasn't looking at him, but she was trained well, as, without so much as a twitch of her ear, she knew he was there. She knew it, and he knew it. "What does he want?" Her voice seemed both soft and hard, both childlike and mature, and the stallion knew, that all the training in the world couldn't of have given her voice those traits.
"He want's you to know that if you ever disrupt his plans again, it's your friends lives that are at stake here." Under normal circumstances, that would of have terrified most ponies, but she just laughed. "I know The Princess of Friendship, as well as the pony who keeps the Spirit of Chaos under wraps. I have killed more ponies than you have put stamps on letters. Trust me, I am not scared off you."
"My boss knows this. He also knows that your scared of your friends finding out what you really do." She shifted in her chair slightly, a sign of just how uncomfortable that thought made her.
"You mean killing ponies that want to destroy Equestria once and for all? Yes" she still held his gaze evenly, and it was him who was forced to look away.
"So, trying to hide your true self then?" He asked of her, still standing his ground,despte the fact about her killing more ponies than he has stamped envolopes completely true.
"I have no idea what your talking about." She took another sip of the milk, thoughtfully.
"Come now. You surely can't tell me that your friends are okay about your profession? You killing ponies." She gave him a blank stare, her face devoid of all emotion."I do what I have to do to protect my home and Equestria from harm."
"Uh-Huh. I heard that you have some kind of name, a secret name, forty- whatsits?" She looked down at her grey hooves,and smiled, like she was recalling a fond memory. "Agent four, twenty,seven." She was looking at him from the corner of her eyes, and he was trying not to panic, because that would be very bad, but he know's the stories, heard the legends . . .
The legends about a unicorn, with a voice so pure that she could lure anypony, mare or stallion, to drop their guard. That she would slit their throat's, and sing them to death. How she saved the world so many times, that rumor has it that Celestia has a golden statue of her down in her dungeons, so prisoners on death row would be able to see her face before dying. That she had killed so many, her coat was dyed red by blood.
She could of have added a thousand rumors to them, how Celestia didn't even know what she looked like, how she did, in fact, once manage to convince somepony to let her drive a train, even though she had no qualifications, or training. How she once poisoned a cake, then ate it later, to avoid suspicion, and had to administer an antidote by itself.
"Ah, so you've heard of me" she said, smiling at the look on his face. "What's wrong? You thought I would be- what? A helpless little filly, lost to the world?" She sipped her milk, slowly, casually.
"Now," she said abruptly, suddenly all business. " Tell your boss to back off, before I show you where all those stories started." Suddenly, she had a knife, and she had it between her hooves, like an earth pony, rubbing the handle thoughtfully. "This was my first weapon, you know. Elegance first and all that. So, what's your bosses name?"
He kept his mouth shut, but then the knife, with deadly accuracy, caught him by the forelock, and slammed him against the wall. "Blueblood!" He squeked out. "It was Blueblood!" She stared at him, before nodding, satisfied. "Now wasn't that easy?" She practically purred as she pulled out the knife.
"Breaking news; the body of Prince Blueblood, and an unknown stallion, presumambly his messenger, were found dead on Canterlot's River Banks just this morning. Prince Blueblood's throat was slit, while his messenger's skull had been crushed, quite possibly by blunt force traumua. If anypony has any leads, the Royal Guard are urging them to come forwards."
"Oh no!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, turning to her older sister. "Isn't that the stallion from the gala?" Rarity nodded, and sat down beside her little sister. "Why yes, yes it was. The poor dear. And his family! I should send something, like a dress- oh no I know . . . ."
Her voice trailed away as she began to sort them out. She didn't seem to notice the small dent in the wall, just the right size for a knife's blade. She didn't seem to notice the drop of blood near the window, like somepony dragged something through it.
And as she walked up the stairs, Sweetie Belle watched her sister go, before taking one last sip of milk.
