The Three Guards

Chapters

Pomp and Circumstance
Buffing and Feathers
Stalwart and Hope
Love and Peace
Arrival and Trial

Pomp and Circumstance

On the Canterlot streets was a celebration, one that happens once every two years. The streets were lined with vendors selling their wares and performers showing off their various talents. Musicians, acrobats, jugglers, and magicians were everywhere and the streets were full of laughter. Everypony was excited and having fun while relaxing from a hard days work. It was time to recognize and celebrate the graduating recruits of the Royal Guard Academy. The party was to congratulate the new guards once it was over. All the shop owners were excited since this would add plenty of bits to their pockets over the next few days while the celebration went on. But everyone on the streets knew the real ceremony was happening in the castle were the Oaths were being taken.

The Grand Chambers were full of esteemed ponies today for what could be more important the induction of the newest members to the Royal Guard of Equestria. Nobles and elites from all over came to examine those who were deemed worthy to join the ranks of the Guard. Gently in the background, was a orchestral band playing a soft but uplifting tune to try and add some tranquility to the affair. As always it was a ceremony full of pomp and circumstance in which all could revel in the moment.Slowly the quiet whispers died down when Celestia took her throne. Alongside her was the Captain of Her Guard, Shining Armor, who held a scroll containing everypony’s name and their new positions.

He cleared his throat and began the opening of the Ceremony. “Welcome all who gather among us to witness those who have shown through hard work and study that they are willing to defend the wielders of Sun and Moon. At these times we proudly stomp our hooves to welcome our new brothers in arms to our ranks. We all know that being here and serving her are tasks that will not be taken lightly. Things will come that others may shy away from, but we will stand to defend that which we swore to uphold. We make the Oath and do not take it without knowing that until we are released from it we must follow it without hesitation. Each of these who stand before us have sworn the Oath many times, but now it will be sworn for all to see. As I call your name you will step forward and be given your new armor to signify where you will serve, and you will swear the Oath to Her Highness for all to see.” Celestia smiled gently as she rose to award their armor.

“Silver Shield.”

Finally the day is here. The day where I am no longer a recruit, but a full fledged member of the Guard. Buckler excitedly thought to himself as he watched a silver unicorn walk up, kneel to swear the Oath, and receive his armor. His wing kept twitching with anticipation as another was called. I know I will make the Celestial unit; how could I not being number four in my class. I worked my way up from barely getting in, to no doubt serving in Celestia’s personal squad. With there only being two options when being assigned to the Guard. You were either a basic Palace Guard or you were assigned to the Celestial Unit. How could I not be assigned to it? He watched nervously as Knightly was given the golden armor of the Celestial Unit. Knightly was the third in class and there was no doubt in Buckler’s mind where he was going to be assigned.

“Buckler.”

He jumped slightly as his name was called. Buckler quickly kneeled and swore the Oath without hesitation.

“As breath flows through my lungs, I will continue to fight.

Under the darkest of days, and beneath moonless nights.

I will protect the Sun and Moon, with all of my might.

My duty is to Equestria, and every one of its plights.”

He rose to accept his armor, but Celestia did not have any armor for him and only nodded at him. He froze in panic, What? Where is my armor? Did I not really pass? This must be a nightmare! Shining Armor cleared his throat and motioned for him to return to his position with his comrades. Buckler immediately followed his Captain’s silent orders. He trotted slowly back to his position and would not look at his fellow graduates, in fear they were mocking him. No one had ever not been given armor at their graduation. Time seemed to have stopped for him as one by one people received the new positions except him.

As soon as the Ceremony was over he quietly walked to the Captain’s office crushed and ready to face whatever punishment laid out for him. He had been in here only once before and it had not changed at all. Shining Armor’s office was large in size but crammed with bookcases and other furniture. He looked at the bookcases and saw countless books on past wars, battle tactics, and combat casting. Also displayed proudly were several pictures of the Captain’s sister Twilight Sparkle.

Often Buckler wished Twilight was still here. They had been friends until she was enrolled at the Gifted Unicorn School and he at the Academy. He remembered her always nose deep into books often bumping into walls while walking and reading simultaneously. She showed him so much about the night sky and its vast beauty that he often camped out overnight and basked until his mother dragged him home.

He turned and sat at the desk recalling how his present situation was no excuse to escape into his past. He stared at the old map pinned across the entire wall behind Shining Armor’s desk. It looked like it had been there for several generations. How many ponies had it seen come into this office? Only one of them had not been good enough to be given a position.

Eventually Shining Armor walked into the office looking surprised at what he saw. Buckler was from the looks of it in a deep pit of despair, but with no obvious reason to it. “What seems to be the problem, Private Buckler?” he asked softly.

Buckler froze, when had the Captain walked in? “Sir, I have come for any and all punishments I deserve. I somehow failed to make it into any unit. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I trust your judgment for not assigning me anywhere and I came to turn in my uniform.”

Shining Armor chuckled softly, “You know better than that, Buckler. Only the Princess can remove that uniform from you. Is that what is bothering you or is it the absence of my little sister?”

Buckler was shocked “What makes you think I was missing your sister?”

“Well the fact that she has been so absorbed in her studying that she hasn’t written to either of us in several months. I saw you glance at her picture and stare off for a few minutes. Oh and the fact that you are still easy to read like a book. But my main concern is why are you so depressed? You are a full fledged member of the guard, by all means you should be ecstatic.” he said while studying the younger stallion.

“THEN WHY DID I NOT GET ASSIGNED?” roared Buckler finally cracking under the stress and frustration. His wings were lifeless against his ashen coat and his whole body shook in anger. “What did I do wrong to not earn your approval?” he hissed while reining in his anger.

“Wrong? Who said you did anything wrong? You…” he paused looking over Buckler’s shoulder.

Buckler looked up and saw the flowing multi colored mane that moved with an unseen wind. Princess Celestia! He quickly dropped to his knees not daring to look at anything but the polished floor. “Forgive me your Highness I am sorry that I failed you in any way!” he quickly said hoping to earn some form of forgiveness from the ruler of all Equestria.

“Rise, my faithful Guard.” She gently commanded. “You have not failed me at all.” Her voice was like silk so soft he could not help but give into its soothing coaxing. He rose slowly to his hooves but could not look at her face. “Why would you think you failed me?” she asked softly.

“I was not assigned to any unit. Therefore I am not worth putting anywhere. I swore the Oath thinking that all I had worked for was about to be realized. Instead I am the only one in the history of the guard who has never been awarded a position to serve in.” he said rapidly as he continued to stare at floor.

“Captain? Why did you not explain it to him beforehand?” Celestia chided now looking over at him.

“I apologize, Ma’am, but what with the ceremony and still having to keep everything running while shorthanded. It slipped my mind. I was about to tell him of my blunder, but you graced us with your presence before I could explain.” Shining Armor stated.

“Ah I see,” she chuckled “my apologies, Captain, I understand that you have been stretched thin lately. However that shouldn’t be a problem anymore now.”

“Yes, Princess. I will get the privates into their positions as smoothly and quickly as possible.” Shining Armor said shuffling through the papers on his desk.

“Don’t forget to have everything prepared once the last of the renovations to the northern tower is complete. The new guard barracks will need to be stocked for Buckler and the upper chambers will have to be addressed as well.” Celestia reminded Shining.

“The Royal Architect sent word earlier that the renovations should be complete within a week, however he needed to speak with you about the decor since you seemed to have left out those details in your blueprints.” Shining Armor said as he showed her the architect’s letter.

“I will go take care of that in a little while after we have finished here. I think that he is worried that I won’t like his choice in paint or something silly like that.” She said laughing lightly, “But we still can’t just have poor Buckler here all by himself that won’t do for a true unit and he might die from boredom in the next couple of weeks.”

“Well if what you are saying is to come true, Your Majesty, we will need more than just him. At least one more, but no one can really be asked to volunteer for this. I was thinking of asking Lieutenant Ace Feathers but I don’t know if he will agree to be transferred. He is far too stubborn to give up his position.”

“Excuse me, Your Highness, but what are you talking about?” Buckler asked looking between the two of them after having slightly regained his composure. They both turned and looked at him. The Captain looked like he was trying to carefully word what he was about to say as if he had to hold back some things.

“I am sorry, Buckler. You won’t be given your position until after the Summer Sun Celebration has been completed in Ponyville.” Shining Armor admitted with a sigh.

“Why so long, Captain?” he asked. “What is so special that requires me to wait till then?” And what about all the other things you two were discussing? he thought to himself wondering what exactly that they planned to do with him that would involve the northern tower.

“Why, that is simple,” Celestia said smiling with a far-off look, “Your assigned spot is in the Lunar Guard.”

Buffing and Feathers

Buckler looked at the Princess in shock. The Lunar Guard? But that hasn’t existed in at least a millennia, ever since Nightmare Moon was banished to the moon. He pondered this quietly while looking at the Captain. “If you are reinstating the Lunar Guard does that mean that Princess Luna will be coming back to us?” he asked carefully.

She smiled softly, “If I reveal what I have been planning you will be sworn to secrecy. For discussing anything from this conversation will be looked upon as treason. Do you still wish to know?”

Buckler nodded, “I will never speak of what you tell me, Your Majesty.”

“Very well then, in two weeks time Nightmare Moon shall return, but I will be sending my student Twilight Sparkle to Ponyville under the guise of making sure the Summer Sun Celebration will be well organized and prepared. My real goal is for her to make friends with some of the ponies there, for without them Nightmare Moon will not be defeated.” she said as she looked out the window.

“How will she defeat her with only some new friends that she is somehow going to make?” Buckler asked feeling somewhat lost.

“Twilight and her soon-to-be friends will wield the Elements of Harmony against her. Unlike last time when I used them against her, Twilight will purge Luna of Nightmare Moon. Hopefully Luna will accept my offer of friendship and will return to the little sister I loved so long ago.” Celestia said with a slightly hopeful tone. She continued to look out the window, listening to the laughter and singing going on down below in the streets.

“So I am to be one of the personal guards for Princess Luna!?” Buckler realized suddenly, “Your Majesty, I do not know if I can do that.”

“Why not?” she asked turning to look at him with a slight twinkle in her eyes.

“It’s your sister! How can I be trusted with such a responsibility such as that?” he asked rapidly, the worry seeping deep into his voice.

“So you can protect me as a Celestial Guard, but not my Luna as her Lunar Guard? That makes no sense at all, Private.” she said teasingly.

Buck! I did not mean it like that! She is going to kick me out of the guard! He thought worriedly and tried to rethink his position. “What I meant, Princess, was that I do not think that a freshly made Private would be trusted with the protection of Princess Luna. No, wait…that is the same thing if I had been positioned in the Celestial Guard. I honestly cannot think of a way to say what I meant.” he said dejectedly while heaving a deep sigh.

Shining Armor laughed causing Buckler to look at him annoyed that he was getting pleasure out of him messing up. “What you mean, Buckler, is that you were shocked to be chosen when in your mind there were better choices to pick from than you. But Princess Celestia chose you specifically for the job, and I do not think that she would pick you
unless she absolutely trusted you with Princess Luna’s life.” He stated casually.

“But why me?” Buckler asked. What did I do to warrant her attention over every other recruit in my class?

“How did you get your cutie mark Buckler?” she asked softly.

“You don’t want to hear that story.” He replied quickly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You tell me.” She countered.

Buckler groaned but began the story anyways. “Back in training we were taken to a forest to practice our survival skills. We were divided into groups and each group was taken to a different forest. My group was unlucky; we were taken to the Everfree Forest and dropped off in the middle of the forest. Our instructors told us that our goal was to make it outside the forest, we were not allowed to fly, we were treating it like we had injured our wings, and they gave us some rations and a wooden training sword.

They warned us to not travel at night and that they would be watching us in case we ran into trouble that we couldn’t handle. At first we were excited to be on our own and to show off our skills. Most of us traveled in small groups, however Knightly and I went off by ourselves wanting no help from anypony. I decided to do what I knew would be the best way for me to get out fastest. I ignored their advice and traveled during the night, it went well the first night I never saw anypony or anything at all. I used the stars for navigation and guidance; unfortunately the trees blocked most of the stars so I had to climb the trees to get my bearings. On those nights I noticed that the moon had entered her rebirth, she was therefore hidden and providing nothing to light the way.

The second night things were not so nice,” he sighed heavily as he recalled things from the past that haunted him for weeks, “I had been tracking one of my fellow recruits, I figured it was Knightly since there was only one set of hoofprints in the ground. I heard a yell for help and I quickly ran towards the sound, only to find Knightly staring down a Cockatrice. I remembered what I had been told about them: they turned anyone to stone who foolishly looked them in the eyes, they looked like they were a cross between a chicken and a snake, and if we ever saw one run the buck away from it. Knightly was doing the exact opposite and staring it in the eyes and was slowly being turned to stone.

I quietly put down my pack and pulled out my practice sword. I knew we were supposed to not fly but this was an emergency. I rapidly flew up and hid in a tree, and then I assessed the situation. I knew that the only way I could defeat it was to hit it hard and fast from behind. I took careful aim, and did a nosedive with my practice sword in my teeth. I slammed my sword into the back of the Cockatrice’s neck, and heard the most sickening snap. I pulled out of the dive; I then flew back up to make sure the Cockatrice wasn’t coming after me; however it was on the ground not moving. I looked over at Knightly and saw that he had returned to normal and was looking around. He stopped at the Cockatrice and panicking he ran off into the woods terrified. I gently returned to the ground and examined the Cockatrice; it was dead, I had killed it. I turned and hurled what little of my rations that were left in me, after I had recovered, I quickly left and continued trying to get out of those bucking woods. Once I managed to get out of the forest I found myself at the edge of a giant orchard, exhausted I flew into a tree and passed out glad that I was out of there.” He finished glad for it to be over.

“You omitted a part from the fight with that Cockatrice.” Shining Armor pointed out much to Buckler’s annoyance.

“I didn’t think it was important, Sir.” He replied hotly.

“What did you leave out, my Guard?” Celestia inquired softly.

“He left out what technique he used.” A voice from behind them called out. In the doorway stood a sapphire blue Pegasus with a neon orange mane. He smiled amused as he entered and bowed to the princess. “A pleasure as always, Your Majesty.”

“Welcome, Lieutenant Feathers.” Shining Armor said warmly.

“Buffing, how many times have I told you to call me Ace? I hate being called Feathers and you know it!” Ace growled with a huge smile on his face.

“Same number of times I have asked you to not use synonyms of my name instead of my actual name.” he stated with an equally large smile. Ace merely waved the accusation off as though it were an annoying fly.

“I have considered your offer of being moved around.” Ace said as he leaned against the wall.

“And?” Shining Armor inquired.

“I will accept your offer, since this is the kid you are giving me.” He said looking over at Buckler now.

“What does it matter if I am being assigned to you? Would you have declined if someone else had been put here instead?” Buckler demanded staring at him.

“Yep. But more importantly why don’t you tell the Princess what technique you really used on the Cockatrice?” he replied returning the stare evenly.

“How do you even know that I used a different technique?” Buckler asked.

“You mean besides the fact that you just admitted it? I was there as a volunteer to keep a watch on you runts. I was asked to follow you specifically, because the Captain knew you would not follow the no traveling at night suggestion. I saw the fight and how you saved the other kid; honestly I was impressed on how you quickly analyzed the situation and came up with a plan. What annoys me though is the fact that you hid the information of what you somehow knew. That attack has not been used in over 900 years, and yet somehow you knew it. Care to explain yourself, Private?” he explained in the same tone one might explain the current weather in.

“Fine, it was the Downward Crescent Slash.” Buckler admitted embarrassed.

“My sister’s sword technique?” Celestia asked amused, “But how did you learn of it, the last person to know it passed away long before you were born.”

“I asked Twilight if she knew of any sword styles that I could learn before entering the Academy, she suggested the Lunar Cycle style. She took a book from her family’s bookshelf and let me borrow it as long as I took extra special care of it. Apparently the book had been passed down for generations, but no one had been interested in learning
from it because of who wrote it, Nightmare Moon.” He confessed. “I only learned three of the attacks before I had to return the book. I spent months honing myself in using them.”

Celestia smiled and nodded, “She would have been proud to see someone learning from her. Luna put so much effort into developing them, but only shared them with her guard allowing no one else to learn them. I think that explains your cutie mark better now.”

Buckler looked at his cutie mark and saw the same thing he did when he woke up in the apple tree that morning so long ago. I woke up when the sun had reached its midway point in the sky. I looked over my shoulder to get my bearings and I saw something that I had never seen before. My cutie mark had appeared! I examined it as much as I could and saw a silver longsword with a light brown grip, but what really caught my attention was the crescent moon in the pommel of the sword. It stood out against the ashy color of my coat and made me happy that it was there.

“…Buckler?’ a voice called him back to the real world.

“What?” he muttered looking around the room. He realized that he had spaced out for too long, and everyone was staring at him. “I’m sorry lost in my memories…” he muttered apologetically to the Princess.

“It’s all right Buckler, it happens to the best of us” she said laughing. “Also as of this moment you are on extended leave,” at this Buckler’s mouth dropped, “you cannot guard my dear sister until she has arrived.” She said gently assuring him, “Once the Northern tower has been successfully remodeled you and Lt. Ace will move into the guards barracks on the floor below Luna’s chambers. For now there will only be the two of you, until we get her more acclimated to how much things have changed in these many years. There is no need to overwhelm her with too many guards, and if you need reinforcements for any reason call upon my Celestials. Any questions?”

They both shook their heads denying any more information was needed. Celestia nodded and walked out of Shining Armor’s office.

Shining Armor cleared his throat, and once he had gotten both their attentions.

“Dismissed.”

They saluted and both started walking towards the door. Once they were in the outer chambers outside the office Ace abruptly stopped. “Buckler, hold up a minute” he commanded.

“Sir?”

“First off drop the sir, I bucking hate being called that. Secondly while under my command you will follow my orders without questioning it. I was not made a Lieutenant without gaining some wisdom from being a Private, a Sergeant, and a Colonel. If I tell you to run away you do it. I want to help you learn and grow as not only a soldier but as a pony as well. Part of the learning part is to not get injured or killed in the line of duty. Finally do not let me down, I have a reputation to uphold. And if you embarrass me ol’ Buffer in there will never let me live it down…” he said grinning as if he was the cat who swallowed the canary.

I cannot decide if he is being serious or messing with my head. I have never even spoken to him till today. Buckler thought as he nodded to his orders. “What do I call you then?” he asked unsure of what the answer might be.

“You can call me Ace or Master, maybe if you’re feeling plucky you could call me Hope. I would not risk that one though might make it sound like you are hopeful or something.” He said laughing amused at his own joke.

“Umm…ok then Ace. Is there anything I need to be doing right now?” Buckler asked shaking his head.

“You are on leave go enjoy the festival. Drink some hard cider. Get some action with a mare or two, or a stallion if that is what floats your boat. Live and enjoy life while you can who knows how long these peaceful moments will last.” Ace said dismissively as he walked towards the gates leading out to the giant celebration.

Get some action with a Stallion!? What makes him think I go that way! He turned to say something but Ace was already lost in the large crowd. Buckler sighed and walked towards one of the spirits tents. Live like there is no tomorrow and pretend that it will never come. Words to live by I guess. He thought as he looked into the freshly poured mug of Bucker's Hard Pressed Cider.

Stalwart and Hope

Slowly the sun began to rise on Canterlot; gently blanketing it in its warmth and light. Ponies began to shuffle and move about on the streets below as the festival once again started with much fervor. Music slowly floated along gently rousing those who had simply slept wherever they had passed out last night. Cooks had already started their days with warming the ovens, soon the smells of fresh baked goods wafted in the air teasing any who caught the faintest of whiffs.

Scents of cinnamon and bread eventually woke the sleeping Buckler. He lethargically woke up feeling well rested and mildly hungry. As he woke he started taking in his surroundings. As he propped himself up and saw he was in a strange room. Where in the buck am I? He saw that he was on somepony’s couch, Buckler quickly rolled out of his apparent impromptu bed. He quietly started to escape what looked to be a military themed apartment, hoping that whoever lived here would not notice that he had slept on their couch. He saw a diploma that caught his eye as he crept towards the door,

It is with great honor that I, Princess Celestia,
award this diploma to, Stalwart, for passing all the basic requirements
put forth by the Board of Aviation Defense.

Okay, clearly not themed apartment, but someone who actually is in the military. I need to get out of here ASAP. He thought as he reached the door and as he was about to open the door to make his grand escape, it opened fast and slammed into his muzzle. Buckler flew back a few feet gasping slightly in pain. The new arrival suddenly looked at him with a slight worried look on their face. Buckler saw a pale white mare hurry over to check on him. She examined his muzzle intently then forced his mouth open.

“Whoa!” Buckler shouted pushing her back, “You have any idea where your hooves have been?”

“Well, that was rude. I was just making sure I didn’t do any major damage to ya. After all we did last night I thought you were a cool and laid back kind of stallion.” she said looking at him softly and ruffling her wings.

“Sorry, Miss, but I am not sure where I am or what we...did...” he said as something dawned on him. A crimson blush colored his face as he looked at her worried. Oh merciful Celestia please tell me we did not!

She laughed loudly “Calm down there, Buckler. All we did was share a few drinks, entered the Slam’em Back contest, and I dragged your drunk flank to my apartment. You said you lived under the moon, but that was about all I could get outta ya. I left you on the couch so Hope wouldn’t try to kill me.”

Hope! “Excuse me, Miss, how do you know Ace?” Buckler asked quickly

“Ace? As in the playing cards?” she asked “And my name is Stalwart, but you will call me Gabe.” She looked at Buckler as if to dare him to call her Stalwart.

“Yes ma’am, Miss Gabe, but Ace is my Commanding Officer and I was wondering how you knew him?” he asked while attempting a salute, but failed miserably when he overdid his pop and tipped backwards onto his back. “Well this is embarrassing...” he mumbled.

Gabe laughed at his antics as she helped him get back into a sitting position. “Well, Buckler, I don’t know him. Why do you suddenly think I do?”

“Last night he told me I could call him Hope, and I assumed that you saying that somepony named Hope would kill you, it meant you knew him.” Buckler explained.

“Oh, I see how that can misconstrued,” she said with a toothy smile, “but Hope is more along the lines of my mate. That sexy little unicorn flank of hers, it was love at first sight...I know pegusi and unicorn don’t always mix but we make it work.” Buckler looked on with a slight blush creeping back on his face. Gabe spotted it immediately, “Aww...is ickle Buckle-kins embarrassed? Have you never had a love interest at all? I mean jeeze, stallion like you must have all the mares chasing after him.” she teased him

“I...umm...tend to get put into the brother or best friend categories...” he admitted while rubbing his hooves together in shame. “I guess I do something right just not in the right areas...”

“Kid, don’t be glum plenty of mares out there, one day you will rut one and get hitched. So don’t stress the little things. Okay?” she said patting him on the head. “Now how about I make you some breakfast? You gotta have a hangover and an empty stomach after last night.”

“Thank you, Miss Gabe, for your hospitality and advice. But if I may ask what happened last night? And where is Miss Hope?” Buckler asked hoping that he did not offend her in anyway.

“As for what happened, well we met in one of the mead tents and you were mildly buzzed and you saw my Air Force Falcon cutie mark and knew I must be an “airhead fighter” and offered to buy me a drink. I could hardly pass up a chance for a free drink, Hope swears I breathe booze instead of air. So after awhile of drinking and chatting they announced the traditional Slam ’em Back drinking contest you bet me you could drink me under. Well I could hardly pass up the chance to show you what us “airheads” were made of. So after 34 mugs of hard cider later you finally passed out, I couldn’t enjoy my victory if you were out cold so I splashed your drink in your face to wake you up while I downed my last one. Which didn’t go over so well with the judges, so I got disqualified and you were declared the winner. You won the right to meet either DJ Pon3 or the entire Canterlot Musical Orchestra. You said the dj since she was your sister and you would like to see her and show her you weren’t a little hoof sucker anymore.” Gabe explained to Buckler as she made oatmeal and toast.

With her back turned she could not see the redness that had slowly crept into his face as he realized what he had said while drunk. Oh buck me...now I have to meet up with my big sister. What did I do to deserve this? he thought as she started putting the hot food onto plates. As she neared the table he thankfully had relaxed and no longer showed his signs of embarrassment.

“As for Hope, she is Captain of the Marines, Unicorn Division, and as such she is often away on business. Today however, she left as we got home this morning around 4 AM. You probably don’t remember this, but she threatened to skin us both alive if we did anything we might regret later. I assured her that you were a good kid, just drunk off your flank. She also said that if you woke up not to worry about the plants that you graciously decided to fertilize they are fake and vomit cleans up easily. What bothers me is that I had a massive hangover when I woke up, but you mister, don’t seem to even have the slightest bit of a headache.” she said while pointing her spoon at him.

“I am terribly sorry for...umm...fertilizing your fake plants” he apologized looking over at the plants by the door.

“Don’t worry about, Hope took care of it. Unicorn magic; what can’t it do?” she said rolling her eyes. “Hope likes to remind me of that little fact.”

Buckler laughed and began taking a bite of his toast, “My family has a strong tolerance for liquor, I have never had a hangover ever”

“Wow I bet your dad must be proud then,” she said smiling as she added honey and butter to her oatmeal.

Buckler grimaced and his feathers slackened. He looked down into his oatmeal and sighed heavily. “Thank you for the food, Miss Gabe, but I need to check in with my CO.” He rose quickly having only eaten his toast and strode for the door.

“Buckler sit down and finish your meal! If your sister raised you to be this impolite to ponies who gave you a place to rest and hot food in the morning then I will have to go and kick her flank.” she said in a commanding tone that sounded very natural.

He looked at her clearly pissed. “No one talks about my sister that way!” he growled sharply.

She simply stood up and trotted over to him looked him squarely in the eyes. “You WILL finish your breakfast before it gets cold or I will BUCK you over there.”

He simply turned back to the door, then next thing he knew was that the carpeted floor did not hide the cement below it very well. Gabe had flipped him over her back and put him face first onto the floor. Quickly capitalizing on her momentum and his temporary shock, she forced his foreleg into an armbar. “While in this house you will follow orders when they are given. Is that understood, Private?” she sharply whispered into his ear not releasing him.

“Yes Ma’am!”

“Good; now get up and finish your breakfast, colt.” she said smiling as she released him. Buckler could only groan as he lifted himself off of the hard floor. He quickly went and sat down back at the table and began to eat his oatmeal. “There is a good soldier, next time do ask I ask before I have to beat your ass.”

“I am sorry for my behavior, Miss Gabe, I never knew my parents all I knew was my sister. She means more to me than anything. She has raised me since I was a colt, and I haven’t seen her in six years. Once you join the Academy it becomes your life, and I will see her sooner than I thought.” Buckler said as he paused in his eating.

She waved his apology off “I am the one who is sorry I said rude things and did not think of how it would make you feel.”

They finished their meal and sit listening to the silence that pierced the room. “Thank you for the meal, Miss Gabe, but I do need to return to try and find Ace. I do not know what he plans to do to me today...” Buckler said as he rose from the table.

“Oh it isn’t a problem in the slightest. But drop the Miss, ya ain’t in my squad. And if ya ever need an “airhead’ for a drinking buddy send me a letter.” she said as she wrote down her address for him. “Maybe next time you will be sober enough to meet Hope and remember her.” Gabe laughed loudly.

Buckler smiled and took the paper with her address. “Would you mind if I wrote to you outside of wanting a drink? I honestly do not have many friends and we seemed to hit it off...emphasis on the hitting part...” he said laughing.

“I don’t see why not, Buckler, you seem friendly enough” she said returning the smile.

“Well I need to be going, thanks again for everything, Gabe” Buckler said then walked out of her apartment. After riding down the elevator and listening to what sounded like a four string quartet playing forever he exited the building. Now where am I? he pondered looking around for something familiar.

Unfortunately the first thing he saw was not a thing, it was a sapphire blue pegasus. Great I just had to bump into him...of all the ponies in Canterlot. Sigh, better get this over with now. “Good morning, Ace.”

“Ah good morning, Buckler! So I saw that you met a cute pegasus last night.” he said grinning at the younger stallion. “Did she provide you with some entertainment?”

“How in Equestria did you know about her?” Buckler asked sharply.

“Well, I entered the same drinking contest as you two. However, I bowed out due to the simple fact I know when to stop. You two, on the other hoof, broke the all time record; so it’s no surprise that you didn’t remember I was there. After you were declared winner and received your prize; I saw her take you home, so I figured I would wait around to greet the great hero as he returned from his conquest.”

“She was not my type.” Buckler muttered.

“What, white clash with your ashen coat too much?” he quipped.

“No, she just prefers a different kind of pony, I lack the right build for it.” he said hoping that Ace caught on.

“Well she is in the Airforce, so she must not like macho guys. More of a shine to the feminine type of stallions then.” Ace stated rapidly.

“No, she likes members of the same persuasion as her.” Buckler said as he facehooved.

“So? You are the same as her, a pegasus last I checked” Ace replied smiling broadly.

“You are messing with me aren’t you?” Buckler asked as it dawned on him.

“Maybe I am, maybe you are just not used to my charming personality yet. So she is into other mares, but thats the way things roll sometimes. Don’t worry though I will see that you find a mare to spend some quality time with. The festival lasts two more days so time is on our side for now.” he said as he grabbed Buckler and started pulling him back into the fray that was going on all over the streets.

Here we go again.

A/N Special thanks to Stally for helping me with writing Gabe's parts and for letting me use her. For more on Gabe and Hope, who did not appear in today's chapter, please see Philharmonic Staccato.

Love and Peace

Time in itself is a very relative thing. For some it seems there is never enough, while to others there is always too much of it. The festival had reached its conclusion, and for many it was a sad sight, one that will be missed terribly. The calm streets finally returned to Canterlot, and what was once a fun filled area now resumed its dull and lackluster appearances.

Finally, I can get back to some sense of normality in my life. Ace will quit trying to hook me up with any mare that was not already taken. He just does not understand that I want more than a simple rut. Buckler sighed as he trotted towards the nightclub Syn Trotters. He stopped several yards away from the club as he eyed the giant stallion of a bouncer and the crowded line that led up to him. Great now I have to wait forever, or I just could skip visiting her altogether. Buckler mused as he looked at neon blue sign; unfortunately the bouncer spotted him and called him over.

“You Buckler?” he asked in deep bass voice once Buckler got close enough.

“Yeah, how did you know?” Buckler replied as he trotted up to the neon green Stallion.

“Boss is waiting for you. Take these.” He grunted as he put three blue glow sticks around the slightly smaller stallion’s neck. “She said she would find you on her break and to enjoy your drinks on the house.”

“Umm…ok then I guess. Thank you…Sorry, what is your name?”

“Big Bass.” He said as he opened the door for Buckler. “Enjoy your time here at Syn Trotters.” He called over his shoulder as Buckler walked into the club.

Once inside Buckler looked around and saw what looked to be an old jazz lounge redone into a club. The large stage had stairs leading up to it for ponies to dance around the tower that had been built to house the DJ and their equipment. It was like one of the guard towers keeping the DJ out of harm’s way but still allowing them to see everything that was going on. It still had the large circular booths to allow those who wanted to rest and drink to do so without compromising the need for dance space. Lights flashed all across the club almost in rhythm to the music. On stage there was at least thirty ponies dancing and enjoying the pounding bass pouring out of nowhere. Buckler took it all in and went over to the bar, which was behind a wall of sound proof glass.

“Evening there, Mr. VIP, what can I get you to drown yerself in?” the buttercup yellow unicorn mare tending the bar asked cheerfully. She smiled as she gestured to all the bottles behind her.

“How did you know I was a VIP?” Buckler asked as he took in the vastness of her selections.

“Blue glow sticks mark VIPs, while green mark those who have can drink, and red marks the minors who cannot drink. Blue ones also come in ranks so we know what you are allowed to have access to and how important you are. You, my cute little stallion, are a Grade Three which means you are of the utmost importance. Second one in Syn’s history as a matter of fact.” She informed him. “If you see anything you like let me know and I will whip it up for you.” She winked and sauntered off to take care of a mare who was waving her down for a drink.

Buckler watched her go enjoying the view before he remembered that he should be focusing on what he wanted to drink over enjoying the nice view of her plot. He looked at the rows of bottles recognizing a few and decided on a nice whiskey to have a whiskey sour made out of. He looked back her and saw her making three drinks while easily holding a conversation with her customer. He looked her cutie mark and saw a red tulip which made him give pause; somepony who has a flower for a cutie mark serves drinks, which was strange. He snapped back to attention as he saw her now standing in front of him again.

“Know what you are hankering for?” she asked smiling brightly.

“Well your name would be a lovely start” Buckler said without thinking. He facehooved after realizing what he said.

She laughed gently, “My name is Red Tulip, but my friends just call me Tulip.”

Buckler just sat there looking at her happily. Her laugh was softer than silk. “Can I have a whiskey sour then? Made with 10 year old Hickory Pressed whiskey, triple shot please.”

“Triple shot for a first drink? Either you are a pro or something is bothering you.” She said as she started to make his drink.

“Second one,” he said as she set his drink in front of him. Tulip raised her eyebrow and motioned him to continue. “I have to meet my sister and she hasn’t seen me in six years and I never know how she is going to react. She was against me going into the guard but I knew where I belonged and I went against her wishes…”

“Which I knew was going to happen no matter how hard I tried to convince you otherwise.” A voice sounded out from behind Buckler which made his blood freeze, before turning he quickly downed his drink.

“H-hey there sis...” he said with a pseudo grin plastered on his face. She quickly trotted over to him and raised her hoof rapidly; Buckler flinched knowing what was about to happen. Vinyl however did not strike him instead she pulled him into a tight hug. With tears slowly falling from behind her signature shades, she held onto him not wanting to let him go. Once his shock had worn off he embraced her as well. Eventually they broke of the deeply needed reunion hug.

After she had regained her composure she looked him square in the eyes which was hard considering he was a head taller than her. She beckoned him closer to her, as Buckler bent down she slugged him right in the jaw. “That was for not writing in THREE years, you stupid little hoof sucker, worried me half to death! Of all the STUPID things you have done...running off to join the guard without so much as a SINGLE word to me. You COULD HAVE died or something! If you ever do something like this to me EVER again, I WILL rip your bucking wings off you GOT me!?” After every raised tone in her voice she jabbed him hard in the chest. Anger flowed off of her in waves.

“Yes, ma’am.” he said wincing at all the fresh bruises as he flexed them checking for any major injuries. The only one that actually hurt was his jaw. At least her right hook has not gotten any better.

“Now then little Buckie care to explain why you didn’t invite me to your graduation?” she demanded as she sat down beside him at the bar and looked at her bartender. “The usual, Tulip.” Tulip nodded as she moved away to make the drink. Buckler on the other hand looked terrified of what was about to come.

“W-well, Vinyl, I did not think you would want to come since you were opposed to me joining the guard. So I did not send you an invite since I was worried you were going to be furious at me for joining and ignoring your wishes. I knew that joining the Guard was what I was going to do since I was a colt, but you were afraid of me getting hurt.” Buckler said as he avoided her looking at him.

“I only wanted you to be safe, you were all I had left in this world. Losing you would kill me. I was mad at first and wanted to drag your sorry flank home, but a friend told me that if you constantly crowd a plant it can never blossom into what it should be; all things need space to grow and a light to follow to gain strength.” She sighed as she looked away from him, “It killed me to let you go but I knew I was just being selfish, so I decided to follow my own dream and built this club. Took me several years to finish and get enough people hired to keep her running, but it was well worth it.”

“How did you afford this?” he asked worried as to what she had done to get that many bits.

“I sold everything I had of value to get this place and rebuilt it by myself to what you see now. I sunk everything into it and hoped it would pay off in the end.” she said wistfully as she looked at all her hard work.

“I am proud of you, sis.”

“Thanks and I am proud of you as well, kiddo” she said pulling him into an embrace. Tulip cleared her throat and pointed at the clock above the bar. Vinyl looked up and saw what time it was “Sorry, Buckie, gotta go pump out some more tunes to keep the ponies happy.”

“I got your drink down at the end of the bar, Vinyl” Tulip said as she trotted away to where she had left the drink. Vinyl nodded as she broke the embrace and said her goodbyes. Once Vinyl had reached where Tulip was waiting she was greeted by a slightly icy glare.

“What’s wrong there Red?” she asked worried that someone had been rude to her again.

“When are you going to tell him?” Tulip asked coldly.

“Tell him what?”

“You bucking know what!” she growled at her boss.

Vinyl shifted nervously as she came into the full force of her friend’s fury. “I don’t know alright. How could I tell him after all these years? I don’t want him to be hurt.”

Tulip softened as she saw Vinyl’s tears flowing again. She pulled the crying mare into a tight hug as she softly stroked her mane. “Shh...It will be alright, but he needs to know sooner rather than later.” She said softly into her friend’s ear. “Now go on; your rabid fans are waiting for you to lift their spirits.”

Vinyl smiled and grabbed her drink. She quickly walked through a door beside the bar; soon the soundproof glass started vibrating again as the DJ cranked her bass as loud as it would go.

Buckler sat and watched as the two mares talked. He realised that over the past six years they had both changed and grown into strong ponies that their parents would have been proud of. He remained lost in thought as Tulip pranced back to join him.

“...nice isn’t it?”

“I am sorry what?” Buckler muttered in embarrassment that he had not heard half of what she had been saying to him.

Tulip smiled and repeated herself, “Her music is nice isn’t it?”

“Oh...umm...honestly I never knew my sister was all that into music. She never showed any interest in it when I was a colt. We mostly only saw each other once I was out of school and she was always so tired after she got off work that she mostly just liked to talk about my day. She always looked after me and tried to help me whenever she could. She was the best sister I could have asked for; I wanted to make her proud and decided to join the Guard once I was old enough to show her what I had become thanks to her. I am glad that she now has this place though, I have not seen her smile so much in a very long time.” Buckler said smiling proudly as he watched Vinyl pump out beats.

“She should be very proud of what you have become,” Tulip said smiling grandly. “Now what else can I get you, Mr. VIP?”

“Nothing else, I want to keep a clear head so I can remember this night for a long time.”

As the night progressed they talked about many things, from music to Canterlot gossip. They quickly became good friends and he found himself coming back to the club every night for the next week. Time moved very fast for Buckler as he spent time reconnecting with his sister and getting to know her workers. However, as the week reached it’s conclusion he was not able to come as much since he had to prepare for the Goddess of the Night’s return. He spent what little time he now had learning about etiquette from a thousand years ago and its strange customs. He and Ace worked hard training together so they could react without communicating. Ace also taught him what was expected of him as a guard while in court: where to stand, how to stand, and how to look for unseen dangers by observing ponies body language. As time went on Buckler realized his importance as one of the first in the reestablished Lunar Guards, but tomorrow he would be put to the test.

Tomorrow is coming, but the night shall stay a little longer than planned. Giving birth to the Nightmare of old, and her fall which heralds the return of our Princess Luna.

A/N Hey guys sorry it took so long. I have had a lot on my plate at work what with All Hallow's Eve coming up...yes we are getting ready for that since I work in candy at Wal*Mart. Also started working out 3 day a week and learning to make a chainmail shirt lol. Anyways I will try to get updates out more often now that I kinda have a balance again.

Arrival and Trial

‘With the founding of the Royal Guard of Equestria it was decided by the Sisters of Day and Night that there would be three guards. One would be the elite chosen by the Sun, the next was chosen by the Moon, and those not chosen would make up the Royal Guard. Each sister selected her guards based on different values. Princess Celestia valued intelligence and bravery over all else; however, Princess Luna valued determination and cunning more than any other traits.

All three guards slowly grew in strength and skill through the years. The history of the Guards are well established and filled with various heroes and champions, but even the greatest of these ponies could not stop the darkest part of their history from happening. Before any could understand where she came from, there arose a Nightmare who sought to cover the land in eternal night.

The Lunar Guards knew what had happened and upheld their allegiance to the Princess even though it meant going against the rest of Equestria. A long battled ensued causing chaos to be ever present while the war raged. After princess Celestia wielded a mighty power against her sister, and banished her to the moon, the Lunar Guard was disbanded. The remaining members were pardoned, but they were treated as outcasts by everypony who knew them...’

Slowly the sun shined through the windows at the Canterlot Library. Many books lined countless shelves and on multiple floors. Ponies could be seen reading various books anywhere from cookbooks to the latest Daring Do novel.

As ponies bustled to and fro, a bright sapphire blue pegasus was quickly searching the library. It was clear he was not looking for a good novel to curl up and read. Eventually Ace found what he was searching for when he heard the soft snoring coming from a table covered with stacks of thick books in the history section.

Behind this wall of literature was Buckler with his head resting on a book. Ace chuckled softly while quietly moving closer to his sleeping comrade. Ace slammed his hoof onto the table. Buckler jumped up and fell out of his seat, but quickly rolled and assumed a defensive position to ward off any oncoming attacks. Buckler groaned as he figured out who had awoken him.

“And good morning to you too sunshine.” Ace said while laughing. He watched as Buckler picked up his knocked over chair and set it up under the table.

“I just want you to know how much I hate you right now.” Buckler glared daggers at him. “Why did you wake me up like an asshole?”

“Well aside from your pretending you were back in school, the Night has returned to us.” Ace grinned as he watched Buckler catch his meaning. “And as faithful knights we must answer our summons else we must learn to fear shadows.”

“When?”

“Now.”

“But I am not ready. I need to clean up some and prepare to...” suddenly Buckler felt as though he was being pressed and squeezed through a very long tube. He landed with a soft thud onto stone flooring. What the buck just happened to me!? Dizzily he scanned his surroundings, until his eyes fell upon an alicorn. She was smaller than Celestia and her coat was a soft blue-lavender color. He quickly realized this was Princess Luna and rose to his hooves then kneeled.

“Graced by moonlight, blessed by her might. Hail Princess of Moon and Night”

“Rise Buckler. I am most pleased you know the proper way to greet me by my guard. How did you know it? I assumed it had been lost and then forgotten over the last thousand years.” her voice was soft like a gentle breeze. Buckler felt comforted and rose from his kneeling position.

“I have spent some time researching you and your Lunar Guard protocols.” he answered.

“Well that is surprising, since most of the history of my Lunars was destroyed or lost. I understand it that you have been studying intensely awaiting my return.” she said thoughtfully.

“How did you know that I have been studying since you only just returned to us?” Buckler inquired.

“Sister told me of you and Ace, and mentioned how you both were working so hard to be prepared to help in my return. At first I was upset that she only gave me two guards, it felt as though she didn’t trust me. She told me that was never her intention, she merely did not wish to overwhelm me. Still I felt slighted that she gave me a new recruit..” at this Buckler looked down till she lifted his face and gave a gentle smile.

“She told me of how you were not just any recruit, but one that matched my preferences in guards. One who had learned several of my Lunar Cycle Style techniques without my teaching it to them. The first to do that in over 900 years. She told me of your fight with the cockatrice and how you killed it to save another knowing that if you failed, he would be turned to stone and you soon after. I have already tested Ace and have agreed to let him be my commander, but you have yet to prove yourself.” Luna looked over at him smiling and threw a small parcel.

Buckler caught the parcel and opened it and saw a shortsword. As he tested it he noticed that Luna had also pulled out a sword and was watching him expectantly. Why does she have a sword? Oh buck me, she wants to test my combat skills.

He quickly shifted into a combat stance and watched her intently. Slowly they began to circle, judging and waiting to see who would make the first move. Luna swung first aiming for Buckler’s chest; however, he countered then immediately went for a disarm. Luna saw this and moved her hoof out of the way and used her wing to push Buckler off to the side causing him to miss. She immediately took advantage of him being overextended by throwing a strong hoof catching him in the shoulder. Buckler grunted and used his momentum to roll away and return to his defensive stance. Buckler took to the air and quickly flew at her using the Striking Crescent Slash. Luna easily countered it and kneed him hard in the chin.

“Do you think I do not know how to stop my own techniques!? I created that style, I know its strengths and its flaws. You learned them from a book and cannot possibly know their potential!” Luna yelled as she flipped him over her back.

Buckler landed hard. She is good. Definitely too good to defeat openly. I am bucked if she counters all my attacks. He shifted into the Full Moon’s Defense, but before he was ready Luna was already in his defenses. He swung anyways knowing it was going to be countered. As he predicted Luna blocked with her sword. Buckler braced himself before receiving a strong hoof to the face. Buckler slammed into the wall, and dropped hard to the ground and didn't move.

“Buckler!” Horrified Luna ran over to his fallen form.

Gotcha! As Luna bent over to exam him, Buckler slammed his head into her unprotected chest catching her off guard . Luna fell backwards and hit the floor the breath knocked out of her. Buckler rolled over and pinned her to the ground with his sword by her neck, “I believe I win Princess Luna” she simply smiled and the next thing Buckler knew his body was floating. This is going to end badly... He watched as her horn glowed and the next thing he knew he was slammed into the ceiling with both swords crossing over his neck.

“Actually Buckler, you lose,” she wheezed as she clutched her chest.

“I yield,” he agreed, knowing he stood no chance. The swords pulled away and he was lowered to the ground.

“Sister was correct: you meet my standards for a guard. Though I would not recommend pretending to be knocked out. Most ponies would simply put a sword through you to make sure you did not get back up. Now kneel and swear the oath before me and rise knowing you are my Lunar Guard till I release you or until Death has claimed you as his,” Luna declared.

He knelt, “As breath flows through my lungs, I will continue to fight. Under the darkest of days, and beneath moonless nights. I will protect the Sun and Moon, with all of my might. My duty is to Equestria, and every one of its plights.”

She motioned for him to rise, “Good. Now as for your armor, I have not finished designing and enchanting it so it will be a little while longer before you get the armor you so crave.”

“I’m going to be sore in tomorrow…” Buckler looked up in confusion as he rose, “What do you mean crave?”

“Sister told me of how disappointed you were at your graduation when you did not receive your armor.”

“That was merely shock that I was not put into either guard! It had nothing to do with getting any armor.” Buckler protested.

Luna laughed lightly, “Well then let us get Lt. Ace down here and Celestia as well so we can finish.” Luna’s horn lit up and suddenly Ace appeared on the floor with a half eaten daisy sandwich.

“Your Highness, I asked you not to do that again.” Ace said looking sadly at what was left of his sandwich now on the ground.

“Once you are finished mourning your loss and Sister shows up you can get lunch from the chefs in the castle kitchen.” Luna said looking at her new commander in amusement.

“Where is the Princess? And why didn’t you teleport her here against her will?” Ace asked looked over with a grin.

“Simply put I am not at my full power, and she has barriers up that I cannot penetrate until I restore my powers more. Also I will have to catch up on the latest spells and incantations, as I am sure more have been developed since my banishment.” she stated matter of factly.

“Well you had enough to beat me in combat.” Ace muttered as he picked himself up off the stone floor, and flexing his wings.

“That’s because you thought I would be weak and intimidated by your flashy moves. At least Buckler tried to fight me straight forward and somewhat honestly.” Luna stated evenly.

Finally someone knocked Ace down a little. Buckler thought amused. The Princess gave him with a sharp look. Buckler swallowed hard.

“Remember one thing my Lunars. In my service you will learn of the night and all it has to offer. You will learn of what it keeps hidden, you will learn to respect it, and how to harness its power. Abuse this power and you will learn why it is wise to fear that which you cannot see.”

“Straight to business as always.” Celestia chuckled as she walked into the room. Ace and Buckler quickly bowed. “Rise Lunars, you now serve Luna and in private you are not required to bow to me. But tell me sister how did they fare?”

“Ace tried to overwhelm me with fast and flashy moves in an attempt to cause me to panic. He hopefully learned that not all are afraid to be injured in order to defeat their opponent. Buckler fought me head on, but noticed he could not defeat me within normal conditions. He acted like I knocked him unconscious and as I drew in he headbutted me in the chest and winded me. Since rules were cast aside I used magic to pin him to the ceiling.” Luna recounted. “They both passed; however, I will need to teach them my personal techniques so they can know of their strengths and weaknesses.”

“I’m glad you approve of them, but it looks as if you took a lot out of them.” Celestia said looking over Ace and Buckler.

“I did not intend to do so. I thought myself out of practice and needed a chance to exam how far my skills had fallen.”

You gotta be kidding me! She is out of practice and she easily kicked my flank from here to Trottingham and back... Buckler felt crushed and frustrated that his skills were sub-par.

“Perhaps you should give them the rest of the day off to rest and be fresh tomorrow?” Celestia mused.

“Yes,” Luna said looking at both her Lunars, be at my chambers at an hour before dusk. Other than that you are both dismissed.” Buckler and Ace saluted then left the chamber.

“Good job kid, you passed your first hurdle as an official guard.” Ace said patting him on the pack causing Buckler to wince at the tender spots on his back and wings flared up in pain.

“That bucking hurts!”

“Then grow a pair and get used to it. We have a tough job and we have to get through these things stoically.” Ace stated.

“You know sometimes I cannot tell if you are a fool who lucked his way into your position or if you put on a farce to lull ponies into a false sense of security.” Buckler muttered through clenched teeth.

“Who is the bigger fool, the fool or the one who follows him?” Ace asked grinning.

Buckler rolled his eyes. “See you tomorrow I am going to take a shower to relax my muscles.”

“Say hi to your sister for me.”

“Who said I was…” he turned to glare but found the hallway empty. How the buck does he do that? Buckler shook his head. “Down that path leads to madness.”

Buckler walked to the Lunar tower and as he climbed the flights of stairs to get to the showers he paused thinking he heard something. He listened carefully trying to figure out what it was, but all he heard was the flickering of flames and the leaves dancing in the wind. Figuring his tired mind was playing tricks on him, he went and took a long hot shower to relax his aching body.

Once Buckler finished refreshing himself he decided it was time to go and sample the nightlife that Canterlot had to offer. After all he realized it was his last night before serving under the Princess of the Night. As Buckler thought of what music and booze he was going to sample as he left the tower, hushed whispers once again resumed under Celestia’s final new moon.

May the moon’s light never fail to shine else the nightmare return to haunt us again.

-Unknown

Author's Note

At long last the newest Chapter in The Three Guards!!