The Amulet of Shades

by Sparkle Cola

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Luna, Thriller, Drama, Original Character, Princess Celestia, Main 6, Discord, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 123644

Unfortunately, the Nightmare Moon Incident had one further complication...

It's been nine years since Twilight's ascension, and her relationship with her friends has never been stronger. While many things have changed about their respective lives, Twilight and her friends remain very close.

Unfortunately, their heroism will need to be called upon again, but this time, they may not be enough. The Nightmare Moon Incident had one more complication, one final loose end. One pony, thought forever lost to the passage of time, returns. And she will have her mother free... or die trying.

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Published 2017-04-07 17:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-04-10 07:14:34 UTC

Chapter One Part B: Exile

Mavis' hoofblade slashed across the back of the monster's neck. She hoped that by scoring a cut as deep as possible, she might damage the creature’s spinal cord sufficiently to paralyze it, or at least render it unable to mount any further threat. Not knowing whether the armored plates covering the neck area were comparable to those of a dragon, Mavis pushed her mind to think of how she could react once her hooves met the ground. If her attack were to simply bounce off, she needed to have a plan B ready to go fast.

That’s IF my hooves meet the ground first.

There was a deep schlick as the blade hit home, carving a slit through the brute's flesh before jerking to an abrupt stop against something much harder. The impact wrenched Mavis’s right shoulder backwards, violently slowing her down and causing her to cartwheel over. The forest pitched over sideways and then upside down as Mavis spun out of control.

With her flight speed hot, Mavis knew she only had an instant to react in an effort to minimize the damage. She flared her wings and shot her hooves out in a desperate effort to slow her angular momentum, but the roll caused her to hooves to simply be in the wrong spot. She didn’t even have time to cringe before she hit.

Tumbling across the ground, Mavis registered slashes and impacts as branches and vines tore at her hide. Those slashes were soon forgotten as she collided with a tree trunk, pain exploding across her left ribs and wing as she bounced off to the side. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, and she winced as she struggled to breathe. Struggling to reorient herself, she noted there was also sharp pain at her right elbow, with almost electric-like shocks shooting down to her hoof.

A throaty roar let Mavis know that she had at least scored a good hit. Whether it was good enough to protect her own hide or not was yet to be determined. Gasping, she fought to regain her footing as she scanned the foliage ahead. If this creature was as hardy as it seemed, she wouldn’t get the luxury of checking her wounds. Planting her three good hooves on the ground, she gutted through her vertigo and stood up. The creature couldn’t be more than ten to fifteen meters behind the bramble she just crashed through. Why couldn’t she see?

Confused for a moment, Mavis reached up to tap at the night-vision setting of her VEOS-V. Instead of pressing against the embedded amulet on the side of the device, her hoof pressed against the side of her forehead.

Ah, bloody brilliant. That roll in the bushes must have dislodged my goggles. Tartarus, tonight just gets better and better!

Snapping her gaze back and forth, Mavis spread her wings, preparing to take flight at first visual. Ground-to-air combat tactics, the same ones she’d drilled into the minds of the recruits back in Canterlot, demanded that she get a positive visual before blindly picking a vector for take-off. She had seen it time and time again: still-green recruits taking flight in a panic, flying right into a waiting snare or trap, or Celestia forbid, the jaws of a creature. She knew better. She also knew that it had been about ten years since she'd seen any real action in the field, having only worked as an instructor. She wiped some grit from her eye and looked around wildly again.

“C’mon you reptilian fortress. Give me a—”

The rest of what she had to say was drowned out in another roar as the beast charged straight in, tearing through the foliage as if it were nothing but tulips. Either the brute was too stupid to flank its prey, or it’s armor was so tough it couldn’t be bothered with what little damage she could do. Mavis hoped she had enough tricks up her sleeve to not lose a limb. Or her life.

Well, come on then!

Mavis reared up, hoofing a flask from her bandolier. She ripped the stopper away with her teeth, and crouched, preparing to take evasive maneuvers. The monster continued charging forward, ever intent on its prey. Its prey merely flicked her wrist, sending the opened flask sailing right down the brute's gullet. The impact was heralded with a muffled burst before a flash of fire erupted from its mouth.

Grinning in satisfaction, Mavis sprang back, giving ground before she pivoted on a hoof to spring off into flight. However, her left wing had other ideas, and on the first downward flap Mavis cried out in pain, a tearing sensation lancing through the shoulder joint. Without grace or form, she tumbled forwards about three meters before flopping onto the back of her head with a thud. Dully, she noted the knock sounded a little hollow. Scrambling and trying to ignore the numerous pain sources that were now clamoring for attention, she rolled over her other shoulder and tried to regain her hooves.

Ow... Wing must be busted. Tempest, I hope you are a light sleeper, cause I would really rather not become the main entree tonight.

***

Tempest flew off of her bed roll, startled awake by a painfully loud roar. Tumbling out of her tent, she whipped her head back and forth before noticing some thing in the dim light of her dwindling campfire. Whatever it was, it was huge, and roared as it ran headlong into the bramble, making its way towards the brook. She didn’t know why the beast was heading away from her campsite, but she wasn't going to stop it and ask a few clarifying questions. The thing might just pick up a quick snack and chew thoughtfully while thinking up a reply.

Wait a minute. Where’s Summer Wind?

A sudden eruption of green fire caught Tempest's attention, the flames spewing forth from the creature's mouth.

Not good! Of all the predators for me to come across, why did it have to be a dragon? I suppose Summer Wind is already lost to it's clutches... unless he turned chicken and fled.

Tempest brought up her magic and focused on her Alicorn Amulet. It didn't have near the energy that it used to, but she judged it was still more than a match for a moderately sized dragon. Digging deep into her magical reserves, Tempest directed her magical energies into the Amulet, releasing a furious bolt of energy. She watched as her aim proved true, piercing the creature cleanly as the energy continued on, flashing great shadows from the surrounding brush as it slammed into the opposite bank of the river. The beast crumpled to the ground from the shot, twitching a few times before growing still.

Giving a sigh of relief, Tempest's hackles suddenly rose again as her eyes were drawn to some movement behind the smoking heap. Readying her magic, she began to tap into the amulet again before she noticed a pegasus mare emerging from the thicket. The pony had a cap over her mane, though the covering struggled to completely contain her prodigious braided locks. She wore a camouflage bodysuit, fitted with utility pockets and a bandolier, and her left wing seemed to be hanging at an odd angle. The mare made eye contact and grinned, inclining her head with a bow.

“Well now! That was quite the shot, if I do say so meself.” She reached up, straightening her cap and tucking her blond braids back under. “In my humble opinion, t’was rather anticlimactic though, don’t you think, Temp? Skewering the poor brute with a beam of supercharged plasma? For Celestia’s sake, have ya ever heard of overkill?”

Tempest couldn’t believe her eyes. “Mavis?” Tempest gasped. "What in Luna’s starry skies are you doing here?”

“Well lass, somepony had to make sure you didn’t go losin’ yer head during your little camping holiday.” Tempest grinned at Mavis’ Griffish accent, something the mare could easily hide, but seemed to always let out when relaxing around friends. Mavis tried to extend her wings in one of her cocky poses, but winced with the attempt. Growing concerned, Tempest intensified her light spell and trotted forward for a closer look.

Before Tempest could see her clearly, Mavis had turned, trotting back into the brush and reeds again. As Tempest wordlessly followed, the pegasus unclasped her bandolier, dropping it to the ground while she started to search the vicinity muttering to herself. Tempest found herself unable to contain her curiosity any more. “Did you lose something, Aunt Slushy?”

Mavis bolted upright and whirled on her. “Oi! I haven’t taken on the guise of your kooky neighbor for years, you little upstart! That’ll be Major Morel to you!” She ducked back down to root through a few more clumps of taller grasses, grumbling under her breath about not receiving a visit from her little ‘upstart niece’ in over six years and only receiving the occasional card.

Tempest pursed her lips, watching the pegasus look around for another few moments. She'd known her aunt for too many years to take any offense at her brusque manner, so she waited for the other horseshoe to fall. Mavis had been present in her earliest memories, a constant influence to her and a best friend of her adoptive earth pony mom, Sweet Potato. Ms. Morel gradually became known as Auntie Morel, until at age six Tempest had given her the moniker Auntie Slushroom after watching her brew mushrooms into a sludgy potion of some kind.

After a moment, Mavis turned around with a smirk. Before long, the smirk morphed into a grin, until Tempest returned it with a snicker, until the both of them finally broke into hearty fits of laughter. Tempest sat back on her haunches, wiping the tears from her eyes. She couldn’t help herself—she had been traveling without hope or a friendly face for ten days, and she was emotionally past exhaustion. This exchange was like a breeze of cool air on a stifling night. She trotted up and met her old friend in a warm hug.

The pegasus winced again and gave a cough of pain. “Ah! Easy on the ol’ ribs there, lass; and watch the wing. Took a bit of a tumble there when I tussled with your party crasher.”

Startled, Tempest let her friend go only to see Mavis turn and start searching through the thicket again, mumbling something that sounded like ‘stupid vay-oh’s fives.’

“So… are we hunting mushrooms again?”

Mavis hesitated for half a second before she resumed searching “Mushrooms… Yeah, good one Lass... I think—” Before she could reply further, Tempest activated a modified light spell, brilliantly illuminating everything within a ten-meter radius by making the ground glow. It was probably overkill for what she needed, but after seeing Mavis for the first time in such a long while, Tempest was filled with an immature yearning to show off a little.

“What in the name of—“ Mavis clutched at her heart before whirling about and pointing an accusing hoof at Tempest. “Warn me before you do something like that, you... you horn-headed boffin!”

Tempest only cocked her head innocently to the side. Snorting, Mavis glared for a moment more before bending to search again, this time squinting in the glow. Two seconds later, her eyes lit up she found what she was hunting for. “Ah, there ye are!” Standing back up, she used a combination of her right wing and left hoof to slip a goggle-like device over her forehead.

As Mavis walked past, Tempest’s eyes widened in surprise. “Is that amulet-enhanced eye-wear?” Her voice quivered with excitement. “With three crystals set along the right side of the device, does it have more than one function?”

“What, these things?” Mavis gave a mild harrumph in mock irritation. “If you hadn’t been such a hermit these past few years, doing Luna-knows-what, you would have known more about the newest applications your amulets have helped to pioneer. These are just the most recent developments in visual enhancement, though it’s only for military purposes. And a word of advice: don’t fly while the magnification mode is activated—should be printed on the side as not recommended. Never been given such a start in me life!”

“Oh?” Tempest failed to hide a smirk.

“Bah. You groundbound ponies wouldn’t understand. I know! Sprint as fast as you can towards a brick wall and then switch the mode on. Give ‘er a try an’ experience the thrill!” She held the device out.

Tempest was openly smiling again. “No thank you.”

“Anyhoo, this is the VEOS-V, the unified guard's new Vision Enhancing Omni-purpose Surveyor." Mavis slipped the goggles back on before she started tapping little amulets to the side, each tap producing a slightly different color gradient on the lenses. "It can magnify objects at a distance ten times, and this crystal here enhances night vision for those of us lacking thestral blood. And this third crystal below is a new feature: heat detection, illuminating anything hotter than the surrounding environment.” Mavis furrowed her brow and began to mutter to herself. “If I hadn’t been such a git, I would’ve had that mode activated and caught with that beastie sooner.”

That reminded Tempest. “Where is Lance Corporal Summer Wind?”

Mavis wrinkled her nose in distaste. “What, that wanker? I relieved him of duty. Turns out he was a little lax on his assignment… Any reason he took up a station so far off?”

Tempest felt some color rise to her cheeks. “I might have… offered to warm him up.”

Mavis raised a brow in surprise. “Oh?”

“By lighting his tree on fire.” Tempest gave a weak smile.

Mavis’ other brow headed up to join the first before she gave a loud guffaw. “Oh really?” She continued to chortle for a few moments. “Well, in all honesty I don’t think he felt too threatened.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, let’s just say I spied him setting up his bed, getting ready to take a kip.”

Tempest frowned as she thought about that. She wasn't sure what Mavis meant by 'kip,' but could infer her meaning by the context.

“Still… Tree on fire, eh?” The older pegasus smiled mischievously. “That isn’t like you Tempy… but I like it. Oh—and you are welcome, by the way.” Mavis placed more wood on the fire, the flickering light revealing a wince as she pushed it into the flame. “I sprained me left wing in the battle. While it doesn’t hurt as much as my elbow, a wing is a mite more important out here!”

"Um, yeah, thanks.“ Tempest said. "Anything I can do?”

“Well, now. I’m glad you asked, Tempy." Mavis turned from the fire, the soft light flickering across the right side of her face. "I need my gear." She pointed her good wing up at a large oak where her gear was ensconced along with her hammock. "But in my current condition, it’s rather out of reach. Would you mind too terribly magicking it down for me?”

Tempest followed her hoof, spotting the station in the upper reaches of a nearby tree. “Sure Mav. Although, I can’t really see much up there. I don’t suppose you’d mind too terribly if I gave your VEOS a trial run?” She tried to hide her grin.

"Cheeky little upstart." Mavis said, chuckling in the back of her throat. She pulled off her goggles before hoofing the device over. Tempest took it eagerly, pulling it over her eyes before blinking in surprise as the forest around her seemed to light up in the green glimmering display. She gave the crystals on the side a few taps, testing the different settings of the device.

"Whoa!" Tempest's grin grew ear to ear, quickly looking from tent, to tree, to distant bluff. Finally, she turned to regard her companion, looking for all the world like a green-eyed bug with its mouth hanging open. “Wow! This is something! Wicked cool…" Tempest continued to alter the settings, still staring at Mavis with an amused smirk. "Heh, you look kind of funny, all green-glowy and stuff.”

“Sure, sure.” Mavis rolled her eyes. “Get it out of your system, Tempy. Just like all the rest of my recruits.”

Giving a gasp of surprise, Tempest was no longer smiling. “Oooh, Mav! You’re covered in cuts and scratches!”

“Aye. And if you’re done there faffin’ around with me equipment, you can help a mare and keep her from getting all gammy!"

“Right, right... Wait hang on!"

Tempest had been in the middle of taking off the VEOS-V when a sudden thought took her. Snapping them back in place, she spun around and tapped the magnification crystal, staring at the moon. She studied the magnified image, her eyes darting from crater to crater, from shadowy maria to the glowing plains. After a moment, the image became hazy as Tempest’s eyes filled with tears. It was a nice thought, but there was no sign of her mother up there—it was barren... lifeless.

My attack on Celestia... It was my one chance to make things right. To bring my mother back. I thought I was prepared! I thought I could win... I wasn't even close.

“You alright there, Temp? What are you—oh.” Mavis fell silent for a moment while Tempest kept staring up at the moon. After a pause, Tempest felt a hoof press gently across her shoulders. “Tempest? Look, I’m sorry that—”

“—It’s fine, Mav.” Tempest yanked the goggles free, sniffling before wiping at her muzzle with a hoof. “Totally fine. I’ll get your gear.”

Tempest began to hoof the VEOS back over before she thought better of it and slipped them back on, trotting over the tree where Mavis' gear was stored. Switching back to night vision, she looked over the encampment: a hammock stretched tightly between two limbs, and a clump of bags fasted to the girth of the trunk with a strap. Struggling for a moment, she puzzled out the knots before working her telekinesis just so, undoing the tie-downs and then lifting all of the gear in the air.

Mavis chewed on her lip as she watched, relaxing just a bit once her gear made contact with the ground. "Nicely done there, lass." The pegasus trotted away from the fire to where Tempest had set down her gear. Rummaging through the larger of the two saddlebags, she pulled out a flask before unstoppering it and gulping down a few swallows.

Watching with interest, Tempest’s curiosity was peaked. “Healing potion, or strong cider?”

“Neither. And I wouldn’t want to heal anything just yet anyway, just in case something is dislocated. Wouldn’t be pleasant to magically tighten up the ligaments if the bone isn’t where it’s supposed to be. This here is a pain killer.”

“So… cider then.”

“Oh, hah hah...” Mavis slid the bottle back into the bag. Rummaging around again, she pulled out some bandages and a jar of ointment. “How about a little less cheek, and a helping me with mine?" She pointed to the slashes across her rump.

Tempest gave her a weak smile. “Sorry.”

Tucking the bandages to her side with her injured leg, Mavis held up the jar of ointment with a wing before turning to Tempest. “Alright, what sorts of medical spells or scans do you know?”

Tempest frowned for a moment. “I didn’t take many electives in the medical branch of the Academy," Tempest said slowly. "I managed to pick up a few basic scanning and mending spells along the way, but... I sort of focused on spells of a different type. Well, those and amulets of course.”

Mavis narrowed her gaze for a moment before shrugging. “Remind me to ask you about that later.” She grunted as she straightened out the hammock on the ground before gingerly laying on her side trying to hide the fact that she was starting to shiver. Tempest pulled a blanket out of her tent spread it over top of Mavis' form, tucking it around the edges before using the hammock to pull Mavis closer to the fire. Despite her lack of medical training, she knew enough to recognize the signs of shock. Once there, Mavis turned her head, gritting her teeth to keep them from chattering. “So, scanning spells?”

“The best I have is a third-level scanning spell: it will let me see most of—”

“—Brilliant. Let ‘er rip.”

Nodding, Tempest closed her eyes, reviewing the mechanics of the spell. It had been awhile since she had used this one. Her horn started to glow again.

“Oh!” Mavis mused. “If I do have a fracture, Temp, do you think a mending spell would work? Especially if you amplify it with your amulet there?”

Tempest pursed her lips as her concentration was broken, and then sighed, scratching at her mane in frustration. She wasn’t exactly comfortable casting a spell that she hadn’t tried for years, and it made her nervous. “Look, uh… I don’t think we should really try that. I'm a little out of practice, and I'm not sure you want to sprout half a horn and a third wing.”

Mavis chuckled, laying back on the hammock and bunching up the blanket around her crest, her braids cascading out haphazardly. “No, no… that’s quite alright. You’re the horn-head. You know your onions.”

Tempest smiled at the Griffish vernacular. “Well then—shut up, or I’ll end up calling you Mavis More-wing.” Mavis opened her mouth to retort, but then thought better of it and just lied back down as Tempest’s horn began to glow. Tempest focused on the right foreleg first, frowning while she paused there for a moment. Scanning it again to be sure, Tempest then moved on to the main joint of the left wing.

While Mavis had been a special operative for Luna, it still shocked Tempest to see her injured. The last time was when she was only a filly, and she had no idea back then that Mavis was anything more than an exuberantly friendly neighbor. Now that she was seeing her like this, the idea frightened her. Tempest pulled the VEOS-V off with a sigh.

“So, your wing took quite a blow, and it looks like the main joint is sprained: lots of inflammation. You also managed to crack a few ribs. But your right elbow…”

Mavis looked at it. “Feels like it’s out. Is it out?”

Feeling ill, Tempest nodded. “Yeah. Your ulna bone has slipped right out of of the joint and is sitting behind the end of the humerus. Dislocated. What do you want to do?”

Mavis sat back up, pulling the blanket with her so it draped over like a hoodie. Her teeth weren't chattering as much. “Nothing much for it, but to fix it. Can’t very well hike the countryside with you on a dislocated elbow, now can I?”

“Well no, b-but, to reduce it? Isn’t that like, dangerous to do on your own?”

The pegasus quirked an eyebrow before pulling her hoodie back. “Dangerous? Lass, that Gnasher Lizard we just dealt with was dangerous. All we have to do here is perform a lil’ bit of backwoods osteopathic care!”

Mavis held her cocky grin for a moment before it slid off her face and she laid back down. “Besides, this darn thing has popped out before. Once I had to do it by myself while in the field. A bollockin’ good time, that was.”

Tempest tried to laugh at her joke, but only managed a dry cough. She was starting to feel queasy, as there were certain reasons why she didn’t delve further into medical studies. Specifically, the sight of trauma or blood quickly caused her stomach to churn. Moving closer, she forced the feeling down and extended a hoof. “What do you need me to do?”

“Heh. All you’re gonna do here, is hold my foreleg. Take your fetlock, and wrap it around mine like so… and then brace it against your body.”

Tempest’s eyes widened. “You want me to put you in a leg lock?!”

“Aye. Sounds about right. And whatever you do, whatever I say—even if Celestia herself were passing a smelly solar wind at ya—Don’t… Let… Go…”

Tempest could only look back, frozen in place. She wasn’t sure she could go through with this.

“You got that, Tempy? Ol’ Auntie Slushroom is countin’ on ya.”

Hearing a twinge of anxiety in Mavis’s voice shook Tempest out of her daze. She couldn’t remember any point in her life where Mavis sounded less than cocksure. Taking a moment to refocus, Tempest grabbed a firm hold of Mavis’s wrist. Aunt Slushy needed her, and she wouldn’t let her down. Even if she felt sick to her stomach, now was no time to be weak. She gulped noisily. “I understand Mavis. I won’t let go.”

“Good lass.” Mavis tested Tempest’s grip for a moment before giving an emphatic nod. “Good. Now here we go. One, two…” Before Mavis reached three, and before Tempest could think about backing out, the pegasus planted both her hind legs into Tempest’s barrel and pushed. The force yanked her forelimb straight, held as it was against Tempest’s body, and a audible clunk was heard.

“Gah!” Mavis hissed out in pain as she recoiled, cradling her limb to her body before breathing out a string of rather colorful curse words involving Celestia in general and her plot in particular. Luna's name was not mentioned, present company being considered.

Tempest hardly cared. Her stomach was lurching hard and she tasted bile. She turned and dove through a clump of tall grasses to reach the brook, unceremoniously heaving up whatever was left of her dinner. Once she had stopped and was using the water to rinse the foul taste out of her mouth, Tempest thought she could hear Mavis chuckling.

“So, if you’re done playing in the stream, I could use another favor." Tempest stumbled back to the campsite to find Mavis wrapping some poultices on some of her larger gashes, struggling to get the right angle to wrap one around her flank. "I can’t quite reach around well enough with a sprained wing. Could you help me to bandage this one?”

Nodding, Tempest got to work, swallowing uncomfortably as she wrapped the bandage as best she could. “Heh heh. yeah. Like wrapping a pony during our first aid studies in Filly Scouts. Good thing you made my mom sign me up, right?”

Mavis chuckled before she winced. “You were the most reluctant Filly Scout ever, Tempy. That being said, you also picked up new ideas the quickest. You always did pack quite the brain under that horn of yours. What did you think, that if you finished assignments before the other scouts they would let you to go home early?”

"Was worth a try," Tempest muttered. Finishing the bandage, she sat down to lean her head against Mavis’ shoulder. A peaceful quiet settled over the camp as Mavis and Tempest shared the same blanket joining their warmth together. Eventually, Tempest broke the silence, looking around furtively. “Do you think there are any more Gnashers out here? Geeze, Mav. When it strarted spurting flames, I thought it was a dragon!”

“Yes, it was a Gnasher Lizard. The flames you saw were from a flask of alchemist fire. I was trying to evade the brute, and thought giving him a case of heartburn would give me an opening. Heh. Turns out, you gave ‘im a bigger opening, what with that overpowered amulet of yours. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Tempest glanced down at her Amulet, lightly stroking the gem set in the front of the necklace with a pensive expression.

“To answer your question," Mavis continued. “We won't see anymore around here. Those creatures only pair up during the spring to make little gnashers, but other than that, they are very territorial. You didn't hear this guy..." Mavis picked up a rock and threw it at the downed beast in the brush. "Let's call 'im Earl. You didn't hear Earl over there because occasionally the bigger ones gain an ability to project an aura of silence around them. Kind of terrifying when you think about one sneaking up on you. And as for Earl? I’ve never seen bigger.”

Tempest gave a little shiver as she huddled closer to Mavis under the blanket. She knew Mavis was trying to comfort her, but her getting excited about the deadly nature of that carnivore didn’t help.

“Thanks, by the way,” Tempest said quietly. “Your fast actions kept my camping holiday, from coming to an abrupt end. Although, maybe that would just be better.”

Mavis was quiet for a moment before letting out a long sigh and draping her good wing around her niece. “Listen, Temp. I don't know everything about what you've been up to lately, but I am sorry all of this had to happen. Feathering Tartarus you're in quite the mess.”

Tempest didn’t answer, watching the fire pop and crackle for few minutes. Finally she stood up, shaking the blanket off and beginning to limber up her legs again before collecting a few loose items around the campsite.

“Listen, lass. I want to know what happened that night,” Mavis murmured. “But more than that, I want to know what you've been doing, hiding from everypony these last few years.”

Tempest readied a deflecting reply, but decided instead to stay silent. Mavis stood up to join her, cleaning up the site as well. “Listen. You you don’t have to tell me right now. Or at all, if you really don't want to. But more than anything you probably need a good friend right now. And a listening ear.” Mavis stretched her sprained wing out slightly, testing the joint a little. “But whatever you'd like to share, you don't need to worry about that right now. Right now you need your rest. Lot's to do tomorrow. Off you go, Lass.”

Tempest looked up, thankful for Mavis' comforting words. She wanted to talk about it, but needed to gather her thoughts. She was glad of the reprieve, and studied her tent before looking back at her friend. “Thanks Mav. I think that would be good. But what about your rest? You're injured—you need me to stand watch over you while you rest up?"

“Nay, lass. You don’t have the benefit of wings and a tree hammock. You have honored privilege of carrying some kind of curse with you, a curse that won’t let you stay two days in the same spot… You—” She began to smirk, “—are a Celestia-damned pony.”

“Oh, that’s brilliant, Mav.” Tempest rolled her eyes.

“Right? And as for me, I’ll be fine." She began stretching her wing out again. "I’m gonna help myself to some healing potion, followed by a little more pain reliever, and follow that with a few coffee chasers. By morning I’ll be able to wing my way back up to my spot in the trees. Then, after a few hours of sleep to refresh meself, I’ll catch up with you in the afternoon, aye?

Tempest nodded mutely, beginning to feel the effects of a post-adrenaline crash. It had been an eventful night, and now it was her turn to start shivering in the chilly night air. She wrapped Mavis in a deep hug, hoping the gesture would convey the great love and appreciation she had for this singular mare.

“I’ve got your back, Temp.” Mavis murmured as she patted Tempest's withers. “And thanks again for finishing off little Earl over there."

Tempest smiled at her words, and after exchanging a few well wishes, she entered her tent. Lying on her blanket, she drew comfort that she could still hear Mavis moving around.

“Aaaah,” Mavis sighed loudly. “Ugh. Why can’t they make healing potion taste like cider, or licorice eh? Oh maybe a warm chamomile? It is magical after all, right? Why not magically alter the taste?”

Tempest grinned as she replied through the tent wall. “Sounds like you should take it up with the brewer of said potion. Whatever was she thinking?”

“She’s thinking she’ll box your ears if you get too cheeky, you little upstart!” Tempest giggled in reply.

“G’night, Aunt Slushy. Wake me if there is any trouble, okay?”

“G’night, Temp. It’s good to see you again, lass.”

***

Mavis sat quietly, thinking while facing away from the fire, allowing her eyes to adjust to the low light. While it was unlikely a second Gnasher might come by, there were other predators out there, not to mention scavengers that would inevitably zero in on their location once the breeze carried the scent of the downed beast. Fortunately, potions science had an answer for that. Mavis slipped two vials out from the back of her bandolier and stood up with a shiver.

Fanning her uninjured wing out to get a more accurate sense of the wind’s speed and direction, Mavis focused as she concentrated. Satisfied with the info, she headed downwind retracting her wing as she walked. She pulled the stoppers out of each vial and began to scatter the contents in an arc across the wind's vector, trying her best to keep her sensitive nose away from the awful smell.

This should do it. Unless the wind surprises us and does a one-eighty.

The downwind perimeter having been set, Mavis returned to the fire. She began to employ standard night-guard procedures, such as rolling uncomfortable pebbles under the frogs of her hooves and humming a few energetic songs under her breath. As she bobbed back and forth to the music in her head, her mind wandered to the painful experience of her last conversation with Sweet Potato.

"To think, after all of this time everything was a lie! You moved into the house next door only a week after Tempest arrived! You helped me raise her! I thought of you like family and it was all a ruse? All of the time you spent in my home, the—the things we shared together!” Sweet Potato’s voice had been steadily climbing until it boiled over into a shaking rage, her earth pony muscles bunching in agitation. Tears streamed down her beige cheeks in an angry flow.

Mavis winced. This was exactly what she was afraid of, and now she was going to have to face the full force of this little earth pony’s wrath. The wrath of the most treasured friend she had ever had. She had never wanted to break her vow of secrecy as much as she did at this moment, but she couldn't betray the princess. Compared to hoof to hoof combat in the field, compared to the brutal physical training of the Lunar Special Ops—this was somehow worse.

Things had steadily become more strained, ever since Tempest's graduation from Sisters' Academy. Sweet Potato had become more and more distraught, finding her daughter to have returned such a changed pony. Instead becoming a confident and competent mare, Tempest was only cold and aloof—closed off and despondent, often spending many hours ensconced in her room. No friends ever came to call. No letters were sent or received.

Ever the watchful observer, Mavis waited. She was still under orders to protect Tempest, Luna's banishment notwithstanding. It was painful to watch the dynamic between Sweet and her precocious daughter become so strained. To watch the gentle and confident mother give way to fits of anxiety episodes of doubt and depression. Mavis had been hopeful that once her job was complete, and Tempest's identity went public, Sweet could perhaps be brought to the palace. Not only would Mavis be able to maintain their close relationship, but maybe Sweet could come into some type of privileged position, or even be granted a title and lands. Maybe then they could continue their wonderful relationship, and Sweet would come to know Princess Luna like family.

Instead, Luna was gone, and their prospects had become bleak. Tempest had become closed off to everypony, and the neighbors were murmuring some nonsense about her having gone psychotic. The young mare wasn't crazy, but she was intensely driven about something. Exactly what was anypony's guess—Tempest never opened up about any of it.

It went on like that for two and a half years, until one morning Tempest went from brooding to manic. She shocked her mother with rediscovered words of affection and love. It almost gave Sweet Potato emotional whiplash, but the mare couldn’t be happier.

That was when Rosemary Rune appeared. Rosemary was a unicorn researcher from the Canterlot Department of Magical Technologies. Apparently there had been a clandestine meeting and an exchange of a large sum of money, and this was when Tempest abruptly moved away. She promised to visit oft, and that her business was crucial to the core of Equestria, but over the next few years, she visited less and less until she disappeared altogether.

Nine years had passed since Tempest's graduation. Mavis had started using some of her paid time off to search for Tempest’s location, and find out if she was even alive. It was also during this time that Sweet discovered Mavis' true identity, after asking the right questions. She learned that Mavis' entire mission was to act as a body guard for the daughter of the princess, and when she cornered Mavis to ask her about it, she did not take the confirmation well.

***

Shaking her head, Mavis wrinkled her nose, pouring out the dregs of her fifth cup of coffee onto the fire. The eastern sky was beginning blush with the first hints of dawn. Mavis stood up again, stretching her legs and giving her wings a few test flaps before thinking better of it and snapping them back down to her sides to stay warm. The sprain was mending nicely but there was no need to push it yet.

Narrowing her eyes, she thought about the rest of her unfinished business with this beloved family. She would see Tempest to safety, and then she would seek Sweet Potato out, now that recent events had transpired. She owed it to Sweet to tell her the rest of the truth about what had happened, regardless of how the printed news would spin the story. Tempest had acted rashly, but she did so out of the dedicated feelings of her heart. She was trying to right a wrong, trying in her own misguided way to make the world a better place.

***

“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Aunt Slushy?”

“I should be fine,” Mavis replied, straining to finish her last wing-up. “While I may not be able to propel myself up to cloud level just yet, a simple tree-hammock will do me just fine. It'll be safe enough from scavengers and carrion birds as they close in on Earl over there.”

Tempest shuddered, looking at the grotesque reptile again in daylight conditions. “Well, if you are sure. See you in the afternoon?”

“Aye. Be safe, Temp.”

“You too.” They shared a quick embrace before parting.

The day passed quickly enough as Tempest continued her trek east, but she couldn’t help wondering why she felt so disheartened. She should have been feeling elated, swapping out an acetic Lance Corporal for a beloved Major Morel, but instead her emotions were feeling raw and fragile. Maybe it was due to the fact that being reunited with an emotional anchor reminded her about the stark realities of her situation. She had lost almost everything she had ever loved, and when the time came to leave Mavis behind, she would lose her too.

As the shadows began to lengthen from the sun's slow descent, Tempest began to scan the skies for a certain lavender pegasus. She didn't have to wait long, as her eyes eventually caught some movement high up in the distance. Tracking the speck, she smiled as Mavis banked before gliding down, flapping her wings once or twice to correct her path of approach. It was a welcome maneuver compared to what Summer Wind tended to do, always approaching in a silent glide to land behind her, startling her with his stealth.

Mavis leveled out her approach, her flight speed becoming a canter as her hooves met the ground. In a moment she had trotted up, trying to make it sound like she wasn’t out of breath in the slightest. “Well now! That wasn’t so bad after some limbering up. All right there, Tempy?”

“Just peachy,” Tempest gave a smile that didn't reach her eyes. “But I’m glad you are airborne again.”

The two ponies walked on for a few moments before Mavis raised an eyebrow. “So then… how are you really doing?”

Tempest gave a light snort before looking down. “It’s not your fault I am out here, Mav. But I can't help but blame myself that you’re injured.”

“Hey, hey now!” Mavis sternly replied. “We’ll have none of that. Thinking like that will just bring you down, and out here, thinking like that could actually put us both in danger.”

Tempest didn’t reply. There wasn't much more to say to that, so she continued her same steady pace. The silence began to feel awkward, so she brought up a question that had been nagging her. “Not that I'm complaining, but why did you send Summer Wind back to Canterlot?"

Mavis winced. "Well lass, about that." She looked ahead, the setting sun casting a shadow over her face before she turned to look back. "There is a lot of tension between some groups of ponies right now. Well, you know this, but after your little stunt, tension is putting it mildly."

"Wait, really?"

"Heh." Mavis huffed out a laugh. "Are you really that surprised? It's not every day a Sisters' School graduate makes an unannounced visit to the new castle and takes a highly effective shot at Celestia! All during your tenth class reunion, too!"

Tempest winced at the memory. She knew the maneuver was unbelievably audacious, but she had built her entire life around the attempt. She had focused her full energies and fortune on one goal, and had made a super-amulet that she believed would elevate her power to be on par with her aunt. But she wasn't unaware of the fallout from Luna's banishment as there were factions defending Luna's cause, even today. "So... what is happening back home?"

"You, my dear niece, have become a lightning rod for dissent and unrest. 'Tis probably why Celestia sent you afield so quickly. Fringe groups are calling for your release and asylum... Other fringe groups are calling for your head."

Tempest's heart clenched as she thought about that. Were there seriously entire groups of ponies wanting her dead? Was her name being batted about on the streets of Equestria? What did the common pony really think of her? Shaking her head, she stopped that thought dead in its tracks. Why should she care? She committed to this attempt long ago, no matter the consequences. Why should she care what others are thinking?

But even so, she did.

"So... you're hear to defend me?"

"I'm here to make sure you can get someplace safe. There is a plot on your life. Summer Wind didn't know of it, but your ship in Turtle Bay more than likely has four to five hit-ponies lying in wait. It would be easy for a pony to say, sneak into your room, flick out a knife, and then drop you over the taffrail."

Tempest swallowed, rubbing at her throat at the thought.

"My position in the guard affords me a lot of information, and inside contacts all over the place. when I caught wind of what was about to happen, I took it personally. Celestia ordered you exiled to Gryphus, and I'm here to make sure that order is followed out with you remaining alive."

Tempest's eyes trailed to the insignia marking Mavis' uniform and gear. It was the new insignia, marked only by Celestia's cutie mark and labeled in the newly minted term Unified Guard. Perhaps Mavis' loyalties had split between those loyal to Celestia as well as Luna? How else could she gain such good intel?

Mavis followed her eyes. “You are wondering why I have gear and supplies labeled with the Royal Guard’s insignia.” It wasn’t a question, and Mavis didn’t wait for an answer. Mavis stepped ahead of Tempest and sat down, letting her saddle bags flop down to the earth. “Yes, I am a retired Major in the now fully-integrated Royal Guard. My current assignment is teaching at the training facility, where I educate new recruits on the methods infiltration, espionage, and potions’ use in the field. But you are going to want some context before jumping to conclusions.”

Tempest nodded for her to continue, hoping that her face betrayed no emotions. It hurt to think that her beloved adoptive aunt was actually working for Princess Celestia, but why not? Mavis had a duty to her country.

“My duty is to Celestia and the stability of her regime, but it is for the good of our nation. My highest allegiance is to Equestria. Times have been tough lately, and there has been a need for strong leadership and stability. But I also must act to defend my own, and you are like a daughter to me. When my informed me about the plot... well, I flew right out after making other arrangements for you.”

Tempest raised an eyebrow. “Does Celestia know that you came?”

“Not yet.”

Shaking her head, Tempest gave a small smile. “What do you mean, other arrangements?”

“Your ship is supposed to depart from Turtle Bay two days hence. We are going to miss that boat. We are boarding a smaller, sleeker vessel: one preparing to launch from the southern end of the bay tomorrow.”

“The southern end of the bay?”

“Aye. There is a developing little fishing village called Pike’s Inlet. Along their shores we will connect with Gale Glider and his crew. Captain Glider’s vessel is faster than most anything else on the sea, and if he leaves when planned, our enemies won’t be able to overtake you. With luck, no fliers will even be able to find you. Also, Captain Glider is an Agent of Moonlight, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

Tempest’s eyes widened as she made a connection. “You're an agent too, aren't you?”

Mavis smiled. “Well, not anymore. If you didn't know, the Agents are made up of many of the surviving members of the former Lunar Guard. Most often after they found out they wouldn't get treated as "equally" as the guards from the solar unit. As for myself, I'm in retirement! I teach for fun... so I can yell my head off at the recruits. But Celestia trusts me. I went through some rigorous examinations and interviews to be vetted—even submitted to magical scans and the like before I was allowed my current level of clearance.”

Mavis stood up and started to put her saddle bags on before draping a wing around Tempest. “Before your mother was banished, she renewed my covenant to keep you safe. But then she added one more thing."

Tempest's eyes widened. "What did she say?"

"She asked me to keep watch over the kingdom. She asked me to keep the lunar spirit strong, and to keep ponies to the Lunar Way. I didn't know what she meant at the time. But now? I think I do.

“Did you organize the Agents of Moonlight?”

Mavis blinked before giving a half smile. “Eh. Not at liberty to say."

"Aw, c'mon!"

"Well, it was a joint effort. I will say I was there at the founding. And I served a critical role to their success in the early going.” Mavis retracted her wing, but Tempest turned and gave her a strong embrace. Mavis patted her back for a moment before clearing her throat.

“My allegiance is to Luna, and if she isn’t here, then my allegiance is to Equestria. I serve Celestia’s interests only so far as they are benevolent and achieve the greater good. But if she becomes what you and I both fear? Then the Agents of Moonlight are still there. We can provide hope, and we can thwart her power if need be.”

Tempest pulled back, wiping at an eye with a hoof. "I wish I had known! Maybe If we had coordinated together—”

“Nay, Temp. She needs to stay in power, and she needs to remain benevolent. If the Elements of Harmony remain inert, and we don't have Celestia's power at our helm, what would save Equestria from its next dark foe?"

“Well, maybe Celestia has to die for the Elements to come back alive!”

“Death is awfully final, Tempest. And if you are wrong?”

“Then Luna can come back, and she can defend Equestria!”

“...but what if you are wrong about that too?”

Tempest opened her mouth to retort, but couldn't come up with something good enough. Frustrated, she stomped her hoof on the ground.

“I’m sorry, Lass."

Tempest stalked off, grinding her teeth. Mavis' hoofsteps soon followed. “So Tempest, a change of subjects: would you mind explaining to me how you thought you were going to win?”

Tempest gave a loud snort as she continued ahead.

“It’s just a question,” Mavis shrugged. “Oh, and here's another one: why didn’t you even write to me over the past three years, you sod?” Without warning Mavis had sneaked up behind the younger unicorn and cuffed her in the back of the head with a wing.

Tempest glared at Mavis, rubbing her head for a moment before her face betrayed her with a small smile. “Well, I guess I could just tell you that it's a long story and stay silent, but that won’t work, will it?”

“What's better for a long hike than a long story?”

Tempest heaved a sigh. She couldn't argue with that logic.

* * *

The first stars were starting to appear as the sun's last rays darkened in the horizon behind them. Tempest had spent the better part of the past two hours talking as they hiked, and Mavis was amazed by her tale. Not very much had gone right for her adoptive niece over the past decade. Not since Princess Luna had been banished. It wasn't until her skirmish with Celestia only days ago that anypony even knew that Tempest was the daughter of the Lunar Princess.

"So you hid from everypony. Even from Sweet Potato and myself, all to create an amulet of vast power you hoped would defeat Celestia. All because you found a way to link it with all of the other amulets acting as a conduit for a massive collection system?"

"It's called networking," Tempest said. "It's gonna be big: I'll let you buy the first shares of stock."

The temperature was beginning to fall as the two pones began a slow descent into a valley blanketed with tall grasses that seemed to sway in waves from a steady crosswind. The light of the moon was starting to illuminate the meadow from the side.

"Networking. Right. So all of the amulets that the Canterlot Department of Magical Technologies was pumping out, after you signed that contract with Rosemary Rune---how did you gain access to all of them?"

"I made sure they would follow my instructions to the letter. Embedded in the instructions was a backdoor that would allow me to perform my link... It's complicated."

Mavis gave a low whistle. "It's also bloody brilliant."

"So then I waited. After eight years, I had connected to an incredibly large power supply. I wasn't even worried if my attack would drain the entire network briefly, as the CDMT was only making them for government and military use. It won't be until next year that the public can gain access to the technology."

Mavis pursed her lips in thought. "And that's if Celestia doesn't mothball the whole project. You shook up a lot of ponies with your highly effective attack. Even the top pony. Many are chattering about whether it represents a threat to national security."

"Mm." Tempest made no other reply only staring at the ground in thought. Mavis chuckled after a moment, recapturing Tempest's attention. "What?"

“You!" Mavis shook her head before looking up at the constellations. "And me! I mean, are we so cavalier as to just flippantly refer to your attempt at assassination as if we were talking about the weather?

Tempest looked up, staring at Mavis for a moment. “You mentioned a point earlier, Mav. About Celestia becoming what we fear. Princess Luna assigned you to ‘keep watch.’ She assigned me to take action. I was the only pony who could. Given my heritage, I was the only pony that should.”

“Aye mare." Mavis blew out a sigh. "And I'm still not sure you have the right of it from a conversation between you and your distraught mother twelve years ago. Tempest, I just want to protect Equestria and our ponies. The actions you took as a lone maverick, gunning for our current ruler? I can’t condone that. Again I ask you, what would we do with no Elements and no Celestia?”

Tempest's voice was flat. “I wouldn’t trust a ruler that would destroy the Elements of Harmony to satisfy her own ambitions, I’d feel safer without her. Tempest lifted up her head, looking around. You think this region will give us a decent camping spot, Mavis? There isn’t much cover for a few miles…”

Accepting that her niece was ready to change the subject, Mavis replied, trotting ahead to bump her shoulder. “Let’s go on for a bit. I haven’t told you part of my plan.”

“Ooh!” Tempest smiled. “A nefarious plan by the founder of the Agents of Moonlight?”

“So cheeky, I swear…” The older mare affectionately rubbed the top of Tempest’s mane with a wing before snapping her wingtip against an ear, causing Tempest to stumble in surprise. We need to go on. What if the parties that ordered your death have also arranged for a fast ship as well? What if they equip fliers with powerful magics? In order to leave as early as planned, we have to get that head start I talked about. Only then can Captain Glider have confidence that he can deliver you safely to port in Gryphus. We have to walk straight on into morning.”

Tempest put her head down and grumbled under her breath, causing Mavis to chuckle.

“I know you’re tired, Tempy. Your hooves are probably throbbing, your knees aching, but we need to keep going. We absolutely have to keep going.”

Pushing her bangs back out of her face, Tempest breathed out a sigh. “I understand, I just don’t know if I can. After ten days of this, and now I have to keep on until morning? I’m exhausted!”

“Tell you what," Mavis said. "We make it to the other side of this valley here and I will pop open a vial of my rejuvination potion. You heard of it?”

“Yeah, I know of R.P.” Tempest gave a toothy grin. “All the students back in school called it 'Rip.' We weren't supposed to have it. So, naturally everyone had their sources."

The corner of Mavis' mouth twitched upwards a little. “I have no idea who could have supplied it...”

True to her word, Mavis brought out two vials and passed one to Tempest. The concoction went down with a citrusy, spicy effervescence, and while it felt bitter in her stomach, Tempest felt a surge of heat and power like her muscles were pushing outwards against her skin. It was almost like a vibration, and Tempest couldn’t help but bounce in place a little.

Grinning, Mavis rubbed Tempest’s head with a hoof. “Better than coffee, eh? Save the bouncing, though. We can make good time if we put all this pep to good use. Let’s go.”

The hours flew past as both ponies slipped in and out of animated conversation. Tempest knew she would be exhausted in the morning, but she hoped she would be safe enough to sleep most of the next day aboard the boat. If what Mavis told her was true, then she would be able to do so in some comfort and security. Or maybe just security. Comfort was probably unlikely.

* * *

The expanse of the bay was beautiful as morning sun glimmered off of the water. They arrived near the southern end where a smaller peninsula half a kilometer long jutted out in a southeastern direction. Tempest had never traveled here, but she knew of the region’s geography from her studies. A much longer peninsula on the north side of the bay contained the town of Turtle Bay, named after the Bay itself. The town was too distant to make out clearly, overshadowed by a combination of early morning mists across the water and the sun’s clashing glare. Turtle Bay’s population was close to around fifteen hundred souls, a bustling port city known for its rapid growth and expanding commerce now that Gryphus was under a more stable central government.

As they made their final descent toward the coast and the now visible fishing settlement of Pike’s Inlet, Tempest noticed a dark gray ship moored at some rather simple wharfs. By the looks of it, this ship was a little larger than what this settlement usually dealt with, dwarfing the smaller pier and ponies working on it while they hauled crates aboard..

Feeling her knees nearly buckle from exhaustion, Tempest paused for a moment to take in the sight. Her mind was starting to feel a little fuzzy after the long hike, and her hooves were nearly numb with fatigue. She wanted to express her profound gratitude to Mavis but the whole ordeal had left her feeling speechless.

“Mavis. I don’t even know what to say. If I make it to my destination in once piece, I am going to owe you for saving my life twice over.”

“Think nothing of it, Tempest. I love you like a daughter. This is the least I could do.”

Reaching into her saddlebags with a wing, Mavis retrieved a roll of parchment. “In Gryphus, you will be staying at the estate of Ravorsch. He is an especially influential tiercel, with deep connections not only to the military but to several merchant guilds. In the past, he has been one of Princess Luna’s most trusted contacts, representing her interests on that side of the Celestial Sea. You should be safe there for as long as you need, at least until things have cooled off enough for you to acquire some land finally settle down.”

“Can I really trust him?”

“This parchment is a magically warded document, hoof-written by Luna almost two decades ago and given to me for safe keeping, if ever a day came where you needed to use it. The document can only be opened with your magical authorization—only by pressing the tip of your horn to the wax seal and activating it. “Inside is Luna’s written testimony that you are indeed her daughter. Guard this document well, for it is your ticket to safety once you reach Gryphus.”

“Mavis… I just don’t know what to say anymore.”

Mavis reached out to give Tempest another hug. “When you do get settled in, don’t think you have seen the last of me, either. I am not too far from officially retiring, and I plan on patching things up with your mum. Off of Equestrian soil and under Ravorsch’s watch, you will no longer be under my protection, and as such, I will finally be able to tell Sweet Potato the rest of the story.”

“Hopefully both Sweet and I can come to visit you soon. Heh, in the meantime, perhaps you can put your considerable magical knowledge to use and develop a couple of amulets that can carry a two-way conversation across the sea?”

Tempest increased the hug, until Mavis winced and murmured that she was still sore. “I… I will try to find a way to keep up correspondence with you Mavis. I’ll never give you the silent treatment again. Thank you for everything - I owe you so much.”

“Well. You’re not through all of this yet, Temp. Anyways, let’s go meet Captain Gale Glider and the crew of his ship.”

“...And what’s his ship’s name?”

“Cast of Fate.”

Author's Note

Cleaned up and made less wordy - less "Tell-y" 10/31/19

Welcome, readers who have found my little Amuletverse. Next chapter will jump ahead 1000 years, as the meat of the story takes place in modern Equestria, with further flashbacks to fill in the missing pieces on Tempest's backstory (and how she is still around 1000 years later, though that little tidbit will have to wait a little longer.

Thanks to "The Fan Without a Face" for the final edits on this thing and to the earlier folks who helped on beta versions of this chapter I mentioned in my note last chapter.

This isn't the last you will hear from Mavis and company. Besides, it is always a pleasure to write for a character that practically writes themselves---Mavis Morel has been one of those, as well as Meadow Lark coming up in the next chapter (for those of you who haven't seen the comic).

Still hoping for an editor in the future. *fingers crossed* :eeyup:

Chapter Three: Of Librarians and Unicorn Horns

Meadow Lark wiggled a forehoof back and forth on the ground while she waited for her new friend. Maybe since Tempest had never set foot in Equestria, she didn’t have the proper identification papers? What would the border security ponies do if she didn’t have her papers?

Before she could ponder the matter further, Tempest emerged. The mare looked flustered, as if she had just found out she was going to be interviewed by one of those shock-journalists for The Canterlot Sun. The moment passed, leaving Tempest with the same bored expression from before, spotting Meadow after a moment and teleporting over to her side with a pop.

"Everything okay, Tempest?"

Instead of answering, the mare trotted ahead, calling out over her shoulder. “Come, Meadow." Her head panned back and forth. "Let’s be off—you wanted to stop for some tea, correct?”

Tea had been the first thing on Meadow Lark’s spontaneous itinerary. She had hoped to visit a cute cafe, gently easing Tempest into the modern-day mayhem otherwise known as Manehattan before they picked out a few points of interest to visit. However, that idea was sidetracked for the moment as she pondered what had flustered her unflappable friend. Deciding that Tempest's rather abrupt departure likely meant it wasn't up for discussion, Meadow tabled the issue for now. Besides, there was something more exciting to ask about.

“You know how to teleport?” Meadow rushed forward in a flurry of hoofsteps. “That’s amazing! Most unicorns can't even do that. What’s your max distance?”

Tempest pursed her lips, not taking her eyes off of where they were heading. “Far enough, I imagine. It gets me from here to there.”

“Aww, don’t be so modest, Tempest!" Meadow studied Tempest’s fluted horn for a minute. Her horn had an impressive length, but it matched her dimensions. She seemed to be a bit taller than most mares. “Teleportation is a valuable skill. I can't tell you how many times I've wished that I had that ability---a mare could get out of all sorts of situations!"

At that, Tempest glanced over at her. "Oh? And what would you be trying to get away from, Meadow?"

"Me? I've been in a few scrapes, what with my traveling the backlands of Gryphus during my studies. And don't even get me started on that good-for-nothing colt, Phil Lander. Darn, no good letch!" Meadow's muzzle crinkled in disgust. "Ugh." She looked back up at Tempest, who seemed to be trying to hide a small smile.

Meadow almost commented, but she was interrupted by some commotion behind them, further up the street. Turning to look, she noticed a few ponies running towards the pier, near the area they had just vacated.

“Huh. I wonder what’s going on?” She looked over to Tempest, noticing that her horn was glowing lightly with a sheen of her pale green magic. “Think we should go back to investigate?”

“I am sure the guards are well trained and have things in hoof. Let’s not make a nuisance of ourselves... now, where did you want to stop for tea?”

Meadow was about to quibble the point, but after thinking better of it she just gave a shrug. "Tea. Right... well there's a lovely cafe just around the corner over there!” She pointed with a hoof, at least content that Tempest seemed to be opening up and was in better spirits now. Still... “What was that magic you were doing a moment ago?”

"Magic?"

"Yeah. I saw your horn glowing a little. During that commotion behind us."

"Ah. It's a minor security spell. I don’t know this city very well.”

“Security? No worries, Temp! We’re in my town. We're perfectly safe!”

Tempest was probably just overly cautious after spending her life either in rough-and-tumble Gryphus or further east of that nation, beyond the backlands. As far as she knew, beyond the backlands was a territory considered either unsettled or uncivilized. It also featured harsh, almost uninhabitable terrain. Conversely, she knew the topography of Gryphus proper rather well, having combed back and forth across it several times in her chosen field of research in ornithology. She only knew stories of what lay beyond from her bodyguard, a gruff griffon she left behind named Gorinyn.

Tempest looked over the busy streets and soaring buildings. “Safe. If you say so.”

***

“…So then my cousin told her, ‘You didn’t actually lose, you won! Suri Polomare was hoping that if you thought you lost, she could claim the first prize winnings!’ And that’s how Coco Pommel got her business booming. Thanks to the Element of Generosity!”

“Fascinating." Tempest pursed her lips. The story Meadow related was rather whimsical and materialistic, but it did leave her with some important facts to consider. "And this Element of Generosity—this unicorn… her hometown, the one she and the other Elements live in is called Ponyville?”

“That’s right! Of course, they no longer possess the elements in a physical form. The Elements were returned to the Tree of Harmony in order to defeat the Plunderseeds Discord had planted ages ago in his bid to overcome the Tree and capture the princesses!”

"Plunderseeds?" Tempest blinked before shaking her head ruefully. Meadow Lark had somehow skipped that story when she was giving her account of the escapades of the Elements of Harmony, the heroines of Equestria. But she knew all about Discord.

Discord was a creature she hated. All ponies did. When she was a six year old filly, living with her adoptive mother Sweet Potato, she recalled having to evacuate Hoofdale along with the rest of the ponies in order to get away from the nation's capital. Discord had overthrown the whole of pony society and had made his base of operations the Castle of the Two Sisters. With his ability to seemingly warp the very fabric of reality itself, residents of Ponyvale and neighboring cities were forced to flee to the far reaches of the country, hunkering down in smaller groups and away from any population centers. It seemed that the more ponies tried to organize themselves, and the more they clumped themselves together, the more they would draw Discord’s ire. It was a harrowing time of fear and sorrow, and with the loss of the constraints of civilization, many unscrupulous and violent ponies took advantage of the weak and the defenseless.

To this day, Tempest couldn’t stand the thought of eating grass, since there were many nights Mavis and her adoptive mother were unable to find anything else while foraging for food. Through it all, however, Mavis was a rock, defending them from possible raiders and seeing to it that they did not suffer too much.

It wasn’t until Tempest was eight years old that the princesses were able to settle differences between them and harmonize sufficiently to wield the Elements. It was their third attempt, Discord having laughed them off the previous two times, and of course this was the origin of the expression the third time’s the charm.

Meadow was giving her a funny look again. On further introspection, Tempest decided she needed to hide her moments of brooding better. “Yes, Meadow?”

“Oh, nothing… you were just living in the past again.” The light blue pony grinned, until she caught Tempest's apprehensive look. “So, you wanted to catch up on the latest news? Learn about the Equestrian way?"

"Yes. That would be most beneficial."

"Well, the Manehattan Library is about two Kilometers down that way on Gaskin Street. But before we do that, why don't we go visit my cousin?"

"Your cousin—Coco Pommel, right?"

"Right! Her shop is just around the corner past the intersection of Chestnut and Gaskin.” She indicated a soft blue and green shop with arching windows a few doors down with a point of her hoof. “If we stop there, maybe we can get your wardrobe up to speed. You know, something a little more modern than your cloak!”

Bringing a hoof up to her mouth, Meadow froze in horror, her ears folding back in dismay. “Not that there’s anything wrong with your cloak, Tempest. Heh heh. It’s umm…”

Amused, Tempest tried to keep a straight face, her ears perking up innocently. “My cloak, you say? What’s the matter with it?”

“N-nothing! It’s a fine cloak! It has a very… classic look!”

Tempest regarded her cloak for a moment before looking back up and responding with a raised eyebrow. She wasn’t one to joke around very often, but this pony left herself wide open for it. “Classic as in timeless, or classic as in ancient?”

Meadow made a small choking sound.

Chuckling, Tempest hoofed Meadow’s shoulder lightly. “It’s fine. This cloak is actually older than you know. But first things first. As much as I would like to address my wardrobe, it is more urgent I find a magic store. Could you lead me to one?”

Meadow seemed to let out a breath she was holding before she grinned and trotted ahead. “Sure! There’s a good one back that way called Krystal’s Crucible. C’mon!”

***

The shop was a cacophony of color, with bizarre clashes of electric blue, pale teal and dark pink stars. The sign over the door was garish, brightly lit in glimmering light. It displayed the store's name, Khrystal's Krucible, over what looked like a crude crucible emitting sparks and smoke. Comically, the lights on the sign followed a pattern where the crucible would light up, then the sparks, and finally the smoke giving the appearance of a magical brew reacting out of control.

Tempest felt a little mystified by the decor, but Meadow urged her onward, opening the front door. A bell hanging from the door latch jangled, drawing the attention of an older unicorn stallion sitting behind the counter near the back. The stallion was a brick red color, grizzled with a smattering of gray through his coat. His graying light aqua-colored mane was a short-cropped, and he had a matching beard to compliment his warmly smiling face.

“Good morning, ladies! How may I help you today?”

Tempest’s eyes scanned through the various aisles to her right and the many display cabinets on her left and in the back. She was disappointed by what she saw.

“Hail, kind sir! Art thou the proprietor of this establishment?” Tempest paused as she heard a snicker behind her, turning to regard Meadow who was attempting to cover her smile with a hoof.

“See? See?”

Apparently she had slipped into more archaic speech patterns again. After giving Meadow a flat look, Tempest turned back to the older stallion. “Pardon. You are the shopkeeper, I presume?”

The unicorn gave an single nod, stroking his graying goatee with a hoof “That'd be me. The name's Flint Foundry. My wife is Krystal Krucible, is the talented one, but together we manage this store. What can I do you for?” His gaze traveled from the taller unicorn to the smaller earth pony.

“This is Meadow Lark. And my name is... Calypso Moonchild.” Tempest's eyes scanned the room again. On display were a variety of compact cylinders and boxes in the display cabinets. To her left were shelves and shelves of books. To her right, taking up an entire wall of the store, were what looked like potion ingredients arranged in rows of multi-colored bottles.

What about amulets?

“May I see the more powerful magical items in your inventory, sir? Coin is not an issue.”

The shopkeeper’s smile widened as opened the fold-over counter access with a flick of his horn. He removed a key from the cash register on his right before he trotted out, grinning the whole way. “Absolutely, my dear.” Flint pointed a hoof to the wall full of colorful bottles. "Our store is well stocked with practically any potion ingredient you can think of. Even the most hard to find or magically unstable. And if we don’t have it, we can have it shipped within the week!”

Tempest scanned the shelves for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. So far it sounded legit. There were not only potion ingredients, but cauldrons, mortars, and crucibles as well. “Okay. And what about the items in those cases over there?”

“Of course! Magic power supplies. We have all the top brands, even some of the more rare sizes and power ratings!"

Tempest blinked, her brows furrowing after a moment. “Magic power supplies?” Again she looked at the cylinders and boxes. “What sorts of magical effects are these items capable of?”

“Effects?” The stallion scratched at his beard again. “Well, to power your device, of course. You want to power your music player? Take four of these." He pointed to a box labeled in the corner with a letter and a number.

"C3?"

"Yes. You want to power your auto-scooter? You'll need six of those." He pointed at rows of larger boxes on the bottom shelf each labled with the cryptic message of 'D6.' "And for your household's automated hoof scrubber? A basic D1 will suffice.” He lifted a cylinder out of the case, the diameter being about half the width of his hoof.

Tempest was now well and thoroughly confused. What the hay was he talking about? She continued looking at the strange manager, only this time there was more distance between her upper and lower jaws.

Meadow finally cleared her throat, tapping on Tempest's shoulder just to make sure she had her attention. “Tempest, all of these things store potential energy," she said gently. "Ponies call them magic power supplies, or MiPS. Griffons just call them batteries."

“What about the ship we were on? The Windsong didn't use magic for power; only fuel.”

“Yes, well... “ Meadow paused to gather her thoughts. “The Windsong was built in Gryphus shipyards. Their technology is more based on steam-powered devices, you know. Designed specifically to not depend on Equestrian energy. Equestrian shipyards, on the other hand, build ships almost exclusively with engines fully dependent on larger versions of these power supplies, all capable of self-recharge under normal daylight conditions. You can still find many steam powered engines due to local enthusiasts, but for the most part such things are slowly being phased out. Incidentally, the further you travel from the unicorn-dominated city of Canterlot, the more Steam-tech you'd find.”

The smaller mare looked pensive for a moment. “As a matter of fact, that’s probably why things are getting more and more unstable over in Gryphus and Minos right now…their exports have been shrinking. Anyway!” Meadow shook her head and held up the battery, giving it a tap. “The ponies of Equestria use these for portable power. They are typically charged by worker unicorns in factories, but recently Princess Twilight Sparkle has pioneered ways of mass charging via generator turbines that are driven by moving water."

“I see," Tempest replied. "Well, what about about devices that can act as more than a simple reservoir for energy? Devices that can carry an ongoing and powerful magical effect, such as granting the wearer the ability to breathe underwater indefinitely?"

Flint laughed. “There is a finite amount of much magic that can be pushed into an inanimate object, my dear, restricted by the size of the object. I am sure you had that driven into your horned head back in magical kindergarten like the rest of us. Now for simple magic like the Cloudwalking charm, sure: that was developed millennia ago to permit pegasi to have earthen tables and , all successfully tucked away in their cloud homes. It’s why we don't have random pegasus furniture crashing down on our craniums! Surely that is what you mean?"

"You heard me. Breathe underwater. Indefinitely."

The stallion's chortling broke into louder guffaws. "Ridiculous! You'd need a magical rune the size of my store to provide the magical effect. Indefinitely?" He broke into laughter again. "Who are you meaning to drown with this magical prank?"

Tempest scratched at her mane in confusion. She was missing something. The amulets she had developed had successfully surpassed the Rune-Size-Rule. The whole of magical science should've been revolutionized by now. Yet this stallion thought the very idea ludicrous.

She sat back and slammed a hoof into the floor. "I'm talking about amulets! Surely you must've heard of them before!"

Mr. Foundry's laughing simmered down, but not until he had turned on his hoof and made his way back behind the counter. Tempest watched him go, her anger starting to go higher. "Mr. Foundry!"

"What?" He rolled his eyes. "Look, if you kids are done joking around, I need to get back to running my shop. There's the door."

Tempest’s brows furrowed while she started to piece together the clues. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen any evidence of a single amulet in use. It was like they never existed at all! But then to hear this pretentious proprietor demean her biggest triumph? To declare that the technology she pioneered was nothing more than the stuff of fantasies? Her anger boiled up just a little higher, but at the same time, it would be misdirected if she focused it here.

One more time, she pounded the floor, this time in aggravation. “That infernal mare! To Tartarus with her—she... she covered it up!”

Startled by her outburst, Meadow put a hoof on Tempest's shoulder. “What is it, Tempest? What’s wrong?”

Steeling herself, Tempest shook her head. “It’s nothing, Meadow. Nothing that can’t be remedied, anyway.” She sighed before inclining her head to the proprietor. “I… I humbly apologize for the prank, sir. It was in poor taste. You have a pleasant afternoon.”

The stallion behind his catalogue grunted in reply.

Tempest turned on her hoof to leave, but then she remembered the other reason for why she was there. “Oh! There is one more thing."

Mr. Foundry lifted an eyebrow. "I'm listening."

"I'm sorry, sir. Could I purchase a potion ingredient? If you don’t mind?”

The stallion sighed before pulling a catalogue out from somewhere beneath the countertop and dropping it down in front of him. Watching Tempest for a few seconds, he finally starting flipping through the pages of the tome. “I have an excellent variety of ingredients and supplies. You won’t find better anywhere else. What do you need?”

Tempest thought for a moment. If amulets had been covered up somehow, then the methodology for making them would of course be a complete mystery. Amulet creation was a very painstaking process, and it necessitated an intensely focused beam of resonant magic, more focused and powerful then any unaided unicorn could withstand for long. However, if a disembodied horn were used, encapsulated within a amplifying resonance chamber, the beam would be sufficiently organized to achieve the process.

“I was wondering, sir, if you might have a unicorn horn?”

The shopkeeper grew slightly pale, before his expression became grave. “I beg your pardon? A what?”

Rolling her eyes, Tempest repeated herself. “A unicorn horn. Typical potion ingredients may include powdered unicorn horn. Would I be able to acquire one here?”

Mr. Foundry’s face reflected a look of horror. “A… a fully intact horn?” His suddenly looked indignant. “W-what kind of store do you think I run? Why would I be in possession of such a thing?”

Uh oh.

Tempest’s mind raced as she observed Mr. Foundry’s reaction. In hindsight, maybe it would have been better to spend the day researching in the library before asking stupid questions. The possession of a disembodied horn in ancient Equestria was generally accepted for apothecaries and potion masters. But modern day Equestria? Apparently it was either taboo or illegal to possess one. Perhaps in her attempts to expunge amulet technology, Celestia made even possessing a horn verboten. Perhaps that was why nopony else had ever discovered it, even by accident.

Maybe i should just put all four hooves in my mouth?

“Oh, you misunderstand... I know that normally, only horn shavings are ever used. Um, you know, like from beauty salons and such. But see, I am publishing a research article on the effects of different grits of horn shavings on potion vitality.” Tempest winced. Did that cover story make any sense at all?

Meadow leaned in between them at this point, giving the shopkeeper an apologetic smile. “She’s… not from around here, sir.”

Mr. Foundry’s expression did not improve.“Is that so? Just where is she from, then?”

“I… I think we should just go.” Meadow squeaked, as she began to push Tempest towards the door. After some brief resistance, the larger pony began to budge, until Meadow finally called out behind her, still pushing Tempest around the corner. “She didn’t know, sir! She didn’t mean anything by it. New to Equestria and all!”

***

The Library was massive. Huge columns were interspersed in soaring archways, allowing ponies entrance on either hoof or on wing. It looked like the towering shelves of books would be exposed to the elements for how big the entrance was, until Tempest examined it with a diagnostic spell. Apparently, the entry was maintained by a magical barrier of some type that sealed the weather out.

Statues of the Princesses, each standing about eight meters high, impressively framed the soaring entrance. Further to the sides, the building was walled by brick masonwork of earthy tones, interspersed at intervals by stained glass windows.

Feeling an excitement she hadn’t felt in a long time, Tempest couldn’t help but speed up a little. Meadow hurried along with her until Tempest finally stopped, turning to Meadow with a smile.

“Meadow, it has been twelve weeks since you were last in Equestria, correct? You said you were gathering data for your ornithology research?”

“That’s right! But I wanted to make sure you got settled! You sure you’ll be okay?”

“In a library? I’ll be more than okay.” Tempest smiled warmly. “Your help has been welcome, Meadow, but I am sure Coco would be happy to see you. Why don’t you let me take it from here?”

“Well, okay then,” Meadow replied, beginning to turn the other way. “ But let’s get back together for dinner tonight. My cousin would love to meet you—and you could tell us more about your time east of the Griffon lands. I want to hear about your adventures in the backlands—no more deflecting, alright?”

“No more deflecting, got it!” Tempest rolled her eyes with a smile. She waved a hoof back at the departing pony, and then turned again to face the magnificent temple of learning and knowledge.

“Okay, wondrous Library of Manehattan. Let's see what you have for me.”

***

Tempest scrutinized the lobby as her eyes panned back and forth. Reading couches were clustered at intervals around low tables, all arranged strategically to allow through-traffic. Around the periphery, benches, desks, and organizing shelves were placed.

The building was not experiencing heavy use at the moment, so after another moment of scrutiny, Tempest's gaze fell upon on older mare seated behind a desk piled high with books and other materials. If her current activity of stamping books were any indication, she was the librarian. The unicorn’s grey and mint-green mane was pulled back into a bun, and her spectacles were managed by a delicate jade-beaded chain that wrapped behind her slender neck. Her eyes were a similar mint-green color as her mane highlights, and she looked rather furry at her fetlocks, above her elbows, and at her chest.

Tempest took a deep breath, and then approached. She had much to learn, about modern equestria, but her goal was singular: get Celestia far away from Princess Luna and in a position where Tempest could make her move. Only then could she have a chance to stop the usurper’s reign and finally defeat whatever foul magics that were still holding her mother’s mind prisoner.

The unicorn mare looked up as Tempest strode towards her work desk, and gave a small smile as she set a stack of materials aside. “Can I help you, Miss?”

Tempest dipped her head briefly in response. “You are the curator of these archives… er, the library?”

“I am an assistant librarian, yes. My name is Moonlight Sigil.” The pony stood up from her stool and Tempest’s eyes quickly flicked to the mark on her flank, a crescent yellow moon fringed with runes along its perimeter. Tempest smiled to see a cutie mark that would be so dear to her heart.

“Wonderful. I am Ms. Moonchild. Could you direct me to your section on cartography? And also, where could I find reference materials on the central government of Equestria?”

The librarian smiled and nodded her head. “Not a problem. Just follow me, Ms. Evermoon.”

The mare got up from her stool and began trotting towards the Library's interior, taking a side corridor off to the right. Tempest's eyes fell upon a few smaller classrooms as they walked and cleared her throat. “Also—do you have any private rooms for study?”

“Certainly!”

***

Tempest stretched for a moment, yawning before she shook out her limbs, trying to restore some semblance of circulation after a few hours of disuse. Giving a sigh, she sat back down with a thwump again, her chair creaking in protest. Reaching out with a hoof, she pulled another book to her and opened it, smelling the familiar scent of aged paper and old adhesive for the binding. The study room Ms. Sigil had selected was perfect. It was a section of the library that was fairly noiseless, with only the occasional hoofsteps passing by outside. Even better, in was only a short walk to the nearest bathroom.

One thing was obvious: the science of amulets and amulet production was completely absent. Unless you took anything in the fantasy and fiction sections seriously, all knowledge about amulets was completely gone, which rankled considerably.

The library had been most helpful in other regards, especially when Tempest had scouted around and found the restricted section. While there were several magic wards in place, including an alert that would sound if the wards were defeated, she had been clever enough to detect and defeat them with a little ingenuity and come counterspells.

The books kept in the restricted section weren't anything to dangerous or mysterious, but in a stroke of good fortune, Tempest found a manual that contained some blueprints and schematics for a few governmental buildings, including a simplified schematic of Canterlot Castle. There were likely many secrets the schematic didn't contain, but it did give her an outline at the very least. It was more knowledge than she had.

Now she was reading up on what seemed to be a description of the daily schedules of the diarchy. Tempest’s hoof traced across the page quickly to keep her tired eyes focused.

...while Princess Luna holds Night Court as in olden times, her waking schedule now holds a respectable overlap with her older sister since her return. Night Court typically spans from ten o’clock PM to four o’ clock AM, with an hour’s recess between twelve-thirty AM to one-thirty AM. During this time she can usually be found eating, and meeting with her closest advisors. After Night Court concludes, the younger Princess usually retires to her offices to review documents and take care of administrative aspects of her rule. For those who wonder about how she works her dream magic during this time frame, she intersperses the court cases that are scheduled with segments of time where she is able to police the dream realm. There are rumors that she uses time magic in order to fit her schedule in, as most ponies can't conceive she has time for it all...

As Tempest focused on the page, the door to the study suddenly popped open, giving her a start. The kindly face of the assistant librarian was peering back at her with a cheery expression.

“Um, hello, dear. I was just wondering if you were were doing all right, and if you needed any further assistance?”

Feeling like she had been intruded upon while doing something naughty, Tempest froze, watching helplessly as Moonlight Sigil’s eyes trailed across the books and materials that had been carelessly strewn about the table. She knew without looking that of the titles visible, the librarian would definitely notice the book from the restricted section.

Moonlight’s smile dissolved, her face growing neutral as she looked back up to meet Tempest’s gaze with a blink. “So sorry to disturb you... Excuse me.” She quietly ducked back out of the doorway and made her way back up the hall, walking with poorly concealed haste.

With her heart suddenly thudding in her chest, Tempest swore under her breath. Not even a full day in Equestria and already she was going to be reported as suspicious. Making up her mind in an instant, Tempest reached out a hoof and cleared the books off the table, all falling to the floor in a clattering mess. Quickly grabbing a writing utensil, Tempest inscribed two runes: videre, the sight rune, and a second rune which replicated Moonlight’s Cutie Mark.

Finishing her inscription and checking for accuracy, Tempest quickly uncorked her waterskin and poured out a small amount on the surface of the table. She breathed a silent word of thanks that the puddle stayed put, demonstrating that the craftspony that made it was competent and the table was level. Finally, she enacted her spell, lighting up her horn and breathing slowly as she focused. A small glimmer of magic tailed off of the tip of her horn, winding its way down until it finally met the surface of the water. Immediately, the small puddle began to glow, and the image of Ms. Sigil came into perfect focus, apparently hurrying along the hallways of the library. Tempest held her breath as she watched, wondering what she would do.

Ms. Sigil was obviously nervous, as Tempest noted that she repeatedly glanced behind her. Finally, the librarian turned a corner and walked into a small room, striding up to a desk. Tempest's eyes narrowed as she watched Ms. Sigil reached her hoof under the desk and do something. Adjusting some of the details of her spell, Tempest made her view angle change until she could see under the desk surface, gasping as she read a label printed next to a bright red button.

Police.

“Well at least it didn't read Celestia,” Tempest muttered, shutting off her scrying spell and throwing down her cloak to dry up the mess. She didn't have much time, so her mind raced as she tried to think of what her next action should be. She did have an ace up her sleeve, something that allowed her to get out of a few scrapes during her time in Gryphus. Focusing her magic, she teleported directly to Moonlight’s office.

Feeling the familiar wrenching sensation in her stomach, she kicked the door shut as soon as she felt the carpet of Ms. Sigil’s office under her hooves. Lighting her horn again, she locked the portal and soundproofed the periphery, just like she had seen Luna do countless times those many years ago. The Librarian was peeking out from behind her desk.

“I… wish you hadn’t done that.” Tempest murmured.

Straightening herself courageously, Moonlight Sigil spoke, her voice wavering with stress. “Ms. Moonchild, how did you defeat the enchantments on the restricted section? Those security measures were in place for a reason.”

Not wanting to frighten the pony further, Tempest sat down on her haunches and sighed. “My motives are pure, Ms. Sigil. I'm trying to right a wrong, not threaten innocent ponies. Did you have to go and summon the police?”

Moonlight took a step back, her eyes widening. “W-what was I supposed to do? I thought you were acting suspiciously!"

"I was just reading books!" Tempest complained.

"From the restricted section!"

Tempest frowned, cursing her own stupidity and luck. Why did she have to get the paranoid librarian with an itchy trigger hoof positioned on the bright red police button? Why did she freeze and act suspicious? Giving another sigh, Tempest lifted her head again, keeping the pony's gaze. “Well, that won’t do, will it? I need to check out a couple of books today. If you won’t provide me with a library card, you will need to provide me with a distraction.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry—you’ll receive no harm… no more than a headache when you awaken.” The pendant around Tempest’s neck began to glow with a violet light. “Let’s have a heart to heart, shall we?”

Quick as she could, Moonlight ducked down behind her desk. “No! No, somepony help me!”

Tempest raised her voice to be heard. “Your office is sound-proofed, ma’am… And please—you won’t be hurt.” As the crackling glow intensified around her pendant, Tempest began to raise it up higher. Light cascaded up and down her foreleg, then up over her horn, combining and interwining with Tempest’s own pale green colored magic. Finally, Tempest’s left eye took on a purple hue as well, with filaments of violet colored magic energies arcing out to the side.

“No, you won’t be hurt any longer.” Tempest’s voice now took on a reverberating quality as she stepped closer. “I perceive that you have been hurting already…”

Gently, the magical filaments, an intertwining helix of green and violet light, trickled off the tip of Tempest’s horn and began to encircle the horn of the older pony. Moonlight Sigil slowly sat up, wiping her nose with a hoof, and began to stare blankly ahead.

Narrowing her eyes, Tempest examined various images as they were projected across her mind. After a moment, she seized on a few.

“I perceive that your best friend passed away two months ago... and your daughter is estranged from you. I feel your pain.” Tempest took another step forward, as the lighting of her magic began to color both of Moonlight Sigil’s eyes with an eerie glow. “You are lonely. You are suffering…”

Lucidity gradually came back into Moonlight’s eyes and she looked down at her hooves, wiping her tears away with a fetlock. “Yes. It has been… difficult.”

Tempest smiled, placing a hoof on the unicorn’s withers. “Come. Let us banish the loneliness together.”

Author's Note

Thank you, Seriff, for the helpful input.
Thank you, BlazingMoon, for the assist on the edits on the original version of Chapter 3.
Edited and updated - 8/13/2020
What else can ya do in a lockdown, eh?

Chapter Four: Manehattan Library

A thousand years since mother’s banishment… a thousand and twelve, to be precise, though I was only awake for a fraction. Still—I had adequate time to craft a plan to free Luna from Celestia’s grasp. To liberate her from whatever spell or magical influence that restrains her. How could I have been so stupid?

Tempest ground her teeth together as she reflected on the events of that morning. There had to be any of number of ways to handle that situation that didn't involve subjecting that librarian to her Eye. But then again, she was always a studious pony. She usually preferred books. She didn't have the boundless charisma of her mother—she didn't know how to handle situations like those! Besides, being banished to the other side of the planet didn't help with her decidedly introverted manner. She wished she could just blame it on being much further forward in time than she could ever imagine. It did leave her rather disoriented.

Equestria was remarkably different. The buildings and structures had become massive; the cities, more populous. There were little to no tensions between the pony tribes that she could tell, and even the more hostile races like griffons and minotaurs seemed to be walking around without a care—unchallenged and unopposed! How could this level of peace and harmony have been achieved while that usurper sits on the throne? It just wasn’t right.

So much had changed, but the most important thing stayed the same: Luna was still a prisoner after all this time.

Now that she was back from serving her wrongful sentence on the moon, she was apparently a slave to Celestia’s will. That had to be it. It was the only explanation that began to make sense, and it caused Tempest no small amount of fear. If she were to challenge Celestia, and Luna was nearby, she would surely fail. Luna would be forced to defend her sister, and Tempest wouldn’t dare raise a hoof against her own mother. She had to draw Luna far away from her; somewhere clear to the other side of Equestria. And then?

Celestia needed to die.

Tempest shuddered for a moment as she reflected on that simple sentence. It came so easy now. What was once unthinkable—an act that she would never contemplate herself—now it was the end most likely to occur. Circumstances beyond her control had driven her to this. It wasn't her original intent, but now it was all she had left. She would kill the ruler of Equestria. Wouldn’t anypony else, given the same situation?

What about innocents caught in the crossfire?

Tempest squeezed her eyes shut, pushing that thought to the side. Harming innocents was something she would not tolerate. The common pony didn’t have any type of stake in the coming battle—no concept of any wrongdoing by their Ruler of the Day. And Celestia’s ponies would defend her without question, ignorant of the true history of their ruler, and how she wrongfully built up her own power by deposing her sister. She would need to get Celestia away from Canterlot. Surely there could be a way? Perhaps others would get harmed, but she would go to any degree to not allow that to happen.

At the end of the day, the ends will justify the means.

It was a painful thought. Such a stance on morality used to be an affront and she had actually debated on the subject during a philosophy class while at Sisters’ School. The irony of her acceptance of this phrase was not lost on her. Still, she would most likely fail if she did not conduct her affairs in just such a manner. Wasn’t Luna worth it?

Tempest's thoughts wandered back to the events of the library again. After hurrying back to her the study room, she cleaned up the water that had been poured onto the table for an impromptu scrying surface. Rushing to dry the mess, she collected the books she had been reading and left them among the sorting shelves of the lobby. Before doing so, however, she slipped the book from the restricted section into her saddle bags.

Without any more time to waste, Tempest exited the library, visually scanning the area before crossing the street. It wouldn’t be long before the police arrived. Seeing no sign of law enforcement yet, Tempest slipped into an alleyway between two of the taller buildings across the street before performing a vertical teleport. In a flash, she landed with a soft clop on the room of the building that was immediately across the street from the Library.

Tempest walked up to the ledge, carefully scanning around to regain her orientation and make sure the roof was clear. Her stomach fluttered a little as she looked down from her perch, more than fifty meters above the paved surface of the street. It was tempting to leave and move on to the next aspect of her plans, but she felt it would be more valuable to watch events develop below, and to ascertain the capabilities of the responding law enforcement officers. Besides that, Tempest wanted to make sure that Moonlight Sigil was okay.

She frowned, her mind wandering back to her various mistakes again. How could she overlook the necessity of creating identification papers in order to pass through the port? While it was true that Gryphus did not have such regulations, what with their fractured government and the nation as a whole now comprised of clans and semi-organized states, Equestria was different. She should’ve prepared for this, or at least asked around!

Then there was that Krystal’s Crucible magic store. What a mess of confusion and embarrassment, to ask such clumsy questions and arouse the shop owner's suspicions! It would have saved her a lot of trouble to research at the library first.

Maybe.

Then, she would have caught on to the fact that amulet-tech did not even exist in today' day and age. It had apparently been covered up, and the very possession of a unicorn horn was considered verboten.

Finally, her failure in the library was humiliating. Granted, magically sealing the door might have been seen as suspicious, but she could’ve at least hidden books from the restricted section. But she had been too busy patting herself on the back for magically defeating the wards! Then, she made matters worse when she froze up—she could still recall the look of terror in Moonlight Sigil’s eyes. That moment that she had to use the magic of the Eye on her. That was okay, though. At least all the librarian would suffer was some missing memory and a headache. It's not like anything worse was done. Right?

This line of thinking was not helpful. Shaking her head for a moment to clear it, Tempest refocused on the arched entryway of the library. Everything was going to be fine. This little mishap had not caused anypony harm. Moonlight would only be unconscious for about fifteen minutes. Emergency responders would likely just chalk this event up to old age.

Moonlight Sigil was only disconnected from her most recent memories, anyway. Such a spell was considered forbidden at Sisters’ School, but as long as I apply such techniques judiciously for a moral cause, it will be fine. What is more disturbing is the power of this artifact hanging from my neck. The power it grants to see the memories and experiences of another, as if they were scenes played out on stage, could be so easily abused!

Whichever way this event would end up playing out, it was bound to upset Meadow Lark, so hopefully she was running late and all of this would simply blow over. Meadow was a pleasant pony, but that mare was altogether too distracting. That being the case, it was time to distance herself from such distractions and get something done on the work she was here for.

Movement from below recaptured Tempest’s attention as she noticed a few ponies emerging from the Library’s cavernous entrance below. These ponies seemed to be in an awful big hurry. Strike that---they were in an all-out gallop.

Tempest got up stiffly, stretching her knees as she got a better view. Sure enough, the patrons leaving the library were pounding the pavement at all speed, some taking an occasional glance behind them as if checking to see whether or not they were being followed.

The flow quickly started to thin out, but after a few more seconds, another group emerged, these ponies taking their time as they rendered some assistance to the injured. One stallion appeared to be hobbling, wincing in pain, while another pony seemed to be bleeding from her head, her glazed eyes directed straight ahead as she stumbled on unsteady legs. Tempest felt her heart accelerate as her throat felt like it was getting harder to breathe.

Thinking quickly, she enacted an auditory amplification spell, directing its locus to the surface of a statue of Luna by the main doors, using the marble as a medium to pick up sound vibrations. This type of spell required an active mana flow, so she kept her concentration while watching the scene unfold. Immediately, her ears picked up a few scattered cries and fearful shouts coming from within.

She felt sick, thinking that whatever was going on in there was likely her fault, but she couldn’t leave. Not yet. Suddenly, a guttural snarl filled her ears causing her to snap her head to the side to look behind her.

Nothing’s up here on the roof—that was from the Library?

Clenching her jaw as she debated whether or not she should risk a teleport back down to offer assistance, a certain light blue mare emerged from a corner down the street. Tempest heart sank. Meadow Lark must have completed her errands and returned to check up on her, perhaps planning to invite her to dinner as she had planned.

Tempest shook her head slowly as she watched the mare. Meadow was a gentle, innocent pony... and now she was walking straight into danger. Tempest wondered how she could warn her away without giving away her position, but she was drawing a blank. This situation was getting worse---what to do?

And what was that sound? Maybe a wild animal? Not likely. Could it be from her use of the Eye? Not likely... She had used the artifact in the past, and nothing like this had ever happened before.

Tempest watched helplessly as Meadow’s ears perked up, the pony taking notice that something was amiss. She grimaced as she watched Meadow stop a fleeing unicorn mare and exchange a few words with her, before turning and running straight for the entrance.

Don't do it, Meadow! Don’t be foolish!

Before she could think of a way to stop her, Meadow ran straight into the entrance. What could she do? No further ponies were emerging from the library, but Tempest could tell by a couple of intermittent shouts that there were two or three still in there. Were they cornered by whatever was growling? Would Meadow come to harm? Maybe she could teleport directly back to Moonlight Sigil’s office, and from there neutralize the threat before Meadow got hurt.

Confirming to herself that this plan would likely work, Tempest readied another teleportation spell. The occasional snarls and hisses coming from the library interior made it harder to concentrate, but she wouldn’t mess this up. Not now. Just as she was about to complete the spell sequence, Tempest broke off without triggering the spell. A police vehicle came around the corner, speeding towards the library from a side street.

The vehicle had a single unicorn stallion inside, and it was flanked by four winged officers in the air and two more earth pony officers cantering along behind. The almost-black stallion driving the vehicle was notable for his oddly bright orange eyes, and his manestyle was cropped short, accented with heavy sideburns.

Tempest ducked back behind the edge of the parapet, wincing as she felt a few stray sharp pebbles jab into her as she rolled onto her back. Continuing to monitor her auditory spell and noting that the feral growls sounded like they were moving away, she exhaled, releasing a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

Now that the police were here, Tempest decided it would be a good idea to cast an invisibility spell, quickly doing so while maintaining the Eavesdrop spell active. Holding up a transparent hoof to confirm her spell was a success, she rolled back over again and climbed to her hooves to peer over the edge.

She watched as the uniformed officers ran or flew towards the building while the single unicorn in the vehicle slowly climbed out. This group of seven seemed like a rather large group to respond to something as minor as a security call from a library. Maybe some of the other ponies who had fled had contacted the police as well?

Two pegusi sped off in separate directions to circle the library in ascending helicals around the perimeter. The other two flew up to the entrance, taking positions to hover near the top of the arched entryway while the two earth ponies took up similar positions below. Both pegusi were armed with a tubular device as wide as a foreleg, while the earth ponies both held black clubs in their mouths. With a wordless signal, they ran inside.

The unicorn that had been driving the vehicle approached the library at a more leisurely pace, studying his surroundings and the front of the building as he walked. His horn began to glow as he apparently used some magic in his assessment of the area.

Tempest’s auditory spell was still active, so she was able to catch a few clipped words between the two earth ponies who were both mares, apparently. She closed her eyes in concentration as she listened for any sign of Meadow. The male unicorn’s voice suddenly drew her attention as he gave the remaining pegusi instructions.

“Wingline and Strafe, break off your aerial sweep and fly in high to provide additional cover. Cloudblue and Thunderspark believe they have the target cornered. I’ll follow and give backup. Go!”

Tempest opened her eyes, watching the two pegusi swing around and fly through the entrance, followed by the unicorn. After a few more seconds, the voice of the unicorn gave a terse command. “Take her.”

There were two or three mysterious pinging sounds before the sounds of a scuffle broke loose, the feral growling becoming far more vicious. After a few more thuds and the what sounded like library furniture toppling over, all grew quiet again, except for some muted sobbing. Before long, other voices were heard, likely belonging to some of the other officers that had run inside.

“Next time don’t wait so long to fire your tranquilizer, Strafe! Celestia’s beard, you’re an idiot—she almost bit me!”

“I’m the idiot? Maybe next time you could wait a second after you fire your net before you jump in like a hoofball player for the tackle! I couldn’t get a clean shot with your fat flank in the way, Wingline!”

“Fat flank? Who was it that polished off the donut box yesterday?”

“Can it, the both of you. Wrap up the… creature, and sweep the building for any more ponies needing help. Cloudblue, there is an emergency medical vehicle pulling up out front. Wait for my signal for the all clear before you let them approach. Go!”

The pony called Cloudblue emerged, and began talking to the ponies inside a second vehicle that was pulling up behind the police vehicle. On its side were the words ‘Emergency Response’ in bright red capital letters. The ponies continued to converse while they pulled some kind of wheeled stretcher out of the back.

Tempest watched and waited. Meadow Lark had not emerged during all of this, so she must have still been inside. She began to tap her hoof nervously while watching more and more ponies gather around in curiosity. Eventually, Cloudblue hovered up and began to urge the gathered ponies to keep their distance.

“C’mon Meadow. Be okay… just, be okay.” After a moment, another police vehicle arrived, providing additional personnel and a better buffer zone to keep the onlookers at bay.

Finally, Tempest noticed a light color of blue emerge… There she is.

She breathed a sigh of relief, sitting back on her haunches. Meadow looked like she wasn’t—wait, she was limping. Tempest clopped her down in frustration. “Dammit, Meadow!”

A medical pony began to assist Meadow Lark on the front porch of the library, helping her sit at the top of the stairs while three more medical ponies ran inside. “You were very brave in there, Ms.?”

“My name is Meadow Lark.” She watched the earth pony in silence for a few moments as he wrapped some bandaging around her hoof until she began to squirm. “Really, I am fine, sir. Dr… Mallet?” She hesitated, reading his name tag. “Y-you need to help those other two ponies in there. One looks like she’s a lot worse off.”

It’s alright, Ms. Lark. My cohorts are assessing her right now, and from the sounds of it she’s going to be okay.” He tapped the communication device attached to his left ear. “Please sit still for a few more moments. We need to observe you for a little while to make sure you don’t go into shock.” The stallion smiled for a moment as he finished bandaging her hoof. “And I’m not a doctor—just an EMT.”

Meadow sat back again and gave a sad smile. “Still, thank you for taking care of me.”

At this, there was some commotion behind her as the two earth pony police officers emerged carrying a form covered in netting across their backs. Tempest studied the bundle for a few seconds before she suddenly felt a chill, like ice water down her back. The coloration this pony had was a give away as to her identity.

“Moonlight Sigil? How— ?”

The librarian was apparently unconscious, likely drugged if the officer’s earlier conversation was any indication following the scuffle inside. The earth ponies lugged their cargo past Meadow and the medical pony that was attending to her, but the unicorn with the bright orange eyes turned to the side to take a seat next to Meadow at the top of the stairs.

“The name is Officer Rebus Hunter. Are you going to be all right, Miss?” He held up a hoof for Meadow to tap her own against.

“I’m Meadow Lark, sir. I-I’ll be fine after a little bit.” Meadow shuddered as she turned to look back at the library over her shoulder. Um, did you see any sign of a yellow unicorn mare when you searched through the building?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, we didn’t.” The stallion replied in a gentle tone before lifting an eyebrow. “Friend of yours?”

“...Yeah.”

The medical pony placed a blanket around Meadow’s shoulders as she began to shudder again, and Rebus placed a hoof on her shoulder. “What you did in there was very brave, Ms. Lark. You may have just saved two other ponies’ lives—or at least spared them further harm. You did well, when you kicked over that shelf to create a distraction. The younger colt told me about it, and about how you dragged his mom to safety.”

“It... it was nothing.” Meadow wiped a bit of moisture from her eyes, before she stared ahead with a rather vacant look.

Officer Hunter stood up after a bit. “Why don’t you come down to the station with me for a few minutes? I’d like to ask you a few questions. Maybe you could help us by testifying as an eye witness in this case.”

The medical stallion paused in his ministrations to Meadow to glare at the officer. Rebus gave an apologetic smile, not breaking his eye contact before continuing. “After this good fellow gives you the medical all-clear, of course.”

Meadow looked over her shoulder again with concern. “Well, I don’t know. I’d kind of like to relocate my friend, if it is all right...”

“By all means!” Rebus replied. “In fact, our officers can check around more quickly than a single pony. Why don’t you come in and while you visit with us about what happened you can give us your friend’s description. How does that sound?”

“Y-yeah. That sounds good.” Meadow got up with the help of the EMT and another police officer who came to help. Tempest watched them go, briefly thinking about moving the auditory focus she was using for her spell to the police vehicle. The range wouldn’t last long, but at least she would be able to make out a little more of what Meadow might say about her.

The other three EMT’s then exited with a female unicorn on a stretcher with a smaller colt walking along side of her. Tempest couldn’t see what was wrong, but the mare was holding the small colt’s hoof, murmuring something to him.

This was terrible. What had gone so wrong with her spell? She had used it only a hoof-full of times before while in Gryphus, and before that she had used it in the uncharted lands further east. Nothing of this sort had ever taken place! Why was this different, then?

Tempest looked down at the artifact swinging from its cord around her neck. The weight seemed especially heavy right now. “What is the meaning of this?” She spat, glaring into the dull surface of the stone’s eye-like carving. “Is there more to this than you told me?”

The Eye had no answer for her, only looking lifelessly back. Tempest trembled, but she wasn’t sure if it was anger or something else—disillusionment, maybe. Could she simply stop with her current plans just because of one bad result?

No. There is no way I am stopping for this. Besides, nopony seems to have been seriously hurt anyway. All that matters is Luna. Well, keeping the innocents safe also matters, but first comes Luna!

Tempest glanced over the parapet again. While all the other ponies had now left, Rebus Hunter remained, and he seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed. His horn began to glow a brilliant orange, and soon concentric waves began to expand along the ground away from his position, like ripples in water after a stone’s throw. As the ripples continued to expand outward, they cascaded up the facade of the library and up the statues and pillars. .

Perplexed, Tempest watched with interest. She had never seen this particular magic spell, and wanted to know the effect. As the waves of light continued to radiate outward, they began to coalesce over Luna’s statue, or more specifically, the region that she had anchored her spell to in order to listen in. Her eyes widened as the magic leapt off of the statue and began to cascade directly up her mana stream towards her position.

Gasping for a moment, Tempest backed up, quickly cutting the power to her still active eavesdrop spell. Timidly, she crept forward again to look over the edge, only to find the stallion’s bright orange eyes gazing back, directly at her position. Somehow his spell had traced the mana-stream she was using, and now he had triangulated her position.

Tartarus, this day just got harder.

Author's Note

So, that happened. Tempest has had a run of bad luck, I guess. Wonder what Rebus's deal is? It's been busy around here, and I need to get back to constructing my pirate ship steering wheel, complete with hidden Schedule 40 PVC pipe for a hidden light-weight frame before a painted screen of cardboard. Has to be light enough for the 16 year old Boatswain to carry it on and off the stage...

Q: What am I doing?
A:Helping my wife in her directing of this Shakespeare play.

Q:The name of the play?
A: The Tempest.

Q: Coincidence?
A: Sort of. When my daughter was studying that play a few years ago, she ripped off the name and gave it to a certain OC of hers, and thus, Tempest was born (before the movie, anyway). Darn movie.

Chapter Five: Manehattan Mayhem

She should have teleported away as soon as she knew Meadow was safe. Tempest quickly ducked back behind the parapet edge as she started to breathe faster. There was now a skilled unicorn on her trail that could magically track her position, at least if she was keeping a distant spell active through a mana stream. That was a magical ability she had never seen.

Tempest quickly looked to her hooves to ensure the invisibility spell was still active. It would not do to have law enforcement see her and associate her with the events at the library. Would he teleport up? Could he teleport this far? No sense in waiting to find out. Tempest channeled more magic through her horn as she teleported onto a building one block away. The action broke her invisibility charm, but that was expected. She immediately renewed the spell.

Getting her bearings and making sure the roof was deserted, she crept towards the edge to peer down at the roof of the building she had been standing on. From her position she watched as the unicorn on the ground completed his own teleport spell, landing not too far from where she had been standing before. Without any mana stream maintaining an active spell from a distance, he wouldn’t be able to track her, right? She hoped she was right.

Tempest smirked, as she watched his horn start to glow again. “You’ve got nothing to track this time mister,” she muttered under her breath. Almost as if he had heard her, the unicorn suddenly turned his head, as if he was looking exactly at where she was standing.

“No—!” Tempest murmured. “How could he—?“

The unicorn completed his second teleport spell, and was now standing only twelve meters away, looking around to survey his surroundings. With a rising sense of panic, Tempest reviewed her options. She didn’t want to cause this pony or anypony harm, but her hesitance in dealing with this threat decisively was now greatly increasing her chances of being seen or even caught. She had promised herself that the ends would justify the means, but when it really came down to it, how could she just reach out and harm another pony?

No. Not harm. Just incapacitate a little bit.

She supposed she could draw upon the Eye again, but after what happened to the librarian, she didn’t want to try that yet. Alternatively, she could try stunning him with a magical blast but escalating the situation like that would definitely dissolve the delicate invisibility charm, making her visible not only to him but to any other ponies that happen to be at a vantage point to watch an impromptu magic duel. There was always teleportation, but again, channeling that many Thaums of magic would dissolve her invisibility, leaving a chance for her to become completely visible before the spell was completed.

Paralyzed by indecision, Tempest kept quiet, almost holding her breath as she watched the unicorn pace back and forth, something like a caged tiger. She cursed herself for her hesitance.

“You are probably wondering how I did that,” the stallion smirked, his voice lazy and confident. He continued to look back and forth, scanning the area. “If you turn yourself in, I promise I’ll let you know.” He turned in place slowly before retracing his steps, coming closer again. “I might even teach you the spell—it takes some powerful, highly specialized focus... but you seem to be up to it.”

Tempest grimaced at his taunting, scanning the roof for any other option. The area was rather barren, except for a fenced in area housing some type of mechanical equipment, and two small structures with featureless doors, likely hiding stairway access points. The view past the edge of the building was an impressive scene, marked by a chaotic jumble of buildings of variable heights, shapes, and styles. Only a few were taller than the building she was on, but the whole display would have made for a spectacular view if she were here to take in the sights. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much of anything she could use for a distraction in the immediate vicinity. The roof surface was coated in a dark, pitch-like substance with some loose gravel and dust on top. Wrinkling her nose, she noted that even taking a single step could create a visible disturbance or an audible scuff.

As Tempest watched him, she racked her brain to think. He could obviously track teleportation windows, but this ability was likely only usable in the immediate moments after a teleport, before the residual magic energies would have had a chance to disperse. She was more interested in how he picked up on her mana stream. Tempest gently pulled her hood back over her head with her magic. It was silly, because she knew she was invisible, but the action still made her feel safer.

The unicorn was close enough that she could now read his name badge, confirming the name she thought she had heard through her Eavesdrop spell. This was Officer Rebus Hunter, head of the Crime Investigation Unit for Manehattan, Eastside Precinct. He turned his head slightly to speak into the device pinned to the lapel of his uniform.

“Rebus to dispatch. I am 10-23, in pursuit of potential lead involving the library incident. Location: roof of the Bank of Equestria building. Code 10-78, request backup, including air support to encircle and scout.”

Whatever she decided to do, Tempest realized that she was running out of time. The officer was pretty convinced she was still there on the roof, diminishing her hopes that if she just remained quiet he would lose interest and search elsewhere. Sure enough, Tempest noticed a few airborne specks changing directions and heading towards their location on the roof, likely pegusi officers.

“Um, hello? Sir or ma’am?” The stallion cleared his throat and began scanning around again. “If you’re still here, anyway. It’s my best lead, and I’m not leaving until I have exhausted it…” He continued in a louder voice. “You don’t need to draw this out—you know how it will conclude. If you are concealing yourself, it’s best you just drop the pretense and come peacefully. We can talk about this—no need for things to get too exciting.”

Maybe I could do a more risky maneuver. I just need to be out of his line of sight for a second and he won’t get a glimpse! Then I can teleport well out of his range.

Tempest couldn’t believe she was considering a freefall teleport. The professors at Sisters’ School had been emphatic that such a maneuver was a terrible idea. Even a full second while accelerating back to Planet Equus was enough time to impart some significant velocity, and the focus required to do so while falling is extremely difficult. She remembered the day Professor Ward actually challenged the class to try it—during a visit to the local lake. There were a few students cocky enough to try, and they all landed in the lake with considerably more velocity than planned. Half had successfully teleported, but only after free-falling for a few seconds. Tempest did not want to go out that way. Leaving a pony shaped splat on the ground certainly wouldn’t help Luna.

While Tempest stood there watching Rebus, his magic lifted a small transparent bag out from a compartment in his utility belt. The substance in the bag was pure white, but it seemed to be malleable as his magic lifted it above his head. Rebus looked up with a smirk.

“Ever heard of dusting for hoofprints?” Tempest’s eyes widened as she realized what Rebus was about to do.

With a flash of his horn, Rebus ripped the bag open and began shaking the powder out. His telekinesis moved the bag in a search pattern, crossing back and forth in overlapping rows, and closing in on her position. It was a clever maneuver: even if the powder ran out before he reached her position, her options for movement would be nil, as stepping across the fine powder was sure to leave hoofprints. Unfortunately, based on where he started, he was likely to reach where she was standing with powder to spare.

Trying not to panic, Tempest drew upon her own magic to push the air across their path, blowing the powder to the side. It wasn’t on the level of what a skilled pegasus could do, but it did manage to blow the powder to the side, causing Rebus to curse under his breath and pull the bag back towards him before he lost any more. Unfortunately, the use of her magic caused her invisibility status to flicker.

The stallion smiled, turning his head towards his transmitter. He began to speak into the device, but his eyes never left her exact position. Tartarus, he had seen her. “We have a 10-75. Converge on the roof.” Rebus looked up. “Okay, Ms. or Mr. unicorn? You can go ahead and drop the spell now. Just come with me—we don’t need to make this more complicated than it has to be.”

Tempest pressed her lips together. Now that she had been seen, she didn’t want to reveal anything else, like the extent of her magical skills. A long-range teleport would probably do that. Perhaps some misdirection? The Lunar Guard anciently specialized in deception, infiltration, and misdirection. Mavis once described to her a double teleport maneuver unicorns could do, causing their opponent to believe one was at one location while vacating to another. The key was to have credible bait, or even an illusion. All she needed to do was evade Rebus Hunter’s sight for a moment. If it worked, she would have the entire police force running entirely the other way.

* * *

“How long before the sedative wears off?”

Doctor Epsilon Saltz lifted an eyebrow before turning to look at the smaller mare, shrugging with his wings with a smile. “Well, the subject got hit by a law enforcement tranquilizer dart at around 1:32 PM. Given the known potency of their darts, and the patient’s weight, we should still have about twenty minutes. If you’ll just take her vitals, I’ll administer an antidote to the sedative afterwards, and then we can get started with her psyche assessment.”

Dr. Saltz was six months into his residency with Manehattan General Hospital, having completed his medical degree at Mount Eris University. It was going to be a while before he became board-certified and licensed as a psychiatrist, but that didn’t deter him from being rather full of himself. Most of the staff looked up to him at Manehattan General, but that was mostly due to his hippogriff stature.

They turned down the psychiatric wing of the hospital, and then he continued. “However, I’m not sure we are going to even going to need you after you finish with her vitals, but the head doctor on staff insisted.”

Merry Rhymes furrowed her brows, trying to keep her expression neutral. She had been working as a nurse for Manehattan General for almost twenty years, and she was one of only two individuals that had additional certifications in treating magical maladies. It was rare she got to use this particular skill set and she would rather not be kept out of the loop just because a young hotshot doctor had something to prove. “Whether you end up needing me or not, I can scan for magical phenomena that most ponies would miss.”

Dr. Saltz turned to face her. “Yes, yes, you have some background knowledge in caring for magical maladies.” Nurse Rhymes flicked an ear at his dismissive comment. “But such things tend to be extremely rare. This is probably just another mental breakdown of a pony under too much stress, only a little more violent than is commonly seen. Once things have simmered down, I am sure that poor Ms. Sigil will be more concerned about the restraints she is wearing and the ponies she hurt than what was she was stressed about.”

“Hmm.” Nurse Rhymes didn’t chance more than that to reply. She normally gave ponies the benefit of the doubt, but it sounded like in order to be a good shrink, Dr. Saltz would need to get his own head shrunk down a little bit—or at least his ego.

Dr. Saltz held up a claw, studying the backs of his talons before continuing. “I am sure she is a gentle and a soft-spoken mare that just ended up having a really bad day. Furthermore, she didn’t use any type of magical attack other than telekinetically throwing books around.” He put turned and began walking towards the patient room again. “Hardly life threatening, in my opinion.”

“If you say so.” Nurse Merry Rhymes’ tail flicked as she turned to follow him. She considered that if she used her own telekinesis and launched one of Dr. Saltz’s medical compendiums at his head, he might suddenly ascribe to a different medical opinion. In her own assessment, reviewing the facts of this particular case, she noticed a few things that struck her as off. In her twenty year career as a nurse for Manehattan General, she had seen many weird things, and a crazed librarian slinging library books at her patrons didn’t even reach the top ten. What bothered her more was how the police seemed a little on edge, and how they described her as something… feral.

Doctor Saltz looked over his shoulder and gave her a suave smile as he smoothed out his lab coat. “And if you are worried about the eye-witness reports of our patient growling and snapping at the patrons, well…” He made a scoffing noise. “Ponies can embellish a little when they are frightened by something.”

As the two rounded the corner, the taller hippogriff dodged to the right as he nearly collided with a pegasus mare in police uniform. He then slowed to a full stop as he looked past the mare at the door of the patient room. There were two more police officers stationed on either side of the door, almost as if they were trying to impersonate some of the Canterlot Castle Guard. Nurse Rhymes looked over at Doctor Saltz, who had stopped so suddenly that his stethoscope rapped against his azure chest on the backswing.

“Oh, they were totally embellishing,” Nurse Rhymes snarked. “Those officers must have heard it was free donut-day or something, right?” The police mare just behind her gave a snort of irritation while Dr. Saltz twitched his tail in annoyance. Nurse Rhymes turned back to the offended mare, giving her a placating smile. “Um, no offense, ma’am…”

Finally inside to look at the patient, Nurse Rhymes noted that the mare in question was exactly as the medical reports from the E.R. had described her: middle aged unicorn mare, unremarkable for any physical feature, no visible signs of injury or pathology. Moonlight Sigil could have been any other pony asleep in the bed, except for the restraints on her wrists and fetlocks. Dismayed, Nurse Rhymes also observed the steel-reinforced muzzle restraint fitted on the patient’s face. Surely such a thing was excessive?

Nurse Rhymes looked back at Dr. Saltz, raising an eyebrow when she noticed he was still hanging back by the door. “Shall we begin?” She studied him for a moment, noticing an actual look of concern. “Doctor?”

“Y-Yes.” Dr. Saltz shook his head before he walked forward, pulling a vial of medicine out from a pocket in his lab coat. “But—let’s make sure those restraints are extra secure before I administer the antidote, okay? In fact, I’m going to administer it as a low drip, instead of injecting it all at once. Wouldn’t want to discomfit the patient…”

Nurse Rhymes quirked an eyebrow. “...right.”

“Just… take her vitals and do your job, then let me do mine.”

“Right away, Doctor.”

Nurse Rhymes wrapped the blood pressure cuff around the patient’s left foreleg, listening to the slow rhythm of her deep breaths. Once the velcro closure was secure, she activated the air pump in the wall with her magic. As the little motor whirred, filling the blood pressure cuff with air, Merry noticed something was off. The patient’s foreleg had moved away from the edge of the hospital bed and the binding was under a large amount of strain. Looking up into the patient’s face, Merry saw that Moonlight Sigil was looking at her. Just a momentary glance filled her heart with ice, as the baleful look of hatred this mare was giving her made Merry shiver in her scrubs. She flinched back as the restrained mare lunged for her, instincts of self-preservation taking over as the restraints drew taut with a snap.

* * *

Two pegusi officers were closing in from the North. Tempest wasn’t sure, but among the normal pegasus traffic in the air, she thought she could make out two more several blocks away change directions and heading this way.

Tempest swallowed as she sensed the noose growing tighter. It was true that she had made a foolish attempt on Celestia back so long ago, but that had been out of a singular drive of anger and desperation. And stupidity. But back then, she was the hunter. Now she was the hunted, and she didn’t like it.

Perhaps she would need to grow accustomed to it? No! That was why she was trying to evade being seen, to not give the police any more info to use in tracking her down! She would need to lie low and work from the shadows until she could spring her own trap, but first she had to get away.

Preparing her magic to make a double teleport, she added the elements of an elaborate illusion spell in order lead the ponies away. She was only going to get one shot at this. She wasn’t sure how much of her invisibility cover flickered, but she wasn’t going to wait around any longer. Tempest activated her spell in a burst of light, easily breaking the invisibility charm from the mana output, and landed at the base of the building across the street. Tempest had chosen this exact location to allow Rebus to visually see her location, before running past the corner of it, breaking his line of sight.

Once she had crossed what she estimated to be his visual boundary, Tempest triggered her second teleport spell, landing on the roof of the tallest building on the next block. From that vantage point, she would be able to have a good field of vision to direct her spell appropriately, drawing all of the police after it as far down the avenue as possible.

An orange burst of light flashed as Rebus Hunter materialized where her image had just been but by then she had already animated it to move away from that position at a gallop. As soon as Rebus had oriented to where she was and spotted the running figure, he took off after it, yelling something inaudible into his communication device again.

Tempest smirked as she watched watched her plan work beautifully. All of the attention would be directed at stopping her doppelganger, and eventually they would be several blocks away, allowing her to disappear without a trace. She was careful to not look away from her image for too long. Tracking it carefully would make the illusion far more real, and of course reactive to whatever was happening around it. Kind of important in the middle of a chase.

Risking a second Eavesdrop spell, Tempest split her attention and called up the necessary enchantment again, this time centered on Rebus’s utility belt as the auditory pick-up focus. As soon as her spell connected, she was able to listen to his instructions mid-stream.

“I said funnel her down a side alley! And get those ponies off the street… I don’t care, either get them off, or get her off, I don’t want any kind of casualties! We are dealing with at least a beta-level unicorn here!” The unicorn paused, listening to something before muttering some colorful swears before continuing. “ —Then she’ll have to be delayed! Tell the mayor she can park her rosy flank and wait! I need a class 2 magical barrier and at least six fliers, preferably before we get to the next intersection if not before! Failing that, at least get me a net!”

Rebus’s horn flashed as he sent a couple of magic blasts towards the fleeing illusion. Tempest flinched as she directed the illusion to dodge to the left with her eyes, but then she blinked, thinking about where he had been aiming. Either the lead investigator was a really poor shot or he was missing on purpose.

In a moment, two pegasi glided up to Rebus’s position from behind, and slowed their flight to his current speed. This confirmed Tempest’s suspicion.

“Yep. They are trying to funnel me towards something.” Tempest whispered. “C’mon, then. Let’s see what they have for me.” Suddenly, Tempest’s brow furrowed before she blinked twice. “Is that what my flank looks like from behind—?”

Tempest started to study the area ahead, about two more blocks distance, until she noticed a few ponies milling about near the intersection. Ironic, that by trying to appear inconspicuous, they had made themselves altogether too obvious. Scanning the area a little more carefully, she noticed the nose of a white vehicle parked just out of sight and around the corner of the building there. She would bet her left hoof that was a police vehicle. Fortunately, on the other side of the street, there were a few fruit stands that seemed to be abandoned.

Smirking, Tempest ran her image at a diagonal, crossing the road and heading straight for the fruit stands at the corner. This was apparently not according to the police team’s liking, because the maneuver caused the pegusi trailing her to move up rapidly, shoulder-fired net guns at the ready.

Two more pegusi flew in from the left, obviously attempting to redirect her back towards the police vehicle and whatever else was waiting over there. Tempest gritted her teeth and hoped she could make her illusion dodge in a believable manner, because she really wanted to make it to those fruit stands.

Unexpectedly, the first pegasus simply cut across her path dropping a large payload of black liquid. He was a green colored stallion with an impressive wingspan, and dropped the substance in a rapid flash, his blue tail trailing out behind him. Tempest animated her image to jump across, hoping that the leap wasn’t too exaggerated but still able to clear it. Mid air, Tempest realized her mistake as she saw the second pegasus fire a net from her hovering position. The pink mare had a manic grin as the net deployed, and she tossed her frazzled cornflower mane as her net struck.

Tempest wasn’t sure which was the bigger trap, the oily substance or the mare with the gun. Either way, she had to act fast. As the net struck her image, Tempest rolled the image shoulder over tail in a desperate attempt to make it appear like the net had clipped her and caused her to fall.

“Feathering… Tartarus take them all!” Tempest gritted out. Her horn flashed as she added a light show to her image, causing the image to appear as if it had teleported out from under the net and back to running, almost upon the fruit stands. She made the image dive into an orange vendor’s fruit stand, and with another burst of magic, she pushed the stand back with a massive telekinetic shove. The stand tipped, causing oranges to roll everywhere and hopefully making it look like she got buried.

Tempest chuckled as she watched several uniformed officers dive into the rolling fruit after her. The scene would have been comical had she been reading about it in a story. Stopping the flow of her mana stream to the illusion and the Eavesdrop spell, Tempest noticed belatedly that Rebus had stopped running and his horn was glowing again.

“It was an illusion. I am on the roof of the Novaintellus Corporation building with the suspect. Repeat, 10-75 with the suspect. Request immediate backup.”

Tempest was stunned as she spun around, making full eye contact with Rebus Hunter for the first time. He seemed to be breathing heavily, almost completely exhausted. She wasn’t sure if that was due to recent magic expenditure on such a long teleport, or more from his galloping after her image. Perhaps both. But how had he seen through her illusion and found her so quickly?

“So!” He breathed out in between gasps for air. “That was a nifty trick with the illusion there, ma’am—you have some serious skills. You are obviously not self-taught. Where did you study?”

“H-how?”

“The illusion was flawless.” Rebus chuckled, as he wiped the sweat off of his brow with a hoof. “Very well done. Is that your special talent?”

Tempest pursed her lips, watching him bring up a ring out of a pocket in his utility belt. Most likely a magic dampening ring.

“Eh. No matter,” he said. “Your mistake was your teleport. I know teleports. I know what they look like, what they feel like… and an illusion can’t teleport. Illusions can only put up light shows. Once I realized that, I realized you had an active mana stream going again. You were quick to shut it off, but not before I saw where you were standing.”

The pegasus officers were nearly upon her. It was time to get out. There was nothing for it now. This pony may know teleports, but he wasn’t about to follow her at this distance.

“Well, it has been a pleasant afternoon. Sorry I can’t stay and chat with your welcoming party.” Tempest felt a massive pull on the magic around her as she drew deep into her reserves for a long-range teleport. Her horn flashed her trademark brilliant green, but then the light intensity rapidly exploded into blinding white before she blinked and was gone.

* * *

Kicking her legs back and forth on the seat she was waiting on, Meadow took in the rather spartan surroundings of the interview room she was in. The police officer that accompanied her to the precinct had stepped out for a few minutes, but promised she would be right back. Talking with Marigold was helpful in taking her mind off of the harrowing scene she had just witnessed at the Manehattan Library. Marigold was a soft-spoken earth pony with a saffron colored coat and a bronze mane styled into a no-nonsense bun. She had been gentle and understanding, but she did convince Meadow to testify as a witness with the promise that the information might also help turn up her missing friend.

Meadow shuddered as her mind drifted to the events she had just seen. To see such a sweet and grandmotherly mare acting like that: growling, salivating, screeching—and to see her bombard library patrons with books! She wasn’t sure why she was so willing to simply run into the scene. Somehow she just felt like she needed to help, but she never thought her martial arts training would ever be useful in that way. She was glad her earth pony strength came through for her when she kicked that bookshelf over. The distraction allowed her to pull the other two ponies to safety, but then all she could do was bar the door and hide along with them. The mother had looked so scared!

Swallowing quickly, Meadow hopped off of her seat to pace around the room. She didn’t want to think about it any more, so she distracted herself wondering what could have happened to Tempest. She observed the large window situated behind the table she had been sitting in front of, and guessed that it was for observation. She couldn’t see much else other than her reflection, but she had read enough police and mystery novels that she knew what the window was for. She wondered if she were actively being observed right now.

Having circled the room for a third time, the door suddenly opened, causing Meadow to jump back with an almost inaudible “eep!”

Nosing her way into the room, it was obvious that Marigold had been studiously going over something on a clipboard held in her left hoof, but she looked up with an apologetic smile. “Ah, sorry about that Ms. Meadow. I was just collecting all of the um, pertinent info on this case, and more info has been coming in.” The mare chuckled weakly, and Meadow noticed with some distress that Marigold’s mane had become rather unsettled since she had seen her only fifteen minutes ago. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to make you jump. Would you like to take a seat?”

Meadow nodded silently, climbing back onto the stool that seemed to have been built for a pony of a larger stature than her. As she watched Marigold, she found further evidence that the mare seemed stressed, if her flicking ears were any indication.

“So, I know you just witnessed some disturbing things back at the library, Ms. Meadow, but we do need to ask you a few questions.” Marigold got comfortable behind the desk, framed by the observation window behind her, and and dropped her voice almost to a whisper, setting her clipboard down. “Would that be okay, Ms. Meadow?”

“That would be fine.” Meadow Lark replied in a small voice. She wondered if her face displayed how distraught she was feeling.

“The mare that you saw in there, the one… growling, and throwing the books—” Marigold looked like she had bit on something sour before taking a breath and letting it out. “—That mare is the assistant librarian for the Manehattan Library. Her name is Moonlight Sigil. She... her police record is completely clean. Has never even broken a city ordinance. Never been fined. Not a violent or aggressive bone in her body.”

Meadow nodded her head silently. What could she say? Oh, wait, she hadn’t been asked any questions yet. “Tea?” Almost on cue, a pegasus stallion walked in with a tea pot and some place settings. He set them down, along with a tray of pastries, and without a word, he nodded to Marigold and left.

Blinking her eyes absently, Meadow automatically reached forward, pulling one of the teacups towards her and hoofing the teapot. “What would make a nice mare do… that?”

The saffron mare behind the desk sighed, pouring herself a cup of tea as well. “What indeed?” Marigold took a sip from her teacup while watching Meadow Lark intently. “How long have you known your new friend?”

“Tempest?” Meadow responded. “Well, I met her during the passenger ship voyage we were on from Griffonstone to Manehattan. She seemed to be so aloof and pensive—and she looked like she could use a friend—so I introduced myself. Friendship Day is next Friday, after all, and I promised myself I would make a new friend to celebrate.”

Marigold looked at her tea for a moment, pressing her lips together, before looking up at Meadow again with a sad smile. “That sounds wonderful. I’m glad you take Friendship Day to heart.” Meadow smiled in response. “And... what kinds of magical skills does this Tempest possess?”

Meadow’s smile broadened as her ears perked up. “Well, she is really good with teleportation.” Meadow suddenly sat up straighter. “Y’know, she could have just teleported out when that librarian became violent!” Feeling some relief, Meadow hoofed a pastry, before looking up to find Marigold looking at her oddly. Why was she looking at her that way? Meadow had been feeling some relief, but now she was starting to feel an odd anxiety that was building in the pit of her stomach.

Marigold continued to study her, expressionless. “Have you seen any other examples of this pony’s magic, Ms. Meadow?

“Um. I’ve seen her telekinesis, but, um… no?”

“And this pony never used any magic on you that you can recall, is that correct? Ms. Meadow?”

Feeling a dawning realization, Meadow leaned forward, placing both hooves on Marigold’s desk. “You… you think that Tempest had something to do with it?” Meadow’s voice ended on a squeak. “She couldn’t… she wouldn’t! There’s just no way!”

Meadow’s mind raced, as she reviewed earlier conversations and activities she did with Tempest. Sure, Tempest had said some pretty odd things, like when she was talking about amulets and asking about unicorn horns, but that was just because she had never been to Equestria before… right? She was starting to get a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Meadow looked back up to make eye contact with Marigold, her voice full of concern. “You didn’t see Tempest after the library incident? Did you?”

Marigold ignored her question. Her voice sounded a bit more direct. “What were your plans for later, my dear? You were headed back to the library, perhaps to meet with your friend again? What were you going to do next?”

Meadow’s eyes began to fill with tears. “We were just going to meet up again, and join my cousin for dinner! We were just going to relax and… and have dinner.” She sniffled and rubbed a hoof across her muzzle.

Marigold got up from her seat and crossed over to Meadow to give her a soothing hug. “Oooh, of course, my dear, of course.” She stroked Meadow’s back with a hoof. “And perhaps you still can. Why don’t you go ahead and visit your cousin? I am sure your cousin would be glad to see you. And thank you, by the way, for you helping to answer some of our questions. Your assistance has been very helpful.”

Wiping her eyes, Meadow returned the hug. “You’re welcome. Just… I hope you can find my friend.” Not knowing what else to say, she broke the hug and wiped at her eyes, giving a heavy sniffle. Marigold walked her to the door, giving her a hoofkerchief when they arrived at the entrance.

“Just call us if there is any trouble, my dear. If you see anything suspicious… please call us.” She hoofed Meadow Lark a card. “We would like to help if we can.”

“Sure. Thank you… G’bye.” Meadow mumbled, before she turned and trotted back towards the street. That conversation had left her a little shaken, so visiting with her cousin Coco right now would be just what she needed. Now that she knew that Tempest was a top suspect in this crazy case—maybe because the magic store owner had reported something strange in regards to her as well—it filled her with anxiety. Surely her new friend wouldn’t be capable of anything malicious like that! She had to find her: and then they would talk, mare to mare.

Author's Note

Much thanks to Darth Pegasus and BlazingMoon for their excellent work on pre-reading, comments, and edits. You guys were a heck of a lot of fun to work with. Also thanks to Wolf Lord Eric Longtooth for his comments as well. And thanks to Tillie-TMB for whipping out a quick picture in a very short period of time b/c I was like "I wanna publish I wanna publish!"

Also, the pic idea came from Darth Pegasus. We got a little cartoonish there, but why the heck not? Police piling into crates of oranges is always funny...

Until next time - love you guys. And as always, comments welcome and appreciated.

Chapter Six: Burning the Dross

Dull. Day Court had been a rather dull affair. Nothing new about that. Normally the hours of Day Court seemed to blend into one another, and Celestia just endured until she retired to the evening meal. Today was a little bit different, only in that the dullness of the Day Court offered a stark contrast to what had happened this morning.

Not that there had been a national crisis or anything. Those had become far less frequent over the past couple of years, thank harmony. But the morning took a turn for the strange when Princess Twilight’s tail somehow materialized exactly over Celestia’s pastries, ruining the treats as the ash and burnt hair floated down to make a new topping. Celestia figured her former protégé must have been standing a little too close to her dragon assistant while he sneezed or something. While that made for an entirely reasonable explanation, that didn’t stop Luna from laughing her fool head off, making puns and comments such as unloading rare spices from the dock at Twilight.

At the conclusion of the morning tea, Celestia thought that would’ve been the end of it. Instead, Luna stayed up past her bedtime to set up a series of creative and well-timed pranks.

Thankfully, as the day moved on, so did the various hijinks her sister was behind, as Luna retired to her quarters by eleven o’clock. in the aftermath however, Celestia sent a letter to Twilight inviting her to assist her in retaliatory pranks most foul. She hoped for an affirmative reply, but as yet, no reply had been made either way.

Sitting at the head of the new conference table of cherry wood, Celestia scowled as she adjusted her tail, trying to get more comfortable on the newly delivered chairs that were slowly becoming her new nemesis during briefings. Raven Inkwell, her assistant, had wanted to update the decor of the primary briefing room, but Celestia’s flank was having second thoughts of the sitting accommodations. It did give the room a more contemporary feel like Raven had wanted, of course, but contemporary did not equal comfort. Maybe she would give Raven her seat for the next week.

The door burst open as Celestia’s group of advisors trotted in with various documents, and Celestia greeted each in turn. They were followed by a castle servant pushing a cart topped with a food service tray beneath a bell-shaped stainless steel cloche. As the ponies took their places around the elongated conference table, the server lifted the cloche off of the tray with a flourish, revealing the hors d'oeuvres to be featured during the meeting. Surprisingly, the Castle Kitchens had decided to furnish the meeting with pastries of all things. As Celestia looked over the distinctive color of the frosting, she felt her left eye begin to twitch.

“An interesting choice for hors d’oeuvres at this hour, Princess Celestia…” Minty hedged, raising an eyebrow almost up to her bangs as she moved closer. Despite this, Minty’s magic picked out one of the frosted eclairs and held it up for closer inspection. “And what an interesting color scheme for the frosting...”

Misty Veil, a gray unicorn official over foreign affairs, came up beside the light green unicorn who served as the secretary of agriculture and peered over her shoulder, taking her measure of the proffered treat. “Oh, that does look interesting…” Misty blinked in recognition. “Wait, it’s like the coloration of the Princess of Friendship’s mane. And it has sprinkles on top… or sparkles, if you prefer…” She giggled before she lifted one up and took a bite, experimentally chewing it as she looked to the side before her face brightened in recognition. “Nice! The indigo frosting is blackberry, while the violet and pink trim has a distinct floral overtones…” She smacked her lips a few times. “It tastes like violets!”

Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, Celestia resisted the urge to do something rash and smoothed out her facial expression before looking over at Raven. Her majordomo had dropped her head, and was holding her glasses in one hoof while massaging the bridge of her nose with the other. Apparently, Luna had been holding one prank in reserve. Celestia desperately hoped that Twilight would join her for some retaliatory strikes.

* * *

“And that wraps up the info on the current unrest in Minos. Your agents are on hoof, keeping an eye and a wing on it, but for now, the Minotaurs are handling it adequately as an internal matter.” Misty Veil concluded and leaned back into her seat, setting her documents down.

A knock sounded at the door, drawing the attention of the seated ponies, including Minty Sorbet who was startled out of her reverie. Raven Inkwell stood up and opened the door, and returned with a fresh document in hoof after a brief conversation with the courier pony.

“Well, we were about to wrap up, but apparently there was a late tidbit of news from Manehattan that could be mentioned.” Raven returned to her seat, reading over the document quickly before clearing her throat. “Apparently, there was a disturbance in Manehattan early this afternoon.” Raven held up a hoof as her eyes continued to travel over the page. “Among other curious elements of this case, it seems that a middle aged unicorn librarian, with no police record of any kind, decided to bombard all of her library patrons with library books. Ballistically.”

Celestia’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“Well, it seems this librarian attacked all of the library patrons.” Raven’s ear twitched in discomfort. “She was apprehended by a small Police force and brought into the Manehattan General Hospital under sedation.”

Celestia leaned forward, starting to frown. “Were any of my little ponies harmed?”

With a sigh, Raven continued. “There were only a few minor injuries, mostly contusions and abrasions, it seems. Four ponies checked themselves into the hospital and were released after an hour or two, but one had to be be brought in by medical responders due to a concussion. However, there are several ponies seeking psychological counseling from the emotional trauma of the experience.” Raven frowned for a moment, before continuing under her breath. “Hmmph. Must have been hit by some pretty lowbrow literature.

Celestia cleared her throat delicately, causing Raven to duck her head for a minute. “And what of the librarian?” By this time the rest of the briefing advisors were all leaning forward a little, their ears directed towards Raven’s position.

“They attempted a psychiatric examination, but it didn’t go so well, due to the agitation of the patient. And magical scans only hint at some type of magical influence at play, but so far nopony knows what it is. The Librarian is back under sedation at this time, and they are bringing in some experts from the magical school in Baltimare.”

“How very strange,” Celestia murmured. There were of course numerous accounts of violence and theft among the more desperate of her ponies, and such things were normally handled without incident on the local level. Celestia normally only heard facts and figures about such things except for notable cases. This case, however, seemed odd by comparison, especially when the doctors and police were both at a loss for what had happened, and magic seemed to factor into it somehow.

Raven cleared her throat again. “Would you like to convey any messages or take any actions?”

Celestia blinked before responding to the mare decisively. “No. Keep the librarian safe and let the doctors work. Just keep me apprised of any changes to the situation. Also, notify Luna when she is available.”

“Will do, your majesty.” Raven inclined her head in acknowledgement before standing up from her seat. “If there is nothing further?” Raven looked over the assembled ponies. “Very well, then. Meeting adjourned.”

* * *

It had been a delightful afternoon with her cousin, but Meadow once again felt her attention drawn to the window, watching different ponies as they ambled past. Since it was the weekend, Coco Pommel’s shop was closed for the latter half of the day. This was part of the reason why Meadow had decided to delay her visit until later in the afternoon. She had not wanted to impose during Coco’s normal business hours.

“Meadow?” Coco gently probed “You’re sure everything went okay during your studies in Gryphus?”

Meadow shook her head before straightening up on her stool, turning back to look at her cousin again. “Hm? Whazzat?”

Coco shook her head, smiling faintly. “You’ve been overseas for three months, and that’s the third time in the past fifteen minutes that you zoned out on me. I had to call your name three times. Are all the ponies walking past my showroom window that interesting?”

“I wasn’t… well, um…” Meadow’s cheeks colored as she looked down, trying to clear her mind for a moment. There were plenty of half-formed thoughts, snippets of memory, and flashes of emotion from this morning, but it all seemed to roil and circle, never coalescing into a crystalized thought. She came into Coco’s shop feeling anxious and confused, and was hoping that chatting with her favorite cousin would get her mind off of the mess. Unfortunately, she only managed to make herself look tense and distractible, causing her favorite cousin to worry.

Coco got up from her cushion and walked up to Meadow, placing a hoof on her shoulder. “C’mon,” she prodded quietly. “Something is bothering you, and you’ve been keeping it all locked up since you came in here.”

Meadow’s cheeks colored just a little more, and she rolled her eyes to shrug it off.

Coco’s face turned into an amused smirk. “Is it a stallion?” She teased. “A Tiercel?”

Meadow’s eyes sprang wide. “What? No!”.

“Well, c’mon, then,” Coco nudged. “What’s on your mind?”

Meadow’s slouched her head forward, exhaling with a sudden burst of air. “Okay, fine.” She slipped off of her stool and began to pace back and forth in front of the winter fashion display. “I have a friend… somepony who I met during the voyage back from Gryphus.” Meadow dug her forehoof into the carpet a little. “And I think she may be in some sort of trouble.”

Coco’s ears turned back slightly while her brows furrowed. “What kind of trouble?”

Meadow went on to describe this strange mare she had met on the ship, and her later attempts to introduce her to Equestria in general and the city of Manehattan in particular. She had been drawn in by the mysterious nature of this unicorn, who had seemed so intriguing with her archaic speech patterns and her rather pensive and brooding disposition... She had also been drawn in because Tempest had seemed so intense and focused, and yet so sad. Meadow felt inspired to befriend her, and while making new friends was one of the ways Princess Twilight recommended to celebrate the new national holiday of Friendship Day, Meadow was motivated by more than that.

But then things got awkward when they visited a magic shop, where Tempest’s conversation with the store manager revealed just how foreign Tempest’s background must have been. It became obvious that she knew very little about Equestrian Culture. But then there was the library, where Tempest had seemed so happy when they had parted ways. It was only a few hours later when the incident happened and that librarian turned animalistic. Meadow wasn’t even sure why she had been bold enough to barrel straight into the library when all of the other ponies were fleeing in terror. She grimaced as she described the still too recent situation.

“Goodness, that must of been awful!” Coco gasped out, getting up from her cushion to trot over and give Meadow a hug. “I know you enjoy a little bit of adventure here and there— especially if you’re brave enough to spend months at a time in the backcountry of Gryphus— but what possessed you to run into a building that other ponies were running out of? You could’ve been seriously hurt!”

Meadow let out a nervous giggle from her cousin’s concern, enveloped as she was in Coco’s embrace while surrounded by her cream-colored fur, but the sound became tangled into a muffled half-sob. Trying to cover it up, she coughed lightly before clearing her throat. It was comforting to receive such a heartfelt gesture. “Well, you know me, Coco. Always the one to swim upstream.” She gave a wet sounding sniffle.

“Yes, ever the wild one under that unassuming and innocent smile.” Coco pulled back so she could look into Meadow’s eyes, her smile turning mischievous. “So… what was the creature like?”

“It… wasn’t a creature.” Meadow’s eyes took on a haunted appearance. “It was the librarian. But she was acting like some feral creature, and she was hurting ponies. I had to kick over a shelf to distract her in order to get a mother and her child out of harm’s way.”

. “Y-you kicked over a… a whole library shelf?” Coco stuttered. “How in Celestia’s name—?”

Meadow tried to smile as she did a graceful spin before striking a fighting pose. “You remember my days competing in the art of Capomarea?”

Coco gaped for a moment. “That’s right. You were a black belt!” She shook her head, smirking. “So what did you do, pull off a graceful spin/flip before you delivered a crushing blow to that unsuspecting shelf?”

Meadow stuck her tongue out in response to her cousin’s teasing. “Not really...” She resumed her fighting pose before practicing a few spinning kicks into the air, her back hoof making a swishing sound as it passed.

“It really wasn’t anything so dramatic.” Swoosh. “I saw one shelf unbalanced a little, and happened to be in a fortuitous place.” Swoosh. “I just helped it to the ground with a good impact.”

“Fortuitous,” Coco replied with amusement. “Helped it to the ground… Right.”

“As you say. It made for quite the noise, too, but that let me escape with that mare and her son and stay hidden until the police arrived.”

Coco returned to her cushion and fanned herself with a hoof. “So what are you going to do now?”

Meadow’s muzzle scrunched in resolution. “I have to find Tempest. She may be in trouble—or she may be behind it. I’d like to find out if I can.”

“But what if she’s dangerous?” Coco warned. “What if she turns you into a feral ornithologist, and you start hurling birds at ponies?”

“Pfft. Hurling birds at ponies, she says. She’s a good pony, Coco. I can feel that. She is just confused, and in trouble. I think I can help her. And it’s the right thing to try.”

Coco was unconvinced, raising an eyebrow as she glared at her foolhardy cousin. “I think the right thing is to let the authorities handle it. Don’t get caught in the middle of that!”

“It’s fine, Coco. It’s probably nothing. Like I said, she is a good pony, and is probably just scared and confused.” Meadow contended, watching her cousin fold her forelegs over her chest. “Anyway, first things first. I need to pick up some groceries and head back to my condo—there’s nothing in the cupboards, you know?”

“We could always go dine out at El Loco Taco. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good hay-burrito.”

Meadow looked to the side in thought. “That sounds good, but let’s make it tomorrow night. I’ve got a lot on my mind right now, and I need to get my kitchen in order.” Meadow thought a moment more before she brightened. “If it makes you feel better, I could give you a description, and maybe some of your more well-connected friends can keep an eye out for her?”

“I guess if she sticks around Manehattan,” Coco sighed, getting up from her cushion. “I can do that. I was going to visit my brother at his salon anyway. Let’s catch up later tonight, okay?”

Meadow nodded, smiling before she gave her cousin one last hug before they parted. Coco escorted her to the door. “That sounds like a plan. I’ll stop by tonight to see if your friends have seen anything. And thanks for letting me crash here for a few hours!”

Coco waved her off with a hoof. “Think nothing of it, you crazy mare. See you tonight.” Meadow returned the wave before turning to trot down the street, leaving Coco to wonder about the crazy situations her cousin seemed to always get into.

* * *

Narrow beams of light illuminated the stale air of the warehouse. The muted rumble of cranes and forklifts further down the pier caused the nearby window to rattle in its frame. The longshoreponies that worked on the docks seemed to do a lot more driving than the lifting they did back in her day, with the assistance of these bizarre and noisy machines. It only made sense, since there was such a larger population to supply. The only sounds from within the building were the occasional faint scrambling rat’s paws, and an even fainter dripping noise from somewhere in the shadows.

Finding her way into the abandoned warehouse had been a relatively simple matter, as it had been easy to stay hidden in the shadows and use the occasional bit of magic to avoid detection. What was most important was the fact that she had successfully avoided the police, and now had an opportunity to lay low and to plan her next move.

Tempest had spent a good portion of the past hour mentally berating herself for the commotion she had caused, but she was ready to try to push all of that to the side. It was time to review the selected memory she had stored within The Eye once again. Reliving the memory wasn’t something she enjoyed doing— in fact, she detested the experience, as it was made up of a mishmash of friendships long gone, and scenes of horror that struck the marrow from her bones. But harsh as the experience was, it was a necessity. It always helped her clear away the detritus and self-doubt so that she could focus on her singular cause.

Free Luna, above all else.

No matter the odds, find a way.

With The Eye on her side, Tempest felt that she now had a way. However, she would not be able to act if Luna interfered. Not if Princess Luna was under magical manipulation by Celestia.

Tempest initiated the now familiar ritual, one where she set up several magical wards for privacy and protection allowing her to review the memory uninterrupted. It would not do to be discovered unawares while in the throes of such a realistic flashback. And while the experience was harrowing and gave her very real pain, it was at the same time… cleansing. Like a burning fire, it cleared away all of the dross and doubt and kept her mind on her task.

Time to burn away my fears and begin again.

The wards now in place, Tempest crouched in a shadowy corner of the warehouse, trying to smooth out her breathing. She pulled the hateful Eye up and out of her cloak and gazed at the rough hewn surface. Some portions of the memory were rather pleasant, but nearer the end? Well; this time she would try to avoid coming out of it screaming.

Why was her accursed heart beating so fast? Why did her hoof tremble? Such were signs of weakness—feebleness that had to be stamped out. Gritting her teeth, Tempest brought the simulacrum of an eye before her, and activated her horn for the connection.

* * *

“If I should fall… do not reveal your Lunar allegiance to Celestia. She would quickly overpower you, which is something that I could not bear. If I should fall, then your mission will be to bide your time. Become successful; become powerful, and develop your technology of amulets. One day you and your amulets may yet avenge me.”

“…I swear it, mother. I swear it!”

Tempest hugged the Lunar Princess fiercely, nuzzling into her luxurious indigo fur. She felt the powerful alicorn grip her in a smothering hug, a hoof stroking through her charcoal and yellow mane. Tempest couldn’t quite stifle the sobs threatening to burst out, but she tried. After a moment, Luna released the embrace, looking deeply into her eyes. Tempest looked back, almost swallowed up in the ancient abyss within the teal pools she saw there.

“Tempest,” Luna intoned. “You are everything to me. You are part of my hope for a better tomorrow. No matter what happens, I want you to remember that.” Luna placed her hoof lightly upon Tempest’s chest, the glittering silver armored cold to the touch as it rested over her heart. “Remember, in here.”

“Yes, mother.” Tempest dragged a fetlock across her muzzle before looking up and giving her mother a watery smile. “Thank you. Is there anything else before I depart?”

Luna gently shook her head. “Nay, child. You may take your leave.” Luna’s magic flashed, releasing the bindings on the door and deactivating the privacy spell upon the room. The door swung open with a creak. “Go in peace, my faithful student.”

Luna’s voice had taken on her commanding mentor’s edge instead of the motherly tone she had been using before, and she turned back to the maps on the table. Sketching a quick bow, Tempest turned on her hoof, rounding the corner and ignoring the guard that was propositioning her earlier. She turned her head away so he wouldn’t be able to see traces of any dampness on her face, and ignored him when he called after her.

Tempest paced down the corridor, trying desperately to not display the hurricane of emotions she was feeling. It was a mixture of impotent rage and a cloying anxiety that curdled in her heart. It was humiliating to know so much about what upset her mother, and yet to be so powerless to do anything about it but to offer her comfort.

Tempest gazed out a window as she continued to make her way towards the school grounds, estimating the time by the position of the moon. Since the evening meal had already passed, Tempest’s friends were likely still gathered in the commons area of the school campus. In fact she knew they were, because they had wanted to continue the current role playing game that Bright Light was directing.

Saturday evenings were often a social gathering time, and her fellow students could often be found in the dormitory area and spread about the commons with their fellow classmates, either gossiping or reminiscing about recent adventures they had had. Tempest felt a twinge of guilt as she thought about joining her colleagues. How could she enjoy herself among her friends while her own mother was miserable in what seemed to be an impossible political firestorm, the source of which was her sister in an act of betrayal? Not knowing where else to go at the moment and knowing she had a commitment to keep, she continued on her way. Perhaps Alistor, her closest friend and confidant, could offer some counsel.

Rounding one more corner, Tempest’s vision was unexpectedly filled with an expanse of white, catching her unawares and causing her to recoil in surprise. A gentle voice called out to her in greeting.

“Hello, Tempest. How did your meeting go with Princess Luna?”

Tempest swallowed, struggling to regain her poise. It was becoming increasingly difficult over the past two months to not flinch when addressed by Princess Celestia. Luna had been making it increasingly clear that Celestia was the source of the problem, and becoming a direct threat to her rule. It was no surprise that Tempest found her distrust in the Solar Monarch rapidly accelerating into full blown hatred.

Don’t let her see your hatred. Don’t let her see your anger.

“Fine! Yes, the meeting was fine, Your Highness.” Tempest internally winced at how loud that reply sounded, but she pressed on and forced her face into smile.

Like I’m gonna fool Princess Celestia, a pony that has been dealing in political maneuvering and intrigue for more than 500 years.

Celestia’s eyebrows furrowed just a fraction before inclining her head slightly to the side. “Even though your attitude towards me has become disaffected of late, I still want to express my gratitude. I am grateful: truly grateful that you have been such a rock and a support to my sister these past few months. Celestia turned around in the too-narrow hallway to stand next to Tempest, now facing the same direction. Celestia began to lift a wing as if to drape it across Tempest’s back but she hesitated half-way, pulling it back to her side with a twitch.

Sighing, she looked down the corridor. “Walk with me?” It sounded more like a directive than an invitation.

The taller alicorn began to walk slowly down the hall, leaving Tempest rooted to the spot. She really didn’t want to follow, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. Standing here for much longer would just make her look petulant and foalish.

Before she could start, however, Celestia turned her head with a sad smile, her gaze probing in a way. “I would be most appreciative if you could accompany me to the castle gardens…”

Giving a stiff bow, Tempest gave her reply. “Of course, Your Highness.” She fell into step with her aunt as they took a left down an adjoining hall, heading back towards the castle and the gardens beyond.

After a minute of walking in relative silence, Celestia looked down to Tempest again. “Tempest, if I may speak plainly…” Celestia trailed off into silence again, looking ahead with a troubled expression.

Watching her aunt out of the corner of her eye, Tempest pursed her lips. She had never seen Celestia at a loss for words, but there was a first time for anything, she supposed.

“I am worried about my sister,” she murmured. “So very worried.” They rounded yet another corner, finally approaching a large archway framing a double door that was flanked by two muscular guards. Without a word, the guards took a half-step to the side and opened the doorway.

As they got outside, Celestia’s horn glowed with a shimmering golden light, causing a near-transparent privacy bubble to coalesce around them. “I am worried about my sister,” Celestia breathed. “So very worried. In the centuries we have spent together in Harmony, I have never seen her in this state.”

Celestia turned away from the central walkway and made her way towards a clearing marked with a few benches placed between several ornamental plum and olive trees. She sat down, indicating for Tempest to do the same on the bench across from her. Not knowing what to say, Tempest took her place and waited for Celestia to continue.

“Clearly, as sisters and co-rulers of Equestria for the past 512 years, we have had many differences of opinion and have even fought. But now? This situation is different somehow. Our relationship has become strained to the point that it feels broken. It’s like I hardly know her.” Tempest struggled to keep her face neutral while Celestia’s steady gaze bore down on her. Unable to maintain eye contact,Tempest looked away, feeling like she was being crushed under an avalanche of emotion..

“I bring this to you my dear student,” Celestia confided, inclining her head. “Of all of my ponies, Princess Luna seems to have grown the closest to you for reasons I cannot quite fathom.” She gave a wan smile. “Suffice to say, you enjoy a truly rare position.”

Celestia’s smile disappeared again. “I have already spoken to Storm Sabre, the Captain of the Lunar Guard, but he has been less than helpful. I am left to turn to you.”

Tempest felt her heart churn in an emotional storm. It had been almost two years since she learned that she was Princess Luna’s daughter, and she had seen these changes from an entirely different perspective. Pivotal in her unique perspective was the fact that the pony speaking to her at the moment was at the source of all of those problems!

“My dear sister seems to be pulling away from everything. She has always had her capricious side, but she has never lacked in her deep and abiding love for our ponies. She has always treated her position as her most sacred duty. But now?”

Princess Celestia brought one of her armored hooves up to her face, frowning as she studied her own distorted reflection on the burnished surface of her shoe. “You might know that she rarely holds her Night Court anymore. What you may not know is that hasn’t made a public appearance for more than seven weeks. The University of Cloudsdale just let me know that she canceled her keynote address for their Commencement ceremony next week. Yesterday she failed to appear as the guest of honor for the grand opening of the new Museum of Thestral History. My sister has become irretrievably distant, and she is disconnecting from everything—including me.”

The Princess looked up again, setting her hoof down before gazing at Tempest expectantly. She was apparently now waiting for a response. Celestia likely wanted a revelation, or at least an explanation of some kind. She would get nothing of the sort. All Tempest felt for the Solar Monarch right now was spite. And she could have all of it.

“Please, Tempest. I wouldn’t bring such matters to a student under any normal circumstances---but these are not normal circumstances. Indeed, I fear that this could grow beyond a familial problem and impact all of Equestria. This problem… it is more important than any other concern, foreign or domestic. And you are the key.”

Celestia stood up, slowly pacing towards Tempest as her voice intoned what she wanted, wavering slightly with barely concealed desire. “You are so very close to her. You have had more private meetings in the past few months with Princess Luna, I dare say, than anypony in a comparable length of time.” Princess Celestia lowered herself to the earth, kneeling before Tempest so that she could meet her gaze on the same level. Tempest leaned back as the pressure of Celestia’s intensity buffeted her, as if she were standing too close to a bonfire.

“Please,” Celestia entreated, her voice lowering to a whisper. “I love my sister; but I don’t understand the depth of what’s happened, and she won’t broach the subject with me. We’ve had our disagreements in the past, but I fear that this is something far deeper. Isn’t there anything I can do to bridge this gulf that has opened between us? Anything to repair the breach?”

It was too much. Tempest broke the spell by tearing her gaze away, realizing to her surprise that she desperately needed to breathe. Gasping for air, she hurriedly got to her hooves and took a few steps to the side in an effort to clear her head.

What was Princess Celestia playing at? Repair the breach?

Her aunt sounded sincere—but after so many meetings with Luna she knew better than to trust that. Celestia was the consummate politician, and being duplicitous was at the very core of her nature. Even now Tempest had nearly fallen into her thrall; but now that she had broken free her heart began to beat again, fill with boiling rage. To think that her aunt was now appealing to those who were Luna’s closest connections, perhaps to find some new angle of attack—some final method of driving the last nail into her coffin? Tempest felt the realization like a cold slap, as if she were seeing the truth for the very first time, and she turned to look up at her aunt, her eyes full of hate.

“Hah!” Tempest startled at the sound of her voice. It sounded sharp and yet hollow, and frigid as the winter sky. “Repair the breach? You, the very pony—the one who…” Tempest stopped herself short. What did Celestia know of Luna’s suspicions? Did she know about Luna’s sources and embedded agents? If Tempest revealed now that she knew of Celestia’s plot to supplant her sister, would it accelerate her plans? She had to speak carefully, and not reveal too much.

“I… my apologies, Princess Celestia. My emotions were getting the better of me. You didn’t deserve that.” Tempest heaved a huge breath before continuing, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a way to put Celestia off of the scent. “She has not brought these troubles to me, Princess. Not in the detail that you have given them. Yes, I have seen that she is under a lot of stress lately, but I am ignorant of the cause.”

For some reason, Princess Celestia had looked encouraged when Tempest began to rant. Now that she had stopped herself and pleaded ignorance to the situation, Celestia’s expression became crestfallen.

Tempest sniffed carelessly and continued. “After all, I am only a student. I am not privy to what goes on behind the scenes in the Diarchy.” Tempest couldn’t maintain eye contact as she said that, so she focused on a particularly twisted olive tree branch lying on the ground. Even so, she felt like she had just won a victory against overwhelming odds.

I should be feeling elated. I just successfully stood up to my aunt while protecting Luna’s interests. Why is it then that I feel so cold and empty inside?

Tempest looked back at Celestia, who was watching her with her ears folded back in silent sorrow. There was an oppressive tension in the air, but after a few seconds, the moment passed. Celestia, the Alicorn Prime, the first in the ruling of Equestria for generations of time, backed up a step. As she continued to gaze down at Tempest, her eyes began to moisten with tears before she took another step back and turned.

“...Excuse me.”

Tempest blinked in shock as Celestia quietly walked back towards the castle, head held low. Did she say too much? Did she reveal something that would cause Celestia to take action against her mother? And could Tempest do anything about it? What could a 2nd year student do to defend herself against an alicorn, let alone defend another, let alone interfere in the greater governance of the country?

Nothing.

She turned aside, walking further into the gardens, emotions roiling without comfort.

* * *

As cathartic as it was to blow off a little steam, the poor earthworms in the garden’s recently plowed soil probably didn’t appreciate the heat. It wasn’t very often that Tempest was allowed to let loose this much power through her horn all at once, and to concentrate it into something hot and destructive enough to damage property. She noted dimly that some of the dirt at the area of impact had turned to glass.

Kicking some of the packed dirt and newly glassed pebbles out of her hooves, Tempest walked back into the castle. Her horn felt overhot, throbbing and inflamed after releasing so much power. Unfortunately, nothing about her situation had changed. Now she just felt tired, and also very late for her meeting with her friends in the commons area back at the school.

After a short walk to the dormitory wing of the castle, she pushed open the heavy wooden door of the commons area, causing a few heads to turn. Scanning the area bustling with classmates and acquaintances, Tempest spotted her friends at their usual table, situated behind the centrally placed hearth.

Tempest smirked as she remembered how her friends had laid claim to this choice location. Alistor was the one to hatch the idea on the second week of school, working to coordinate the schedules of each of their friends so that somepony could always be present at the table, claiming to be saving the seats for the others of the group. By the end of the week, the rest of the school had just accepted that the table by all rights was theirs.

Alistor had rapidly become her best friend. He was a rather diminutive unicorn with a smoky-blue coat and a gray mane highlighted with light and dark streaks, matching the colors of his bizarre cutie mark. Alistor was gifted in a variety of magics, but had mastered none of them. One feature made him unique, however: he seemed to possess a strange magical talent in a field that hadn’t been developed yet.

“Tempest - right on time!” He glanced smugly to his left at Silver Shine, a taller mare in their class who glared back at him. “Some ponies think they can guess at your arrival better than yours truly.” In response to this, Silver Shine pushed a small stack of bits over to him, revealing her pale lavender coat as her arm extended across the table from her flowing black robes.

“Fine,” she glowered. “Your debt is paid.” She leaned back again, tossing her deep blue and fuschia mane. “I’m hardly impressed by your prediction this time, Al. I only placed a wager for something to do while we waited. Besides, you didn’t even look at your mystical fortune-telling book.” She lowered her voice to mutter her next words to Mysty Spirit who was seated to her left, ignoring Bright Light who sat between them. “Should have known that Tempest would be late with her meeting and miss dinner… again.” Her gaze flicked back up at Tempest, only faintly holding back her accusation.

Alistor stuck his tongue out while wrinkling his nose. “Should have known, eh? Well, I did.” Lighting his horn, Alistor brought up a plate of food from somewhere under the table. “Here ya go, Temp. Chef Marinara was working the kitchens tonight, and they made your favorite. I had to fend off Bright Light, though.”

“Oooh, cheese manicotti!” Tempest’s dark mood lightened a bit as she looked at the plate presenting one of her favorites. “Thanks Alistor! You’re the best!” She plopped down on the remaining space next to him and began to dig in.

“Right again, and when you’re right, you’re right...” Alistor sighed, before turning towards Silver Shine with a cross look. “And it’s my codex, not… whatever you said it was.”

Tempest turned an ear towards her friends’ conversation while she stuffed her face full of manicotti. She was really quite hungry, and Alistor had been kind enough to cast a warming spell on the meal before she sat down. Tempest could tell that Mysty Spirit was anxious to start the game, if her fidgeting hooves were any indication, and sure enough, she began to bounce lightly in her seat, her two-toned lavender and sienna curls bouncing cutely as she did so.

“Tempest, you promised!” Mysty whined. “You knew we were all set to launch our new quest in Ogres and Oubliettes. I told you it was going to be at seven o’clock!” Mysty stuck out her bottom lip in a cute little pout.

“I don’t recall any promise,” Bright Light mumbled in deep baritone. He fixed Tempest with a sidelong glance between his long white bangs, setting the O&O book down. “All you did was tell Tempest what time our game was scheduled. If I recall, all she did was give you one of her patented dodges. I think the wording she used this time was ‘okay, we’ll see.’ You didn’t pin her down to an actual commitment.” Mysty folded her arms before giving him a loud raspberry .

Rolling his eyes, Bright Light ducked back behind the rule book. After a moment his voice came out from behind. “And Tempest’s meetings with Princess Luna have been going especially late recently. Hardly a feat of clairvoyance, Alistor.”

“Never said it was, Brightly.” Alistor grinned as he beaned a twenty-sided dice off of the cover of the book, causing Bright to look up and glare at him over the edge. “Just patterns and probabilities.”

Mysty pushed her small figurine forward with a petite cornflower blue hoof. “Okay, I’ve got one. There is a very high probability that my necromancer cleric is getting tired of the pattern of always waiting around for Tempest’s paladin to show up!”

“We can still play, geeze!” Tempest mumbled out through a mouth full of manicotti. “Just let me finish this real quick.” She hoped they could understand her through all of that pasta as she struggled to swallow the mess. “I would have been here a while ago, if not for Celestia accosting me in the hall.” Tempest stopped chewing, looking up into the faces of her friends. She realized too late that saying that was going to get a reaction.

Sure enough, Bright Light was glaring at her, but he wasn’t one to give verbal reprimands. Silver Shine, on the other hand…

“…Accosted?” Silver Shine straightened up, her voice sharp. “Princess Celestia wouldn’t do that! Being tardy might get you guilt-tripped into locking your own sorry flank into detention when she gives you that look, but accosted?”

Tempest huffed. “Well, she didn’t accost me per se, but she did try to get some private information out of me regarding her sister!” Tempest’s friends began to look uncomfortable. She realized that she was bringing the mood crashing down, but right now she didn't care. Her evening had been positively harrowing, and she wasn’t feeling like holding back. “I mean, she was speaking to me as if I could solve whatever it is that is going on between them right now!”

Alistor’s ears perked up as his gaze turned more astute. “What is going on between them right now?”

Mysty fidgeted with her figurine while she tapped a rear hoof against her chair. Bright Light gave out a loud sigh as he starting putting the rule books away, sensing that a simple game among friends was not going to happen this evening.

“You think I know?” Tempest fumed. Alistor just looked back, expressionless. “Just… forget it!”

Silver got up from her chair so she could circle around the table, holding up a placating hoof. “Tempest, Princess Celestia loves her sister. You should know that she is probably just trying to reach out to anypony in a position to help. You are one of the closest ponies to Princess Luna, and maybe because of that, she sees you as one of the few ponies who can.” She gave a sour smile, before nudging Tempest in the ribs. “It’s not like the rest of us are in such an elevated position, you know?”

Tempest tried to keep her expression impassive. It didn’t help that Silver’s comforting message was strikingly similar what Celestia had been saying. She didn’t want to talk about this right now, but it was her own dumb fault for bringing it up.

Silver continued, her voice growing more emphatic. "If your sister were in trouble or depressed, wouldn’t you try to help her out any way you could?"

Tempest pulled away from Silver’s hoof, her gaze turning venomous. “Luna’s not depressed, Silver. She is… well, it’s just different than that! You just don’t know the half of what is really going on!”

“Because you never tell us!” Silver retorted, her face heating up. “You never open up about any of it. It’s always secrets and whispers, and… and... private meetings behind closed doors! If you won’t share whatever it is you are dealing with, problems that all the rest of us are starting to feel all throughout the school, then what good are we? What is it about Luna— “

“—Princess Luna—”

“ —Yes, Princess Luna.” Silver huffed, rolling her eyes. “Whatever is going on is going to end up hurting your friends. What are you are hiding? Or maybe you are just confiding in Alistor?”

Tempest took in a sharp breath, her eyes darting back to the smoky blue colt. She had warned Silver not to say or indicate anything that would illuminate Tempest’s confused feelings towards her best friend, and she could tell that Alistor was looking a little embarrassed as well.

Silver Shine, for her part, seemed out of breath, and after a moment Bright Light came up by her side, placing a heavy hoof around her shoulders. He leaned in to murmur something in her ears before fixing Tempest with his bright blue eyes.

“Tempest? Silver and I are going to head out for a bit. She’d like to talk for a bit, so If you will excuse us.” Bright guided her back towards the doorway.

Alistor was suddenly at Tempest’s side, leaning in to speak to her much the way that Bright had just spoken to Silver. “C’mon, Temp. You probably need a little time to work this all out as well. Why don’t we find somewhere to sit, and you can tell me whatever you are comfortable with?”

“What about me? Mysty called out. What am I supposed to do until you get back?” Alistor looked at her for a moment before pointing to his figurine. Well, you can keep my rogue pegasus character company, I guess. Hook him up with your necromancer cleric.”

Mysty gave him a sour look.

“Look. we are probably done for the evening, Myst. How about you clean up the game and I’ll buy you a muffin tomorrow?”

“Two, or it’s no deal!” Mysty gave him a mock-scowl, folding her arms.

“Two then,” Alistor chuckled. “C’mon, Tempest. Let’s go for a walk.”

* * *

“So, you gonna spill, or do I need to keep talking the whole evening?”

The castle library was dead silent at this hour of the night, as it was just half an hour before the last few patrons were escorted out so that the building could close. Alistor and Tempest had been meandering about the school grounds for about ninety minutes, but they eventually gravitated towards the library, almost without any conscious decision to do so.

The school library had many alcoves and private rooms for study, and soon after they arrived, Alistor had escorted Tempest into one of these, mostly making small talk and rehashing upcoming assignments and reviewing the issues of the day.

Tempest rocked back and forth on the desk she was sitting on, listening to the wood groan and complain while she tipped it from one side to the other. “I just don’t know what to do, Alistor. Princess Luna feels like her throne is being threatened.”

Alistor’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t know her anxiety went that deep.”

Tempest slowly slid off the desk to sit next to the smaller unicorn sitting on the floor below her, enjoying the warm contact between them. She had been keeping her distance all night, her emotions a jumble of anger, anxiety, and confusion, but Alistor had patiently stuck it out: listening to her, supporting her, walking with her—just being there for the sake of their friendship.

Tempest took another deep breath before letting it all out. How many times had she felt the need to do that today? “But that isn’t even the worst part…”

Alistor looked back at her, studying her face. “Well, that must be pretty bad then.” He waited while Tempest stared at her hooves for several moments. “Tell me what you can. I won’t force anything.”

“Luna…” Tempest sighed, dragging a hoof across the carpet with a scraping sound. “Luna is convinced that Celestia is the source of the threat.”

The air was heavy as Alistor paused, until he finally drew a long breath. “Um. Wow. Is there anything you think you can do?”

That was an interesting question. He always did have an odd way of asking them. Tempest stood up and began to pace around the room. “There really isn’t anything I can do. As far as I can see it, Princess Luna is being monitored, spied upon, scryed upon, and is the likely the subject of most ponies’ whispers and suspicion. Is it any wonder that she is distancing herself from the public eye? She can hardly trust anypony. I’m a second year student! What could I do?” She stopped to look back at her friend who unflinchingly held her gaze.

Alistor’s eyes became shrewd “…What are you planning to do?”

“What?” Tempest blinked in surprise. “I’m not planning anything. What in Equestria would give you the notion that I would try anything?!”

Alistor’s look of suspicion morphed into a lucid smile. “Methinks thou dost protest too much.”

Tempest pressed her lips into a flat line. “I hate it when you do that. Quit reading me, Al! You are trying to project my—”

“—I didn’t do anything, I don’t even have my Codex out.” He soothed. “Beside, none of my prescient school of magic is needed when you make yourself this easy to read…”

“Yeah, yeah… maybe easy for you.” Tempest thumped him on the shoulder with a hoof, stopping to gaze at him for a few moments before she realized that she had just made the situation awkward. Turning away from him again, she strode up to the front of the room. “Anyway… I’ve been thinking about your offer lately, Alistor.”

A clock chimed out in the corridor, signalling the closing hour for the library imminent. Alistor sat up a little straighter. “Really? You’ve spent the better part of the year explaining why you would never want me to do it. All your philosophy about anti-determinism and self-fulfilling prophecies and whatnot.”

Looking over her shoulder, Tempest smiled sheepishly. “Things change, Al… Ponies change. And I don’t know where else to turn for answers.” Now she had Alistor’s undivided attention. Not that she didn’t before, but now she could see the tension in his face, and the intensity in his eyes.

“Are you sure?”

Tempest blew out a breath she had been holding. “I am. I want you to look.”

Alistor blinked, his face growing pensive and anxious. “With the new information you have shared tonight—I am almost afraid of what I would see.” He slid his codex out of his saddle bag, a rather massive tome with many addendum notes and tabs sticking out all over.

“If you want to know, I will give this the best that my magic is able.” He opened the tome and heaved it on the table between them with a thump, stirring up some dust from the surface. “You know that this kind of magic takes a lot out of me, and it grows harder the more I develop my skills, not easier. But an offer is an offer. Are you absolutely sure?”

Tempest drew in a raspy breath as the feeling of a knot grew in her heart. She had always been resolute in not peeking into her future, or anypony else’s. It just felt wrong. Alistor had offered her a look at the beginning of 2nd year, claiming that his talent had become much more reliable, but she had rebuffed the offer. She didn’t want to fool around with deeper powers involving fate or destiny, and she said as much. Now, after her latest meeting with Princess Luna, it was just too much. She needed more information, some kind of cosmic wisdom. Hopefully, Alistor’s magic might be able to provide a little of what she needed.

“Do it.”

Alistor nodded his head once. “Alright. Just wait a minute while I cross-reference a few things and then re-align them with the new information you just shared with me. When I tune in my magic, I will be drawing all of the connections and associations possible, and all the probabilities that exist between you, Princess Luna, and Princess Celestia. Once I ignite my horn, please don’t interrupt.”

Tempest watched as he flipped back and forth in his book for several minutes, scanning different notes and tables inside. Then, after he had spent time doing that, he opened his book exactly in the middle and pressed his hooves down on either side. Standing up on his hind hooves, Alistor’s horn began to glow. After a few moments, layers of overglow surrounded his horn, and his eyes began to glow as well. There was a ringing hum in the air as the ambient light in the room seemed to diminish, before the pages of his codex began to lift and spread out, almost as if the book were suspended upside down, or subject to no gravity at all. Visually, this struck a paradox as Alistor’s hooves were still occupying the same space, until Tempest realized that the pages had become ethereal.

Eventually, Tempest experienced what felt like a dividing sensation in her body, almost as if she would be torn asunder, but it wasn’t a physical sensation. Her stomach began to twist as if she were under the effects of severe vertigo. She looked up again and found that there were ghostly images of Alistor and his book, repeated in a perfect line off to the left and the right of him. It was almost as if she were seeing the repeated image made by two mirrors facing each other, but instead of being in the way she was viewing the image from the side. It was rather disconcerting, as these images continued on as if through infinity, almost as if there were no walls, or any room or library of any sort.

Finally with a choked breath, Alistor intoned his prediction. “The knot grows ever tighter, drawn from forces and powers beyond us. And conflict, ancient as the cosmos, inevitably will occur and is almost at hand. The light of one will hide the other in darkness until one shall come to free her of such tyranny. This would be enough, except that the power beyond us still beckons, and will appeal to you—at a time where you would least expect it but also have the greatest need. You will step forward as you will be given hope to right an ancient wrong—and because your eye will be single to your cause, you will be blinded—only because you are already sure. You will then achieve your aim, only to find that it was not your own, yet your own freedom may yet be purchased with a cost.”

The shimmering turquoise light in Alistor’s eyes began to fade, and the almost blinding glow being emitted from his horn began to diminish. The apparition of multiple Alistors and multiple codexes faded, leaving him to gasp and fall forward over his book, a trickle of blood from his left nostril. Breathing rapidly, Alistor slid back from the table until he sat in a heap, blinking his eyes and wiping the small amount of blood from his muzzle. Left behind on the table was his Codex, opened to the very back, where a page displaying shimmering writing was gently glowing in a turquoise hue. After a few more seconds, the light finally extinguished, leaving an oversized, unassuming book.

Tempest’s mouth was hanging open. How could it not, after witnessing such an amazing display of magic. She had never seen the like, and it was both beautiful, and terrifying. She felt like her coat was standing on end, and her mind was swimming with questions and a desire to know more. “That was amazing, Alistor! I mean—I’ve never seen the like from any of our instructors—or from anypony!"

The smaller colt gave a tired smile as he leaned forward again, wobbling as if he had enjoyed far too many ciders. “Yeah?” He lisped blearily. “Well, conthider it my Happy Hearthsh Warming Eve prethent… heh. Ow. That really hurts.” He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his forehead with a hoof.

“Does it always hurt like that? You even started bleeding from your nose.”

“Well no.” Alistor blinked a few more times, as if he was trying to clear his head. “Actually, I’ve never tried to get an active reading on a princess due to their crazy lifespan. I… wasn’t sure what would happen.”

Tempest sat up, horrified. “WHAT? You idiot! You just did a reading between me and both princesses, and you didn’t know how it would affect you? I mean, you’re an exceptionally skilled unicorn, and an excellent student, but sometimes you are really, really stupid! You could have died!”

"Cool. You said I was exceptionally skilled."

Glaring, Tempest hoofed him in the shoulder.

“Heh. Don’t be so melodramatic.” Alistor turned in order to jump down from his seat, but he lost his balance and fell, landing on his shoulder.

“Ow.”

“Ugh! You could have at least told me the risk!” Tempest fumed, still glaring at his downed form. “C’mon, we’re going to the Infirmary.” Tempest magicked the book over to his saddle bags, slipping it inside. “Besides,” she gave him a warm smile, hoisting the saddle bag over her own flanks while assisting Alistor to his feet. “You are a few weeks early for Hearth’s Warming.”

“Everyone’th alwayth a critic.” Alistor slurred out.

Looking into his eyes to check if his pupils were of the same size, Tempest steadied her friend as they made their way out of the room. “Critic, huh?" She smiled. "How’s this for a critic: that prophecy was a little too vague. Couldn’t you have spelled it out better?” She nudged him as they walked.

“Oh pleath. Jus’ take thome paperth, copy it down, and shtudy it at your leisure.”

Tempest pursed her lips in thought before something clicked. “...you are lisping on purpose. Your speech was just fine a moment ago.”

Alistor flashed her a cocky smile. “Could be. But if I am all injured and pathetic, I have to lean on you and put my hoof around your withers.”

“Oh, you think so?”

“Sure. And this is only the beginning. Pretty soon you are going to be coming over all of the time to study!”

Tempest tsked as she smirked back a him. “Only in your wild and crazy dreams, Al.”

Alistor just laughed.

After a few moments, Tempest shook her head. “Pathetic my flank. You were scary in there, Alistor.”

“Admit it. You were impressed. You feel like this particular stallion is going places.”

"The only place this particular stallion is going right now is the Infirmary. C’mon."

Alistor stumbled for a moment. “I dunno Temp. You might have to magic me there.”

Tempest studied him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, alright.” Her horn activated and Alistor was bodily lifted off the ground, suspended over her head while she continued down the corridor.

“I was kidding, Tempest! Kidding!"

...

"Ow! The doorjamb isn’t high enough!”

* * *

One by one, windows imploded in quick succession, the glass bursting inward and raining jagged shards onto the stone floor below. Each explosive sound punished Tempest’s ears like a hammer blow. Tempest galloped towards the two vacant thrones ahead, the one on the right trimmed in bright yellows of the day, the one on the left covered in soothing silvers and blues of the peaceful night.

Tempest felt her adrenaline spike as the flying glass came closer and closer to hitting her. At the current rate, she wasn’t going to make it in time. Looking behind her, the throne room seemed to reach backward into infinity, lost in darkness, instead of the back wall she expected to see at about forty meters distance. She quickly turned her head forward again. This was no time to be looking away!

Tempest winced as she felt the spinning razor-sharp edge of the first piece strike, tracing a clean line across her flank. It burned a little, but she expected such a hit would hurt more. She stumbled as she tried to kick harder, struggling for an extra burst of speed. Closer and closer the chaotic storm of glass approached, one window bursting after the next, until finally the windows flanking her sides imploded as well. Flinching, she ducked her head and rolled under the storm of glass shards, covering her face with her forehooves and closing her eyes to brace for the impending lacerations.

Sliding until she came to a stop, Tempest was perplexed to find that everything had gone silent. Reopening her eyes cautiously, she was amazed to find that all of the glass shards were suspended in the air, as if time itself had slowed to a halt. The sight was terrifying, but in a way it was also mesmerizing, dancing lights sparkling off of the edges of each shard in the frozen swarm.

Looking beyond the swarm, Tempest’s eyes settled on the two royal sisters, locked in mortal combat. Powerful magic cascaded around their forms, arcane energies of such intensity that the tapestries had caught fire and the stone floors were beginning to warp and crumble beneath their hooves.

She was too late. She could see the solar energies as they began to overwhelm her mom. But as she watched in horror, something reflecting off of a larger shard of glass nearby caught her eye. Looking there, she saw her own reflection, except her eyes had changed. Instead of her normal green color, the reflection’s eyes glowed a vibrant purple, crackling with arcs of energy. The reflection gazed back at her with a self-assured smirk, before flicking her eyes towards the battling sisters and back again, as if suggesting something with an expectant expression. And as Tempest watched the reflection in her mirror image’s eyes, she suddenly saw what she had to do.

Calling on her well-honed telekinesis, Tempest reached out to envelop the glass shards closest to her. Her eyes widened in shock as she found that she could detect every single edge and angle of thousands of shards, the exact form of each jagged shape. Expanding her telekinesis further, Tempest found that she could envelop and manipulate every individual piece of glass. She was stunned, but this could work!

Turning with a cry, Tempest directed all of the glass shards at top speed towards Celestia, attempting to somehow find a way to penetrate an her Alicorn level shield. At first the blades bounced harmlessly off, but Luna, noticing Celestia’s attention away from her, was able to produce a narrow, cutting beam, opening a seam in the shield that Tempest could exploit. With a shout of excitement, tempest altered the angle and trajectory of each shard so they flattened out, slipping through the seam before tearing into the pristine white coat of Celestia.

Celesta gave a great cry as her flesh was lacerated, falling back as Tempest continued to pour on her advantage. Feeling sure of her victory, she ran at a gallop over to her mother’s side as Celestia’s shield suddenly imploded with a blast. Even before Tempest could arrive, Luna seized upon the opportunity and finished her older sister off.

Then, it was over. The tyrant was gone, her white body fading entirely from view, leaving instead only a pool of blood and some loose feathers floating down into the mire. Exultantly, Tempest leapt up and wrapped her hooves around Princess Luna, with her mother meeting her in a fierce embrace. Princess Luna laughed low in her throat as she crowed, “Well done my student, my indomitable child. Our night can now begin at last!”

Confused for a moment, Tempest looked up into her mother’s eyes, finding to her surprise a disturbing change. Instead of Luna’s lighter teal, the pony before her had irises of a deeper turquoise, with the sclera an alien bluish white. Cat-like pupils filled her vision as she tried to push away. Looking further down, Tempest noticed the creature wore silvery armor, partially covering a coat of fur that was black as a moonless night, and flashing fangs of a carnivore. The lighting of the throne room was suddenly extinguished, leaving nothing visible except for those eyes, and the creature’s laugh gained in strength, echoing around her.

* * *

Waking up with a gasp, Tempest threw her blankets back and hurled herself down from her bunk, landing hard on the floor. She was in a cold sweat, and her heart was racing. Shaking herself, she looked across the other bunks, noting with relief that she hadn’t awoken anypony. Her mind raced as she reviewed the dream she had just experienced before it faded entirely from her waking mind. This was strange. She hadn’t ever experienced a nightmare in her life, only learning later that the reason was because her mother, Princess Luna, was especially vigilant of such things for her. This dream, however, was so vivid, so visceral… Tempest’s eyes grew wider as she thought about it. The images from the dream were not fading. They were as fresh in her mind as if she had just experienced it. What did it mean?

Still breathing hard, Tempest looked out the window and gasped. There, just above the horizon, was a solar eclipse! Blinking dumbly, Tempest’s mind suddenly clicked with the fact that if the moon were to eclipse the sun, that was her mother’s signal that she should come to her aid. Her mother had been calling, and she had been asleep in her bed!

Remembering Princess Luna’s plea, Tempest took off at a run out of the dormitory wing. She briefly considered waking up her friends, or at least Alistor, but there was no time, and what would be the point? What could she even do? What could any of them do? The images of the dream seeped back into her mind, but she shook her head angrily. There was no possible way her telekinesis could control that many moving pieces of glass! Besides, they were just hanging there as if time had stopped.

Tempest flew out the door of the school and bounded across the terrace and gardens separating the school from the body of the castle. The eclipse gave the area an eerie feel of twilight, but there was a wrongfulness to it and it caused the air to feel colder than normal. Why had she been so focused on her rune magic and on amulets that she put off her studies in the area of teleportation?

Panting for breath, Tempest rounded the bushes along the walkway to access the castle’s main door. Surprisingly, the guards were not attending it. Tempest grimaced, knowing that this probably meant trouble. Ahead there was the sound of pounding on wood, and of shouting.

Looking over the situation, it was obvious that a contingent of solar guards was trying to gain access to the throne room, and they were attempting to pry the door with a large bar, while a seperate group was chopping at the wood with axes. Neither were making very much progress, so Tempest skidded to a stop, her mind racing.

She turned and ran for the castle’s massive north staircase, rounding the stairway in the turret downward in a dizzying series of helical spirals. Maybe if she passed beneath the throne room through the Hall of Armor, she could head up the south staircase through the turret and find the situation different there!

Her breaths were growing more desperate as she reached her destination, only to find more guards pounding on the massive wooden doors near the back end of the throne room. In what other way could she gain access? Tempest knew that there were powerful enchantments in place disallowing entry via teleport to any pony not named Princess Luna or Celestia. Besides that, she had never even pulled off a successful teleport! Not knowing what else to do, Tempest ran into the courtyard, looking around wildly until her eyes fell upon the windows that lined the east side of the throne room.

Taking a deep breath, Tempest shouted for Luna, not knowing if her voice would carry through the windows. Without any prelude or warning, all of the twelve windows lining the east wall of the throne room shattered, throwing glass everywhere both inside and away from the wall. Just like the nightmare still fresh in her memory, Tempest covered herself as best as she could while glass and debris cascaded down around her. Unlike her memory, she felt smaller bits and pieces hitting her, though none were traveling fast enough to deliver a cut. Shaking a few stray pieces of glass out of her mane and tail, Tempest stood back up and looked around. Briefly, she wondered how a few shards of glass wound up all the way over to sit atop the heads of some of the militaristic statues adorning the courtyard.

Searching desperately to find a way to climb up to the height of one of the windows, Tempest suddenly experienced a sensation like a free-fall, and all of the air evacuated from her lungs in what felt like an act of the deepest magic. It was as if gravity itself were entirely overruled while the planet held its breath, until the moment passed and the atmosphere was allowed to flow again. A howling voice coupled with a blast of cold wind blew outward from the throne room, and then nothing but utter silence.

Looking back towards the castle doorway, Tempest heard a crash, likely signifying that the guards likely had finally passed the door. Getting, back to her hooves once again, Tempest limped inside following the sounds of chaotic shouts in the air. Behind her, the sun’s began to shine again as the eclipse came to an end.

Despite her lethargy and fear, Tempest pushed into the throne room. The scene was rife with chaos and destruction: guards were running to an fro, trying to give aid and to recover the remains of what seemed to be other ponies, all encapsulated in a resilient crystal-like substance that had apparently become their tomb.

Numb with shock and cold horror, Tempest stumbled towards the thrones at the front of the room, avoiding the guards as they worked. Looking wildly about, Tempest searched fruitlessly for any sign of her mother, but she knew in her heart what had happened. Only one Alicorn remained.

A scream tore itself from Tempest’s throat as she ran forward, attempting to grasp at shards of glass laying around like in her dream. Unfortunately, she found that she was too spent, too fearful, and too horrified to utilize a simple levitation spell. She tripped over something that might have been a leg, but she could only focus on one thing at the moment as she sprawled across the destroyed throne room floor.

“You murderer! You… you heartless TYRANT!” Tempest shouted. She tried to stand up, but her knee wouldn’t support her as pain knifed through the joint. She must have injured it when she stumbled. The pain only redoubled her anger as she clutched at her knee with a hoof, pointing the other impotently at the cause of her rage. “What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

Celestia looked like she was in shock, and it looked like she had been crying. After noticing Luna’s protégé on the floor of the throne room, she held up a hoof to the guards attending her and approached. Cuts lined her body, including an ugly vertical slash across her lips that was still oozing blood. “Tempest, my dear. What are you doing here? Come away, you need medical attention.”

“I don’t need medicine! I need Princess Luna back! You’ve killed her, killed her—you’ve taken her away!” Tempest shook as a spasm in her throat closed up her vocal cords, and she fell back, leg pain and other injuries finally beginning to register more fully on her consciousness.

Celestia’s horn lit brightly as she spoke in infuriatingly calm and soothing tones.“Shh… it will be okay, my student. Rest, it will be okay.” Tears continued to stream from Celestia’s eyes as she dipped her head, activating a sedation spell and pushing the magic towards Tempest’s mind, taking the pain away.

* * *

Tempest leapt to her hooves, breathing heavily as she regained her bearings. She bumped into a stack of rotten pallets, gashing her knee, but quickly righted herself and took a new stock of the situation. Only rats were seen as they went running from the pallets she had bumped. Other than that, she was still alone.

Sitting back on her haunches, Tempest reflected on the period immediately after the events of that memory. It was a dark time, full of numbness and despair, where she closed herself off from studies, from professors, and most especially, from her friends. The school counselors were of no help, especially since Celestia was foremost among them, and before long, Tempest had alienated her entire group of close-knit friends. Alistor still supported her from afar, but she didn’t let anypony else get close during that time.

What saw her through this time was a breakthrough that led to a theory of combining amulets for a multiplying effect. Theoretically, if it could be done, a massive network could be created in order to collect almost limitless amounts of magic to great effect. For the first time since Nightmare Night, she had gained hope, just enough of a glimmer that her entire ambition became freeing her mother from Celestia’s banishment spell. She not only succeeded in school, she excelled beyond anypony’s expectations.

Luna had given her a charge. She may have failed to support her mother in her time of need, but she still had the remainder of the charge to follow, and could use her developing amulet technology to make an attempt. And even though her first attempt failed, exiling her across the globe to an unexpected destiny, further opportunity had been granted her again. With the Eye she now possessed, she could channel something completely unknown to Equestria, something far more powerful than what she had previously. However, she would not go foolishly rushing off to a confrontation as she did before.

Not this time. This time she was going to carefully finish her preparations, and have everything in its place. Today had been frustrating, but nothing was really lost. She still had the element of surprise, something she would use to its fullest advantage. Celestia would have her due, and Luna would be released from whatever mental magics had still trapped her will.

Tempest narrowed her eyes as she looked out the window at the setting sun. Enough time had gone by, and she was starting to feel rather hungry. She would take care of her physical needs, find some lodging, and go to some kind of salon to alter her appearance somewhat. Then, she would do what was necessary. She would begin fabricating amulets in earnest. She would link them together to gain eyes all over Equestria once the amulets started to be bought and sold. She would need to find ponies for fabrication and distribution. Maybe here in the industrial district she would find that opportunity.

Tempest stood up and cracked her neck. It was time to begin again. She would infiltrate the country. She would draw Celestia out. She would keep Luna safe. It was only a little while longer, and things would be made right. She stroked her amulet and walked back out the door.

It's on again

Author's Note

Special thanks to my team: BlazingMoon, Darth Pegasus, and Babroniedad. All of your comments, suggestions, and edits, were very appreciated. So glad you were there to lend help and moral suport. Or is that morale support?

All comments and pot-shots are welcome, of course. Receiving all of that is certainly fuel for my fire. Lots of plans in the works for this story, and lots already written, so there is more coming! Until next time... Thanks for your support! :yay:

Chapter Seven: Lost and Found

Author's Note

I'm back... Still here... It's gotten way less awkward, even.

Took me longer to get this out - and I'm sure you've heard every excuse imaginable about stuff like that. Since starting to work a sixth day of the week, I've been a little stressed, but no matter. Tempest demands that Luna must be free.

What Moonchild wants, Moonchild gets. :twilightoops:

Special thanks to Darth Pegasus and Babronie Dad, who took time out of what they were doing to pre-read this and laugh at my jokes. You guys are appreciated - thanks.

Chapter Seven: Lost and Found

“Ugh. It’s been some time since I’ve had a day as crazy as this one.”

Starlight Glimmer gave Twilight a sympathetic smile as her mentor continued to pick at the underside of her left hoof. She was glad that Twilight had invited her along to meet with Princess Celestia, even if it was for a rather whimsical reason.

The mechanical vibration of the high-speed train, having almost completely replaced the steam-engine tech common only ten years ago, reminded Starlight that the trip would be finished in half the time she was accustomed to. She could sense the car lean slightly into the turn as the tracks bent their way westward again, ever climbing, but riding soft as silk upon the rails.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the three-hour trip was nearly completed. Out the window, Starlight scanned the valleys and crevices of the rocky terrain once more. As many times as she had made this trip, the view never got old—it only changed with the seasons whether it be the golds and reds of autumn or the nascent greens of the early spring. Today? The colors were mostly barren as the winter months fast approached. Looking back to her mentor, Starlight took note that she was still working on the same hoof.

“Still picking pie out of your hooves?” Starlight teased.

Giving a sigh, Twilight clopped her hoof back down to the floor. “No… No, I’m sure my coat-clean spell took care of the remaining pie debris.” Twilight gave a rueful chuckle. “Pinkie strikes again, this time with her namesake: somehow she managed to pull about 78% of the town into the pie fight melee. Unbelievably, Mayor Mare has declared this a new Officially Sanctioned Event.”

Starlight’s eyes widened incredulously. “It’s times like this that make me wonder—sometimes Ponyville just escapes me.”

Twilight’s eyes narrowed after a moment. “Wait a minute, I think it’s the other way around. This time I think it was you who escaped Ponyville. Where were you, in all of that mess?”

“Oh, just going over some tests!” Starlight replied with a toothy grin. “That, and reviewing the syllabi our professors submitted in preparation for the winter semester.”

“The syllabi? I wanted to help with that!” Twilight whined. “You know I love reviewing all the planning and class assignments! But when Spike and I returned, you weren’t in your office, nor anywhere else in the school.”

“Well, I hadn’t spoken with Maud for a while, so I did all of that while relaxing with her at her place.”

“In the Grotto? Oh.” Twilight mumbled, processing that for a moment. “Well… you should have invited me. Besides, I would have loved to see Maud again, she is too much of a recluse.”

Starlight held up a hoof, tilting it from side to side. “Eh. She is about as reclusive as she wants to be, and is pretty pleased with the status quo. Besides,” Starlight grinned mischievously, before covering it with the same hoof. “I heard about your little mishap this morning. I figured you were probably going straight to Zecora’s.”

Twilight’s eyes popped wide. “How did you even know about that? Only the maid for the 3rd floor was told, and that was only because she started freaking out when she noticed unburned fibers of my tail among the ash on the floor of the room. I had to swear her to secrecy!”

“Oh, I ran into Spike while he was leaving the bathroom this morning, still brushing his teeth. He let me know!”

Twilight’s left eye twitched slightly. “Oh, did he now?”

“Oh, yes!” Starlight nodded. “Some of what he said was a little garbled by toothpaste, but he seemed pretty amused by the whole… thing...” Starlight leaned back in her seat as she noticed Twilight’s countenance starting to curdle.

Starlight held up a hoof to settle down the intensifying Princess. “Eh, not that he really—-“

“—Amused, eh?” Twilight growled. “And did he tell you that before, or after 8:17 this morning?”

“Heh heh… Swore him to secrecy too, huh?” Starlight squeaked.

Twilight’s only reply was a long stare, the temperature in the train cabin climbing a few degrees.

“Before! It was before! And besides, he wasn’t that amused by the whole ordeal. I mean, he did feel rather bad about it.”

“Not yet he hasn’t.”

After another moment of glaring at nothing, Twilight softened her features and leaned back again, taking a cleansing breath in through her nose before exhaling and flicking her hoof away as if pushing away all that negative energy and stress. “At least Zecora’s mane and tail regrowth potion seems to be working.”

Nodding her head, Starlight decided she needed to change the subject back to the pie fight. If this was how Twilight got with her tail, she would hate to see Rarity.

“So, the pie fight! Crazy thing, huh? I saw the fliers earlier about a pie tasting competition. How did it devolve into a pie fight?”

“It devolved exactly as Pinkie had planned it to.”

Twilight relaxed further as she looked at the ceiling with a crooked smile. “Pinkie had the whole thing set up from the start, the little schemer. Like I said, Pinkie somehow amassed 78% of the Ponyville adult population. Then, she piggybacked off of some tension between Granny Smith and Bon Bon over an incident between them during the Running of the Leaves Festival four weeks ago... And then finally, she rigged the ballot box so that the vote would come up as a tie. At that point, Sugarcube Corner was like a tinderbox, ready to go off at the slightest provocation. Lyra provided that provocation, defending Bon Bon from Granny.”

Starlight rubbed her chin. “Well, I can see how that developed, I guess. Why would Pinkie do that?”

“Smiles.” Starlight made no reply, so Twilight continued. “It was all part of some grand scheme to spread smiles all over Ponyville.”

“What she already does isn’t enough?”

“Well, I asked her about that, and she had valid reasoning.”

Starlight blinked skeptically. “Really?”

“Yup.” Twilight affirmed, before drawing in a deep breath. “The Harvest Festival last week is one of those emotional high points for everypony in Ponyville. Well, following that high point, there are about two to three weeks of stress and work for ponies to buckle down and prepare before winter hits.”

Starlight nodded her head, following Twilight so far. She had also noticed that in the weeks leading up to the first blast of winter, Ponies tended to get down in the mouth.

“So, Pinkie being Pinkie…” Twilight continued, “She’s noticed that trend. So she purchased the leavings of the Sweet Acres crop from Macintosh—the ones that are usually shipped off to be turned into applesauce and other products—and then taunted Applejack until she agreed to go against her in a bake-off.”

Starlight’s brows knitted as she processed what she just heard. “She… taunted AJ?”

There weren’t many ponies with the cajones to taunt AJ, and there were even fewer that could come close to her stubborn streak. Starlight wondered what in Tartarus Pinkie had said to entice her into doing such a thing.

“Well,” Twilight hedged. “That and she assured Applejack that it really was for a good cause. Heh. Applejack claims she didn’t really get annoyed with her until after it was all said and done. The way she told me, she said she could’ve had better uses for her morning than slaving away in the kitchen, worried about getting the recipes just right when the only critters that were goin’ to git a sample were the blasted earthworms.”

Starlight giggled. “You do a pretty good AJ impression.”

“You think so?” Twilight joined Starlight’s mirth. “I always thought I could do a better Rainbow Dash.”

The train whistle sounded, heralding the final approach as the gates to the city were now coming into view. At this elevation, the barren deciduous trees were beginning to thin out, replaced with the deeper greens of firs and junipers, their lengthening shadows darting past the windows in the setting sun. After another moment, the train began to decelerate.

“Do you think she’ll be disappointed?”

Starlight Glimmer’s attention was suddenly drawn back to Twilight, who’s voice had taken on a much more subdued tone.

“Celestia?” Twilight nodded her head. “C’mon, Twilight. She wanted you to aid her in getting back at her pranking younger sister, not save the Crystal Empire again! This is just an impromptu meeting…” Starlight rolled her eyes. “Over pranks, of all things.”

“And my tail!” Twilight defended. “I wanted to apologize for that fiasco as well! Even if the only damage that was done was to ruin a few pastries.”

“Donut Joe had never been so insulted in all his life.”

Twilight ignored her. “So do you think she’ll be disappointed?”

“Well, yes!” Starlight replied unapologetically. Twilight’s mouth fell open. “But that is perfectly okay. She can go ahead and be disappointed.”

“What?” Twilight sputtered an octave higher. “But that’s—”

“Twilight.” Starlight assured gently, patting Twilight’s hoof with her own. “Just because she asks you does not mean you have to say yes. You have more than enough on your plate to consider getting into... whatever this is between the ruling sisters. Celestia is a grown mare, and she won’t respect you any less for declining. This is something that has nothing to do with you!”

Starlight watched Twilight’s face carefully as she made to reply, but the alicorn stopped herself short, hesitating while she ruminated over the advice. The train continued steadily braking until it finally jerked to a halt, a recorded message announcing their arrival at Canterlot station #1, East Gate. Disturbing the momentary silence of the cabin, a series of knocks sounded at the door.

“Enter!” Twilight called out.

After a pause, the cabin door sprang open to reveal the head of Twilight’s security detail, a tall and muscular mare wearing an impressive set of matte gray armor. The dull color only set off the color of her brilliant fuschia mane all the more.

“Captain Berrytwist reporting in, Princess Sparkle. Security sweeps confirm threat level minimal, situation alpha. Proceed to destination?”

Inwardly giving a sigh, Twilight turned to face her oft too-intense captain with a grumble. “Ms. Berrytwist. You know you can just inform me that everypony is ready, right? We aren’t at war or anything—no desperate and dastardly diamond dogs… no maniacal and maddened minotaurs.”

Captain Berrytwist gave a little pout before straightening up and saluting. “Sorry Princess. I’ll try to keep my reports focused on only the pertinent info. But you did want to know that we performed a security sweep?”

“Um. Not so much.”

“Then you would appreciate we’ve confirmed there are no threats to your safety?”

Twilight tried not to grimace. “Not really. Um— “

“That we are ready to proceed?” Captain Berrytwist’s eyes had become rather intense as she was leaning further and further into the room.

“Yes!” Twilight blurted. “Just… that we are ready to go. It’s all I really need for now— “

“ —but— ”

“ —Thank you, Captain. Your work, as always, is most exemplary.”

Captain Berrytwist slowly ducked her head back out of the cabin again, the door closing quietly behind her. Twilight dropped her chin to her chest and let out a groan, shaking her head.

“She’s… kind of zealous, huh?” Starlight asked tentatively.

“You have no idea,” Twilight muttered, turning around to slip into her saddlebags. “I mean, it’s been six weeks since she started, and it can be a little much.” Twilight stretched her wings out to get the blood flowing again, the tips nearly grazing the sides of the train cabin. As the years had gone by her stature was starting to become more noticeable as slightly larger than her friends. “When Tempest—I mean, Fizzlepop Berrytwist—travelled all over Equestria to share her story and tell of the Storm King’s demise… her reception was lukewarm at best. She never did find a niche or a place for her rather singular skillset, and because of her legal history, she couldn’t apply for the guard.”

Starlight rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. Between some of our more archaic legal codes and a good number of the nobility, why do you think my prospects for employment are so limited?”

Looking back to Twilight, Starlight discovered that the young princess looked hurt. She dropped her bags in an instant and came up to place a gentle hoof on the alicorn’s shoulder. “Not that I want a job change or anything! I love being the principal for the School of Friendship—I wouldn’t trade the position for anything in a million years!”

Twilight still looked anxious. “You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel— “

“ —It’s not that, Twilight! Leading my school is wonderful, I swear! It’s just that… what?”

Twilight was smirking. “You called it ‘your’ school. I like it.”

Starlight’s cheeks colored slightly. “Well, it has taken some time to get used to. But it can still feel a little bit confining, knowing that if things were to change for the worst, my choices of what else I could do would be limited. You know why it is we rarely get a noble’s brat to attend school there.”

Frowning, Twilight nodded her head, looking out the window to take in the golden spectacle that was Canterlot. Between the soaring spires and the gilded storefronts, she wondered about the levels of inequality that was displayed.

“Anyway,” Starlight went on. “Finding a home for Tempest Shadow was how Celestia finally talked you into having your own personal guard. You wouldn’t have budged, otherwise.”

“She does make an excellent Captain of my security team,” Twilight muttered ruefully. “Although I refuse to call it a Guard. Sounds too much like everything surrounding the ruling sisters, and I don’t want that. And for all of the headache, Captain Berrytwist just adores her new position.” Twilight covered a giggle with her hoof. “We just need a little more training so she doesn’t scare away all of the ponies who are seeking my help.” Twilight pursed her lips as she rubbed her mane, wondering if that was why her schedule lately had seemed to be slightly more open.

Starlight stretched her neck to the side with a pop before she smiled warmly. “Well. Let’s not keep your brave captain waiting, yeah?”

“...Yeah.”

* * *

“And as you can see, represented in the remaining sliver of the pie chart...” Twilight ignored Starlight’s snicker as she muttered “pie chart” under her breath. “Spending time to aid with your efforts to retaliate against Princess Luna simply can’t be squeezed into my schedule. It just isn’t feasible!”

Twilight finished her presentation for Princess Celestia with a toothy grin, watching her former mentor’s face for any signs that she had let her down, or perhaps hurt her feelings. To her confusion, the princess only looked amused, sipping at her evening tea before placing it down on her desk.

“Well Twilight, I thank you for that most thorough explanation.” Princess Celestia stood up from her cushion and came along side of the smaller alicorn before leaning down to nuzzle her for a moment. “As always my dear former student, I appreciate your preparation—but a simple no thank you would have sufficed.”

Twilight’s ears folded back, just in time to pick up a muttered “told ya” from her former student.

“That being said,” Celestia went on in a louder voice, “I still welcome your company. It has been a rather trying day, what with Luna finding a renewed interest in doing pranks. Perhaps, while you are here, you could help me brainstorm a few ideas to get her back.” Celestia giggled mischievously as her horn gave a bright flash, simultaneously locking both doors of the rooms before encapsulating the entire space with one of her privacy spells. “Luna… doesn’t have to know a thing.”

Starlight and Twilight exchanged glances before Twilight lifted a hoof. “Um, if you want to brainstorm on the subject of pranking, I think you have the wrong element of harmony here.”

“Actually,” Celestia replied smugly, “I was pretty sure that you wouldn’t join me, so I took the liberty of contacting Rainbow Dash earlier, and her train should get to the East Gate station in about fifteen minutes. If I can recall her exact words, I think it was “That’s just so totally awesome.”

Twilight lifted single eyebrow, watching her mentor as she pulled her hooves back away from her pristine white cheeks. “Um, Princess? Don’t ever do that again. Ever.”

Celestia pouted. “Still not a budding actress, hm? Ah well.” Celestia paused, before rubbing her hooves together in glee. “Never mind. Lulu doesn’t know it yet, but she has just awoken the sleeping giant. And she’s about to get eclipsed.”

Twilight’s other brow joined the first. In all of the years she had known her mentor, Princess Celestia still managed to surprise her from time to time.

“But first, I wanted to share a tidbit of news with you Twilight, and I am glad that you are here as well, Ms. Glimmer.” In an instant, Princess Celestia’s demeanor had changed, and her smirk had quickly morphed into something more intense. “Some kind of magical mishap or attack has occured in Manehattan. For obvious reasons, I wanted you two in on the loop of what is going on in case this turns out to be more than an isolated incident.”

Reeling from the rapid change in conversational topic, Twilight’s ears stood straight, and she gave Starlight a worried glance. “Did anypony get hurt? What happened?”

Celestia gave a sigh. “Over in Manehattan, a quiet, middle-aged librarian has… well, for lack of a better word, she has turned violent and feral. Without provocation or warning, she attacked the library’s patrons. Some of her attacks might have been hoof to hoof, but for the most part, according to eyewitness reports, she bombarded the patrons telekinetically with books.”

Twilight gaped for a moment while Starlight raised her hoof as if class were in session. “I’m sorry, she… threw books at the patrons? Whatever for?”

“Well, that’s the mystery.” Celestia explained, her horn lighting up again to project an image of the Manehattan Library. “The attack happened at 1:30 this afternoon, and fortunately there were only minor injuries reported. The police sedated and apprehended the suspect at around 1:45, but since then, nopony has been able to reason with her.”

The image changed to then portray Manehattan General Hospital, zooming in on the psychiatric wing. “She is being kept under sedation at this time, here. Every time our specialists attempt to revive her in order to do further assessment, she flies into a rage and becomes a danger to others as well as herself.”

Starlight spoke up. “Does she say anything while she is awake?”

“As far as we can tell she is non-verbal, acting more like a wild animal than an intelligent pony. Our best magical experts have applied every magical scan that they know of, but the most their examinations have shown is a faint aura of dark magic. Unfortunately, this dark magic is so basic and primal that they can learn nothing more specific about it.”

Starlight stroked her chin in thought while Twilight spoke up. “What’s next?”

Celestia pressed her lips together. “I will meet with Luna when she awakens later this evening, and we will prepare to accept the librarian into our care. We hope to discover what happened and to remove whatever it is that affected her. We will also send some of our best agents to investigate.

“You can count on us, Princess.” Twilight replied without hesitation.

“Actually… this won’t require the assistance of your group, Twilight, at least not at this stage. This is only an investigation, and until we better understand what is at hoof, I would rather leave it assigned to some of my more covert agents.

“Ah. Right!” Twilight blushed a little.

“However, I do appreciate your willingness to see to it.”

“Heh heh. No problem, Celestia.” Twilight wasn’t sure if she felt relieved or disappointed. Maybe just embarrassed? Yep. Definitely a little embarrassed. It was fine. Probably fine. The whole thing was probably much ado about nothing.

“Anyway.” Celestia waved her hoof dismissively as if she were shooing away an annoying insect, a grin returning to her face. “We can’t do anything at the moment. Why don’t you two tell me about this intriguing event that went down in Ponyville today while we wait for Ms. Dash. I received a rather interesting report form Agent Sweetiedrops.”

* * *

Tempest looked from her keycard to the slot by the doorknob again. It was startling that there was nothing magical about the device, and yet somehow, her door would open by a simple swipe of the plastic card she held in her hoof. Grinning, she swiped the card again, hearing the satisfying click of the latch unlocking automatically.

I know what the manager said. I don’t care. There has to be some magic at play. There must be!

Her inquisitive nature made it difficult to not take the darn thing apart to discover how it worked, but she had other business this evening. Sliding the keycard into her saddlebags, Tempest looked up and down the hallway before heading for the exit sign near the lobby. It wasn’t midnight, but it was late enough that most ponies had already checked in and retired for the evening.

With another look towards her saddlebags, Tempest made sure that her fixation charm was secure, keeping her saddlebags firmly pressed against her flanks to hide her cutie mark. It was her best idea in a strategy to hide in plain sight, and she thought of it after she paid for a mane dye and purchased a snappy new jacket. After the debacle at the library and the scene she made in the streets of Manehattan evading the police, she didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself, and she hoped these steps would be sufficient to protect her identity.

“Heading out for the evening, Miss?”

In front of the lobby doors, Tempest looked back at the reception desk to gaze at the young earth pony stallion managing the hotel for the night shift. The bright blue pony was warmly smiling at her, eager to assist and perhaps with a flirtatious air.

“I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple of hours. You’ll leave the lights on for me, won’t you Mr…?”

The stallion stood up a little straighter. “Dusty Inglenook, at your service. It would be my pleasure, m’lady.” He gave an overly formal bow. Tempest imagined if she had held out a hoof he would’ve likely kissed it. “Anything you require, tonight. I am at your service.”

“Yes… quite.” Tempest ducked her head, her face burning a little bit as she turned away. It had been a long time since a stallion had looked at her that way. “Your thoughts are welcome… er.” Tempest shook her head, her face heating up further. That came out wrong. “I mean, you are most kind. Thank you sir. Um, good night.”

“Good night, m’lady.” Inglenook grinned. “And… stay out of the darker alleys and side streets. A lady such as yourself can’t be too careful, what with some unsavory characters skulking around out there.”

The stallion’s smile was almost slimy, but it could have been her imagination.

Right. Wouldn’t want to come across any unsavory hotel managers either. I’ll keep that in mind.

“I should be fine, Mr. Inglenook. Fare thee well.” Tempest internally winced at her verbal slip as she brushed her newly tinted green bangs back from her face. Without another word, she closed up the fastener on her jacket and stepped out into the chilly night air.

The maps and guides in her motel room were helpful in getting more oriented, and now that she knew the layout of the city better, she headed to the south with a purpose. Still, she kept a watchful eye out for any ponies that might still be up and about. Unsavory characters didn’t concern her so much as the police, ironically enough. Especially if the police had a good description of what she looked like. For the fifth or sixth time that day, she wondered whether she should have gone even further in altering her appearance.

Fortunately, amulet fabrication didn’t require a lot of floor space or fancy machinery. What it did require, however, was two things. A custom jig for tracing runes in an exact manner, and a device that could channel and amplify mana. The jig she already had, having completed its construction only an hour earlier. The mana amplifier? That’s why she needed to head due south about four kilometers distant. It was her friend at Sisters’ School, Bright Light, that was key in her finally discovering the secret to amulet creation.

* * *

“I’m serious, Tempest. You need to go to medical. Your headaches are getting to where they are a daily occurrence! I’m worried about you.”

“And I’m telling you, Bright. They’re nothing to be concerned about. It’s just the stress of my project that’s getting to me. That’s it. But by the time I’m done you’re gonna see something truly special.”

“Not if your headaches worsen further. And now your nose is bleeding. C’mon. I’ll go with you.”

Hoofing a kerchief, Tempest pressed it to the end of her muzzle. Her voice sounded partially muffled through the material. “Bright, just because your speciality is healing magics doesn’t mean that everypony is suffering from some pathology. I'm perfectly—ack!” Tempest winced as another wave of pain turned sharp, centered right at the base of her horn. Embarrassed, she turned away, rubbing her forehead with one hoof while keeping the kerchief pressed up with the other.

“Ack? Perfectly ack? Define ack.” Bright Light leaned further over Tempest’s bunk, trying to meet her eyes. His gaze wandered up to look more closely at her horn. “Is that… a mana scorch-mark?”

Tempest’s eyes widened before she quickly moved a hoof up, hiding the bit of char that was near the tip. Bright’s much larger hooves rolled her back towards him and his horn lit up, doing a magical scan.

“Lay off! I didn’t sign any consent to treatment!” Tempest batted at Bright’s horn, trying to tap it so she could fizzle out his spell. “What’s the matter with you?”

“You lay off, Tempest! Friends don’t let friends channel mana drunk!” Bright easily defended against Tempest’s single-hoofed pawing.

“I’m not drunk, you big lug!”

“Hungover, then.”

“It’s not a hangover!”

“A tumor?”

“IT’S NOT A TUMOR!”

“Whatever it is, I’m not going to stop bothering you until we get to the bottom of it. I’m your friend, Tempest. Besides. Who else am I going to appeal to when Princess Luna’s practical exams get too hard in “defense against the dark arts?”

Tempest glared at her friend for a moment, but Bright Light didn’t relent a bit. His steely brown eyes continued to stare hers down with a level look.

“Fiiiiine.” Tempest rolled her eyes, before moving the kerchief to see if the bleeding had stopped. “Listen. I’ve been trying to embed runes into crystal, to imbue magical properties into it, such as lightning, or fire.” She grinned back at him, waggling her eyebrows despite her scintillating headache. “Or flight.”

“Impossible. The best enchanters of our day have never figured it out.” Bright continued gazing at her, before his eyes widened slightly. Tempest had a particular smirk on her face he knew only too well. “Wait. You’ve discovered something?”

“Preliminary results, Bright. But even so, the math is working out. I am getting more power retained in a crystal matrix than should be possible. But I need a more powerful beam to embed the rune.”

Bright scowled at her for a minute. “More power like what might be causing mana-scorching?”

Tempest sighed, rubbing her horn gingerly with a hoof. “It takes an intensely focused beam. And it takes everything I got to channel it. And you know my horn can pack quite a punch.”

Bright rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t go bragging again how you lifted all of the exam weights, and then the examiners as well during your school orientation.” He studied Tempest for a moment as the two watched each other in silence. “You aren’t going to stop this, are you?”

Tempest gave a wan smile. Bright knew her too well. “Would you? I can’t stop. Not when I am this close!”

Looking pensive for a moment, Bright knelt down and lowered his voice to a whisper. “What if it’s somepony else’s horn?”

“What?” Tempest scooted back to look at Bright again. Not just because of what he said, but because his breath in her ear tickled. “And scorch somepony else’s? I can’t do that to somepony! Besides, it would let them see the secret I’m working on.”

Bright grinned. “Oh, he won’t mind. He’s dead.” Tempest just looked back in confusion, her mouth hanging open.

“Wait right there. I’m going to sneak into the anatomy lab for something. You know absolutely nothing about this.”

* * *

Several monuments jutted from the cold earth, sentinels that stood watch over the deserted grounds of the Grand Lake Memorial Cemetery. The temperature continued to plummet as Tempest hunkered down further within the collar of her new jacket, seeking warmth. The pungent smell of the jacket’s new material mixed oddly with the wet and earthy smells of the hedgerow obscuring the stonework wall behind it. The wall encircled the entirety of the cemetery, enclosing an area roughly the size of four city blocks, dimly lit in the pale moonlight.

A large wrought iron gate hung from bulky gate pillars two meters to either side, the doors meeting in the middle to bar her entry. Since only a heavy steel latch held the doors in place, it was a simple matter to use her magic to lift the latch and slide the metal bar to the side with a clack.

Pushing the gate open, Tempest winced as the rusty hinges squealed in protest, piercing the silent air with their metallic cry. The surrounding area by comparison seemed to hold its breath seeming to grow more silent if such a thing were possible.

Tempest cleared her throat, glancing over her shoulder nervously. “Heh. The hinges were rusty.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course they were.”

Wincing again, this time at the sound of her overly loud voice, Tempest nuzzled into her jacket again and gave a sigh. She spoke in a quieter tone, if for no other reason than to fill the silence. “Whelp. Let’s go get a unicorn horn.”

Passing the gate, Tempest thought for a moment as she looked at it, cold and black as if the moonlight couldn’t find purchase on its surface.

Best to just leave the thing ajar. With everything else I gotta do tonight, I don’t want to hear that sound again.

Walking further in, she began to scan left and right for signs of a recent burial. Some of the statuary caught her eye, and she walked up closer to a larger monument, the burial site of a pegasus mare named Dawning Dove. Tempest looked over the weathered surface of the granite noting a few cracks and some lichens growing beneath the lettering.

The lettering.

Tempest shook her head in some mild disbelief. She read the date again, tracing the rough surface with her hoof. 476 CE. This mare passed on over four hundred years after Tempest had been exiled. And more time than that had passed on since this mare had been laid to rest. Tempest shuddered, as feelings of isolation and abandonment crept into her heart. Everypony she had known was gone, save for two alicorns. One she meant to save, the other to destroy. She looked down at The Eye dangling from a simple cord around her neck.

Tears began to come to her eyes. She had agreed to accept this foul entity’s help. She had refused his first offer, but then he had accepted her counteroffer without hesitation. It was that lack of hesitation that bothered her the most. Had she made a mistake?

That is a distinct possibility, if what happened to the Librarian is any indication. Can I trust this power that seemed to be freely given? Was it worth it? Should I have simply accepted a different fate and made my peace? Would I be happy, dwelling in whatever place this pegasus now resided?

Tempest shook her head again and frowned, backing away from the intimidating grave marker as she wiped away the moisture rapidly cooling as it trailed down her cheeks. Perhaps it was the environment that was getting her. She couldn’t afford to have doubts, not now—she was locked into her course, and her destiny had been set. She had been allowed to wield some of this creature’s power, an entity calling itself Maelstrom. But even so, he held no power over her, his promises of greater power be damned! She had rebuffed him! What she had now was enough. It had to be. How could she appreciate being reunited with her mother, if the power she wielded killed her or warped her into something unrecognizable?

No. I am wiser than that. I won’t fall to Maelstrom’s siren song.

Setting her jaw firm, Tempest looked around again. The moonlight was bright enough that she could make out moderate details of the area around her. She would continue until she found a recent burial plot. It wouldn’t be pleasant, but it was absolutely necessary.

Walking further ahead, Tempest continued to scan the grounds as she breathed mist into the icy night air. Rounding another copse of oak trees, she saw it: a site with freshly disturbed earth, a new layer of turf spread over the surface. Walking closer, she noted further that fresh flowers had been placed that couldn’t have been more more than a couple of days old.

Now. If only this plot is the resting place for a fellow of my tribe.

Tempest breathed out a relieved sigh, reading the name inscribed above the epitaph. With a one in three chance, fortune was on her side tonight. Placing her hoof on the surface of the rather generic grave stone, she closed her eyes in quiet contemplation, offering a silent thanks to the deceased.

Sir, I know you have probably lived a full life. Unfortunately, in your horn there remains a greater purpose yet to fulfill. Please forgive the intrusion, but I need to remove a part for a little while. I promise to return it. Eventually.

Tempest brought a small saw out of her saddle bags, the metal teeth gleaming in the soft light.
Her eyes traced the blade from toe to heel as she contemplated the moment. How had it come to this? To skulk into a graveyard, to exhume a body, and to sever its horn? What was this, a macabre ghost story told by foals?

But like her saw, sharpened so that it might easily remove the desired appendage, she was ready. Prepared and refined to do what was necessary, to plunge into whatever filth or decay that was necessary in order to attain her victory. Such were the sacrifices that needed to be made to free Luna for good.

Lighting her horn, Tempest began her grisly work.

* * *

His mane was immaculate. The servants of House Pavo had done first-class work, as was their norm. Urbane, that’s what it was. His servants had assured that his suit would be spotless of any speck of lint or hair, and that his mane was coiffed with just the right flare. All thanks to Uncle Royston, the patriarch of the noble house of Pavo. He only hired the most attentive and the best. Not that Narcisse would tell any of his servants that. One must keep their servants lean and hungry, and eager to please.

Narcisse Pavo rounded the corner of the corridor, ignoring the beautiful tapestries that softened the harsh appearance of the no-nonsense stonework that marked Luna’s wing of the castle. He kept his eyes trained firmly ahead, focused on the task that was set before him. Narcisse was employed as a lead operative for Princess Luna’s Agents of Moonlight, and he was usually called upon when the Princess needed information gathering and undercover work. His methods, which ranged from unorthodox to downright ruthless, usually brought rapid success. He was not a pony to be trifled with.

Looking ahead, he took in the appearance of the two night guards standing watch on either side of the Nightfall room, Luna’s favorite briefing quarters. The guards didn’t seem to acknowledge him, but he knew that they must’ve been well-aware of his approach.

Predictably, the two bat ponies leaned their pole-arms across his his path as he arrived, causing him to grunt and roll his eyes as he came up short. “Seriously? Haven’t you two been briefed that I was coming? Princess Luna has need of my services, so don’t waste my time.” The guards, a mare and a stallion, narrowed their eyes at him in turn, the stallion baring his fangs. As if such a thing would intimidate him in any way. Narcisse tapped his hoof on the floor. “If you don’t stand aside in five seconds you two will be finding your plots guarding Magical Kindergarten. I am being generous!”

“You can wait like any other dignitary or officer until you have been announced.” The stallion growled out. “You are not above expected levels of decorum, or castle policy for that matter. You will wait like anypony else.”

As the guard, whatever his fool name was, turned to the door, Narcisse clicked his tongue. “And if I don’t?” He bristled. “The two of you couldn’t stop me from entering if you tried.”

At that point the door sprang open from the inside, sheathed in a familiar bluish glow. Princess Luna’s face then followed, narrowing her eyes as she glared past her guards towards the unicorn antagonizing them. “Must you bait my night guards, Narcisse? Thou certainly aren’t winning any friends or influencing ponies with your arrogant behavior.” The Lunar Diarch turned on her hoof and walked back to her desk, a dark mahogany number with silver metallic accents. “Enter and be seated… and civil.”

Narcisse passed between the two guards, feeling their glares upon him as he used his magic to close the door, not even dignifying the two with a look. “My most sincere apologies, Princess Luna.” He sat in the chair provided, straightening his suit and tie before looking up again, morphing his face to one of contrition. “I am sorry, my Lady Liege. I humbly ask your indulgence for my eccentricities.”

Princess Luna gazed emotionlessly at Narcisse for a moment, her eyes tracking upwards to his ridiculously coiffed red mane, before she smirked. “...No you aren’t. You’re not sorry in the least. And you don’t fool me for a second, you puffed up, pontificating peacock.”

Narcisse tensed for a moment, not liking the Princess’s tone, or her wordplay.

“I keep you in my employ, because quite simply, you are the most effective agent I have that operates during my sister’s day. You seem able to infiltrate any unsavory element, and can gather information more effectively than my night agents… At least you can while the sun is still up.”

Studying the polished surface of his alabaster hoof, Narcisse shrugged unconcernedly. In a mood to be indulgent, he let her aspersion slide. “I thank you, my liege, for your faith in me. I remain your humble servant.”

The Princess snorted, but her expression was one of bemusement.

“What is your assignment for me?”

“You will take your private airship and head with all speed to the city Manehattan. There were a few strange events yesterday, culminating in a quiet librarian being corrupted into some kind of feral, violent creature, resembling a pony, and yet twisted somehow. Thus far our magic healers have been unable to recover her right mind.”

Narcisse knitted his brows for a moment, trying to think of any device or spell that would have such an effect, and yet be undiscoverable or to render a pony unrecoverable. “Any other victims to this mysterious attack?”

“Nay.” Luna stood up from behind her desk, a file folder with some documents held in her magic beside her. “You assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to investigate each of these strange events. See if you can establish whether the attack and other strange events are related to one another. If another event happens, like the one with the librarian, I want you to exert your skills of investigation and scrutiny to find the link, and if possible, the pony or creature responsible. Track them down, detain them, and apprehend them if at all possible. Do not kill them. Your pay will be as before.”

Narcisse accepted the folder into his own magic, bringing it to him so that he could quickly peruse the contents. “Any other special instructions for me, your highness?”

“Only to be careful, Narcisse.” Princess Luna gave a tired sigh. “I care for you, as I do all my ponies. If you require more resources, do not hesitate to contact me through my agency in Manehattan. The rest of the information is in there.” Luna indicated the folder with a hoof.

“I will leave as soon as The Exelsior is fueled and equipped. If I may take my leave?”

“You are dismissed.”

* * *

This day sure didn’t turn out the way she was hoping. Meadow turned the corner, walking back towards her condo located near the hospitality sector of Manehattan. After visiting a few stores and restocking her cupboards, Meadow had returned to visit with her cousin Coco again. Coco had invited a couple of friends over, and they had enjoyed a lively evening of their favorite card game of Chardoneigh. It was a welcome distraction, but now that she was heading home, her feelings of foreboding and suspicion were returning.

She didn’t want to feel that way about Tempest. Tartarus, the only reason she approached Tempest in the first place was to try to keep the new tradition for Equestria’s newest holiday celebrating Princess Twilight: to make a new friend. But it rapidly became more than that.

The unicorn had looked pensive and lonely, and it seemed as if the entire ship was ignoring her presence. After introducing herself, and then later when Tempest began to open up, Meadow found herself becoming more and more enthralled by the mare. By the time the voyage was done, Meadow’s desire for friendshipping the mare was completely genuine. It had become more than a simple gesture to fulfill a new tradition for Friendship Day.

Now, however—as she reviewed all of the day’s events in her mind—she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that there was something off about the mare, and not just because of her old and weathered cloak or her funny mode of speech as if she were Princess Luna barely back from the moon.

As Meadow was about to turn the latch to her front door, she looked across the street and noticed a tall unicorn mare walking the other way. Because of her position behind some landscaping, Meadow was able to study the mare as she passed without fear of being seen. What caught her eye was a distinctive yellow to the mare’s coat, combined with the mare’s taller stature and bangs. The mare would look a lot like Tempest, if not for the greenish tint of her bangs, and the shorter cropped style she had in the back.

Meadow turned back around and opened her door, but after a second she froze, her pupils constricting to pinpricks.

Her mane!

Meadow’s cousin was one of the better known mane stylists in Manehattan. Depeche Vogue wasn’t as close to her as Coco was, but she knew his work when she saw it. Tinting a pony’s bangs and cropping the mane short at the crest was a style he was well-known for, and if Tempest were to meet with him in order to alter her look… well, if she met Depeche, she might walk out of his salon looking like that.

Pushing the door shut behind her, Meadow turned around to follow. If this was Tempest, she would need to explain a few things, including her new look. Blowing her bangs out of her eyes, Meadow made her way across the street.

Chapter Eight: Acquiescence

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Chapter Nine: Faulty Reconnaissance

Cirrus read through the case file once more before his eyes trailed back over to the subject in transit. His work as an operative for Celestia’s Covert Ops was usually a little more anonymous than this, and having to deal with civilians on a face to face basis made him nervous.

Since when does Celestia assign one of her top surveillance specialists to be a personal escort and guard for this unlikely crew? A sedated librarian, a unicorn nurse, and a hotshot hippogriff psychologist— he would rather ditch this crew, pull down his shades, and lean back for a nap. Either that or duck out the cargo hatch and go flying.

Alone.

He snapped the case file closed, the brass auto-closure magically winding shut again. There was nothing new to gain from re-reading information that he had already memorized, and he knew it. It was just frustrating to be locked into one of Princess Celestia’s airships, having to play nursemaid in such a slow, cumbersome vessel.

“Um. Mr. Cirrus, sir?” Nurse Rhymes was looking over at him again.

“Cirrus is fine.”

“Yes. Um...” Nurse Rhymes looked at her hooves hesitantly, making Cirrus bite the inside of his cheek. He had probably offended her with his brusque reply. Why could he never just relax and be casual around mares?

“I was just wondering—”

“ —she was wondering, my dear sir, why we haven’t already arrived at Canterlot?” Dr. Saltz’ voice interrupted tautly as he turned another page in the large volume he was holding, his gaze hardly lifting from the page. “The itinerary explicitly stated that it would be an eight-hour flight.”

Cirrus looked from Dr. Saltz to Nurse Rhymes again. The two had hardly said a word to each other. Maybe he could ask the cute mare out once they had arrived? Show her around Canterlot once their business was done…

...yeah, maybe in my dreams. Why is it that I am so proficient in covert espionage, but when it comes to ponies of the fairer gender, I can only appreciate them from afar?

“Apologies.” Cirrus cleared his throat. “The Captain had to alter our flight path when a feral weather system came in from the northern front of the Foal Mountains. We’ll make the mooring tower in about thirty minutes.”

Nurse Rhymes nodded with an acknowledging smile before looking over the patient, quickly going over the data displayed on a monitor next to the hospital bed and writing a few notes on a clipboard. Once done, she examined the bindings on the librarian’s wrists and ankles, making sure they were secure for the third time on this trip.

“That’s good.” Nurse Rhymes’ voice faltered for a moment. “We all appreciate it, to be sure. I only hope the healers at Canterlot Hospital will be more successful than Manehattan’s specialists have been.”

“Oh, you misunderstand.” Cirrus couldn’t help but smile a little. “We won’t be going to the hospital.”

Rhymes and Saltz turned their heads towards him, the latter raising an eyebrow. “Oh?” Dr. Saltz set his book down and crossed his arms, his voice becoming testy. “Then where is it you are taking us, Mr. Cirrus? I was looking forward to presenting my findings to a team of some of the best and the brightest of Equestria!”

Cirrus’ smile morphed into a smirk. “Oh, you are getting the best and the brightest—none other than the most legendary healer in the whole country. ”

Dr. Saltz other eyebrow elevated to join the first. “And who, pray tell, is that?”

“We are going straight to Princess Celestia.”

* * *

“Ugh! Where is he?”

Twilight completed her one hundred twenty-seventh lap pacing around the Cutie Map. Starlight Glimmer looked up from the stacks of accreditation paperwork she had to fill before the beginning of each new semester, rolling her eyes before she looked back down at her workload. Twilight hadn’t even noticed that she had been sitting in her throne the whole time, for Celestia’s sake.

“Twilight, unless you are training early for The Running of the Leaves, I don’t think your snit is going to make Spike arrive any sooner.” Starlight giggled as Twilight drew herself up short, shaking her head briefly to clear it. “Wasn’t there something you wanted my help with before you departed for Fillydelphia this afternoon?” She waved her hoof vaguely in the air. “Y’know, something to do with all of the lab equipment you moved up here last night?”

“Oh. Right.”

Starlight surveyed the mess of various arcane and mundane electrical instruments before her eyes finally rested on a calorimeter with a scorch mark on its surface. “And aren’t you supposed to put burning hot things inside of a calorimeter, and not a calorimeter inside something burning?”

“Oh, hah hah.” Twilight looked back at the lab equipment with a sigh. Starlight wondered if the scorch mark had something to do with her now re-growing tail. She knew it had been practically burnt off, but neither Twilight or Spike were divulging how exactly that had happened. Some ancient secrets were best left forgotten.

“I guess you’re right.” Twilight walked over and began to organize some of her notes on the lab table. “I did want you to take a break from your semester prep to give me some input on this magical experiment. I’m just used to Spike being a little more punctual about his assignments and it’s throwing me off.”

“Adolescence.” Starlight waved a hoof dismissively before cocking her head in thought. “And in Spike’s case, it’s not just adolescence: it’s dragon adolescence. What ya gonna do?” She hopped down from Twilight’s chair and made her way over to join her at the table. She smirked as she noticed she had drawn a glare.

Starlight picked up a notebook. Turning a few pages, she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at what was written across the top: Amulet Experiment #6.

Seriously?

“I appreciate that he’s going through adolescence, Starlight.” Twilight scratched her head, throwing her mane into chaos. “ But the fact that his growth spurt shot him there in a little over two months has been completely outside of whatever we thought we knew about dragons! I’m just having a little bit of a hard time adjusting. And whenever I bring up the abnormality of it all, he manages to dodge, delay, or change the subject.”

“I know, Twilight, I know. You brought this up last week. And the week before… What I can’t figure out is why there is so much food on hand in the kitchen if your dragon assistant has been going through a growth spurt. But enough about that… I want to know more about this.” Starlight magicked the notebook in front of Twilight’s face, tapping on the title of the page with a hoof. “What in Equestria?”

Instead of reading what was directly in front of her face, Twilight merely pushed it away with a hoof. “Wait, food? What do you mean?”

It was Starlight’s turn to roll her eyes. “You put me in charge of castle expenses and supplies four years ago, Twi. I was just going over the books yesterday, and I can tell you, our food expenses haven’t changed. At all. So how are we handling the explosive growth spurt of a certain green-and-purple dragon?”

Twilight’s eyes darted from left to right a few times as she processed the question, until her expression lit up with a dawning smile. “That’s it!”

“What’s ‘it’?” Starlight drew her head back, angling her horn to the side as if it were an antenna trying to hone in on Twilight’s brainwave.

Twilight clopped a hoof to the tile floor. “There must be a connection!”

“I don’t follow.”

“Spike’s been working for the Apples as a farmhand for additional income, and he has been arriving home a little bit later over the past few months, claiming he has had additional work!”

“...And?”

“And the sun has been going down earlier and earlier as the year reaches the Lunar Peak Cycle! It doesn’t make any sense!”

Starlight sat down and folded her forehooves, tossing the notebook back on the lab table. “So… what then? Spike has been sneaking off after working Sweet Apple Acres to… what? Date Applejack on the side? Take dragon growth hormone?”

“Pfft.” Twilight waved a hoof dismissively. “As if! ...wait, dragon growth hormone? Is that a thing?”

All Starlight could do at that point was purse her lips and give a blank shrug.

Twilight picked up the calorimeter, glaring as if she was trying to burn a hole through it. “It’s time to do a little investigation.” Starlight could’ve sworn she saw the thermometer on the end of it climb up a degree. “So I’m going to follow him. Tonight.”

Starlight’s blank expression quickly fell into a flat look. “Tonight? The only thing you’re going to be following is the train car directly to the front of yours. You’re going to be half-way to Fillydelphia by then.”

“And that’s exactly what I want Spike to think!” Twilight grinned ear to ear, activating her horn with a local communications spell. “Captain Berrytwist?”

Starlight could pick out the quiet reply, carried by the spell’s auditory function over Twilight’s right ear. Twilight’s security head was likely maintaining her station near the front gates. “Yes, Princess?”

“Please report to the map room. I have a special assignment for you.”

* * *

The sound of Narcisse’s polished hooves rang out, echoing off of the stark edifices on either side of the narrow street. The buildings seemed to encroach on him the further he went, leaning in as if trying to blot out the sun and sky. Dust and debris blew in from alleys to his south, the wind carrying with it overtones of rotting garbage and unwashed bodies.

Just the way he liked it.

Not that he needed to be surrounded by such environs to feel better about himself or look down on those of lower birth. That wasn’t it at all. Narcisse actually enjoyed combing through the back alleyways, skirting across treacherous fire escapes, and delving through the filth of the underbelly of the city.

He relished being on assignment from Princess Luna, and being authorized to get his hooves dirty. Why?

It was the best kind of beauty.

Every scar that he he earned, every blemish or smudge that marred his pristine features; each mark separated him from the typical nobles and elite of Canterlot. Each blotch honored his dedication to the Lunar Princess. It was only she that could command him; it was only to her that he remained her dutiful servant. If only one day she could perceive that he wanted more...

Lighting his horn, Narcisse held up the scribbled address he had copied into a notepad back at the precinct. After reviewing the information on file from the police, including a small entry about this particular pegasus who had possibly crossed paths with the contact, he decided that he was less than satisfied with the answers they had received and determined that he would meet the pony in the flesh.

Lieutenant Oversky Downdraft - Pegasus
The Quartzite Corner Apartments
42 Cannon Lane #412

The accommodations weren’t much to look at, but he had seen worse. Everything about the structures and their color just screamed middle class, seeming to demonstrate that the architect’s main goal had been to pack as many ponies into one building as possible, without making it look like you were packing as many ponies as possible.

Before long, he stood in front of door #412. Narcisse frowned. One would think a border security agent working at the Manehattan port-of-entry would earn sufficiently to live in better lodgings. No matter. He lifted a hoof to knock.

* * *

“With all due respect Princess, this problem has none of the urgency you are assigning it.”

Captain Berrytwist stood at resolute attention with her head held high, but her eyes tracked Twilight as the alicorn paced back and forth in front of her. Meanwhile, Starlight Glimmer, having gone back to lounging on Twilight’s throne, rolled her eyes as she watched. “You may feel it to be important,” Captain Berrytwist continued, “but I am not willing to risk your safety by positioning myself over 600 miles away so you can do some reconnaissance on your dragon assistant.”

“And I’m telling you that this illusion spell is so well crafted it would fool my own mother!” Twilight clopped a hoof down on the tile floor to emphasize her point. “Tartarus, even Princess Celestia would have a hard time telling the difference!”

Captain Berrytwist raised an eyebrow. “And Princess Luna?”

“Well, of course not—but we’re not trying to deceive Luna! Anyway, I’ll be under disguise the whole time while you are in transit, and then I’ll plot a combo teleport-jump between different airships, hopping from location to location until I reach Fillydelphia! Nopony will be the wiser!”

“...Except for the crews of said airships.”

“I’ll be invisible!”

Captain Berrytwist shook her head before looking up to glare a hole in the ceiling.. “The way you throw magic around… It just feels like cheating. And it makes it very hard to do my job properly.” She met Twilight’s gaze again, narrowing her eyes dangerously. “ If this is your order, I shall obey it, but you have heard my reservations.”

After watching the back and forth over the past several minutes, Starlight decided to lift a hoof and interject. “You know I could be just as capable in observing him, Twi? Then you wouldn’t put out your Security chief so much.” After a pause, her look became mischievous. “Or is this you acting out after feeling a little too smothered by your Captain?”

“It’s not—!” Twilight retorted angrily, turning around before catching Starlight’s bemused expression. “Okay, maybe there is a little of that, but—”

At this, Captain Berrytwist snorted.

“—but this is something that needs to be me. If anything illicit is going on, I need to be the one to confront him about it.”

Starlight gawked. “Illicit? Who said anything about Spike doing something illicit?”

“Well, not illicit per se…” Twilight put a hoof to her face. “It’s just—I just have a feeling about this. I need to be the one that confronts him about it.” Twilight turned to Fizzlepop and gave her an apologetic look. “I can still make it in time for the summit. Besides, this can give you an opportunity to do a security analysis. You know, how do other ponies behave if you do a set up and you’re posing as me? And even if nothing happens, you can secure the premises of our hotel and the convention center well before I arrive. How does that sound?”

“It sounds entirely unnecessary, but as I said, if you order it—”

“—Twilight, I’m back!”

The door to the map room banged shut as Spike strode in, all three mares turning to face him. Spike paused for a moment, mid-stride, as he glanced from pony to pony and then exchanged blank gazes with them.

“Um. If you’re all busy, I can just…” He thumbed a direction over his shoulder. “I’ll just leave the tickets in your study.”

Twilight shook her head briefly before hurrying after him catching him by the door. “No, no... I’ll take them, Spike. Thank you. But what took you so long? It’s never taken you an hour and fifteen minutes to pick up tickets at the Ponyville Station.”

“Well, you remember that favor Golden Harvest asked me about last week?”

The two’s voices diminished as they exited back out of the map room, leaving Starlight and Fizzlepop alone, looking at each other.

“Whelp!” Starlight gave a half smile. “At least I don’t have your job! All I have to do is babysit students of Twilight’s School of Friendship, not the savant herself.”

Fizzlepop’s gaze narrowed. “About that. What are you doing this evening, and how are your stealth spells?”

* * *

“He already spoke with the police.” The surly yellow unicorn folded his forehooves as he leaned back against the door frame. A cigarette dangled uselessly from his lower lip before he pulled it back with his grubby lips, lighting it with his horn. His face was sallow and his stomach was distended, likely malnourished and overly sedentary. “I really don’t think he feels like talking about it with you or anypony else, so kindly shove off.”

The unicorn brought a hoof up to shut the door, but Narcisse’s magic came up quickly, freezing it in place. He leaned into the stallions face, giving a humorless smile. The stallion stank.

With a flick of his horn, the cigarette extinguished itself, and Narcisse pressed even closer, lowering his voice into a whisper-infused growl. “Sometimes, the police don’t ask all of the right questions.”

He held up his obligatory governmental badge, so he could do this by the book. “Agent of Moonlight, on assignment from Princess Luna.” He pointed past the stallion into the shadowy apartment behind him. “If you would be so kind?”

Narcisse watched the stallion’s eyes narrow, but he could already tell he had won this war of wills. Just to make sure though: “Surely your allegiance to the Princess would cause you to open up your home to one of her Agents. If it doesn’t detract too much from your extremely busy and important schedule?”

The pony frowned, stubbornly not moving a muscle for a few moments. Finally, he turned back into his apartment, grumbling under his voice. “Agent thinks he’s something special. Fine, come on back. Have a seat anywhere.”

Narcisse stepped inside, running a quick scan with his horn to see if anything was amiss. Nothing. Just normal, standard-issue house dust.

How boring.

“Downy?” The burly pony called ahead of him as he exited the short hallway into the living area at the end. “Canterlot Bigshot wants to see you. Guy thinks he’s tough or somethin’.”

Narcisse followed him into the room, panning his eyes across it until they came to rest on a blue pegasus reclining in the corner. The pony’s ears were covered by headphones and his eyes were obscured behind sunglasses. It seemed the lights and speakers were on, but nopony was home. Narcisse frowned as he waited, his twitchy hoof tapping on the floor before his eyes gravitated towards a dial on the pegasus’s music player.

With a flick of his horn, the dial twisted all the way to eleven.

Downdraft catapulted from his seat, his wings extending so violently that a few feathers scattered across the room. In less than a second, his earphones had smacked against the end table next to him, and his shades had hit the far wall.

“What the crap, man?!”

Downdraft and Yellowpony were both glowering at him—Downdraft hyperventilating—but that just allowed him to feel more comfortable. “Ah good. You’ve finished listening to your enriching media… I’m looking into anything having to do with this mysterious mare yesterday that caused a ruckus down at the library. The account I read suggests you allowed her through your security gate.”

“Man, I had nothing to do with that attack at the Library. Tell him, Eddy!”

Narcisse narrowed his eyes and stepped closer to Downdraft. “This isn’t about the attack at the Library, this is about your security at the gate. What do you recall about her papers?”

“Everything was in order, so I let her through! She was just another tourist returning to Equestria after playing with the catbirds!” Downdraft pounded his hoof on the floor, his glare hardening. “I had no reason to detain her, so I let her go—what do you want from me?”

At this, Narcisse smiled. He activated his horn and brought out a potion vial giving off a dull yellow glow. “What do I want from you? Oh, I don’t know. How about… the truth?”

Yellowpony looked angry, which was to be expected. Downdraft, though. He was trying for a poker face, but he couldn’t hide his eyes.

“I don’t need any kooky magic fouling up my system, horn-head.” Downdraft raised his front hooves as if trying to block Narcisse’s approach. “And I’ve already told everything to the police, and my own higher-ups with border security! I know my rights as an Equestrian Citizen, so you just back the hell up!”

Narcisse fought hard to keep from smirking, and held up a hoof. “I’m sure you are well versed in your rights, as well as your brother here… What was his name? Upwind?” At this, the two were glaring again. “And when we are done, you will not recall ever having any of your rights infringed upon. Are we in accord?”

Downdraft frowned. There was something wrong with how this stuffy unicorn had worded that. “Wait a minute. I’m not according with anything!”

With a smile, Narcisse’s horn flashed a brilliant magenta. Before Downdraft could recognize what had happened, Eddy had fallen back onto the sofa completely insensate. “What… what did you do to him, man?”

“Just a sleep spell.” Narcisse purred, before his grin grew wider. “Now, shall we drink to his health?”

* * *

“The Cleaning Solution Creating a Brand-New Revolution…” Tempest’s eyes narrowed as she studied the flamboyant sign with the electric blue lettering.

“Better than magic… it’s Kaboom?” She looked over to Meadow for clarification. “Sounds dangerous…”

Meadow giggled. “Don’t be silly, Tempest! The Flim Flam brothers do everything they can to separate a pony from his or her bits. That being the case, they wouldn’t want their product to blow up in pony’s faces.” Meadow hesitated while she stroked her chin. “At least not until they have safely absconded with that pony’s bits. They’re kind of shady like that!”

Tempest raised an eyebrow. “So they are a couple of shysters?”

Tempest’s eyes combed over the building’s facade. For the most part it looked like an older warehouse, blending in with the other neglected buildings in this quarter. Fillydelphia was a beautiful city, known for its many museums and exhibits. Obviously, this warehouse was nowhere near Fillydelphia’s artful museums and exhibits.

The front reception office had certainly been dressed up with a fresh coat of paint and some polish, but under more careful scrutiny, the rest of the building grew progressively more dilapidated the further away from the front entrance one’s eyes wandered.

Looking back to the steel-bar reinforced front doors again, Tempest took note of the pair of stallions hanging around the entrance. Both stallions, one an earth pony, the other a unicorn, had their manes cropped rather short. They both looked like they spent all of their free time in a weight gym popping pony growth hormones.

Tempest couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Meadow. “And we are trusting them with making amulets why?”

Meadow only grinned. “They love bits! Trust me, it’s their love of bits that will allow our plan to work. If they’re assured of so much money, they certainly won’t be willing to share our proprietary secret!”

Meadow quickened her pace a little, moving ahead to approach the two stallions at the door. As she pranced up to the waiting stallions, they closed up ranks to face the smaller mare. “Hello, sirs?” Meadow chirped in a voice that seemed higher pitched than usual. “My associate and I have a business proposal for your employers. Could we borrow a moment of their time?”

“Whaddaya want, little mare?”

Without skipping a beat, Meadow Lark gestured to Tempest, her voice lowering into a coo. “Oh, it’s not about what I want at all, Mr. Stalwart stallion. It’s about what she can give them. This mare has a new discovery… a revolutionary breakthrough known to nopony in Equestria!” Tempest stepped back, eyes widening at Meadow. Sure, Meadow was bubbly and energetic, but never at any time did she strike Tempest as the salespony type. Right now, there was a certain…lilt…to her voice. She must have done this in an earlier life or something.

Studly Dee frowned while Studly Dum cocked his head to the side. “Mr. Flim and Mr. Flam are extremely busy, Miss. They hear sales pitches all the time about the next ‘revolutionary’ thing,” Dee replied, pawing at an itch on his brawny shoulder.

“Yeah.” Dum’s heavily accented voice cut in. “If you twos don’t haves an appointment, you’ll need to talk to our… our spokesmare that—”

Dee cut back in for the assist. “—You’ll need to speak with Flim and Flam’s public liaison and arrange it with her. They don’t do walk-in appointments. Off with you now.” He punctuated his sentence with a flick of his hoof.

Meadow stomped her hoof into the pavement with a sharp clack, both stallions flinching back a half-step. Tempest thought she saw chipped pieces of concrete scatter from the impact, before noticing that Meadow had reared up, jabbing a hoof into Dee’s chest.

“What makes you think she doesn’t have an appointment?” Meadow hissed, her eyes narrowing into cold, dangerous slits.

Tempest reached out to hook an elbow around one of Meadow’s forelegs. “Umm, excuse us for a moment, sirs. We’ll be… right back.”

Tempest pulled the smaller mare away, Meadow grumbling a few things under her breath as they drew away from the two bemused stallions. “Yeah! Back after these messages!” Meadow called out over her shoulder.

“Geeze, Tempest!” Meadow whispered to Tempest as soon as they had gotten a fair distance away. “What did you pull me away for? We were about to get somewhere with those two muscle heads!” Tempest covered her mouth with her hoof and stifled a chuckle. Meadow’s angry little pout was just so precious.

“Fact is, Meadow, that we didn’t actually make an appointment.”

“I know that!”

“If there is a way to do this without raising suspicion, let’s do it. I don’t want to screw this up!”

“Feh.” Meadow spat, glaring at the stallions. “I doubt they even have a public liaison. That’s probably just a line to get ponies to go away. Those two chislers probably don’t want any interference when they already have a good thing going. I know the type!”

Tempest folded her arms as she sat back. “Well, then what do you suggest?”

Meadow’s eyes became shrewd. “You show them your I.D.”

Tempest blinked in surprise as she watched Meadow saunter back to the two stallions. Was Meadow implying what she thought she was implying? Why would she go there, especially after she had more or less experienced a meeting with the entity behind it? Tempest shook her head and trotted to catch up.

“As I was saying, gentlemen…” Meadow’s head turned as she continued, including Tempest in the conversation as she was walking up. “This mare here is well known to both Mr. Flim, and Mr. Flam. She is a researcher that has been collaborating with them since day one when they took over this establishment!”

Tempest tried to keep a straight face as she looked from Meadow to the two stallions. They didn’t seemed too convinced, but they were looking at her expectantly. Was she really going to do this?

“C’mon, Temp.” Meadow urged, angling her head toward them. “Just show ‘em so we can proceed with your appointment.”

Tempest hesitated for a moment. Meadow seemed to be acting as if she already knew what the capabilities of the Eye were, even when Tempest had purposely kept those capabilities vague. Or maybe Meadow just knew that Tempest had more magic at her disposal that she let on? Either way, she needed to act. All three ponies were waiting for her.

“Oh, you mean that I.D. Heh. Hang on, I’ve got it here.” Swallowing her nervousness, Tempest pulled the Eye out of her jacket and activated it’s tertiary effect, that of dazing another pony. Releasing the magical energies, Tempest watched as the two stallions’ expressions became vacant. Meadow had dropped her head and was shielding her eyes, but Tempest could make out a small smile on her face.

The act completed, Tempest gave a sigh. “They’ll be dazed for about three minutes, and will have minimal memories of the past little while. Let’s go.”

“Well, there you go!” Meadow chirped. “It helps when you have a magical MacGuffin to cheat, right?”

Tempest laughed uncertainly. “I just hope this works.”

Meadow Lark grinned. “It’ll work. Just stick to the plan.” She ambled forward and pulled open the door.

* * *

Twilight’s eyes narrowed as she watched her assistant enter into the establishment. In the past forty-five minutes, she’d seen Spike procure one of the Ponyville tour balloons and pay for a cloud walking spell with some of his hard-earned bits. He seemed a little anxious during the transaction, glancing over his shoulder from time to time, but as soon as he got off the ground he seemed to relax.

Berrytwist had not been pleased when Twilight told her that she was going to go ahead with her plan. Knowing her, she probably had the same glare on her face even now, half-way to Fillydelphia. Twilight sort of felt bad: her security chief was only trying to do her job.

“I’ll have to make it up to her…” Twilight muttered, bringing her binoculars up again. “But it’s not like I’m in any more danger than I was before she came on my staff three months ago.”

Trailing Spike to Cloudsdale had been a little bit tricky, as she had needed to obscure her own movements and sounds with stealth and invisibility spells. Spike’s dragon senses had grown more acute, and she didn’t want to take a chance of him picking up on her wing-beats if there was no visible ponies in the area.

Peering through the restaurant’s windows from her position, Twilight finally spotted him again as he sat down in a booth by a window. Twilight re-read the restaurant’s boisterous sign.

“Gabby’s Crab Shack. Hearty Meals for the Discriminating Flyer… Seriously? He came all this way to grab a snack? We have food at home.” Suddenly, Twilight’s eyes widened. “Wait, crab?”

While she knew some species ate meat as part of a healthy diet, such as griffons, Spike had never had cause to try it. He had always been with her and the girls, and as far as she was aware, Rainbow Dash had tried fish once, but she didn’t like it. It wasn’t that Ponyville prohibited carnivores from visiting the town; it was just rather difficult to purchase food of that sort in a still mostly earth pony town.

“So, he came all the way up here to eat fish?” Twilight’s eyes narrowed as she studied the other patrons—at least the ones she could see through the windows. “Huh. Most of the patrons are griffons, with a dragon here and there. Must be popular alternative cuisine.”

A griffon server arrived and started smiling and speaking with Spike. Thinking quickly, Twilight dredged up an Eavesdrop spell. She didn’t much care for taking an action that would spy on a friend… well… spying even more on a friend she was already spying on, but this was for science! Well, maybe not for science, but this was for a forensic investigation!

Completing the remaining segments of the magical construct, Twilight prepared to execute the spell matrix, but then hesitated. After another moment her horn dimmed, her expression morphing into a frown.

“...Yep. I’m a horrible pony. What would Applejack say if she could see me right now: spying on my number one assistant.” Twilight shook her head sadly as she watched the server, a rather cute griffon, leave with his order. Was she really doing this?

Although… what about his recent behavior? What about his abuse of their relationship of trust? If anything, this confirmed that Spike was sneaking around… He was up to something, as she had never even heard a whisper about him making trips to Cloudsdale at this time in the evening. Besides, that cute server was acting like she knew him quite well. In fact, her behavior had been decidedly flirtatious! Twilight’s resolve hardened as she brought the binoculars up again.

Twilight huffed and rested her head on her hoof. She started taking a sample of the average flight speed of the typical, everyday Cloudsdale pegasus. It was a simple matter to project a grid in the air and to time each pony during a segment of straight ahead flight for three seconds. Did she require data for an upcoming research paper? Not really. She was just bored. And maybe a teensy bit envious of Rainbow Dash’s incredible feats of speed and agility. Not that she would admit that to anypony.

Twilight had just recorded her forty-sixth pony when she noticed that Spike’s entree had arrived, the sever already heading towards another customer. Rolling her eyes when she realized she couldn’t even see the table surface beneath the window sill, she took to the air. Nothing that a little change in altitude couldn’t fix.

Chocolate cake? No, that wasn’t right, it wasn’t tall enough… It was some shade of brown though, and it seemed as if Spike was having to work a serrated knife in order to cut through it. Wait. Are those red juices coming out of it?

Her eye twitching, Twilight cast an immediate teleport spell, landing with a flash on the bench seat opposite of Spike. Exonerated, agitated, and just a little bit horrified, Twilight wasted no time as she stood up on her hind hooves, planting her left forehoof on the table while she pointed imperiously at Spike’s entree with the other.

“THAT’S NOT MAHI MAHI!”

Utterly startled from his calorie-infused regalement of bliss, Spike flinched back as an accidental gout of flame burst from his nostrils, unfortunately setting the draperies aflame.

As the flames began to spread, Twilight’s eyes glanced from the conflagration to the angry glares of the restaurant’s other patrons and the servers running towards their booth.. She slowly sank back down into her seat, an abashed chuckle escaping as she cast a quick extinguishment spell, a cold blue light glimmering over the flames before they suddenly snuffed out. Spike could only blink in shock.

“Uh. Heh-heh. At least my tail didn’t light on fire this time, right Spike?”

* * *

“I still can’t believe you were spying on me,” Spike grumbled.

He flicked a little bit of fire retardant off of an ear fin as he walked, residuals from when the restaurant manager came out with a fire extinguisher, screeching about his drapes. Needless to say, the meal was ruined, and Spike and Twilight no longer felt welcome to loiter any longer. Twilight was mortified, quickly throwing down Princess credit to cover expenses for the meal, the damages, any psychological counseling that might be needed, and a massive tip.

“I mean, the fact that you trailed me all the way up here, casting whatever secrecy spells you needed to accomplish that, only underlines the fact that I needed to sneak up here anyway to do it!”

“Not so fast!” Twilight defended. “You’ve been acting strangely for the past two months, all coinciding with this insane growth spurt you’ve been having! And every time I’ve asked you about it you have dodged! What am I supposed to do but get suspicious if you’re acting suspiciously?”

Spike bared his teeth a little as he walked a little faster. “Can’t a mature dragon go out and accomplish something without interference, or being subjected to scrutiny or outright suspicion? I’m not hurting anypony, and I’m certainly allowed to spend my free time pursuing my own interests… because it’s, you know, free time?”

Twilight flapped her wings to circle ahead of her assistant, waving her forehooves to placate him. She was temporarily relieved that she had become comfortable enough flying that she could hover backwards and match her speed with Spike as he stormed ahead.

“No—you can use your free time as you see fit!”

Twilight winced as Spike changed directions and veered off to the right. She couldn’t help but notice that several pegasi in the near vicinity had lost interest in whatever it was they were doing and were now trying to inconspicuously hover. However, hovering is hardly inconspicuous, especially when certain pegusi were feigning interest elsewhere while exactly matching their speed and heading. Especially when their ears were angled in their direction!

She supposed she shouldn’t be too surprised if a certain famous dragon and princess team starting having a loud argument out in public. “C’mon, Spike! You have to admit you’ve been acting strangely…”

Spike pointed at her. “According to who? You’re the only one prying and asking nosy questions! None of the rest of our friends have flicked an ear!”

Twilight gasped. She pried and asked because she cared! She had been responsible enough to ensure Spike followed his schedule and his educational regimen to the second! She had been wise enough to ensure that he grew up as a responsible adult of the Ponyville community!

Did she ever let him give into dragon greed again?

No!

Did she let him overindulge in ice cream when he became down like a certain other unicorn who shall remain nameless?

No! Well… not usually.

Did she allow him to laze about the castle and develop slothful habits?

No!

She had raised him as if he were family—because to her, he was. She wasn’t sure if the relationship was more like a mother/son bond or a sister/brother bond, but whatever the relationship was, it was special! She wasn’t the best cook, of course, but she always ensured the castle had plenty of foot, and the Golden Oaks Library, before that. Spike took care of the cooking, and they had both stayed well fed. He even got enough gems for his cravings!

But wait...

What if he had other cravings? What if all of this time she had been unintentionally starving him of critical nutrients, nutrients that could only be found in meat, and it had stunted his growth? What if that was why he had been so small compared to other dragons his age? Had she been hurting him all along?

Why had hadn’t he said anything? That was what hurt the most.

Twilight folded her wings, dropping to the packed-cloud surface of the street. “Wait,” Twilight squeaked. She raised a hoof as Spike walked past, feeling her eyes start to moisten. “Is this all about eating meat? Was I accidentally keeping you from a complete diet this whole time? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Spike stopped, covering his eyes with a claw. “It’s not…” He turned and gave a sigh, putting his hands on his hips. “I haven’t been starving, Twi.”

Twilight stood up, feeling her emotions wind up like spring. “Yes you have! You have been starving!” Twilight started to pace back and forth, and while she tried to hold back her tears, a few escaped anyway. “It’s been so bad that you felt like you had to sneak off Cloudsdale, for Celestia’s sake! And look at you! Now that you are eating correctly, no thanks to me, you are growing into a healthy drake!”

“Twi…”

“I just… I’m sorry! I’m sorry if after all this time, your physiology was needing something more… some protein…”

“Twilight!”

Not hearing him, Twilight went on with her rant. “I mean, there is probably some vitamin M, or whatever, some nutrient specifically needed for dragons. And I was too obtuse to even know it! Why didn’t I even ASK EMBER?!”

“TWILIGHT!”

Sitting down with a clump, Twilight put her head in her hooves and began to cry in earnest. She felt awful that she had driven Spike to this state. It hurt even more that he hadn’t told her!

Spike’s warm and scaly arm slid across her withers as he drew her into a hug. “It’s not that, Twi.” Spike murmured into her twitching ear as she continued to spasm against him. “That’s not the reason.” Spike continued to stroke his claws up and down her back as he waited for her to settle down, her mucus smearing across his chest scales.

Spike waited as Twilight fought to settle herself down, her shoulder muscles bunching up a few more times before she let out a shaky sigh. This really wasn’t a big deal, but he knew how Twilight could get sometimes. “Seriously. I’ve been okay. You haven’t left me hungry, and have taken good care of me over the years… Mom.”

That last word caused Twilight to blurt out a rather gooey laugh as more mucus wound up on his chest. Heedless of the mess, Twilight nuzzled into his muscular frame a little more. “Sorry, I… Well, you know, nopony in recent memory has ever raised a dragon before.” Twilight sat back and gazed at the mess she left. “Oops. Heh, hang on a second.” Her horn flashed a she performed the Quickleen spell, eliminating whatever organic messes were left behind on Spike’s chest and her own fur.

Once that was taken care of their eyes met as they sat in a semi-awkward silence. The corner of Spike’s mouth drew up slightly, giving the barest peak of a fang as his gaze turned pensive. “It was only another week, and then I was going to tell you outright. As soon as you arrived back from Fillydelphia.” Spike’s eyes widened in dawning realization. “Wait, why are you not in Fillydelphia?”

“No changing the subject,” Twilight hiccuped. “Just think of it as me back from Fillydelphia and tell me what is going on.” Twilight smiled hopefully. “Please?”

Spike stood up and scanned the area around them. It was a quiet Cloudsdale thoroughfare, and the temperature was rapidly falling now that the sun had been down for a few hours. In many strategic places around them hidden by building corners, rooftops and perched on lamp posts, he met the eyes of several embarrassed pegusi. As he looked evenly at each one, each pony in turn took back to the air to resume whatever it was they were out doing except for one that merely folded her hooves stubbornly before motioning with one for him to continue.

Spike just gave her a dirty look. “Why don’t we step into my balloon, Twi. Less eavesdroppers that way.” He indicated the parked balloon two furlongs away at a well-lit docking station.

Twilight nodded happily and trotted ahead of him towards his mode of transport. Several minutes later they had arrived, gone through the necessary permissions, and cast off. Just to be sure, Twilight cast a spell for a soundproof bubble around the gondola of the balloon. Once the spell was cast, Twilight sat back down and gave Spike a scrutinizing look. “This has something do do with Rarity, doesn’t it?”

Spike kept a straight face for exactly two seconds before he chuckled, putting both arms up in a surrendering fashion. “Guilty as charged…” He sat back and then grinned, flexing his draconic pectorals which Twilight had to admit were rather impressive. “Think she’ll go for it?”

“I… what?! Go for it? Hang on just a Celestia-forsaken minute!” Spike closed his toothy grin and ducked his head a little, but the corners of his mouth were still twitching up a bit. “Let’s go to the beginning and see how all of this started!”

Spike sat back, his face starting to grow smug. “I was in correspondence with Dragon Lord Ember, and she cued me in on something: I wasn’t the youngest dragon out there during all of those dragon “games” Garble initiated me with.

“Ugh. You mean during that dragon migration we watched ten years ago? How were you not the youngest? I mean, you were the smallest one there, and you were only twelve.”

“Exactly! Ember told me that the magic of dragon development is that our bodies are rather malleable to an extent. If a dragon wants to grow a supersized tail, he or she can do so. If a dragon wants to grow extra spikes over his back, he can. If he wants to grow to the size of a castle, it may take a while, but he can do it! That’s why you see so much variation… and once done, you can’t reverse it.”

Twilight frantically searched the gondola for a quill and something to write on. It was just her luck that somewhere between the restaurant and the balloon, she had lost it.

“What are you doing, Twi?”

Twilight winced at her assistant’s flat tone. “I’m… ugh, I’m looking for something to write with, Spike, this is good information! I need to take notes…”

“Relax, Twi.” Spike snickered. “I have taken copious notes of the whole process. I’ll show you when we get back.”

“Really?” Twilight squeed. “That’s wonderful! It just means so much to me if you could...” Twilight looked up at her bemused assistant, who had a claw over his face. “I’m sperging out again, aren’t I?”

“Just a bit. May I continue?”

Twilight sat straight and still, a modicum of the perfect student. She gave Spike a little wink.

“Anyway.” Spike continued. “There are certain exercises and practices one must go through for more horns, or more scales, or etcetera. It just has to be done during a younger period in the dragon life cycle. What I didn’t know until recently was that I was already doing the necessary work to emphasise brain development!”

“Well of course you did!” Twilight nodded approvingly. “I mean, would you really expect anything less?”

“But for the process to work, especially in the physical growth department, a dragon must consume huge amounts of protein. In my case, I needed rich meats coupled with a powerful exercise regimen. Sweet Apple Acres was the second part to that plan. As you can see, my plan worked.” Spike flexed his pectorals again.

“It certainly did! But is this something that will work to woo Rarity? I mean, this is a drastic change, Spike. She’s known you since you were little more than a baby dragon.”

“I was ten.” Spike shrugged. “Why should that matter?”

“Well, the age gap is kind of significant!” Twilight softened her voice a little. “In all honesty, I thought you had given up on that crush.”

“Give up on Rarity?” Spike folded his arms in defiance. “Absolutely not! Not until she actually tells me that she isn’t interested! I just fast-forwarded my growth a bit to put us on more equal footing, and who knows? Now, the age gap isn’t that important, is it?”

Twilight stroked her chin in thought. “I suppose not… I’m just not sure such a thing would really happen. We’ve known Rarity for twelve years now, and… well, let’s just say I think I’ve seen where her tastes actually lie.” Spike pursed his lips as he stared out into the distance from where they sat.
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“Not that I won’t support you in your efforts!” Twilight hedged before continuing in a smaller voice. “Just… be prepared if she still turns you down. I’d rather not see you hurt.”

Spike gave a humorless chuckle and another shrug, still staring at the darkened horizon. “It’s hurt for twelve years, Twilight. It’s possible I’ve even spent more time with her than you. I’ll find a way to bring it up. When the time is right, she will know my feelings on the matter. Then, either way, we’ll go from there.”

“Oh, Spike…” Twilight murmured. She gave him a nuzzle as she squeezed in closer to him. “And either way, I’ll be right there with you to give you support. You’re so grown up now!”

“Spike chuckled as he turned back to Twilight, his eyes glimmering a little. “Yeah. Thanks, Mom.”

“You two are just sooo cute!” Starlight’s voice chirped up suddenly as she popped up from the storage bin inside the gondola. Spike and Twilight lurched back with a shout, both of them pressing back against the side walls. “I think my heart just about melted two or three times tonight!” Starlight continued to grin at the two of them, bouncing on her hooves before climbing up into her seat. “And all for Rarity… Good for you, Spike!”

After a moment of silence, Starlight noticed that her friends weren’t smiling back at her.

“Was it something I said?”

Author's Note

And there is chapter nine. Thanks to Seriff for being an excellent source to catch me when I wax too wordy, and if I start to go off track and quit making sense... Seriously, Seriff, your input has become invaluable - thanks...

Chapter ten is in it's planning stages, so stay tuned!

Chapter Ten: Amulets

It wasn’t what they were expecting.

Tempest blinked as she looked around the corridor. Save for a narrow path that looked like it had been cleared of debris, the area looked like nopony had used it in months. Sunbeams poured from cracked windows, dust dancing in the glowing shafts. Cobwebs garnished the edges of a few chairs and debris, stray webbing blowing gently in a breeze. Several ceiling tiles hung loosely, and a fluorescent light fixture hung down, partially torn from its housing. Off to the right, a few bags of refuse slumped against the wall, likely adding to the rank and musty smell.

Meadow frowned as she looked back at Tempest, raising an eyebrow while she waited for the unicorn to join her. She lifted a hoof and pushed the hanging light fixture to the side before letting it swing to and fro. Ahead of her was a closed door, which seemed more groomed than its neighbors. Some light, plus a few murmurs, seeped in from the bottom of the door.

“Weird,” Meadow exclaimed under her breath.

Tempest came up alongside her, lifting a hoof to stop the sway of the fixture Meadow had just disturbed. She spoke in a hushed tone as well. “Indeed. Are you sure these are the ponies we want launching a revolutionary technology?”

Meadow rubbed her chin and gazed down a darkened corridor to the left. “Perhaps. From what I know of these two, they would sell their soul for the chance. Are you sure you don’t want ponies knowing who invented the technology?”

Tempest closed her eyes and hummed. “That would be best. All will come out soon enough. We just need a wagonload of these on the streets.”

Meadow grinned. “And high places! Don’t forget that…”

“Mmm.” Tempest cocked her head, looking at the entrance with a bright red sign that read PRIVATE. “One would think these two worked entirely alone, but perhaps that is for the best. What was the deal with the big sign and the goons outside?”

“Maybe they are making Effervescence?” Meadow guessed.

Tempest furrowed her brows. “Which is what?”

Meadow’s eyes darted to the side for a moment. “It’s an illegal drug that… never mind.” Meadow shook her head.

“Whatever,” Tempest said. “Perhaps they have employees that use a different entrance?”

“Uh, I doubt it, Temp.” Meadow replied. “It’s just… weird.”

They stopped their hushed talking and listened at the door for a moment. While there may have been two distinct voices, neither one was clear enough to make sense of what they were saying. Whatever they were doing, they hadn’t noticed the whispered conversation just outside their office door.

With a shrug, Meadow turned her head back to Tempest and gestured with a hoof. “I guess we knock?”

Tempest smirked before rolling her eyes. “Well, I don’t see a doorbell...” She clopped a hoof on the door a few times. causing the voices on the other side to fall silent. Meadow and Tempest looked at each other in bemusement, the latter furrowing her eyebrows at the former.

“Hup! Busy! Very busy my good sirs!”

Both mares stepped back.

“That’s right my boys!” A second voice chimed in, as if the stallion’s lips were grazing the door’s surface. “Besides, I distinctly recall telling you two not to intrude upon our working hours… even if it were an emergency— ”

“Especially if there were an emergency—!”

“No emergency of any sort unless you actually see fire—”

“That’s right my lads! You have to see the fire! Smoke isn’t good enough, no sir—you have to see the fire… visibly!”

Tempest pursed her lips, and she glanced down at Meadow. “Do they always finish each other’s sentences?”

Meadow shrugged, her eyes wide. “Sentences?” she snorted. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they finished each other’s sandwiches!” She reared up, displaying her pale blue belly while placing an ear against the door. She lowered her voice to a whisper. “What do we do?”

Tempest frowned in consideration. Many magics could be used to get past the door. She could even set up a motion trap, given enough time. She could always teleport in, but she would need to scry the area first to avoid crashing into something. Powering the door down wouldn’t be a problem, but doing so would not set a good precedent for a healthy business relationship—like any of the solutions in her head. What was it with these two, anyway? This didn’t appear like a reputable business at all. Maybe they should just call off this venture and follow another lead…

Making a decision, she whispered back to Meadow, still listening at the door. “Why don’t you circle around, Meadow? Check for a back entrance and convince them to stay if they try to bolt. I’ll talk to them here. If nothing else, I’m not so bad at magically picking locks.”

Meadow grinned, clucking her tongue as she turned to stalk down the corridor before turning a corner. “Picking locks, Tempest? The daughter of a princess?” She snickered as she disappeared around the corner, before suddenly sticking her head back out and waggling her eyebrows.

Tempest huffed. Meadow was finding new ways to surprise her every other hour.

She then faced back at the door and addressed the closed aperture. “Um, hello, Gentlemen?”

Nopony replied. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she could make out some hushed whispering.

Clearing her throat, she raised her voice. “If I could speak to you for a moment, I would love to tell you about an interesting proposition...”

Nopony replied. Tempest crept closer to the door and put her ear on its surface.
A slam rattled her eardrum. Tempest jumped back. Scurrying hooves, rushed whispers, and more slamming sounds—cabinet doors, most probably—erupted from the other room. Among the now harsh whispers she could make out were some phrases about Canterlot and the Royal Guard. It sounded like they were most definitely not interested…

“Okay…” Tempest sighed, narrowing her eyes at the door latch. “Let’s see how modern lock engineering stands up to 5th century tinkering.” Shaping her magic into a green telekinetic spindle, she fed the energy into the lock while closing her eyes. She expanded the nubs of her magical force outward from the central spike and pressed them into the tumblers. The moving parts were spaced much closer together than expected, and grime wedged between the driver pins and the key pins made them extremely stiff to maneuver.

Tempest increased the force she was applying, then bit her lip and pushed harder. If she added much more force than this it would likely only break the lock. She grit her teeth in annoyance. “Stupid… feathering… driver pins!”

She heard the sound of a second door swing open from inside.

“Hello, boyos!” chirped Meadow.

Scrapes and scuffles leaked through the door before a couple of muted thumps and crashes rattled the wood in front of Tempest’s face.

“Damn it Meadow, what did they do?!” Tempest spat. She augmented the magical energy through the spindle, melting the pins into slag before ripping the wasted metal out and stripping the lock clean. With a stab of telekinetic force, Tempest wrenched the door out of the way and leapt into the room, her horn blazing with power. “Meadow! Meadow! Are you all right?”

As the smoke from her little botched “procedure” cleared, Tempest looked around. The owners of the two male voices were crouching behind a large oak desk—so much for that particular threat. One was dabbing at his muzzle with a kerchief while the other one was wincing and rubbing at the base of his horn.

Tempest turned to Meadow. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Meadow frowned as she waved both hooves in the air. “Don’t look at me! I’ve never seen a clumsier pair of unicorns! Right boys?”

Both unicorns sat up a little taller and glared at the earth pony. Tempest studied the two for a moment. They were middle-aged and had strikingly similar colorations between their cream-yellow coats and manes of white and poppy red. Both wore pin-striped suits of blue and white—suits that looked like they hadn’t seen a dry cleaner for years. One had grown a stylish moustache, so at least it was easy to tell them apart.

“Come, you two.” Tempest smiled to each in turn, trying to extend an open hoof of invitation. “There’s no need to flee or to fear: we are not from law enforcement.”

The moustached one raised a hoof. “The Royal Guard, then?”

“Of course not!” Meadow replied, her voice as peppy as ever. She stepped a little closer, gesturing to herself with a hoof. “Do we look like Royal Guards?”

“Maybe not,” replied the other unicorn, his ears folding back. “But you sure hit like one.”

Tempest’s eyebrows shot up. “Hit? You… what?”

“We know agents of the crown when we see them!” The non-mustached pony declared. “And let me assure you, there’s a perfectly good reason why we haven’t paid our taxes over the past six years— “

“Perfectly legitimate reason that we’ve already told the judge—”

“Reasons that have been pardoned by Princess Celestia herself—”

“Quiet!” Tempest yelled. “We are not guards, or agents, or anything else representing Canterlot... or any other authority for that matter!”

The two unicorns exchanged a look before standing up, dusting off their clothes and taking a seat at their desk. The one with the moustache spoke up with a broad smile. “I told you it would happen, oh brother of mine! These two ponies have heard of our exploits and our marvelous successes. They know about our stellar reputation—”

“—our talents as salesmen extraordinaire?”

“The very best salesmen nonpareil!” The two finished together, almost as if it had been rehearsed. Were they… were they actually posing?

Tempest rolled her eyes and used some precise telekinesis to close their jaws from yapping again. Meadow Lark came up from behind her and floated across the office with her arms folded, grinning at the two suddenly nonplussed ponies. After a beat, Meadow spread her arms wide with a smirk. “How would you two gentlemen like to become filthy rich?”

* * *

The throne room was always impressive. Or maybe the term impressive fell far short of the magnificence that was the center of Canterlot Castle’s seat of power. The polished marble floors gave off a warm glow as the daylight poured in through the soaring windows to either side. Princess Celestia’s Day Court was inundated with light, banishing any shadow to the far corners of the hall to cringe and cower behind the gold-shod hooves of the Honor Guard.

At least that was the way Cirrus liked to think about it. Princess Celestia was best princess. And she never appeared with more radiance than while administrating in the throne room at mid-day.

Two griffons were standing on the lower dais in front of Celestia’s throne, and it looked like Celestia was adjourning the meeting. Collegiate robes covered the griffon on the left, though a few of his black, green-tipped feathers peeked out of his garb. In his talons were a large tome and several scrolls. His partner wore a stoic face, but the subtle frown lines—hidden under her silver and maroon feathers—betrayed her displeasure. As the two made their way past Cirrus towards the exit, Cirrus gave each a polite nod. The black one returned his nod in kind. The female let out what sounded like a low growl.

Ignoring the slight, Cirrus brought his eyes forward to his ruler, Celestia smiling warmly at his approach. “Ah, Cirrus—my eye in the sky. Thank you for coming.”

Lowering himself down to one knee, Cirrus dropped his head low and flared out his broad wings. “Always, your majesty. My assignment is complete.”

Celestia stood up from her throne and descended the carpeted stairs to join him on the marble floor. Just once he would enjoy seeing her glide down instead. That mental image wormed his way to his face in the form of a smile, which he tried to conceal with his hoof as the Princess walked past. “Indeed. And you have my thanks, Agent Cirrus, even if the mission was somewhat strange. At ease.”

Cirrus smiled as he brought his head up to meet her gaze. “Thank you, your majesty. It wasn’t a difficult assignment, but I agree it was a little different. Nurse Merry Rhymes has now boarded an airship back to Manehattan, but her travelling partner, Dr. Epsilon Saltz, has declined the Royal voucher for his free return-flight.”

“Oh?” Celestia raised an eyebrow, coming alongside of Cirrus. “Then what might the good doctor be doing then?”

“Dr. Saltz is meeting with some of the bigwigs over at the Canterlot Regional Medical Center.” Cirrus’ wings twitched a little as he recalled the doctor’s gruff manner. “It seems that the hippogriff was dissatisfied with the answers I could provide about the afflicted librarian, so he is consulting with his cohorts. Either that or he is looking for an excuse to snoop around.”

The smile on Celestia’s face faltered. Her eyes lost their focus as if gazing at something distant. “No matter.” She sighed. “He can depart when he likes.” She turned around and began circling to the side of the throne where a ramp led up to her briefing room. Cirrus kept pace at her side. Princess Celestia wasn’t normally this pensive, and he wondered if things didn’t go well when she visited the sedated librarian.

“Cirrus? I have… a different assignment for you.”

“Your Highness?” Cirrus raised an eyebrow. “Regarding the unrest in Gryphus? What has changed?”

“Nothing has changed, Captain—I just don’t require your particular skills in Gryphus at this time. Or perhaps it would be better to say that there is a matter more pressing where I could assign you.”

Cirrus pursed his lips as one of Celestia’s guards opened the massive door leading to her briefing room. It was emblazoned, like many other things in the throne room, with her symbol. Celestia acknowledged the guard before leading the way inside.

“I am needing your eyes in the sky for a different task.” Sensing the ponies’ movement, magical lighting switched on as Celestia made her way down to the head of the table.There were about twenty chairs on either side. Cirrus followed her part of the way along the elongated table, internally debating whether he should sit nearer to the middle, or closer to her highness. Or maybe he should take a seat at the opposite end? Closer was better, but he didn’t want to look like he was presuming anything.

He settled for three seats away. Celestia just watched him in silence with a raised eyebrow, her mane flowing regally. There was a subtle smirk on her face.

Crap. I need to consult with the manual about where a lone agent is supposed to sit when invited into the briefing room. I must look like an idiot.

Straightening up in his chair, Cirrus cleared his throat. “I understand, Princess. How may I serve?”

Celestia settled into her seat, her smile becoming a little warmer. “I need you to return to Manehattan for your next assignment. There are two primary objectives.”

Cirrus gave a smart nod. “Yes, your grace. What are your orders?”

Celestia’s horn glowed for a moment. A chime sounded from outside a door behind the head of the table. After a brief pause, a dark brown pony in uniform walked in, a file folder tucked under one wing. She was a striking figure, with a two-tone auburn mane and bright green eyes. She deposited the file folder on the table in front of Cirrus before turning and coming to stand at Celestia’s side. Cirrus had to snap his head down, his eyes front and center, as it seemed this pony did not have a bad angle from which to view her. The muscles of her legs were particularly um… toned.

Stop it, brain! Just stop—she far outranks you and you are completely useless around the mares besides!

“Thank you, Colonel Mocha.” Celestia turned to address her military advisor, but she still spared an amused glance back at Cirrus.

Did she notice me checking out my superior? I’m so gonna get Klugetown duty for this!

“Your efforts to pull this material together quickly are appreciated.” Celestia’s tone never changed from her warm and enthusiastic demeanor. “Captain, please open your folder and follow along. Your two objectives are as follows. First, I need your skills in surveillance over Manehattan and elsewhere if necessary. You are to pursue the suspect depicted on page one.”

Cirrus’ eyes fell upon an artist’s rendition of a yellow mare, with a charcoal mane highlighted by yellow tips. The area depicting the cutie mark was left blank.

“This pony was last seen in the company of the mare pictured on the second page, a smaller earth pony by the name of Meadow Lark. They are both wanted for further questioning regarding yesterday’s incident at the Manehattan Library.”

“Understood.” Cirrus responded, beginning to leaf ahead in the binder.

“Not… quite.” Cirrus looked up quizzically, finding the solar ruler gazing steadily at him. “There is more to this to be sure. Colonel?” Celestia turned to the mare in uniform, who cleared her throat.

“Yes, Princess…” Colonel Mocha focused her sharp green eyes like a lance. “Agent Cirrus, what you don’t know yet is that Princess Luna has already assigned one of her top agents to this case.” A weight materialized on Cirrus’s mind, but he hoped this conversation wasn’t going where he thought it was.

“Colonel?”

“Princess Luna has assigned her unicorn specialist, Agent Narcisse Pavo to the case.” Colonel Mocha smirked. “I can tell by your expression that you know him well?”

“We aren’t friends if that’s what you’re implying.” Cirrus fought to recompose himself, belatedly realizing that he had been scowling. Then his brain rewound what he had just said. “Um—Ma’am!”

“Indeed.” Cocoa intoned. “We need you to trail him and smooth over any feelings or feathers that might have been infringed. He is not known to handle matters delicately. Can we trust you with this assignment, agent?”

Cirrus tried to hide a frown. Why should he, a Solar Agent, have to clean up after a semi-rogue Lunar Agent? However, both mares were gazing at him expectantly. What could he say?

“You have my word, Colonel… Princess. I will do what I can.”

“Thank you Cirrus.” Celestia smiled. “But of course, the first priority is the two mares. Either bring them in, or provide us with as much intel as you can gather.”

“I’ll depart within the hour.”

“Thank you. You are dismissed.”

* * *

Flim and Flam were in awe. Their mouths were hanging open, almost drooling. Meadow had certainly caught their attention when she flew across their office with her new amulet. Then attention gave way to excited approval when she permitted Flim to try it out. It took several minutes, some false starts, and a few new contusions, but it wasn’t long before Flim was floating several hooves above his chair, laughing while his brother cheered him on

“Good show, brother! Good show!”

Meadow had a rapt audience, both sets of ears perked as she detailed what a large revolution such technology could bring. With each new idea and application, whether it be flight, vision enhancement, or instantaneous communication, Tempest watched as Flim and Flam’s eyes grew, shaking their heads in astonishment.

Flam finally stood up in resolution, tapping his hoof on his desk to gain everypony’s attention. “You two have certainly made a compelling case. If this indeed is what you purport it to be, we are about to be very rich indeed! But there must be a catch.”

“That’s right, oh brother of mine!” Flim leaped to his side. “You two have something that is entirely unheard of, something that will change life as we know it across this fair nation.” He leaned forward and rapped his hoof on the desk to join his brother’s. “If these remarkable amulets work as you say, then why us?”

“Just so!” Flam exclaimed. “What’s to stop you two from making them yourselves? Or better yet, what’s to stop you from selling them to the biggest and most trusted manufacturer known! I dare say these amulets will simply explode in Gryphus or Minos: nations that are just starved for more magic! You would be an overnight sensation, rising rapidly to become some of the richest and most influential ponies anywhere! Why use the Flim Flam brothers at all?”

Flim pushed his brother in the head. “You make too fine a point, brother! What are you thinking, pushing them out our door?”

“It’s a fair question! You were making the same point!”

“But you go too far! They were wanting us? Why in all of Luna’s starry mane would you put other ideas in their head?”

Now the two brothers were nose to nose yelling at each other. Tempest grimaced.

“It’s not about the money!”

With the voice magnification spell she used, Tempest’s voice cut across the argument in one fell swoop, leaving both unicorns looking back at her in shock. After a blinking for a moment, they relaxed from their confrontation, only to turn back toward Tempest in disbelief.

“What do you mean ‘it’s not about the money?’” The consternation caused Film’s voice to briefly go falsetto. “How can you—I mean, this will be the biggest thing since… well, since big things started to become a big thing!”

“Hear, hear!” Flam clopped his hoof down on his desk a few times before getting up to stand on it, striking a dynamic pose. “You have the chance to change the world, dear ponies. You have this breakthrough—these... amulets, technology the likes of which we have never seen!”

Flim joined him on the desk, striking a pose of his own. It was quite the show; for a second Tempest thought she was about to be dropped into an onstage musical, curtains, spotlights, and all.

“That’s right brother of mine!” Flim cried. “Why—amulets will reach into every home, into every life! Ponies will be accomplishing dreams they never dared to strive for. Foals will have blessings earlier generations could not even conceive! Lives will change forever!” Flim was now pointing at the ceiling, his hoof almost scraping the surface before he swung it around and pointed it accusingly at the two mares. “And you have the gall to sit there and claim you don’t care about the money?!”

Meadow dropped from her position floating near the ceiling and landed with a clop. She had taken the amulet back and was using it to simply float about, the novelty not having worn off. “Are you two even hearing yourselves. In one breath you speak about all of the good we can do and then you wind up only focusing on the money!”

The two unicorns looked at each other before dropping their hooves to their sides, still reared up balancing on the hind legs. As one, they responded with a flat look. “And—?”

“And we want none of it.” Tempest asserted. “We want to remain in anonymity. You two can claim whatever you want. Just don’t link the technology back to us.”

Both stallions’ jaws dropped. They slid off the desk and onto the floor. “But why?” Flam sounded like his soul had been wounded. “You two could be the richest ponies in Equestria if you play your cards right. Don’t you even want a cut?”

Tempest opened her mouth to speak but Meadow cut in. “Of course we want a cut. We require finances for our own ends, of course.” Both unicorns seemed to relax slightly, which left Tempest feeling tense, but amused as Meadow continued, “But we only ask you send us 10%.”

Both unicorns opened their mouths, but Meadow cut them off with a wave of her hoof. “You two will send our share to a bank account of mine in Gryphus. You will also send your P&L statements so we can track your progress. We are generous mares as that 90% should convince you. But if you cross us…”

Could two ponies look scared and pleased out of their wits at the same time? Meadow did sound rather scary there, though. Tempest continued from Meadow’s implied threat.

“If you cross us, we have a way of bringing the whole network down. Which would spell utter doom for you two, the “proprietors” of the technology. Any questions?”

Flam raised a hoof. “And… why aren’t you going to a big company? Somepony like Amarezon or General Arcanic?”

Flim punched him in the arm. “Shut up, you ninny! What are you trying to do?”

“Too high profile,” came Meadow’s smooth reply. “Going to that level, we would have to deal with all sorts of oversight, regulation, and testing… No, we want this to come out overnight. It has to come up from the grassroots level.”

“And it will.” Tempest smiled. “Hocked by the very best salesmen nonpareil! The two ponies that could sell boxes of sand to a Saddle Arabian.”

Flim and Flam began to grin like the idiots they were. “True, true!” Flim cried. “What do we do?”

“Show us your ways!” Flam added.

Meadow began to pace back and forth in front of the twins. “We know that you two are motivated by the bits… but you must do it in the way and in the order we dictate. Is that understood?”

Both stallions nodded their heads, their smiles widening.

“We need you to make amulets and sell them: but not just to anyone. We want you to especially target law enforcement and military personnel. And there will only be three types of amulets at the start.”

“We are your ponies—just say the word!” Flim responded, before pointing at the amulet around Meadow’s neck. “What kind of amulets are we going to make? Are we giving ponies the gift of flight?”

Tempest stood up joined Meadow. “As Meadow said, we will do this in phases. Safety of course is our top priority. Flight amulets could prove disastrous in the wrong hooves, so they won’t be part of the first batch.”

Flam began to sputter. “But Miss! Just think of the effect! What faster way could there be to promote it? What better way to have the impact we want—I mean impact you need!”

Tempest motioned with her hooves for silence. “All in due time. The first run will focus on one type of amulet per pony tribe. This will roll out of control if you deviate from that course.”

Both unicorns looked as if they were choking on something very sour, but they both schooled their features and relaxed, if only partially. “G… Go on.” Flim grunted out.

“We will show you how to make amulets of speed for pegasi, amulets of strength for earth ponies, and focus amulets for unicorns so that they might better multi-spell when an occasion calls for it.”

At this, Flim and Flam were standing up again, frowning. “But… that’s not near enough!” Flim blurted. “I mean...those are all so subtle! Those won’t sell like flight!”

“That’s right!” Flam agreed. “The impact of those will be negligible. Think about it! X-ray vision for our doctors! Force armor for our police! Protection from extreme heat for our fireponies!” Flim nodded feverishly in agreement. “You honestly want to limit our amulets to… that?”

“Exactly that.” Tempest insisted. “We want to minimize the uproar. We want to help the guards and the police in ways that are subtle—we don’t want to shake things up that violently.”

Meadow spoke up again. “And we don’t want criminals equipped with overpowered amulets and harming our law enforcement.”

The twins were not convinced. “But there has to be something! We need to offer something that will send their collective imaginations soaring!”

“All in due time.” Tempest repeated patiently. “Are you on board or not?”

Flim and Flam’s eyes were wide, and their chests were pounding. They looked like they wanted to go on, but they hesitated. After exchanging a look between them, they both turned and gave a single nod. “We are your ponies.”

“Good!” Meadow chirped. She walked up between the two of them and wrapped a hoof around each of their necks. “So, who wants to learn how to make amulets?

* * *

Luna’s eyes narrowed as she watched Special Agent Cirrus trot down the ramp again, having carried another bundle of equipment aboard the Daybreak, Celestia’s fastest ship. Her hoof pressed against a file folder emblazoned with the title Manehattan Mission - Agent Cirrus in big block letters. Her other hoof propped up her chin while she leaned out over the railing of the castle’s fifth floor veranda. The irony that she was spying on her sister’s spy was not lost on her.

Luna wasn’t normally up at this hour of the day, but she had several important meetings of an international flavor to attend to—not that going without sleep was much of an inconvenience for her. But now that she had learned of Cirrus’ mission, she was glad that was awake early.

Her normal routine was to receive a briefing on the events of the day in one hoof while an attendant put a steaming cup of java in the other. Luna called it her Briefing and Brew session. But what caught her eye today smacked a little of Solar interference, so she dropped everything and made a beeline straight to the solar branch Royal Guard offices. After a few questions, she had the file in hoof and was up to speed in short order. That led her to the fifth floor veranda to watch the Daybreak depart.

Having completed his tasks, Cirrus trotted back up the Daybreak’s ramp, followed by a flight attendant. Slowly, the incline of the ramp leveled out as it elevated into position. Luna turned and began to pace back towards the double doors her ears swiveling back as she picked up the drive of the ship spooling up. It was time to have some words with Celestia.

Sister… usually your heart is in the right place. Without doubt you lead with the skill and experience of thousands of years. Why then are you still taken with episodes of stupidly myopic administration?

Luna shook her head. She loved her sister, but once in a while they enjoyed some spectacular differences of opinion. Such could be expected, of course, by two wise beings who shared rule, sisters no less. But it was aggravating when Celestia fell into old patterns. Patterns that were frustrating. Patterns that rankled. Patterns that slapped Luna’s pet peeve in the muzzle and made her sit up and take notice. Too often, Celestia tried to rule for the both of them.

Entering the castle’s corridor from the veranda, Luna addressed two attendants waiting just inside the door—both officers of her Night Guard.

“Lieutenants Striker and Wedge.”

Both the pegasus and earth pony saluted. If either were concerned about the gathering storm in Luna’s voice, they gave no indication.

“Striker, you will attend me as I go to Celestia’s office. Not the main one off the throne room, but her private study atop the Solar Wing.” She turned the earth pony, her glittering turquoise eyes pinning him in place. “Wedge?”

“Yes, your majesty?” The earth pony’s voice wavered, but not his legs.

“Inform Celestia that I seek an immediate audience with her. I will be waiting in her study. Dismissed.”

Without another word, Luna spun on her heel and headed to her destination, the pegasus falling into step behind her while the heavier hoof falls of the earth pony left with some haste in the opposite direction. Luna shook her head again. Narcisse would complete his assignments successfully. He would get results quickly, and do so with distinction. She was well aware that he rubbed ponies the wrong way, but that didn’t make him a bad pony, neither did it make him a bad agent. He was decisive and sure. Most agents were susceptible to hesitation and equivocation. Narcisse produced results.

Celestia would do well to not interfere with a decision of the Lunar crown, nor with an Agent of Moonlight.

* * *

The ornate double doors swung open, brushing across the plush patterned carpet with barely a whisper. Their hinges didn’t make any sound at all. Luna filed that little tidbit away for later—one should always have an eye for future pranking opportunities. The rich wood accents and cream colored walls seemed to brighten a tad as Celestia came into view. .

Celestia gave the room a quick scan before her eyes fell upon Luna, seated patiently next to her desk. With a smile, Celestia inclined her head in greeting, but before she could speak she noticed the folder held in Luna’s hoof. Luna remained impassive as she watched her sister chew on that before proceeding forward again, her smile falling just a smidge.

Celestia walked past her sister, circling around behind her desk before taking a seat. “Good afternoon, Lulu. Sleep well?”

Luna said nothing as Celestia’s magic flared, shunting the documents on her desk to the side, before they sorted and stacked themselves in short order. That done, several scattered quills stood up and flew in formation to land neatly in a cup-like holder. It was the alicorn version of fidgeting, and Luna was unimpressed.

“My sleep was unremarkable.” Luna didn’t even try to hide the flat tone in her voice.

Proceeding as if Luna’s reply was expected, Celestia folded her hooves on the desk at met Luna’s eyes. Her face was a picture of innocence.

“I see you have brought Lieutenant Striker with you today. How is his new little bundle of joy? Any early aeronautics?”

“The lid on the crib is secure.” Luna’s tone and apathetic eyes belied her response. “Just a high-speed projectile of love.”

Celestia closed her eyes with a pleased grin. “That sounds darling, Lulu. So to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

The folder smacked on Celestia’s cleared desk.

“Enough frivolities, Tia. I just watched Agent Cirrus, your peeping pegasus, board your fastest ship. That was after reading the details of his assignment.”

Celestia didn’t rise to the bait. Her magic simply lifted the folder and placed it neatly atop the stacked pile of documents. “And?”

“And as usual, you take one too many liberties interfering in my affairs!” Luna replied hotly.

“Your affairs?” Celestia raised an eyebrow, her smile flattening into a line. “These are Equestrian affairs, Lulu.” Celestia rested a hoof on the stack of documents for emphasis. “Unexplained magical attacks on our citizens? Such things will not be tolerated and will not be left unexplained or uninvestigated. I would like our combined forces to look into this report. Such would only be reasonable.”

Luna glanced behind her at the office door still ajar, and flicked her horn to the side, nudging it closed with a click. In an instant, a soundproofing spell was placed on the interior of the study.

“You do not need to dictate the importance of teamwork to me, Tia.” Luna’s voice had dropped to a growl. The temperature of the study plummeted. “I am well aware this is an Equestrian affair, and as you no doubt are aware, I am employed every day in the protection of our subjects. Do not dictate what is reasonable to me.”

Celestia stood up, returning Luna’s tone with diffidence. “Cut the theatrics, Luna. What is it about Cirrus mission that has you sucking the heat out of my study? There’s a layer of ice now forming over my Earl Grey tea.”

“You have assigned your agent to trail my own. Explain.”

“I have sent Cirrus to bring in two mares for questioning.” Celestia’s horn glowed for a few seconds until steam started coming from her teacup again. “He has also been ordered to gather intel on them. What is so bad about his visiting the same ponies Narcisse has seen? Wouldn’t that give us a more complete picture?”

Luna’s gaze turned flat. “Verily? Sister, you might think that you have a clever tongue, but what works to placate the nobles will not deceive me. I read the file, and it only confirmed what I already suspected.” Luna’s magic snatched the folder from Celestia’s desk and rattled it in front of her face. “You no doubt called him for a briefing? Perhaps only a couple of hours ago, in which you made sure he explicitly understood what was implied in the assignment?”

Celestia frowned slightly. “And what if I did?”

“Trust, Tia!” Luna barked, before getting up to pace back and forth. “After all of these years, I still lack your trust! Oh, you say you want to enjoy the fruits of a balanced co-rulership, but even now I see that I am secondary! It is still the same story, no matter how you try to re-frame it!”

Celestia let out a long sigh before rubbing her face with a hoof. “Luna, as usual you are making too much out of a very little thing. This is not about you or your leadership. Narcisse is—”

“He is my agent, Tia! Of the fact that Narcisse is a flawed pony, I am well aware!”

“He is not suited for this task—”

“He is exactly suited for this task!” Luna cut in again, tossing her mane to the side and glaring at her sister. “I selected him for his particular skill set, flaws and all!”

“ Luna—”

“When I received my nighttime briefing, before you were even aware of the situation, I reviewed the case and made a decision. I stand by that choice. While you find distaste in Narcisse’s particular style, I find utility.”

Celestia blinked. She opened her mouth to retort, but was left speechless.

“I sent Narcisse, because I knew he would get the results that I require. To protect Equestria.” Luna swooped out of her chair, her wings twitching before she opened them and took to a hover, filling the room with her presence and her voice. “You would do well to remember that what I do, I do for the good of our little ponies. I do not make decisions rashly!”

With that, Luna’s magic flashed, teleporting to the other side of the double doors. Her guard wasn’t expecting such an entrance, if the surprised yelp were any indication.

Celestia blew out a sigh and started to rub her temple with her hoof.

* * *

The floor hummed beneath her hooves as Twilight crept towards the bridge of the airship. It was the strangest itinerary ever planned. Thus far she had made six long distance teleports, each jump advancing her progress eastward across Equestria, one such jump hitting a distance of one hundred and sixty kilometers. Teleport jumps this wide all at once required a truly massive discharge of magic, thus necessitating some downtime to cool off her horn.

It would be great to simply teleport straight from Ponyville to Fillydelphia into her throne room, but even alicorns had their limits.

Having to recover from each jump wasn’t a problem, though. Not really. Sure, she had to conduct an ongoing invisibility spell, and once she even had to resort to a distraction spell when a crew member got too close, but for the other five jumps she simply made her way carefully onto the bridge so she could get a view of the navigator’s display terminal. Once there, she could figure out the actual position and heading of the nearest airships, sneak into a lavatory, perform a scrying spell, and fwoom! Onto the next stop. She was halfway to her destination by now.

Her plan was foolproof.

Was all of this really necessary? Probably not. She could have teleported across Equestria at ground level without such meticulous planning as to do pinpoint jumps from ship to ship… but where was the fun in that? She was doing this to show it could be done. That was all.

And it would make for a rather fun tale to share with Starlight Glimmer. But that was all!

The door to the bridge opened, allowing a smartly dressed flight attendant, a bat pony mare, to exit pushing a serving tray with her front hooves. Apparently it was lunchtime onboard, and the in-flight meal consisted of apple, walnut, and gorgonzola salad with a sweetened balsamic reduction. Twilight swallowed as her mouth began to water like crazy. In all of her preparation, she had not thought to pack a lunch. Scarcely breathing, she watched the attendant as she sauntered past, her cute derriere swaying back and forth as she reached the doorway to the passenger area.

Scrunching her muzzle, Twilight’s mind raced as she tried to come up with a ruse to make off with a salad. Or maybe two…

Hmm. Perhaps if I create a noise near the door to the bridge she’ll come back this way and—WHY IS THAT MARE PAUSING AND TURNING HER HEAD BACK THIS WAY?

Heart thumping in her chest, Twilight tried to make herself look smaller, even though she was already invisible. The mare hesitated, looking perplexed as she sniffed the air a few times. How sharp were bat pony noses? The mare took a longer sniff, turning part-way around. Twilight dropped her head quickly to take a whiff of her own coat behind her foreleg. Had she been working up a sweat? Wait, was the shampoo she used this morning mango scented?

Crap! Oh crap oh crap oh crap!

Twilight lit her horn and created an air-blocking force wall. Just in case, Twilight readied a sleep spell. The last thing she needed was to be discovered stowing away aboard a commercial airship. Her, the Princess of Friendship, on the eve of Friendship Day!

She would never ever live that down.

Finally the mare gave up, shrugging and continuing on her way into the passenger area of the ship. Twilight let out a sigh of relief before she eased back into the walkway, continuing forward until she arrived at the door to the bridge. Now all she had to do was sneak in, scan the navigation display, and find a quiet spot to scry the ship and depart. Twilight put a listening spell up on the door of the bridge.

“...This is NT Sparrow CZ1C. Confirming magical distortion on board beginning at 2:15 PM. Magical distortion is ongoing but at a much lower level. The series seems to follow the pattern suggested by other ships reporting in. An initial magic burst intrusion followed by low level interference. Copy Condor DZ89A…”

“Condor Copies, Sparrow. Your data agrees with our earlier readings: initial burst occurring at 1:58, followed by low level interference, and then a terminal burst at 2:15 PM, coinciding with your initial. The pattern is a repeat from the four previous airships we have spoken to. Point of origin appears to have been Ponyville. Canterlot has been notified, and specialists from the Foal Mountain Outpost are on an intercept course. Additional ships to your East have been notified and we will continue to track…”

Twilight switched off her listening spell, her eyes widening.

Oh no. No no no no no… Don’t tell me there are instrument upgrades in our Equestrian Fleet that I was unaware of? They’ve been tracking me the WHOLE TIME?

Her mind raced. How does one avoid getting tracked by government specialists? What could specialists do? Would there be unicorns with them with magic tracking spells?

Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap! If ponies are on an intercept course, and they have been tracking my average time at each ship in-between jumps, then I need to get off of this thing in the next three minutes! But to where should I jump?

The door to the bridge flew open, and two more ponies, this time bridge crew members in uniform trotted into the cabin space from the bridge. The two unicorns waved their glowing horns about like dowsing rods.

To make matters worse, Twilight’s horn began to tickle—the kind that heralded a letter from Spike. The timing couldn’t be any worse. With her heart galloping, Twilight shrank back up and scanned outside a window. They were high above the canopy of trees, but she could make out a clearing below. Racing to complete the spell, Twilight activated her magic…

…too little too late.

Spike’s letter materialized in a flash of fire and smoke right in the middle of the cabin. Scrambling to add the letter to her teleport spell, Twilight felt the familiar lurch of connecting two points in spacetime simultaneously. Fortunately, she remembered to teleport 10 meters off the ground so that she could bleed off the velocity imbued into her state of motion while on the airship.

Feeling the snap of wind as she flared her wings to slow down, Twilight finally came to a gentle landing, panting and shaking her head in disbelief. Without delay, she cantered over to the nearest tree cover, all the while snorting and cursing her idiocy.

“I suppose if I ever try to do that again, I’ll also research the latest specs on airship instruments and sensors. I wonder if Celestia has ever tried something as stupid as that.” Twilight wasn’t exactly sure where she was, but she knew the Foal Mountains were only a few miles to the north. A plan would have to wait, though. Spike’s letter was top priority.

Dear Twilight,

I have just received invitations for you and the other Elements of Harmony to gather and report to Canterlot Castle at your earliest convenience. Celestia is trying to cleanse a Manehattan librarian from some kind of curse, but she has been unsuccessful and wants to try the Elements of Harmony. The librarian is being kept under magical suspension until you and your friends arrive. Princess Celestia knows that there may be some schedule conflicts, so her instructions are that when you are done with your visit in Fillydelphia, you could please come back home without delay. As soon as the Elements are gathered, a royal chariot will be sent to expedite the journey.

As for myself. I’m keeping out of trouble. Hope you are enjoying your trip to Fillydelphia. Say hi to Fizzlepop for me, and let her know Starlight is darn sneaky.

Sincerely, Spike

“Sneaky, huh?” Twilight eyed the airship—a dot in the sky now—and suppressed a grin. With a sigh, she stretched her wings out, preparing to take to the sky and get her bearings in order to complete her teleport jumps, this time along the ground. Captain Berrytwist wouldn’t be pleased to hear about this side venture, so she didn’t need to know!

Another tickle; another incoming letter. Folding her wings back closed, she waited until it appeared, this one sealed with Celestia’s insignia and marked by her distincitve and flowing hornuscript.

Please forward to Princess Twilight Sparkle ASAP

Twilight wondered what this letter would be about. She hoped that nothing had changed with regards to the librarian, and that the afflicted pony would be safe and sedate until everypony could gather. Twilight broke the seal and opened the letter.

Dear Twilight,

I hope you are well, and that your speaking tour on our eastern coast is a rousing success. While I know you expected to arrive in Fillydelphia last night with your entourage, I have a sneaking suspicion you are elsewhere.

I am hearing some interesting reports from the Equestrian Aviation Administration, so I wanted to put a question to you: What made you want to go airship hopping across our fair nation, spooking several flight crews and administrative officials along the way?

* * *

“So… when do we make our move?”

Tempest furrowed her eyebrows at Meadow. “Have some patience!” She shook her head before leaning forward, peering over the edge of the roof again. “You wouldn’t make a very good spy, would you?”

Meadow sat back with a huff. “Well… it’s just that there’s nothing to do up here! And I gotta just keep quiet all the time!”

“Shh!”

Meadow rolled her eyes. She scuffed her hoof back and forth, watching as the sun continued to set, shadows stretching across the roof of the Red Manticore Hotel. The air was steadily growing colder, but the nearby exhaust vent kept them toasty.

From their vantage point, they could see a good portion of the Fillydelphia Convention Center, and most of the entrances. The jagged and soaring roof of the Center at least gave them something interesting to look at—a far cry from the boring buzz cuts of the other buildings’ roofs. After a few moments in silence, with nothing to distract her except for the meandering buzz of a few flies in the air, Meadow nudged Tempest’s shoulder with a hoof. “So do you think they’ll comply with our wishes?”

“Who?” Tempest replied, not moving from her vantage point and not even facing Meadow. She decided she might as well lower her voice to a whisper, matching Meadow’s tone, but she continued to watch the entrances for activity.

“The twins! Flim and Flam—they didn’t really sound happy about working under such restrictions…”

Tempest twitched an ear. “Well, they don’t have much of a choice. From what I can tell, those two have no knowledge of magic runes at all. They will make what we let them make.”

“And the emitter?”

Blinking, Tempest turned to regard Meadow, forgetting the Convention Center for a moment. “What about the emitter?”

Meadow gave a knowing smirk. “There’s a unicorn horn mounted in it, isn’t there?”

Tempest’s hooves scrambled for purchase as she spun around, pushing forward and pressing Meadow backwards against the edge of the parapet, a hoof firmly trapping her against the brick of the wall. “What? How? What makes you think that—”

“Hee hee!” Somehow, that laugh that Meadow gave was more disturbing than anything she could have said. Tempest released her, falling back onto her haunches. “Aw, c’mon Temp. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Are you really so surprised?”

Tempest gave a rueful chuckle. “Heh… heh heh. I guess not. I guess not for anypony paying attention.” She pushed at Meadow’s shoulder. “Let’s just not let that little tidbit out.”

“And if the twins open the casing?” Meadow prodded. “What if they want to branch out? What if they accidentally break it?”

Tempest frowned as she got back up to look over the edge again. “We just tell them that if they crack open the emitter, all production stops. All bits stop... All things considered, we should pay them a follow-up visit.”

“Soon…” Meadow agreed. “Especially if they forget your little detail of adding the eye insignia to the backs of each.”

“Mmm.” Tempest continued to frown as she watched the center. Meadow was making a lot of sense. She had also been helpful in noticing a particular flyer about an upcoming event. Celestia’s former faithful student, the Princess of Friendship herself, would be speaking in the Convention Center Tomorrow. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Not to abduct the princess—not yet, anyway. It was too soon for that. But it would allow her to gain first hand knowledge about Twilight Sparkle and the kind of security that surrounded her. If given the opportunity, perhaps she could test Twilight’s defenses, maybe even see them in action.

Either way, getting to Princess Sparkle might turn out to be her best way of either manipulating Princess Celestia, or drawing her out in the open.

Movement.

Eleven uniformed ponies were approaching a back entrance, following an older stallion that seemed to be holding a set of keys. Each pony’s head moved to and fro as if they were searching the area for threats, taking in every detail. There didn’t seem to be any chatter among them.

The mare at their lead, walking next to the older pony with the keys, seemed to command a daunting presence all her own. Tempest couldn’t tell if the mare was wearing a uniform or armor, but underneath it the mare had a deep grape coat and a spiky fuschia mane. Tempest wasn’t sure, but it looked as if the mare had a broken-off horn.

After the group had entered, Tempest stood up, looking over to Meadow. “You think Twilight Sparkle is with them?”

Meadow grinned. “Looked like a security detail to me. C’mon! We won’t know for certain unless we go down for a closer look.”

“Let’s do this. Just… stay on the ground. I don’t want anypony knowing you can fly yet.”

Author's Note

Hope y'all enjoyed the latest chapter. While nothing too tremendous was going on, this chapter was of course setting things up. So... big things later, I guess. Will it be the biggest thing in the history of big things? We'll see.

Big thanks to Seriff Pilcrow and his going through this chapter. He is Daring's whip that snaps at my tendency to verbosity.

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Chapter Eleven: The Fillydelphia Convention Center

Zerrin Slash looked around at the assembled team, his heated griffon blood churning at the thought of his first military exercise with such an elite group. After two weeks of training simulations, this would be his first live assignment and he was anxious to prove his mettle.

Granted, they were only there to perform a routine security sweep before Twilight Sparkle’s big visit tomorrow, but at least it was live. In the entirety of his two weeks as the newest member of Princess Twilight’s security team, he had only seen her up close twice. Commander Fizzlepop, Twilight’s overly protective head of security, was always assigning him to the furthest away assignments. Now that Twilight was featured as the keynote speaker for Friendship Day festivities, and Commander Fizzlepop needed her entire force, Zerrin would be able to stay a lot closer. He just wished at some point they could get some bloody action.

Fizzlepop finished talking about whatever with the building’s two head custodians, a multi-colored changeling, and a strange creature that was probably a kirin, though Zerrin had never met one in person before.

While the two made their way towards the main stairway at the edge of the main hall, Fizzlepop turned to address them.

“Okay, miscreants. Ear up.” Fizzlepop unrolled the roster and held it in front of her with magic. “Zen’zie and Russet have agreed to stay in their office on the ground floor while we perform the sweep. As we reviewed in our meeting at 1500 hours, the Convention Center features two wings branching off of this, the main hall.” She pointed behind them with a hoof. “The North Wing is behind you, and for those who lack even an iota of a sense of direction, behind me is the South. I’m looking at you, Crimson Spark.”

“What? Why me?” The poppy-red unicorn glared around, even as the other team members started snickering. A few muttered quips bubbled up about Crimson’s death-ray head cannon, but not having a clue as to which way to point it.

”All right, pipe down.” Fizzlepop broke in, her tone flat. “If we can cut the chatter we can get to work.” Her eyes traveled over the group, pausing on her defensive specialist. The diminutive unicorn had been patting Zerrin on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. “Zora, you can flirt with our newest griff later.” Zora snatched her hoof away and stared straight ahead, eyes wide.

“Aside from the main staircase here there are stairwells at the end of each wing behind the labeled access doors. Also, there are two additional underground levels. Teams of two will perform their sweeps outward toward the stairwells. Once there, Wade and Stormclaw will monitor the stairs while the remaining ten sweepers will spread through the lower levels, starting at the periphery and working back towards my position here. Once the sweep is complete, we will set up our guard points as previously covered. Any questions?”

A grizzled minotaur raised his well-muscled arm from the back. “If we run into any nerds, do we get offered hazard pay?”

Fizzlepop gave him a blank look before rolling her eyes. “If there are no serious questions, I’ll give you your assignments. First assignment is that Wade Tinkerman there will do pushups on the floor until I’ve finished with my instructions.”

Several team members chuckled as they made way for the minotaur to lower himself to the ground to get started. Wade didn’t even look bothered to do it. The sound of his exertions were the backdrop for Fizzlepop’s droning voice as she continued.

“For North Wing, Zerrin and Blackbeak will be on 3rd floor. Bulwark will be with Nebula on the 2nd, and Stormclaw will pair up with Onyx for the 1st.” The dragon of the group looked down, eyes meeting with the lone changeling. They each nodded their acknowledgement.

“As for the South Wing, Mazumah will team up with Gravnet on the 3rd floor, while Wade will pair up with Zora on the 2nd. Finally, Crimson Spark and Cadrey will take care of this level. If there is nothing else, gear up and deploy. Go.”

* * *

Lieutenant Hillgren Bulwark angled an ear towards the collar of his barding, where his transmitter crackled to life.

“Units in the North Wing, this is Actual. What’s your sitrep, Bravo-Zulu one-one-niner?”

Hillgren’s eyes swept from side to side as he listened to the paired-up griffons give their report. From the corner of his vision, his search cohort, a pegasus named Nebula, burst out of a door. His wings were twitching and his lips were curled in disgust.

“The next closet I find buried in dust is yours!” Nebula hissed, dusting the cobwebs out of his electric blue mane. “You don’t have any wings to preen!”

Rolling his eyes, Bulwark pointed to the next door. “Got it. I’ll take the dusty ones. You can get the rest infested with spiders, doctor.”

“That’s not—”

The gravelly voice of Beta Team’s leader—the lone dragon of their group—broke in over the transmitter, the Alpha leader having finished his report. Stormclaw’s voice usually rumbled in the bass register, but he always sounded near-unintelligible when speaking through their transmitters. Bulwark wasn’t sure, but he believed it was due to the dragon race’s natural magic resistance and the fact that their transmitters were powered by magic crystal arrays.

“North Wing first floor is clear so far, Commander. Anti-teleportation arrays are in place, and we’ve marked four access points—pegusi fire escapes. The floor is seventy-five percent complete. Any update to our orders?”

“Just finish your assignment and place the remaining sensors,” came the reply. Commander Berrytwist was unflappable as always, perhaps more so now that they were on an active mission. “...Oh, and don’t blow anything up.”

Bulwark chortled to himself. He swore he could also hear teams chuckling from elsewhere in the building—whether they were transmitting or not.

“Yes… sir.”

Twilight’s Security Team was only six weeks old, but old Stormclaw had been dealing with explosives for years. As far as Bulwark knew, he had never suffered a setback until last week during a training exercise. Whether the mishap was because Stormclaw had a crush on Fizzlepop or not was up for debate between the team members, but at least Ponyville didn’t mind the unexpected pyrotechnics. The local residents considered it “mild” compared to what they termed “the early years.”

Regardless, Captain Fizzlepop wasn’t willing to let that one go just yet. With a creak, Bulwark pushed another door open, scanning the room before walking inside. This one seemed to be a meeting room with a conference table and a drop screen at the other end.

The transceiver crackled again.” Actual to Bravo-Zulu, acknowledged. November-Hotel two-oh-four? Give your sitrep.”

Reaching up with his right hoof, Lieutenant Bulwark hit send on his transceiver. “Third floor is 80% clear, Commander. All but the final array are in place. There are two Pegusi entrances to either side, but all are secured with a deadbolt and have magical rune protection. Magical sensors have also been placed every twenty meters. Over.”

“Acknowledged, November-Hotel. Actual to Oscar-Sierra six-one-two. Give your sitrep.”

Bulwark continued to listen while Wade’s burly voice spoke up. As he made his way back into the corridor, he caught a glimpse of Nebula as the pegasus pushed his way into a public restroom before his eyes flicked down to the end of the hall. He wasn’t alone. There was a third pony standing by the stairway access door. Her back was turned, and she seemed to be heaving, either mildly convulsing or gasping for breath. The lights at the terminus of the hallway flickered a bit, casting the area in subdued hues of semi-shadow.

“Hey there, Ms. Custodian—um, Russet, right?” Bulwark spoke up, making sure Nebula would be able to hear him now that there was something strange in the neighborhood. He might’ve been tempted to call those other guys if it wasn’t for the fact that the “bogey” was the kirin mare he had seen only half an hour ago.

Nebula poked his head back out of the restroom, one eyebrow raised. “You say something?”

Bulwark flicked his tail, gesturing down the hallway with his muzzle. “We have a security breach and you pick now to use the little filly’s room?”

“It was the next door!” Nebula stomped his hoof. “What, you want me to get a hall pass before I check the next one?”

“Easy there, Nebulizer.” Bulwark chuckled. “Just needling you is all.”

The medical pony rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll give you a needle.”

Ignoring Nebula’s remark, Bulwark returned his focus to the kirin. “Ms. Russet? You and your supervisor were instructed to remain in your office while we conducted our sweeps. May we escort you back downstairs?”

The kirin continued to heave, her bushy mane twitching every so often. Frowning, Bulwark stopped his approach to within five meters. What was it he learned back in his days with the force?

If there's something weird
And it don't look good
Who you gonna call?

When dealing with a custodian mare half one’s size, Bulwark didn’t feel the need to call anypony, really. In a case like this, ‘weird’ was probably just better met with a billy club.

Sliding the baton free, Bulwark flicked his eyes back to Nebula who was bringing his transceiver up. “Okay, Ms. Russet. I need you to turn around slowly… Hooves where I can see them.”

Static sounded from behind him as Nebula murmured something in response to a query from Fizzlepop. Circling to the side, Bulwark kept his eyes trained on the mare, trying to gauge her mental state by getting a view of her face. “Russet Gleam? It’s gonna be okay. Let’s help you back downstairs, alright?”

The kirin just twitched.

“Should I, uh… call for backup, Lieutenant?” Nebula’s voice broke in from behind.

“Don’t trouble yourself.” Bulwark smiled. “I’m at least twice her size and she’s unarmed—”

A flash of bluish white light blinded Bulwark for second before a body impacted him from the side. Widening his stance, Bulwark gasped as the kirin’s body roiled with a scorching heat, setting his fur ablaze. Bulwark was screaming before his mind even registered the pain as his flesh began to char.

“Get her off, dammit! Get her off!” Bulwark hollered. “And backup is necessary!”

Nebula opened his wings and shot forward. “Code 10-10!” he yelled into his transceiver. “This is November-Hotel! Bulwark’s been assaulted!” In two wing beats Nebula had flicked out his knife and closed the distance to strike. Before he could, Bulwark dropped out from under him, rolled, away, and pinned the kirin beneath. Nebula’s eyes widened. He banked hard in the cramped hallway, kicking off of a wall as his transceiver crackled to life again. “Bulwark, what the Tartarus are you—?”

Continuing his roll, Bulwark’s intentions were soon clear as he landed on his back, Russet on top. His rear hooves coiled under the flaming custodian’s bare torso. One kick sent his attacker crashing into a nearby wall. Free of his assailant, Bulwark rolled again to finish smothering the flames.

“Fire extinguisher!” He gasped, standing up as patches of his coat continued to flicker. “We need to contain her, not kill!” Regaining his bearings, Bulwark drew his sword—hopefully its business end wouldn’t be needed. The kirin—nirik, rather—pulled herself to her hooves, shaking her head and snarling. Flames flared all over her coat, the heat rolling off in waves that caused Bulwark’s skin to prickle. The bulletin board behind her spontaneously combusted.

Bulwark’s brain raced through his options. He wasn’t registering pain at the moment, but he knew that blessing was temporary if the smell of charred flesh was any indication. Thank Celestia for small favors like adrenaline. Maybe he could take the nirik out with a knockout blow? It might-

Cold, white foam blindsided him from the right.

“Not me, you idiot!” He coughed and fought through his watery eyes. “Her!” He pointed to the nirik. She stalked closer, framed as she was in flames with the wall now fully ablaze behind her. There was some crimson liquid dripping from one of her fangs. Bulwark’s eyebrows rose. Had she bitten him?

Nebula gave a quick nod. “Sorry sir!”

In another second, the nirik received a heavy dose of flame retardant. Further blasts blasted the wall behind her. Bulwark mashed his transmitter button, even as he sidestepped his attacker, deflecting her attack with an armored hoof.

“Captain! Zora would be really helpful right now to take the tango safely. She’s running amuck, lighting things on fire, that kind of thing.” Bulwark watched as Nebula crossed in front of him, hitting the custodian again with his spray. “Orders?”

“I’ve dispatched Stormclaw and Onyx to your position. Their team is much closer. Besides, if those bursts were indeed fire extinguisher emissions and not radio static or your legendary flatulence, you could probably use his fire resistance.”

Bulwark shook his head. How his commander could make rapid decisions, identify obscure sounds, and insult him all in the same sentence, he had no idea. At least Fizzlepop sounded unperturbed—as usual.

Finding an opening, the blazing nirik leapt forward. Causing Nebula to give ground with a few more short bursts.

“Lieutenant? I don’t think we’re cooling her off any. She won’t take a chill pill!”

Bulwark nodded in agreement, widening his stance a bit. “That about sums it up. Draw her back to me, I’ll have to inflict a little more force.”

A gravelly roar slammed the brakes on his train of thought. The sound reverberated off the walls and pummeled his eardrums. It came from the main atrium—and it sounded nothing like Stormclaw when he got pissed off…

…Were there more attackers?

“Nebula! Do it now! I think we have bigger problems over at actual!”

The brown pegasus nodded and doubled back, slowing to allow the nirik to give pursuit. Bulwark shifted his weight, allowing Nebula to pass before spinning to deliver a buck, blasting the flaming creature into the opposite wall.

* * *

“What is it?”

The thunderous roar sounded again. The source of the noise shambled out of the South Wing, rumbling out onto the main floor. Two barbed tentacles writhed from either side of the central mass, ending in broadened spatulate-like tips covered in barbs and spikes. The body ambled forward, oddly supported by only three tree-like legs, evenly spaced under it’s misshapen body. A third tentacle, tipped with numerous eyes, projected straight off the top of the bizarre creature’s body, gyrating in the air. The aberration’s mouth was easily large enough to swallow a pony whole and was lined with massive teeth, some as long as half a pony’s leg.

And here was this…thing rampaging in a locked down public building. Blinking in disbelief, Fizzlepop shook fuchsia mane. This wasn’t quite how she envisioned tonight going when she planned it as a simple exercise.

The floor shook under Fizzlepop’s hooves. She missed once or twice before finally pressing down her transmitter link. “All available units! Proceed back to the atrium and get a visual on the hostile. Tell me what I’m bloody seeing isn’t a fever dream!”

Gravnet Swoopes, her second in command, flew back from the first floor of the South Wing, Mazuma Gaines in hot pursuit if the cadence of the unicorn’s hooves was any indication. Gravnet climbed rapidly, surveying the beast as she flew. The two griffons on the third floor of the opposite side dove into the atrium from above, their wings fully spread. Blackbeak mimicked Swoopes’ strategy, but Zerrin dove straight down, grinning as he drew an enchanted blade from the scabbard on his back.

Fizzlepop’s transmitter came alive again as her mechanics expert spoke up.

“Actual, this is Whiskey-Zulu on 2nd floor South side,” the minotaur’s harsh voice pierced through. “Zora is down. I repeat, Zora is down and she’s hurt badly. I am trying to stop the bleeding, but she’s going to need Nebula pretty quick.”

Fizzlepop swore under her breath. “Nebula, give me your sitrep when able. Wade? Do what you can until Nebula arrives.” Fizzlepop studied the monster as it lumbered forward, pursing her lips before pressed her link again. “I need more eyes on the creature. Does anyone have any intel on this thing?”

The radio remained silent as Zerrin continued to engage the creature. He laughed as he dodged and slashed, every swipe giving a slice or a nick on the nearest tentacle. And yet, his feathers and barding remained pristine. It seemed less like combat and more like dance…maybe the two were indistinguishable at this point.

“Zerrin—you want any backup?” Fizzlepop didn’t bother to radio that one since his proximity easily allowed him to hear her. She allowed her voice to sound a little bored. Zerrin was the FNG, yes—and a Griffon to boot—but not even those could account for his more…fiery aspects.

“Hah. Why would I need backup against a mindless brute like this? I’ve hunted far worse back in Gryphus! UGH!”

Pristine no longer.

Zerrin recoiled as the creature stuck it’s other tentacle deep within its own throat before flinging a dripping and slimy something at its attacker. Gravnet Swoopes came down to engage the creature from the other side. In response to this new threat, the central tentacle flexed near the tip, strangely angling the eyes to allow it to look in opposite directions at the same time.

“Commander, it’s an otyugh,” Wade’s voice butted in. “Zora is unconscious, but before she slipped under she told me that she had seen one of these things before while working as a contractor up in Minos. Some of the southern cities up there employ creatures like this in their sewers to deal with the waste. That being said, don’t kill—”

“Is that why it smells so bad?” Zerrin screeched, cutting across the transmission as he wiped the slime from his fur with a claw. “Gods above, it’s like a skunk took a bath in a latrine, and then puked out his—”

“Not helping, Zerrin!” Fizzlepop snapped. “Go ahead, Wade.” Zerrin did a half-turn and pointed the middle digit of his right foreclaw straight up in the air, his beak twisted in a sneer. Fizzlepop raised an eyebrow at the gesture, whatever it meant, with an annoyed glare before her eyes widened and a crack appeared in her unflappable facade.

Zerrin drifted too close. She opened her mouth to shout a warning, but it was too late. The otyugh’s tentacle had flashed forward, entwining itself around the griffon’s hind leg. Zerrin gave a rather unmasculine squawk as he was yanked towards the beast, a few feathers left floating in his wake.

Wincing, Fizzlepop watched as Zerrin was pulled towards the beast’s maw, a gaping opening lined with rows of irregularly shaped teeth, waiting to engulf its prisoner. She pulled a throwing blade from her barding, but she didn’t want to accidentally hit the new meat. Zerrin drew a dagger from his forearm sheath, plunging it directly into the tentacle repeatedly as he started to thrash. “Slice the darn thing off!” Zerrin howled. “Get it the hell off me! And what is that smell?!”

Swoopes reacted quickly, her blade held out to make a long slash against the monstrous appendage. Wade’s voice came over the transmitter again as Fizzlepop angled her ears to listen.

“Don’t kill it!” Wade repeated. “The creature is the head custodian! The changeling!”

Motioning for Swoopes to break off, Fizzlepop started to charge a spell instead. Swoopes had apparently already heard the message, and was altering her vector to go for the beast’s eye stalk, her wings flaring out in a wash of blue-gray, and white. Out of the corner of her eye, Fizzlepop saw more team members arriving onto the showroom floor: her earth pony weapons expert, Cadrey Striker, and her unicorn offensive specialist, Crimson Spark. Things were going to turn real deadly, really fast if she didn’t stun the beast.

Wade continued. “We saw her standing there, just breathing heavily before she transformed and attacked! No warning, nothing to indicate intent... Got Zora pretty good, but I was able to deter it with an electric discharge!”

With another foul roar, the beast had closed in. Fizzlepop had been slowly giving ground as she coordinated the information, but now, she was backed into a wall. It was time to either contain the threat or neutralize it. “Acknowledged. All teams, go for energy weapons. Shoot to stun. Don’t kill the changeling unless you have no other choice!” Fizzlepop focused her spell. It was time to see if the recent modifications Twilight had made to the prosthetic built into her armor were worth their salt.

* * *

One hour earlier...

“Door.”

“Barrier.”

Tempest continued to name each rune as she pointed them out to Meadow, the rune-sequence obviously tied to a lock-and-alarm mechanism. After casing each of the Fillydelphia Convention Center’s entrances, they came across an access ramp dropping down to an underground tunnel for utility vehicles. The security door was protected by a series of magic runes.

“After those, the next rune says requirement, and then this one says rune-key. Do you follow?”

Meadow stroked her chin thoughtfully. “You do know that I completed my graduate studies in ornithology? And that I don’t have a horn?”

Tempest rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to be a unicorn to write runes: just a steady hoof. Anyway, the runes above most likely set the conditions for the system, while the runes below probably set the conditions for the trigger, for either deactivating the lock or sending an alarm signal.” Tempest then pointed below a featureless panel where two series of runes were scrawled beneath. “Then this one here says True=open.” Her hoof scraped downwards before gently tapping on the rune beneath. “And that one says False=send.”

Meadow studied the heavy metallic door for a moment, before looking back up the ramp they came down, vehicles and carriages speeding past in the darkening twilight. The wind had picked up and it was starting to rain. After descending the ramp, they had found the door recessed about five meters in, a small overhang giving some protection against the elements. “So how do we open it? Is there a keyhole somewhere?”

Tempest frowned for a minute, wordlessly stroking her chin in confusion. Finally, she pointed to a square, featureless panel, about eight centimeters square, positioned exactly above the runes responsible for the trigger. “My guess is that’s it.”

“What, that blank metal panel?”

Tempest nodded.

Meadow’s brows furrowed. “Shouldn’t there be a keyhole or something? How does one use a panel like that?”

Smiling, Tempest cocked her head. “Not a common door design, eh?”

Meadow shrugged. “Nope. I might have seen one in a bank. Once...?”

“So it’s a keyed entry without needing a keyhole. There is probably a hidden rune behind that panel, and the key is likely a featureless block hiding a rune with the exact match. Put anything else up against it, and the ponies with uniforms show up.”

“You sure?”

“What do you think? It’s my first break-in since a thousand years ago. And I’ve never seen runes used this way. But it seems to make the most sense.”

“But—” Meadow began hesitantly, “—why couldn’t a pony simply go inside the main entrance, find their way down there, and just copy the rune? Or better yet, why couldn’t a pony just scry it?”

Shaking her head, Tempest continued. “I bet the rune isn’t visible from either side of the door. It’s probably sealed within the surface. As for the key, it’s probably featureless as well. Really quite an ingenious system.”

Meadow grinned. “And you’re the genius that knows runes. Can you get past it?”

“I don’t really see how…” Tempest mused. “As I said, it’s a rather ingenious system. I mean, I could try blasting it, but we’re trying to be stealthy here.” Tempest frowned at the door, shaking her head. “This is probably a dead end.”

“You could always… ask Maelstrom.” Meadow ventured.

Tempest snapped her head to the side. “Have you been bucked in the brain? There’s no way I’m asking him for help! You were there… you heard what he said—felt what he did to me!”

Meadow looked away, sheepish. “Was just a question,” she muttered. “Though you’re probably right. He’s creepier than a cockatrice doing the Haka…”

Tempest could only stare at her blankly.

“Wait!” Meadow’s eyes widened. “What if you change the code with your mana-laser thing?”

“With my emitter? I don’t know, Meadow, the sequence is pretty air-tight. It’s not like I can just insert a rune, or alter one without…” Tempest squinted in thought before she drew her head back as if shocked.

“Oh, I’m an idiot!” She grinned. “And so are they!”

Meadow bounced on the tips of her hooves. “What? Who?”

“I can’t add a rune or alter the meaning, but I can reverse the polarity!” Tempest pulled her saddlebags off, setting them down before rummaging around in one. After a moment, she had pulled out her emitter and a two pairs of darkened goggles.

“Polarity? What do you mean?”

Hoofing a set of goggles to the mare, Tempest reared up, placing her hooves on either side of the lowest runes. Grinning, she slipped her goggles on, light flashing off of the reflective surfaces. “The rune-smith that scrawled failed to take one simple thing into consideration. And we are damned lucky.” She started to bring up her emitter before she hesitated suddenly. “Wait. This is going to draw too much attention.” Tempest’s horn lit up for a few seconds before a hazy field began to form, blanketing the access to the outside. “Illusory magic doesn’t get enough credit. Now, slip on those goggles if you want to watch.”

After Meadow wrestled with the goggles, Tempest began the process of focusing her magic at one end of the emitter. She kept feeding her bright-green mana into the surface until the entire cylinder began to glow. Finally, a beam of blinding white light emerged from the other side as Tempest carefully drew a single line, making a diagonal slash across the two separate runes that symbolized an equals sign. With two simple marks the conditions now read:

True≠open
False≠send

With dawning comprehension, Meadow clopped her hooves together in glee. “That’s brilliant! Now we won’t have to worry about tripping the alarm—no matter what we guess!”

Meadow and Tempest both removed their goggles, grinning at each other for a few more seconds before Tempest suddenly smacked her forehead with a hoof, growling in frustration.

Meadow frowned. “What?”

“Take a guess. Will either option open the door?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Tempest glared at the door for a few more seconds before turning around and opening her saddlebags again. “Well, there’s more than one way to fleece a sheep.”

Meadow looked perplexed while Tempest nosed around, her face half-buried in the bag. “But why would you want to hoodwink a sheep?”

“...what?” Tempest stopped rummaging long enough to shoot Meadow a questioning glance. Receiving no further clarification, she rolled her eyes and returned to her search.

“Ah!” She pulled out a small vial. “Here we are.” She waggled the small stoppered bottle with her magic. “Concentrated arcanic acid. Quite a nice tool not normally found in your home chemistry set.”

“So, you’re going to blow it up? What happened to stealth?”

“Acid doesn’t make metal blow up… unless this door is made of an alkali metal.” Tempest muttered. “I’m going to eat away the metal so I can actually see the rune.”

She carefully unstopped the bottle before smearing the paste over the panel. “The door’s not made of Celestium, but it’ll do. Iron is reactive enough for this. Hopefully I am right, and there is actually a rune hidden there.”

Meadow watched as Tempest continued to spread the cream-colored substance. Nothing happened was happening. “Um, Ms. Sabre?” She raised her hoof. “Do we have to know this for the test?”

Rolling her eyes again, Tempest smirked. “Just watch…” Her horn glimmered for a moment, the mana trailing off the tip before seeping into the substance smeared on the panel. Tempest covered her nose and backed away as the material started to bubble and change color.

“Dance, little protons.” Tempest whispered behind her hoof. “Dance!”

The skin of the metal panel continued to react, and after a few moments some open spaces eroded away, leaving islands of metal elsewhere. Eventually, a defined shape began to become apparent.

“A circle?” Meadow was incredulous. “The stupid rune was a circle? But what does that mean?”

“It doesn’t mean anything.” Tempest gazed back up the ramp. “We just need a matching circle. Be right back.” There was a flash and a clap, the report of air snapping closed to fill the void left by her body. Meadow stood there, blinking for a moment before Tempest reappeared in the same location.

“What did you—”

Tempest held up her prize in a greenish magical field. “Tin can!” she grinned.

* * *

The door shut with a muffled thump, the sound reverberating through the access tunnel. Tempest was taken aback by its scope—sturdy concrete walls supporting a utilitarian ceiling at least twenty meters above. A gentle buzz emitted from the artificial lighting fixtures hanging from the ceiling supports, their cold light casting harsh shadows at intervals behind containers, dumpsters and a smattering of wood-framed sets Tempest could only guess the purpose of—perhaps frames to display signs and presentations up on showroom floor?

Meadow licked her lips. “Well. This is cheery.”

“Shh!” Tempest motioned for Meadow to creep along the left wall with her. Cover was sparse, and she didn’t know if the building even had staff on duty right now, or if the security team they had watched enter the building were anywhere nearby. Tempest waited until Meadow had sidled up next to her, their backs both pressed against the wall as they peered down the tunnel for any signs of movement. “I’ll make us invisible if I have to, but I don’t want to play that card unless absolutely necessary. Especially if the team has magic sensing abilities. You said the custodial offices would be in the lower levels?”

“I said it was likely.” Meadow corrected. “I have no idea if they are. I’ve never been to Fillydelphia.”

Tempest frowned back at her, until her eyes focused on the far wall about twenty meters further in. She pointed with a hoof. “There!”

Set in the concrete wall was a window with some lettering across the base, barely readable at this distance but unmistakable in meaning.

Custodian Offices

The office light was on.

Meadow smirked. “Told ya! Let’s go fill out a job application.”

Tempest cocked an eyebrow. “While the building is closed and currently being swept by a security team before tomorrow’s event?”

They crept up to the offices, peering through the window before finally checking the office door. The office area was sparsely furnished: just a desk, some humble chairs along the wall of the entry, and an aged swiveling chair that more resembled a torture device than a place to sit. Faded motivational posters decorated the wall behind the desk, and several clipped comics were attached with tape, yellowing with age. Documents and requisition orders were stacked haphazardly on the desk, and further examination revealed the owner of said desk had decidedly reckless and chaotic organizational abilities. A name plate was visible, partially buried under a nearby stack.

Assistant Supervisor Russet Gleam.

“Pony cleans the building but she can’t find the bottom of her desk.” Meadow murmured under her breath. She hovered into the air and dropped in behind the desk, her amulet glowing for a moment. “That never gets old.”

“Meadow, what are you doing?”

“Looking for job applications, duh. We need an alibi, right?”

“Oh for the love of—” Tempest walked further into the office where a short corridor led to a large supply closet and a second office. Along the side of the corridor was a coat rack with several additional custodian’s vests. With a flick of her horn, her magic enveloped a smaller one and launched it at Meadow. “Put this on. You’re hired.”

The office door swung open.Two ponies walked in mid-conversation. An abrupt silence filled the air. Both pairs of ponies blinked at each other, each waiting for the other to say something. Meadow’s hoof was still stretched out, about to take the uniform still hovering in Tempest’s green magic.

After getting over her initial shock, Tempest cocked her head, perplexed by what race these ponies could be. The first to walk in was vaguely pony shaped, but was covered in a chitinous carapace instead of a fur coat. Atop its head were a pair of notched horns, and its colors were rather vibrant. To top it all off, the creature had a pair of fangs, its mouth hanging open in a surprised ‘Oh.’ The closest thing that Tempest could compare it to was a changeling, but she had only seen those in books.

The second pony resembled a unicorn in some ways, but the mane was all wrong, and the horn was bifurcated at the end. Further, bizarre reptilian scales ran along the bridge of her nose and down her spine. In all of Tempest’s travels, this was something new.

The colorful one challenged them sharply. “What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in here, the building’s supposed to be closed!”

“Hi!” Meadow chirped. She turned around, holding the custodial vest to her chest. “We really, really wanted to show you how interested we were in getting hired as custodians... so we came in here!”

“How did you come in here?”

Tempest put a hoof to her face. Activating her horn, she pulled the two ponies inside with her magic, shutting the door behind them. With two more flashes of light, she tilted the blinds closed and activated a silencing spell, sound-proofing the room.

Both ponies struggled, trying in vain to free themselves. Tempest felt each of them push back against her magic, but their power was leagues away from her own. The changeling finally crossed her arms, glaring at Tempest in a huff.

“You may call me Zen’zie. What may I call you?”

“Just relax, Miss. We don’t want to hurt anypony.”

“Of course.” The changeling continued glaring. “You know, if you set us down and just leave quietly, that’s really your best option.”

“Shut up.”

“Just… just go away, and never come back. Deal?”

The kirin’s chimed in with a little more flare. “Yeah! You two chuckleheads give us any problems and you’ll be in for a very bad day!” She directed a cloven hoof toward the door, her mane starting to shimmer with heat. “Of all days to break in here, you do it when Princess Twilight’s Vanguard is doing a security sweep? You two are screwed!”

Tempest’s mind raced as she tried to think of what her next step should be. Studying the guards responsible for guarding Princess Sparkle seemed like a good idea at the time, but in hindsight, maybe it would have been better to fabricate a ruckus that she could watch at a safe distance. Or scry them all, for that matter.

Tiring of the lion-pony’s increasingly annoying taunts, Tempest formulated another spell and added it to her already active spell matrix, creating a secondary sound-proof bubble around the rainbow changeling and her vulgar companion. She turned to Meadow.

“Well, now what?”

Meadow looked back at her, pensive as she watched the two custodians, one hanging there glaring while the other continued to yell. “I dunno, Temp. We weren’t supposed to be seen by anypony. I really didn’t want to see others get mixed up in this…”

An airborne stapler whizzed by Tempest’s head, narrowly missing her horn. She flinched, but quickly recovered her spell focus and shot a glare back at the changeling who was now baring her fangs. Increasing her magic, Tempest added a weak anti-magic barrier to her sound bubble.

“We have to find a way to proceed. We’ll… just observe Princess Twilight’s guards from a safe distance, check on those idiotic unicorn twins, and then we’ll lay low for awhile. But I agree—I don’t want anyone hurt. I just can’t abandon our overall mission just because of a hiccup or two.”

Meadow looked down for a moment, appearing stricken. “Speaking of hiccups…”

“Yes?”

“I… told the Manehattan Police a few things about you…”

Tempest couldn’t keep the flat tone out of her voice. “You what?”

“I told them a few things…” Meadow started rubbing a hoof against her foreleg. “Before I found out more about how legitimate this all was… Before I learned about Maelstrom.” She walked away from the floating custodians, glancing back at them over her shoulder. “Are those two okay?”

“They’re fine.”

“And they can’t hear us now?”

Tempest gave her a nod. “That’s right. The spell is soundproofed both ways. And now they can’t launch staplers at us.”

“Okay. Well, I told them about your teleportation ability, and your overall magical prowess. I told them I met you on the deck of the Windsong heading back from Gryphus…” Meadow’s tone began to turn sullen. “And I defended you from their suspicions that you were behind the librarian incident.”

Tempest grimaced. “I’m grateful, Meadow. But…”

Meadow continued to stare at her, holding her breath before releasing it. “It was you, wasn’t it?”.

“Indeed. That was I.”

“I thought that maybe…” Meadow’s voice hardened a bit. “What happened?”

Tempest sighed. She had held this back because she had become reliant on Meadow’s company. Traveling in solitude for so long, facing hardship after hardship as she had—from one side of the globe to the other—and then to be carrying such a heavy burden? Meadow, while irritating at times, had greatly reduced the burden. And Tempest didn’t want her to leave.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen. I used a particular spell from the Eye, Meadow. The intent of the spell was to cover up recent memory—about fifteen minutes worth. Following that, a pony would recover normally, only having felt like they had been daydreaming, or had dozed off for a minute. They just wouldn’t have a recollection of those fifteen minutes.

“But something else happened?”

Tempest nodded her reply. “Yes. I don’t know what. Back when I was in the eastern wilds, outside the far border of Gryphus, I had used that particular spell to get out of a couple of scrapes. In neither instance did the recipient react that way. Moonlight Sigil’s case was… well, I still don’t know what happened.”

Meadow rubbed at her chin in thought, staring at the green tinted magic field surrounding the two custodians. Now both had stopped their activities and were only glaring back. “Well, maybe for our guests, the kirin and the changeling, we need to do a little “moonlighting.”

Tempest’s mouth fell open. “You can’t be serious. Didn’t you just say you didn’t want other ponies mixed up in this? What if it happens again?”

“Well, let’s consider our options, shall we?” Meadow held up a hoof as if she was going to start counting off on fingers like a minotaur would. “First option: we tie them up and leave them here. Risks? Either they escape, are discovered, or we get detained and then nopony finds them and they starve to death!” She held up her other hoof. “Second option: we let them go and they run straight to Twilight’s Vanguard. Sucks to be us.” She then grabbed a rear hoof and held it up. “Third option: we leave and get as far away from here as we can, hoping those guards don’t catch up.” Finally she lifted her other back hoof, wiggling it in front of her as she hovered in the air with a small smile. “Last option: we try your spell. If it goes wrong again, at least we’ll be able to watch the security team during a distraction. Maybe this time you can catch what is going wrong with your magic. Either way, I doubt the effect is permanent—Ms. Sigil is probably safe at home right now, wondering what all the commotion was about. How long does it take before they would awaken?”

“Fifteen minutes.” Tempest glared at Meadow’s wiggling hoof. “And what if the effect is permanent? What if all I did was turn a librarian into a monster?”

“Psh!” Meadow sliced a hoof through the air before deactivating her amulet, clopping back down on all fours. “Like that would happen. Even if doctors don’t help, which they probably can, I’m willing to bet that Twilight and her friends could straighten her out with the Elements of Harmony… or the power of their friendship… or whatever it is they are wielding right now. Anyway!” Meadow shook her head. “What choice do we really have right now?”

Tempest pursed her lips. There was something a little off, here. One moment Meadow was horrified about affecting other ponies, and now she was urging her to release a spell that seemed to have unpredictable side effects, effects that could apparently change a pony into something violent and disturbing in the extreme.

What had changed? A few days ago, Meadow would have never dreamed of suggesting something like that, even if she was put in mortal danger. She had been so adamant on her principles back in the hotel room.

The hotel room. That was where things began to change. Sure, she got the rest of the story and began to seen things as Tempest knew they were, but what if it was something else. Could Maelstrom reach into another pony’s mind by exposing them to the memory? Tempest suddenly felt ice run down her back. She studied Meadow and stared, trying for all she was worth to see into her soul. What was going on behind those bright, golden irises? She supposed it was still possible Meadow was acting based on new information, but Tempest wasn’t going to take anything for granted. Not at this point.

Tempest broke her eye contact, concentrating on her two choices as they stood. Best case scenario? The two custodians would take a fifteen minute nap on the clock. Worse case scenario? Two crazed attackers would be loosed, this time a bizarrely colored changeling and what Meadow had called a kirin.

Tempest heaved a sigh. “I guess you’re right. Not like we have much choice right now.” She felt the sudden weight of a foreleg across her withers.

“C’mon Temp. It’ll be okay. You knew other ponies could possibly get involved, right?” Meadow leaned a little further forward, whispering as she lowered her head into Tempest’s line of sight. She must have been floating again. “But if you’re committed to releasing your mom, is there any other way?”

Tempest’s chest clenched for a second. She felt a different sort of weight than that of Meadow’s foreleg. If felt like a moist lump of clay settling inside her heart. Meadow was becoming a good friend, and Tempest wanted to believe that the mare was just trying to help. The alternative was too much to consider at the moment, but she vowed to study the matter closely. Just not right now. Tempest finally looked up, her gaze hardening. “No.”

She walked up to the barrier, lowering the two ponies as she approached. The eye around her neck began to glow in a violet light. “My friends. Allow me to beg your forgiveness for breaking in like this. We will be taking our leave. I know you two are feeling angry, and maybe a little bit afraid?” The violet glow had now reached Tempest’s eyes, its tendrils now reaching out toward the two

“I know what it’s like to not be accepted, Zen’zie. For others to be constantly suspicious of you?” The changeling had gone rigid, knees locked and eyes wide, a light violet miasma beginning to seep into her eyes. Tempest then turned to the kirin. “I’m sorry your clan exiled you, Russet. That you’re so far from the wild that you love. Let’s recall happier times…”

* * *

“Blackbeak!” Fizzlepop yelled into her transmitter. “I need a distraction!”

The griffon was already circling above, taking increasingly riskier maneuvers as he tried to find a way to free Zerrin. He pulled up to reply, hitting his transmitter and breathing heavily. “I got it. One bona fide distraction, coming up!” Closing his wings, he plummeted like a stone, dropping down behind the beast before flaring out his wings to land. Once down, he unslung his net launcher and took aim before firing it into the back of the creature’s central tentacle where all the eyes were.

Fizzlepop grinned. “You’re promoted!”

Fizzlepop released a shot of energy, guessing that she should only use enough to stun something changeling size, and not this monstrosity. She could always use more later. Zerrin had been desperately kicking off against the creature’s mouth, trying not to take damage. Fortunately he only had to deal with his own tentacle, now that the other was trying to pry the netting off of the eye stalk while dealing with Swoopes and Blackbeak. Zerrin would most likely not get involved in the energy blast.

Probably.

* * *.

Rafters were not a normal place for a pony to be.

Thank goodness she wasn’t actually on a rafter—only on a catwalk nestled next to one. Tempest’s invisibility spell ended up being their best choice, and besides, this time she hadn’t left a mana-trail for some intrepid detective to follow. Meadow was floating somewhere nearby, if her disembodied giggling was any indication.

The security team seemed to have its share of hotheads, but they also seemed extremely well organized. The talents and abilities on display were quite diverse. The species on display were also surprisingly diverse. If it came down to a head to head clash against them, Tempest was pretty sure her skill set wouldn’t be near enough. And while it was nice to fantasize about not needing to depend on the Eye to multiply her power, it was clear to her that doing so might be unavoidable.

“I know who the commander is.”

Meadow’s unexpected voice in her ear caused Tempest to startle. Her hip bumped the railing of the catwalk, making the frame vibrate for a moment. “Geeze, Meadow!’ Tempest hissed. “Get my attention before you sneak up and whisper in my ear! And why should it matter who the commander is?”

“It matters because that pony there is Fizzlepop Berrytwist. Fizzlepop was actually known formerly as Tempest Shadow, believe it or not. She was the twisted and brutal commander for the Storm King’s armies and almost single-hoofedly took down three of Equestria’s four princesses.”

Tempest’s ears perked to attention. Two griffons just emerged from an upper floor wing, and the monster was shambling across the showroom towards the leader’s position. That pony took down three princesses? Not possible.

“You’re joking. Are you serious?” Tempest looked at the grotesque beast in morbid fascination. How had the changeling turned into that?

“It’s all in Princess Twilight’s latest biography!” Meadow whispered. “Quoted in her own words, right there in the book.” Tempest felt her head turned by an invisible hoof back towards the grape colored mare with the fuchsia mane, barking out orders as she monitored the monster’s approach. “That pony down there used a device that turned Celestia into a statue made of obsidian. Did the same to Princess Luna and Cadence. Crazy, right?

“You’re going to tell me more about this—just not right now!”

Why, of all times, was Meadow bringing up this up now? She wondered if maybe there were other magical Macguffins just laying around Equestria, items of great power that could possibly help her in her quest? Items that would perhaps make her less dependent on Maelstrom?

Tempest’s mind churned as she watched the commotion below. A courageous griffon took on the beast with a sword, and seemed to be doing quite well for himself until he became distracted… or cocky. Now he was being dragged in and the other combatants were reacting. A smaller griffon suddenly dropped in behind the brute, firing a net launcher gun that seemed similar to what the police had chased her with the other day. The commander’s horn and prosthetic covering was beginning to grow brighter.

More ponies were running towards the fray when Fizzlepop fired off her spell. It was an energetic cascade of fiery blue light that lanced ahead, crackling up the monster’s legs and sending it into convulsions. The thing flailed about, whipping the griffon in its tentacles back and forth before going insensate and dropping to the ground. As the thing crashed to the floor, the griffon was released from its grasp, also insensate. With a flash of green flames, the monster’s form reverted back into the colorful changeling from before, steam rising up from it’s charred carapace.

“Contain it!” Fizzlepop barked. “Slip an anti-maj on it’s—her horn! Before she comes to!”

Mazuma was already acting, bringing the ring over with her magic and quickly placing it on the downed changeling’s angular horn. A blue earth pony and a light-red unicorn arrived on the scene, attending Fizzlepop as she turned to give them orders.

“Crimson Spark, teleport—wait, the anti-teleport arrays are up now—gallop up to the 2nd floor, South Wing. Lend what support you can to Bulwark, and then get Nebula over to the 3rd floor of the North wing. Zora is down and she might have lost a lot of blood. Move!”

The unicorn turned on his hoof and ran, leaving Fizzlepop to now address the earth pony. Cadrey, you cover our perimeter. Oh, and take our our one-griffon strike force when he comes to. Be sure to remind him of our operational procedures while you’re at it.” Cadrey went over and began to look over the downed griffon.

“Swoopes?” The Pegasus stepped up and saluted. “Scout the perimeter and provide air cover. Mazuma Gaines, you see to the health of Zen’zie as needed until Nebula is available. Go.”

Tempest admired the quick thinking and assertive nature of the team’s commander, but she also was starting to come to grips with the consequences of what just happened. She tried to swallow back the guilt that she was responsible for two ponies getting injured,a kirin and a changeling. She was well aware of the risk, but that didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

It was also time to go. She didn’t have time to sit in self-pity, and she had seen what she came for.

“Meadow?”

“Way ahead of you, Temp.” Meadow’s voice was between her and the ladder at the end of the catwalk. “Would be nice if we could just teleport out, right?”

Tempest nodded, becoming increasingly aware of every little sound her hooves were making as she made her way back to the ladder access. Meadow was right. Not being able to teleport was a big problem. “Meadow?” Tempest whispered. “Float ahead and find us a fire escape. I don’t like levitating myself around since it makes me sick to my stomach, but it’s our only way out.”

Fizzlepop’s voice came up from below. “Blackbeak? Scout upstairs and check the catwalks and accessory corridors. Something keeps rattling up there, and I want to make sure it isn’t something other than rats. Once we’re clear we’ll start the magical scans.” The buzz of Fizzlepop’s transmitter crackled to life again. “Whisky-Zulu come in, this is Actual.”

“Go ahead, Actual.”

“Wade, once Nebula is there, I need you to go contact the local authorities about holding a crazed changeling captive.”

“Acknowledged.”

“November-Hotel two-oh-four...?”

“...Go ahead, Actual.”

It was at this point that Tempest realized it would have been a wonderful idea to make a second flight amulet. And a communications amulet. And a sound bubble amulet. She racked her brains on how she could do something like this… without collateral damage. She tamped down the feelings of despair as she looked over the injured changeling’s body.

No time for that right now. We have to get out of this, first.

Author's Note

Tillie did this art mostly just today. She's awesome. More than that, all my kids are awesome.
Since I pushed a few scenes ahead, chapter 12 is already partially written, so there is that. Hope y'all enjoyed. I had fun trying my hand at some action scenes. Mild, I know, but there will be more. :rainbowdetermined2:

Chapter Twelve: Tangle

Ponyville, 4:44 PM

“Twilight snores.”

The earth pony guard stationed to the right of the throne room doors nodded his head in recognition of the password before switching his polearm to the other hoof and pushing the throne room doors open. Spike still wasn’t sure about Captain Berrytwist’s system, especially since the password changed at unpredictable intervals, but the Security Commander did have a point: not every guard was a unicorn that could detect magical disguises or changeling spies.

Allowing Starlight to go first, Spike brought up the rear before turning and closing the massive doors behind him, a resounding boom rattling the scales on his back. Starlight gave her mane a toss, then eyed him expectantly.

“So, Twilight is halfway across the continent and you wanted to meet with me in the throne room alone?” She smiled and licked her lips . “I never knew you felt that way… such an assertive dragon!”

Spike rolled his eyes and huffed, knowing he was likely diving right into Starlight’s bait. “Yeah, right.” He pointed past her at two large tables on the far side of the room. “We’re here for that.”

Spike made his way over to Twilight’s ‘organized chaos’ and brushed his hand along the way across the surface of The Map. The difference between its pristine, crystalline surface and the piles of books, instruments, lab samples, and protective eyewear on the tables past it struck an odd dichotomy.

Starlight’s voice piped up from behind him.“What, the latest research-binge du jour?” Starlight clicked her tongue. “This is just what happens when Twi doesn’t fill her schedule up enough.”

Spike turned around, snapping one of the protective goggles onto his scaly head. “Not this time. This might not simply be another one of Twilight’s flights of fancy. A lot about her theory makes sense this time.”

Starlight blinked before she swung her head to the side in a smirk. “Aw, c’mon, Spike. We were just in here yesterday chatting and I scanned the title of one of her notes. Amulet Experiment Number Six?”

Spike shrugged.

Shaking her head, Starlight finally joined him. “Last time Twilight tore her throne room up like this was when she swore she had finally figured out how to crystalize magic into a solid form. We all know how that turned out.”

“That was one time!” Spike waved a claw dismissively. “Besides, we already re-built that wing of the castle. And it’s not like you’re one to talk, what with your creating temporal collateral damage.”

“Ouch, Spike! Now that was low.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Hm.” Starlight’s glare softened after a few moments before she pursed her lips. Turning, she strolled over to Twilight’s throne before hopping up, plopping herself down and wiggling her flank to get more comfortable. “Okay, Mr. The Dragon. Enlighten me.” She folded her forelegs. “Tell me why Sci-Twi thinks amulets are possible.”

Rolling his eyes again, Spike turned to the table and lifted Twilight’s master notebook, waggling it in the air. After a blank few seconds of Starlight giving him a quizzical look, she rolled her eyes before levitating the book over.

Passing the book to her forehooves, Starlight leaned back, kicking her back hooves onto the table with a clop. “The Alicorn Amulet and the Staff of Sacanas?”

“Yeah. What do those two items have in common?”

Starlight sat up again. “Ooo! A didactic discussion—only this time the principal of the School of Friendship is on the receiving end!”

Spike only returned that with a flat stare. “Okay, okay, I’ll behave. Um, well…” Starlight read for another minute. “Both seemed to be channeling power through a crystal, or at least incorporating a crystal was central to their design. But that’s no different than—”

“You’re about to compare those two items with the Crystal Empire’s world-famous artifact, right?” Spike had now taken a seat opposite her at the stone plinth, making himself comfortable in Rarity’s throne before giving Starlight a toothy grin.

“Of course!” Starlight agreed. “The Crystal Heart was the reason Twilight tried to crystalize magic in the first place. She was trying to recreate the right conditions to do such a thing—I mean, you do realize the architect of this castle was a tree? This whole castle’s an artifact!”

“But there’s something else that links those two magical items.” Spike pointed out. “And to Twilight, it seemed a little suspicious.”

“Oh? What’s the conspiracy? What is this mysterious link?”

Spike tossed something else across the plinth. The old newspaper flew neatly through the air before plopping down in front of Starlight. Her brows furrowed at the headline circled in red.

Staff of Sacanas Declared Too Dangerous for Scientific Study!

Canterlot University Professors Denounce Celestia’s Decision as Heavy-hoofed and Too Restrictive for Academic Liberty!

“Huh.” Starlight leaned forward as her horn lit up, a strange glow forming in her irises before she began speed-reading the article faster than most ponies could ever manage. “Yes. I remember now. That was a few years ago, but I was also curious about this mysterious staff the Storm King had been wielding.”

“And you remember the Alicorn Amulet?” Spike waited for Starlight’s eyes to flick up at him from the page before continuing. “It hasn’t been studied either. A couple of weeks ago, Twilight asked Celestia about both of these items. She never could get a straight answer. Twilight thinks they’ve both been destroyed.” Starlight narrowed her gaze for a moment before looking back down at the article with a glare.

“And while it is possible that the components of those items could have formed from similar natural processes like what formed the incredible Crystal Heart... and this magical map…” Spike drummed his claws across the table’s surface, even though he knew most ponies didn’t like the sharp clicking sounds his claw tips made when he did that. “Twilight doubts it.”

Spike watched as Starlight’s eyes flicked back and forth before her expression brightened up. Her horn flashed, reappearing with a pop over by the laboratory equipment. She plucked a thin sheet off the largest instrument that Twilight had been using that night, something that for all the world looked like a weapon the Maneiac would wield. Twi called the device her Arcane Resonance Coil.

“Alright, Spike You’ve convinced me. Catch me up on how far Twilight has gotten.”

Spike’s grin turned smug. “What about all that school accreditation paperwork you were whining about? You know, the documents you said were so urgent?”

Starlight’s smile matched his, turning impish. “What accreditation paperwork? If you aren’t going to sweep a mare off her feet, Spike, she has to entertain herself! C’mon!”

Spike replied with a groan.

* * *

Canterlot General Hospital, 6:29 PM

Special Ward for Neurological Trauma and Magical Maladies

The charge nurse stood straight and tall, despite the tension headache that had been building from the day’s events. The workload had already been frenetic, and that was before Moonlight Sigil had been delivered by airship to their renowned facilities.

“With all due respect, your highness, our doctors have done everything that could be done. Then Princess Celestia herself spent over an hour, attempting all of the healing magics known to ponykind. Nopony has been able to alter this magical effect or curse or whatever it is that is afflicting poor Ms. Sigil.”

Luna only stared, her turquoise irises bearing down on the charge nurse, the silence growing heavier by the minute. Her ears twitched as she picked up a spike in the charge nurse’s heart rate and perspiration.

“And you consider my sister’s skills inclusive enough to term them everything?” Her voice remained even. By the Moon, Ms. Care, if you don’t back down, you will be finding yourself chased by the Tantabus in your dreams tonight.

Hairline cracks formed on the charge nurse’s strong facade. A lock of silvering mane fell across her face before she brushed it back with a hoof. Luna’s eyes travelled over the nurse’s body until they rested on her name tag—Gentle Care: Day Shift Charge Nurse. As Ms. Care started to squirm, Luna wondered if she was pushing her too hard. Her earlier argument with Celestia most certainly was not helping the situation.

“I— …” Ms. Care gave an audible gulp. “My most humble apologies, your grace. I didn’t mean to belittle your station! Or your considerable abilities. I was only remarking that—”

“You were remarking that Celestia’s ability to heal the flesh is unparalleled. In that we are in accord. And you are correct in saying that my abilities are indeed considerable.” Luna leaned forward, her eyes narrowing even further. “But let me make you aware that the Princess of the Night is unparalleled when it comes to the theater of the psyche. My specialty is in the restoration of the mind.”

Luna watched as the mare processed that, before slowly reverting to her previous bearing. It wouldn’t be proper to blow this out of proportion. The charge nurse’s face was now quite pale.

“I.. I wasn’t aware, your majesty, I…” Gentle Care swallowed again, before sketching a quick bow before her princess, her nose almost grazing the polished floor. “Oh, by the sun… forgive me, your Grace. I hope I may have your pardon?”

Luna gazed down at the mare, her nose still almost grazing the floor.

Then her face broke into a smirk tinged with an icy cold edge. “I might forgive you by the moon… but never by the sun.” With that, the mare suddenly looked up, her face alarmed by making possibly another faux pas.

Without replying further, Luna pushed her way past and into the dimly lit corridor. Reaching out with her magical senses, she took note of an invisible magical barrier that seemed to encapsulate the entire hospital room ahead. As she drew nearer, she picked out a redundant barrier just inside of the first. Apparently, the doctors supervising Moonlight’s treatment weren’t willing to take any chances.

Once she rounded the corner, Luna gazed at the disheveled pony, once a prim and proper librarian. Hardened cords fastened to wraps restrained her at her wrists and ankles, with secondary straps wrapped around her legs further up, nearer her barrel. While Ms. Sigil seemed under heavy sedation, there was ample evidence of a physical struggle earlier due to patches of her coat rubbed off near the cuffs and some abrasions as well. The patient was also outfitted with a horn buffer. That last one was either yet another failsafe, or a clue that Ms. Sigil wasn’t so incapable of engaging with others as the medical file had described.

Aside from the abrasions and bruises, the librarian seemed to be malnourished, if the visibility of her ribs were any indication. Luna shook her head. All the psychiatric section of the medical chart had to say on the matter was that the patient was agitated, belligerent, and non-verbal. That information was woefully inadequate.

After casting a few defensive wards around herself and tugging on the restraints to check their strength, Luna sealed the door behind her with her telekinesis. Thaumaturgy of this sort is not to be interrupted when it is engaged. Gathering her power around her, Luna closed her eyes and prepared. She reached out with her magic and touched the mare’s mind.

* * *

East Precinct Police Headquarters, Manehattan, 8:34 PM

Cirrus smiled as the Daybreak angled itself to dock with the mooring tower. Princess Celestia’s ship was certainly living up to its billing as the fastest ship in Equestria. Yeah, he could’ve made the trip faster under his own power, but that would’ve left him fatigued and ill-prepared. This way, he had time to review the case file backwards and forwards. He had no comment on the fact that the trip might have also afforded him ample opportunities to appreciate the rather attractive stewardesses on board.

Looking around at the various crew ponies bustling through the mooring procedures, Cirrus carefully packed all of his gear. After making sure everything was stored correctly, he checked the experimental weapon he was assigned to test out for the CCO. Many agents had practiced firing the thing in the lab, which caused enough noise for it to be lovingly dubbed “the boom-stick,” but so far, nopony had found cause to use it while deployed. There was a running bet about which agent would be the first. Knowing its capabilities, and the insane velocities a projectile could be propelled out of its muzzle, Cirrus certainly hoped he would never need it. He would rather not see the results.

As the craft slowly swung around, Cirrus’ wings twitched. He was a pegasus: did he really need to stand by while mooring procedures completed?

He stood and smiled. “Ms. Sea Mist?”

An aquamarine mare turned her head, her ears cocking forward as she straightened her jacket. “Yes, Agent Cirrus?”

“Give the captain and the crew my regards for a wonderful trip. I’ll wing myself down.”

“Oh uh… of course!”

Giving the mare a nod, Cirrus trotted to the closed hatch and pulled the release. The portal popped open with a clunk before the door swung out and down from the hinges. Cirrus defenestrated himself, stairs be damned, and allowed the cool night air to stream across his feathers.

Below, three ponies stood at the top of the stairs leading to the main door of the police department. They all regarded him impassively as he slowed his descent, beating his wings before landing on his hooves. The middle pony was a beige earth pony mare of higher rank. She wore her blonde mane in a neat little bun, but the lengthy day had pulled some of it free, the loose strands blowing across her face by the breeze Cirrus had stirred up. She was flanked by two younger pegasi, both stallions, probably well into overtime if their scowls were anything to judge by.

Once his hooves made contact with the concrete below, the mare spoke up. “Agent Cirrus of the CCO?”

Cirrus bobbed his head. “Operative 009, Celestial Covert Ops at your service. You are Captain Marigold, I presume?”

“Captain Zenobia Marigold.” The mare’s cold reply was matched by the steel in her gaze. “These are officers Wingline and Strafe. Come. Let’s hope your methods are a little less brutish than your earlier counterpart.” With that, she turned and pushed her way back inside of the building.

Cirrus pursed his lips. Damage control and PR management for Princess Luna’s most distinguished representative was not in his job description, but if Celestia needed it done, he would see to it.

It took his brain three seconds tops to realize that he was still standing outside of the building like a dupe, and he rushed to join the ponies now inside. Thankfully, the reddish pegasus had been hanging back, waiting for him by the front counter. Marigold and the lavender-hued pegasus were nowhere to be seen.

Cirrus trotted inside, stretching out his wings one final time before folding them to his sides. He glanced at the stallion’s name tag as he approached.

“So, Officer Strafe. Shall we continue?”

“Just waiting on you,” he grinned. “Back this way.”

Cirrus fell into step behind the stallion, walking past several rooms until they arrived and an office labeled for Police Captain Z. Marigold.

Marigold was waiting for them, already seated behind her desk. Wingline was also there, standing off to the side trying to look official with a stretched out neck and his wings squeezed tightly to his sides. An empty chair waited opposite the desk, so Cirrus trotted over to take a seat while murmuring his thanks.

Captain Marigold pushed a file folder across the desk toward him before leaning back, steepling her hooves together. “This is the case file. There are three ponies of interest here.”

Cirrus opened the file in front of him, his eyes scanning over data sheets regarding the librarian victim and the two suspects. The first was a pale blue earth pony of smaller stature with a muted dark-blue green mane.. The information on her was pretty thorough, and there were additional notes added to the file taken from an interview the other day. The last picture in the file was an artist’s rendition of a yellow unicorn mare. “Tempest,” Cirrus muttered the name scrawled under the drawing’ While the information was sparse—and the name was a little unoriginal—it did note that the unicorn’s magic proficiency was likely at a level of either alpha or possibly even alpha plus. He smirked. She’d wipe the floor with Narcisse any day.

Cirrus looked up.“It seems I’m going to be hunting for a rather powerful yellow unicorn?”

“Ding ding ding, give this world-class detective a prize,” Marigold replied dryly. “As for these two—” she pointed to Wingline and Strafe with a hoof “—they will answer any of your questions about the victim, since they were the ones to apprehend and tranquilize her.”

Cirrus glanced at the two stallions, both of which had puffed their chests out. He hid a smirk. “Thank you, Marigold. Your input and the work of your entire team here has been most appreciated.”

Marigold’s stony facade finally cracked as a small smile crept onto her face. “Well. It’s nice to be appreciated. I’ll let my ponies here know that you said that.” The smile that had been growing on her face suddenly vanished again, and her voice adopted a frustrated guttural tone. “But if we ever need to deal with that Narcissist moon-boy again, it’ll be too soon.”

Marigold stood and began to walk around her desk towards the door, but stopped by Cirrus’ chair. “Oh, and when you’re done here, there’s something you might want to check on. Our chief investigator, Rebus Hunter, is following a lead that has taken him to the Grand Lake Memorial Cemetery. You may wish to join him there before the night is through.” With that, Marigold continued forward, exiting the room.

Cirrus chewed on that as Strafe came further into the room to stand by Wingline. After a moment, Wingline leaned forward and nudged Cirrus’ shoulder. “Cemetery, eh? Tough luck there, soldier! You sure ol’ Rebus isn’t just leading you to a dead end?”

Strafe popped Wingline in the back of the head with a wing before he could laugh at his own joke. “Don’t mind my brother. He’s just up past his bedtime.” Wingline’s head slowly turned to glare at him. “But at least he knows how to risk his neck by tackling yet-to-be tranquilized librarian zombies.”

Heh. If he didn’t tell me I would have suspected some familial relation between those two. Well, let’s see what they have to say about what went down at the library.

* * *

Canterlot General Hospital, 8:36 PM

Special Ward for Neurological Trauma and Magical Maladies

Pushing her magic through the ether and feeling it take hold, Luna expanded the matrix of her connection. The Cognitive Expanse unfolded before her, the same as she had experienced in similar procedures she had done in the past. The familiar weightlessness and sensory deprivation took hold, but Luna’s magic kept her firmly grounded to her own identity and psyche.

There was a reason why ponies did not engage in this kind of magic. It was this juncture, the act of actually entering the mind of another, that posed the largest threat to the magic wielder. Luna had unfortunately seen the results of other ponies trying it—sometimes never to wake up at all.

The Cognitive Expanse was vastly larger than a creature’s conscious thought. It was an area that operated with far different rules than wakefulness and contained the well from which inspiration, dreams, and the subconscious could spring. It operated all functions of life, functions that most only consider as “involuntary.” It was an area of knowledge that Luna believed that she would never fully grasp.

As Luna began to look around she felt her perceptions roll backwards into herself. At first there was an open maze of chaos, but in seconds it closed, narrowing her perceptions until they became trapped into a single point. Puzzled, Luna pushed against the constriction. Everywhere she pushed, a barrier of nothing seemed to push back all the greater. She struggled for a time, not knowing if seconds were passing by or hours, trying to expand outward but failing as she struggled to find some kind of point of reference.

After wrestling with the darkness for some unknowable time, Luna began to sense a creeping dread. Her hackles rose. She could almost sense something brush lightly across where her ears would be—and she wished she could twitch them, spin around her head, and look. In fascinated horror, Luna observed as the… something started to reach for her, sending a cascade of writhing tendrils forward and starting to tickle at the back of her mind.

There was a presence. Something much more vast than what she could ever anticipate. Something that should be impossible.

Gritting her teeth, or she would have if she could actually feel anything, Luna focused all of her magic. All her safeguards triggered, flooding out her being.

Get out.

NOW!

Wrenching herself away from the abyss and pulling herself back within the sanctity of her own mind, Luna brought forth in her mind’s eye a simulacrum of her moonblade. With it, she mentally slashed and hacked at the tendrils still trying to hold fast, still trying to slither their way into her innermost sanctum. She screamed as she fought, alicorn instincts accelerating so that the mental blade was nothing more than a scintillating whirlwind of death.

She was out.

Gasping for breath, Luna pulled herself up and struggled to regain her hooves. After a brief bit of nausea, Luna looked around, finding that she had been lying on her side in a puddle of sweat.

A panicked rapping on the hospital room door intruded on the silence of the room, voices calling through the door.

“Princess Luna! Princess Luna! Is everything alright in there?”

Standing and regaining her bearings, Luna scowled. She must’ve cried out or something, and she really didn’t want to appear weak in front of the hospital staff. “One moment!” Luna looked from the librarian, still sedate and peaceful, her heart monitor beeping at a steady rate. Her eyes travelled to the floor where there was still moisture from her perspiration. Clicking her tongue, her horn flashed, evaporating it. Glancing at herself in the mirror and straightening her crown, Luna finally turned the latch of the door with her magic.

Nurse Gentle Care came streaming in with two other staff members, their heads darting this way and that as they assessed the situation.

“Be at peace, my ponies!” Luna soothed. “Whatever is the matter?”

Nurse Care gestured for her assistants to attend the patient while she looked Luna over, her eyes roaming for anything that could be amiss. It was obvious she was trying to slow down her breathing as well. “It’s just that we heard a great cry, your majesty. Your shout rattled the doors!”

“Ah.” Luna reached for an acceptable explanation. “So sorry to cause a scene. I was deep into my magical searching with Ms. Sigil here, and was frustrated I could go no further. At times I am unaware of the volume I might use when I am applying this particular use of magic.” That was an acceptable story, was it not? Nothing I said was patently false.

“But maybe if you let me check you over? Just to make sure?”

“I am fine, Nurse Care.” Luna needed to go. She was still processing what had happened, and her feelings were still raw in the matter. “I must be off. Pressing business to see Celestia about.”

Nurse Care pulled a lock of mane back out of her face. “I—very good, your majesty.”

Luna strode out of the room and down the hall.

Her emotions were in turmoil. Her anger seethed. Her anxieties clawed. But most of all, helplessness gnawed at her, almost as if she were bound by steel cables in the base of a cistern, waiting for hungry vermin to be poured over her, ready to devour her flesh.

No! Her thoughts wanted to fly apart, but she marshalled them back together.

Pressing business. That much is true.

Luna shook her head as she turned a corner, trying not to canter ahead and across the skybridge into Canterlot Castle proper. There was something… familiar about the entity, or at least about the power she had felt. The familiarity chilled her to her core.

The previous petty squabble with her sister was stuffed to the back of her mind. She didn’t care what function or ceremony was happening in tonight’s schedule, it could wait. What day was it again? She was so agitated she couldn’t even remember if tonight held a simple dinner or a grand gala.

I could swear it was the Nightmare’s influence I was feeling. Or if not, then it was something equal in power, and just as insidious. It was the same, and yet different, somehow. If I cannot remove it, and Celestia is unable to fix it, then we must bring the Elements of Harmony together once more.

Fillydelphia Industrial District - 9:20 PM

The arcane emitter deactivated as Flim leaned back, wiping his brow with a forehoof. “And that makes two-hundred and fifty-two. Ugh. Mass production is just so… tedious!”

“Clearly.” Flam muttered, holding the newly crafted amulet aloft and scanning over the surface with his eyes. “Especially when they aren’t being crafted by the masses.”

“Well, what are we waiting for, brother?”

Flam looked up from the gently glowing rune on the amulet as the light slowly dwindled. “Waiting? What are you talking about?”

“The masses! We need to get a team, a contingent! A stable of ponies that can get this work done! Recruit the masses for mass production!”

Flam stuck out a hoof as he lifted his brother’s chin up, cutting him off. “Yes, but right now all we have are a few, ehrm… assistants. And all they’ve been good for is outside security. Patience, brother. This is a delicate process, and it will require training.”

Flim nodded, tapping his hoof into the ground. “And secrecy! We can’t have other companies doing corporate espionage and stealing our ideas!”

“True, true.” Flam cooed. “So have patience. Our future wealth will make this drudgery more than worth it.” He paused, scrutinizing one corner of the etched magic rune across the surface of the crystal. “Ah, you didn’t complete this line to the appropriate depth. Just… here…” He indicated the spot with a point of his hoof.

“Again?” Flim sighed. “I must be getting weary.” He slipped the goggles back down over his eyes. “Alright. After this one it’s time to switch again. You can do the next batch.”

Flim lifted up the emitter and reactivated it, working in silence for another minute before grinning. “Do you think those two mares will be surprised we already acquired our own horn for the emitter?” His grin widened as he heard Flam chuckling. “They probably think we will have to come begging to them after failing to acquire one.”

Flam got up and started walking over to the doors to the warehouse. “Perhaps not. They seemed to understand how motivated we were.” Flam paused as he turned his ear to the side, picking up the sound of Flim’s growling stomach from here. “Hide the emitter for a minute. I’m going to take care of your stomach.”

Waiting while his brother slipped the small device into a bag, he turned and inserted a key into the padlock connecting the chains. After some rattling as his magic pulled chains free, he pushed the door open an inch. A pair of blue-green eyes peered back at him. “Dorado? Why are you covering the door? Where are Headstrong and Deuce?”

Dorado’s raspy voice came back in reply, his accent thick. “They weren’t feeling too good after this afternoon. Both were talking about headaches and bright lights, y’know?”

“Not really…” Flam sniffed. “Well, now it’s dark out, so bright lights won’t matter. I have two assignments for you. First, I need you to go out and get us a couple of pizzas. The more mushrooms the better. And second, I need you to get Headstrong and Deuce back here. I need to speak with them, and I need to see if they are capable of learning a technical skill for a substantial raise. We’ll work out our payment as per the usual.”

“What about me, boss? Could I learn this technical skill thing and earn more money?”

Flam held up a hoof, booping his nose. “First, the pizza. Then we’ll talk.”

Dorado snorted, his moustache twitching. “You got it, boss.” The pony turned and cantered off towards the street while Flam pushed the door shut. He startled a little when he found that Flim was right next to him, scratching at his mane nervously.

“Do you think there’ll be a problem if those mares discover we’re making the other amulets?”

Flam rolled his eyes. “What, with the idea of correcting for bad eyesight? It’s completely harmless! Not needing glasses won’t harm anypony except for optometrists. Why would those mares get mad that we’ve cured Equestria of astigmatism? Why would they get mad for making a mint?!”

“Heh.” Flim grinned. “You’re right. Let’s get back to work on getting ourselves set for life, shall we?”

* * *

Grand Lake Memorial Cemetery, Manehattan - 10:31 PM

It only took a quick review of a city map, and Cirrus was on his way. It had been easy to tell he had the right cemetery, once he spotted all of the lights and activity over by one of the grave sites. One unicorn was standing apart from several other ponies as the crew pushed and lifted piles of dirt back into the excavation. Cirrus adjusted himself, veering towards the lone unicorn, and dropped down for landing.

“You the Celestial Agent?”

Cirrus shook out his wings before folding them. “Agent Cirrus, Celestial Covert Ops.” Cirrus bobbed his head. “How can I be of service?

“Impressive wingspan. You fly high altitude surveillance missions?”

Cirrus blinked before grinning and glancing away. “That obvious, huh?”

“Eh.” Rebus waved a hoof before cracking his neck. “Sadly Mr. Cirrus, the illustrious Agent Narcisse has already moved on to greener pastures. And we still had an investigation underway.”

“Indeed.” Cirrus studied the chief investigator. He didn’t look too broken up about it.

“But then we got a lead that gave us some new information. Suspect may have been looking for a unicorn horn. Too bad about Narcisse not getting that little detail. Sucks for him.”

“Ditto.” Cirrus chuckled. “Sucks for him. But, uh… a whole horn? And from a cemetery?” Cirrus paused for a response, but Rebus only stared back at him, slowly lifting an eyebrow. Some of the diggers were watching their conversation surreptitiously, but nopony else offered any clarification. “Isn’t that kind of…?”

“...Yes. It is.” Rebus’ horn flashed, vaporizing a mosquito that was trying to take a snack on his flank. “And if you’re done with your editorial, I wanted to cover the facts of the case. There are no eyewitnesses to what occurred here yesterday night, only conflicting reports over whether the dirt of one of the recent graves had been disturbed or not. Our personnel were ready to dismiss the reports as either some paranoia or an overly obsessive mortician, but I came out here acting on a hunch. You might be interested in what I found.”

Cirrus fought a shiver, lowering his voice to just above a whisper. “...and the evidence?”

Another officer trotted up, a hulking earth pony, and they had a hushed conversation before the officer passed a hot cup of something over to Rebus’ waiting hoof. The chief investigator smiled his gratitude. “Thanks, Lieutenant Forge.” He looked back over to Cirrus. “You want some coffee?”

“Ah, not really, thanks,” Cirrus said. “I get too jittery with the stuff.”

Rebus shrugged. “Suit yourself. If the mare in question is actually the same that pulled off the event at the Library, then she was desperate enough to unearth a recently entombed corpse to saw off a horn.”

He slowly sipped his coffee as if what he just said was the most reasonable statement anypony had ever uttered. “But at least she had enough sense to carefully lay the body back to rest again. The soil was disturbed just enough for the caretaker to take notice. It was his special talent after all.” Rebus sipped his coffee again.

Cirrus thought about asking what kind of special talent that was, but then shook his head deciding he would rather not know. “Well, let’s find her then. That’s what I’m good at. Have you sent a team back to Meadow’s residence?”

“They’ve already been dispatched. Hopefully we can warm up the lead a little more.” Rebus sighed, then gestured with his cup. “We probably won’t be turning in for a while. Sure you don’t want any coffee?”

“...Sure.”

Manehattan Train Station, 1:32 AM

Narcisse’s horn gave off a gentle glow as he continued to rummage through the filing cabinet. No trains departed Manehattan from midnight to five in the morning, so it had been an easy matter to subdue the nightwatch pony that had been patrolling around the office. He would awaken later, but his eventual headache would probably be the least of his problems compared to the hot water he’d be in for not maintaining proper security.

Narcisse shrugged as he opened the next drawer. That wasn’t his problem.

The yellow mare behind the library attack matched up with the description he had obtained from the border agent, Downdraft. Using a truth potion on him had been the right call; he’d linked the mare to the scene. His sudden development of heliophobia was weird, though not something that Narcisse had time to worry about.

Police ponies could be rather obtuse, so he had enjoyed demonstrating their incompetence as he sifted through their various reports from the scene. They had underestimated Downdraft as a potential witness, and of course were limited from using more effective means of collecting information. He, however, was not constrained by such moral dilemmas. It was why Princess Luna had called on him.

Narcisse nudged the drawer shut with a knee before opening the one beneath. After looking around to confirm the office was still deserted, and visually confirming the night pony was still unresponsive, he returned to the task at hoof.

It had also been a bit of luck earlier when he came across a store manager that received a visit from a mare visiting his shop and asking about unicorn horns. While it may have been a misunderstanding that the mare was actually asking for a whole horn, everything else about the mare seemed to match up, so he checked out every beauty salon in the area. She probably needed to brew some nefarious potion, or maybe a large amount, so she probably needed a sizable amount of that potion ingredient. He struck paydirt when he visited a beauty salon managed by one Depeche Vogue, a stallion that had impeccable taste. Thankfully, Depeche could still describe the changes he made to the mare’s mane.

By strange coincidence, or perhaps not so strange, Meadow Lark was a relative of Depeche in that their sires were siblings. Ah, there she is! Narcisse grinned widely as he read over the receipt.

Class: Ticket type: Adult: Child:
Standard Econo ONE NIL

Start Date: Number: Passenger:

15~Nov~1514 881841 MEADOW LARK

From: Valid Until: Price:
MANEHATTAN 15~Nov~1514 $38.00
To: Route Validity
FILLYDELPHIA Yellow On Date Shown

Now he just needed to check the time and the passenger manifest for Ms. Meadow Lark and a ‘Ms. Calypso Moonchild’. He dismissed that moniker out of hoof since in the file Meadow had named her friend as “Tempest.” Unless Calypso was her real name. Unless both were fabrications. It was curious that the two seemed to be working together when the police report claimed Meadow had nothing to do with either attack.

No matter. The two would likely rest once they got into a new town, and that would be the time they would make a mistake. Narcisse glanced over the schedule for train departures. 6:00 AM was the earliest time listed—much too late for him. Good thing he had his own mode of transportation.

Returning everything to its place, Narcisse slipped back out of the building and headed back to his airship.

* * *

2:33 AM Fillydelphia Mareiott - VIP Suite

“It was still reckless, your highness.”

Twilight resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she swallowed another bite of her Prench pastry. The Mareiott really did have an excellent kitchen.

Even at 2:33 AM in the morning.

Even when her Chief of Security thought it was necessary to wake her out of her desperately needed slumber to inform her of ‘problems’ at the Convention Center.

Even when said Chief was likely only using that as a ruse to tear her a new one for piggy-back riding across Equestria, jumping from airship to airship… Truly, it was an idea that Twilight considered uniquely genius. Granted, the jumper would need a singular skill for long-distance teleportations, and have a talent for logistics and calculating vectors, but what with fuel prices and the costs of travel? ...Okay, maybe it is a ridiculous notion. Who else would be crazy enough to attempt it? Sure, she made time faster than a team of Wonderbolts, but the impracticality of the adventure rendered the idea as nothing more than an experiment.

She had arrived rather late in the evening, well aware of the reservations that had been scheduled for her stay. Her security team hadn’t contacted her all this time; they weren’t even in their suites. . Maybe they were just being a little extra-OCD about their screening of the facility. Maybe in some ways she was rubbing off on them? No matter: let them have their fun. She could still remember rolling her eyes.

Not knowing why her security team was absent, the hotel staff had assured Twilight that all was well, and that no disturbances had been reported. It was only about two hours later that she had been jolted out of her slumber by her security head. At least Fizzlepop knew that Twilightwould have a better tolerance for being woken up if the first things she saw were pastries and the best coffee in town from Cuppa Joe’s.

“I appreciate your concern, Captain Berrytwist, but really, there was never any risk!”

“No risk, she says.” Fizzlepop’s tone was even, but it had a bit of an edge. She brought out a file folder, levitating it past the pastry cart before dropping it on the bed. “Okay then. You can tell me about your risk-free journey in a few minutes. But first I need to brief you on what occurred yesterday in the venue that will host your event. Crews are working overtime as we speak to repair all of the damages.”

“Damages?” Twilight blinked before lifting the folder with her magic. Inside were two reports, one from her Security Captain, and the other from the Fillydelphia Law Enforcement. Her eyes widened at the reports: a double assault, a berserk Nirik, and a crazed changeling morphed into some kind of sewer monster. Her security team had sustained three casualties: two ponies and their newest griffon.

“Oh Celestia!” Twilight’s eyes teared up a little as she covered her mouth with a hoof. “And Bulwark? And is… Zora going to be okay?”

Fizzlepop’s lips pressed into a thin line before responding. “She would have likely lost the limb had we gotten her to the hospital much later. The doctors expect the limb to be salvageable and believe that with the right care, she should get most if not all of her strength and sensation back.”

“Oh. Thank Celestia. I’m so glad that—”

“The infection of her wound, however, is another matter. The situation for that is still touch and go, since the bite introduced enough bacteria in her system to give her septic shock.”

Twilight groaned. “If only I were here! Then maybe I could’ve—”

Fizzlepop began to pace, her armored shoes pressing silently into the plush carpet as she ignored the tray of pastries. “With all due respect, your highness, that line of thinking isn’t going to help matters. You would have been with me in the main hall, but you would’ve had the same restrictions as we. We held back from using lethal force because we realized the two perpetrators were the custodians, and could possibly even be unaware of their actions… Unfortunately, the changeling and kirin are also not without injury.”

“What a mess.” Twilight continued to read the medical reports until something caught her eye. “Wait, what happened to Zerrin?” Twilight blinked in confusion. “I understand the burns that Hilgren Bulwark received but the griffon? How did he get hurt?”

“Friendly fire. I knocked him out with a magical stun discharge and he took a concussion from the fall.”

“He… you… what?”

Fizzlepop rolled her eyes and stopped pacing to stare at the princess. “It’s near the bottom of the second report. He flew in without coordination or backup, got snared by a tentacle, and was nearly the main entree until we subdued the sewer monster. He’ll be fine.”

Twilight scanned down through the rest of the report, the details only agreeing with Fizzlepop’s summation. “Let’s go.” Twilight downed the rest of her coffee in one go.

“Your grace?”

“Ugh. Please stop killing me with the honorifics, Fizzlepop. We agreed that you would only use my title in the greeting phase of our meetings.” Twilight drew in a deep breath. “I want to visit Zora.”

“Firstly, this isn’t an informal setting. Ponies have been injured.” Twilight shrank a little at that. “And second, it’s still too early for visitors at the hospital, Princess. I have assigned shifts to my team members to make sure someone will be available for when Zora awakes.”

“Well, first thing in the morning, then.” Twilight asserted. And I want to visit the Kirin and the changeling as well. Before the event at noon if we can.”

Fizzlepop stared at her for a few seconds in thought before responding. “I’m sure something can be arranged. Just know that the police had to place them in specialized holding cells before medical aid could be given.”

A hiss from Fizzlepop’s transmitter broke into the conversation. “Commander, this is Wade.”
Fizzlepop bent her neck to speak into her transmitter, hitting a button with a hoof. “Go ahead, Wade.”

“There’s been an incident down at the police station and they are requesting backup. Mazuma is notifying the team so we can assemble in the lobby in three minutes. Orders?”

Fizzlepop looked back over her shoulder at Twilight, the eye contact conveying a large number of unspoken messages. She didn’t break eye contact as she continued. “Carry on. Rouse all the team members not currently carrying out their assignments at the Convention Center. The Princess and I will be right down.” The transmitter clicked off, leaving a tense silence for a few seconds while Fizzlepop continued to watch Twilight. Finally the security chief appeared to relent a little. “We’ll stop by Zora once we have given some aid.” She pointed to the door. “Shall we?”

* * *

A Few Minutes Earlier - Fillydelphia Police Station

Officer Comet Gleam rubbed at her forehead before she turned another page in her novel. Her horn was throbbing with a dull ache as she maintained her containment spell around the changeling captive. The bars of the prison cell were narrow enough to keep any normal prisoner secure, but this little changeling was not at all normal.

Comet shook her head for the eleventeenth time that evening. Seeing Zen’zie sedated like this, it was hard to believe that the little changeling could’ve caused so much trouble for the security team of the illustrious Twilight Sparkle.

Supposedly, Zen’zie’s ability for morphing into things more than twenty times her mass was almost unheard of, except for what might be observed from a changeling hive queen. At least, that is what the profile on typical changelings stated. But what was more, she had a capacity to not only morph into something monstrous, but to also coordinate three tentacles and three legs, a rather alien concept that should tax any normal shapeshifter beyond their limit.

The sound of a door clanging shut brought Comet out of her musings. A nurse by the name of Sunspring Sentinel emerged from the kirin’s room, carrying a bundle of discarded paper used to wrap bandages.

Watching him from the corner of her eye, Comet hid a small smile. Sunspring had been assigned to provide medical care for the prisoners, and there was still two hours to go before the ends of their shifts. It was just her luck she was stuck down here for half a shift with a stallion that was so easy on the eyes.

Closing the novel she had been reading with a snap, Comet turned to the nurse. Did she have a thing for stallions in uniform? Only uniforms that had nothing to do with law enforcement. She had been down that path before, and—ugh. No more mixing business with pleasure.

“How is our sleeping kirin, Mr. Sunspring?” Comet queried in a playful tone, even if her head was ringing a bit. “Body temperature back to normal?”

Inclining his head, Sunspring continued washing his hooves and wingtips in the nearby sink. “She’ll live.” Finishing at the sink, Sunspring frowned while he finished drying his hooves. “It's weird, though. I’ve never had a kirin patient before; they’re pretty rare… just always wondered at their physiology; how they could handle that magical switch from their normal state to something that can set everything on fire. It’s rather amazing.”

Comet set her book down. “Oh? So, what—unicorn physiology isn’t interesting? I mean, I doubt a kirin has the magical aptitude for something like this.” She gestured at the magical bubble surrounding the changeling’s cell, glowing the same color as the field immediately around her horn. She watched him as his cheeks colored just a little.

Score one for Comet!

“No! I mean, um. I find unicorn physiology interesting too…” The stallion fumbled for a second, his face glowing brighter until he began to chuckle nervously. Looking for something to do, Sunspring picked up his supply bag and returned some unused wrappings back inside.

Comet’s eyes traveled over his very defined wings, before wandering over other aspects of his person. Heh. Kirins aren’t the only things in here that can be flaming hot.

“So, you want to go out for some coffee when my shift is done, nurse Sentinel?” Comet grinned as she watched the pegasus’ wings twitch just a little. “We could continue our... physiology discussion then. Say, six o’clock?”

“I uh—sure!” The stallion stammered. “How about Chrissi’s Croissants?”

Comet’s smile broadened. “It’s a date.”

A mare’s screech pierced the peaceful quiet of the room before a bluish-white flash erupted, cutting off their conversation. Both ponies turned their heads to the first holding cell. Flames licked up the Kirin’s body as Sunspring’s bandages dissolved into ash.

Sunspring galloped for the prison cell door, only to skid to a halt and run back to his medical bag, dumping the contents out. “Syringes!”

Comet rolled her eyes before jumping to her hooves. “What! You didn’t administer enough sedative? Don’t you do like a bodyweight calculation for that or something?” She clicked her tongue a few times.

“I did! It—It should’ve been enough!”

Comet trotted over to the agitated nurse and patted his shoulder. “Relax, stud! There’s nothing flammable in there, and the nirik won’t burn herself. The situation is completely under control!”

“Control! Right.”

“Besides, a syringe on your hooves isn’t the best option here. Don’t want the doctor to catch fire, now do we? “

Sunspring shook his head.

“Alright then. Let me contact my sergeant upstairs and we’ll get a tranquilizer gun down here, okay?” Comet pulled at the transceiver mounted on her collar, fumbling for the button on the side.

“Right! Right…” The pegasus tried to slow his breathing, giving her a nervous smile. “We’ll just use a… Hey, shouldn’t your horn still be glowing?”

Comet’s eyes widened. A stench flooded the room, followed by a growl rumbling the air in her lungs and vibrating her hooves. She whipped her head around, batting her mane out of her face. Was the changeling still behind bars of… Oh no.

“Oh. My. Celestia. What?” Sunspring breathed as his ears flattened back.

The abomination let out an ear-shattering roar as it began to charge, spiked tentacles slashing forward to grab anything remotely edible. The thing lumbered forward on three knobbly legs. It didn’t have far to reach the two ponies; close quarters was not their friend at the moment. The wall behind Comet was lined with bars enclosing cages, with several more like them along the wall to her left. Meanwhile, on the other side of the creature no more than twenty five meters away, the lone exit door back upstairs waited. Shaking, Comet and Sunspring backed up, the longest breath they had held in their lives releasing itself in a unified scream.

The next thing she knew, Comet’s back ignited into a sharp, blindingly hot pain.
It was only then she remembered the Nirik behind the bars.

Comet dropped to the floor and rolled—anything to get away from the pain of a sort she had never conceived of. The former changeling yanked Comet into the air with one of its tentacles, her blood rushing to her head as she was forced into a front-row, upside-down seat of of her own doom, a massive toothy maw dripping with yellowish-brown saliva.

Comet dimly realized that the tentacle must have pierced the flesh of her leg with something stabbing and sharp, but the sensation didn’t compare to the raging pain across the flesh of her back. She wasn’t sure she had been able to quench the flames; it sure felt like she was still on fire.

The door on the far side of the room flew open. For a desperate split second, Comet made eye contact with the pony that emerged.

It was all the time she needed to convey her message, the wishes of a dying mare. She hoped that Officer Spark could understand and carry her message of love for her mother, forgiveness for her father, and best wishes for her friends.

She closed her eyes, hoping against hope that Sunspring might somehow pull through okay.

Author's Note

Sorry for the delays...

Many thanks to Seriff Pilcrow. He probably really didn't have the time to spare, but he ran through this anyway and did a bang up job making editorial suggestions. Again, Seriff saves me from my being superfluous.

My superfluousness?

Superfluidity?

Artwork by my daughter, Tillie-TMB
She is a super-busy gal, so I appreciate her contribution. (She might still owe me a shot from the Luna section of this chapter, but I know when not to push.)

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Chapter Thirteen: Reunion

Fillydelphia Sky Docks, 2:39 AM

Narcisse scanned the terrace of the Fillydelphia Skyport as the Excelsior’s hatch slowly closed behind him. Unsurprisingly, the area was vacant as he made his way towards the terminal’s entry, his hoof-falls echoing off of the large glass view windows as he approached.

The whine of the motors let him know that the Excelsior had already been cleared for departure, likely expedited for it’s journey due to the privileged station of House Pavo. Most likely his uncle needed the airship for some financially lucrative transaction—something that would outweigh the prestige of being featured in one of Luna’s notorious Equestrian Operations.

Narcisse spared a final, wistful glance as the ship did a slow pirouette in the air, the propellers spooling up. Then he straightened the collar of his Rarity-exclusive double-breasted trench coat turning with purpose back to the terminal. He needed pure professionalism for this mission, not nostalgia and whimsy. Hopefully, his early morning arrival would give him an advantage as he narrowed his search.

Scanning the facade of the terminal, he noticed a lone pegasus: a mare standing beneath a cantilevered overhang that sheltered the terminal entry from the elements. As he approached, he glanced around for any other pony that might be watching and waiting. Should he cast a defensive spell? After careful consideration, he decided he wouldn’t waste the energy. This was Equestria after all, not some lawless faction of the once proud griffon nation.

After another moment, he identified her as operative 004 of the Agents of Moonlight. While she usually kept her mane braided while on assignment, it was the reddish hue of her eyes that finally tipped him off.

“Agent 012?” The pegasus had stepped in front of the terminal access, blocking his passage.

“What, you’ve been demoted to sky dock security?” Narcisse smirked. He watched in growing humor as her eyebrow slowly lifted. There weren’t many agents that could tolerate Narcisse’s sense of humor, but that was fine. He didn’t often tolerate their entire demeanor. Agent Morel, on the other hoof, was another matter. She merely gestured with her nose before trotting off to the side of the terminal.

Shrugging, Narcisse followed, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Why are you here? And at half-past three in the morning, no less?”

“Updates from Canterlot.” She held up a file folder with the primaries of her left wing. “If you would be so kind as to put up a privacy spell?”

“But of course.” Narcisse drew up the appropriate spell and activated it. “Okay, Maven. What news?”

“New events, Narcisse... Same theme.” She passed the folder to his magic. “About four hours ago, there was an attack on Twilight Sparkle’s security team while they were doing a sweep through the Fillydelphia Convention Center. The attackers included a blazing hot Nirik and a changeling morphed into a rather noisome otyugh.”

Narcisse looked back up from the file, an eyebrow raising at Maven’s tone. She was always such an artist at understating the facts of a case. “The Hades is an otyugh? Sounds like you choked on your spit there.” Turning the page, Narcisse’s other eyebrow headed skyward to join it. “Oh...”

“I don’t know what in Luna’s starry mane it is either. One of Captain Berrytwist’s team is a Minotaur named Wade Tinkerman. He says it’s monster from Minos.”

“The monster from Minos…” Narcisse muttered. “Sounds like a B movie.”

“Indeed. The report has the rest of the details. Something-something about a sewer monster.”

“Did you just say something-something?”

“Just so.” Maven stood straighter and elevated her voice to command-level. “Read your report and seek your quarry, agent. The Fillydelphia office remains ready to assist. Find the perps before this gets any bigger.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Narcisse deactivated his spell as he watched the pegasus take off and circle into the air. As he lost sight of her, a lone police siren sounded in the distance. As if to answer the sound like a call-to-arms, two more added their voices to the din. Narcisse let out a sigh, wondering if that was a portent of a busy morning.

Straightening his collar one more time, he made his way into the terminal.

Fillydelphia Police Station - 2:40 AM

Heralded by a series of pops, the sound of air distorting and snapping out of the teleport’s way, Twilight and her security detail quickly took in their surroundings. All except the minotaur—he had crouched down and was holding his stomach.

“Hopefully that’s the last time I’ll be doing that,” Wade grumbled. “Ugh.”

“Buck up, Tinkerman.” Fizzlepop taunted. “If you can’t do that, then catch up.” With that, she started trotting towards the main entrance of the Police building, at the top of a flight of concrete steps. Twilight wondered if her security captain was being a little hard-nosed, since it wasn’t every day she conveyed a group of creatures through a five-point line-of-sight teleport. Such an experience would be a little unsettling for non-ponies. She was only able to pull off the maneuver so quickly because she had glanced a map before they moved out.

A blizzard of activity—and reports—whirled in and out of the building. Police cars lay abandoned in the parking lot, their lights still strobing. At least their sirens were off, contrasting the additional vehicles that were still approaching in the distance.

The police mare in charge was just noticing Fizzlepop’s team approach. Flanking Fizzlepop were the smaller of her two griffons, the lone dragon of the group, her unicorn specialist Mazuma Gaines, and her medic, a pegasus named Nebula. Twilight also noticed Onyx, the team’s diminutive changeling, sporting her normal black chitinous appearance.

Climbing to his cloven hooves, Wade popped his back a few times before coming up alongside his charge.“Let’s join in, eh your majesty?” Wade’s gravelly voice was polite, but his self-assured air made it clear he didn’t want to discuss his earlier upset stomach. “Better’n lazing about the hotel before brekky, right?

“Brekky?” Twilight smirked at the minotaur’s regional slang.

“C’mon, let’s catch up before my team gets in trouble. They neglected to bring the heaviest hitter of the group.”

“Oh? And who would that be? The minotaur with the biggest pectorals?”

Wade inclined his head with a grin. “...That would be you, your highness.” With that, his hulking form trotted ahead.

Shaking her head, Twilight quickly followed, activating a spell to listen in to her security captain’s ongoing conversation with the police mare at the doors.

“...I’m Vice-Captain Kenford Jade. Thank you for responding so quickly, Captain Berrytwist—the Fillydelphia North Precinct appreciates your concern. Fortunately, the detainees are back in their cells. We have them more heavily sedated now.”

“What happened?” Fizzlepop queried.

Jade sighed. “We have more questions than answers at this point. Don’t know what I’m going to tell the press, either. We’re focused on getting first aid to our most wounded. Three medical teams are inbound from the medical center, but other than that… You should probably just stand by. No offense, captain.”

“That’s fine.” Fizzlepop nodded. “Number of wounded?”

“Eleven officers injured, plus a nurse.” The police chief bit her lip. “A few are in critical condition, but I’m not clear on those details. I just know a few cases are bad.”

By then, Twilight had made it to the top of the stairs and Fizzlepop was turning to acknowledge her. “This is Princess Twilight Sparkle.” Fizzlepop gestured with a hoof. “While my specialty is more in combat and strategic deployment, perhaps the talents of my liege could be of some help?”

Glancing the officer’s name tag, Twilight drew herself up. “Please, Captain Jade. Let me know where I can help. I am a skilled healer, and our team also has a certified medic.”

Captain Jade’s face relaxed into a warmer smile. “That is excellent news. Any aid you could render would be most appreciated!”

Twilight was glad the police mare was able to bypass her political position and get right down to business. She watched as Jade turned and gave a sharp whistle, getting the attention of a stallion heading back down the stairs.

“Hey, Flint! C’mere and be helpful.”

Flint, a steel gray and black earth pony, trotted up the stairs. “I am being helpful, ma’am! I was just about to—” The sight of the Princess stopped the stallion’s mouth.

“Take Princess Twilight and her team straight to our injured officers below. Provide whatever they ask for.”

“I—um, right away, Captain! Princess?” He inclined his head briefly, before his face warmed into something more effusive. “Uh, right this way.”

As Twilight followed him into the building, she glanced back over her shoulder. Fizzlepop and company were hot on her heels. . “Captain Berrytwist?”

“Your grace?”

“If the area isn’t secure, use your team as you see fit to prevent any more casualties.”

“On it,” came her Captain’s curt reply.

They continued forward, dodging pockets of activity from the officers left on duty. Rounding another corner, they arrived at a stairwell heading down, where Flint turned to address them. “The worst of the injured haven’t been moved, your highness. They are down where the holding cells are.”

“Are you sure that’s wise?”

“No other choice. They are in no condition to be moved without more medical assessment. C’mon.”

Glancing back at her captain again, Twilight turned and followed him down before the group rounded a final corner to take in the scene. While she could see a couple of ponies being attended to on the edges of the room, what drew her eye were the bodies in the middle of the floor, hidden under blankets. A better view was obscured by several officers that were standing in the way, likely wondering about what else they could do.

Twilight's approach drew the attention of all of the room’s occupants, but she couldn’t be concerned with that. Scoping the room’s condition, she took note of a few gouges torn across the left wall, and several light fixtures askew, having been ripped from the ceiling.

Her impromptu guide spoke up. “Stand aside! Princess Twilight and her team are here to help.”

There were four. Each pony was propped strategically with pillows and blankets, so the officers were at least treating them for shock. Calling up a triage spell, Twilight scanned each pony for their vitals, not liking her findings on two of them.

“Blood pressure.” She muttered, before turning to Nebula. “Get a drip running for this one. She’s in desperate need of volume expansion. Seconds matter!” As Nebula opened his medical case, Twilight lifted the blanket back, failing to stifle a gasp at the poor mare’s injuries. The bandages failed to hide the charred, angry red flesh of her third-degree burns. Another wrapping of bandages was bundled around the mare’s wrist. Twilight frowned at the injury it covered: the limb had nearly been severed.

While Nebula worked, Twilight turned her attention to the stallion by the unconsicous mare’s side. Steeling her shaking knees and fighting the bile gathering at the back of her throat, Twilight peeled back the blankets over him. His burns seemed almost as bad, with large patches of his yellowish-orange coat missing along his back. As she continued her scan, the stallion’s blood pressure began to fall dangerously low as well. Doubling back to check on the other two officers and finding their condition to be stable, Twilight got the attention of the magic specialist in Fizzlepop’s group.

“Mazuma—his blood pressure is plummeting! Join your magic with mine, have a spell that can direct more blood flow to his vitals. Watch how the mana flow interacts with my spell matrix, and once you have it, join in.” The pale blue unicorn nodded, studying Twilight’s magical field before lighting up her own horn in a glowing vermilion light.

Once Nebula had finished placing the IV, he stood up and called Wade over. The minotaur looked distinctly uncomfortable, but he lumbered forward. “Okay, Wade,” Nebula importuned. “I need you to stand there and not move.” Before Wade could respond, Nebula had flown up and attached the IV bag to one of his horns.

The Minotaur folded his arms, looking rather unimpressed. “You know I’m getting you back for this, right?”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Nebula! Get another IV started on this one!”

After another few moments, Nebula had the 2nd IV placed and had called one of the bystanders in uniform over to help. While he did that, Twilight directed still others to reposition the wounded carefully so that their burned areas were higher than the rest of their bodies. Finally, Twilight got the attention of Flint and sent him running for a supply of cellophane.

Fizzlepop and the rest of her team took up positions near the holding cells, and she noted that they were focused on a single small changeling and a rather disheveled looking kirin. Looking past the kirin, Twilight noted several burn marks on the wall.

Finding the stallion’s blood pressure improving by the second, Twilight brought her attention back to the mare. Frowning at what her spell was finding, Twilight got Mazuma’s attention. “We're not out of the woods yet. The mare is not stabilizing!”

Mazuma nodded, her eyes tight with worry before she ignited her horn for a repeat performance. It was as that moment more sirens could be heard approaching in the distance.

Finally, the medical crews are finally here. Twilight allowed herself a small sigh of relief. Maybe she’d have to lobby for better funding of hospitals and emergency transport crews. It seemed to take far too long for them to get here. At least further help was only moments away. She caught a glimpse of the mare’s partially burnt name tag.

Only a little longer… Hang on, Comet Gleam!

* * *

Fillydelphia Police Station - 2:55 AM

Taking a deep breath, Twilight let out a sigh as her security captain continued to hold her—a timely hug, if a little uncharacteristic of Fizzlepop. After so many dangerous adventures with her friends, why had she never seen carnage of that nature? Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the bloodied texture of that mare’s charred flesh.

Twilight’s eyes gravitated to Fizzlepop again. She probably has experienced this situation before, from her days as the commander of the Storm King’s forces. Although… she probably didn’t deal with post-traumatic stress with hugs back then. Hmm.

As the medical crews finished securing the remaining casualties in the last ambulance, Twilight allowed herself to get lost in Tempest’s hug. Cadence’s deep breathing technique wasn’t as effective as she thought it would be right now, for whatever reason.

“Are you going to be alright, Twilight?”

Twilight smiled into the fur of her Captain’s chest after hearing her first name. For Fizzlepop to have become this sensitive to her emotions was not lost on her. She wiped at her nose with a hoof as she pulled away. “No honorifics, huh?”

Fizzlepop’s smile looked slightly embarrassed as her cheeks flushed. “Wasn’t acting in an official capacity…”

Twilight chuckled as she wiped at her eyes again, heaving a large sigh. “So. Now what?”

Fizzlepop scanned the scene. The frenzied activity from ten minutes earlier was mellowing out, the growing tranquility odd in its dichotomy. “That’s up to you. We could return to the hospital, and try to get you some sleep…” Fizzlepop hesitated as she watched Twilight’s changing expression. “Or… we could go visit Nova and Zerrin. We only need to follow the ambulances…”

Wade’s gravelly voice broke into their conversation. “Not on a multi-leap teleport we don’t! You two can tele-hop from here to Canterlot if you like, but I’m walking!”

“Nebula?” Fizzlepop queried.

“Captain?”

“Do me a favor and boop Wade’s nose. That’s an order.”

“I, uh…” The pegasus flapped into the air. He stared at Wade’s narrowing gaze for a second, then shrugged. He complied with the order, glancing away and his lips pursed.. Wade blinked and furrowed his eyebrows.

Fizzlepop nodded. “That’s better.”

Twilight giggled, before her eyes trailed after the departing vehicles with another sigh. “Sleep is out of the question. I want to visit Nova… and Zerrin, bless his heart. But before we do that, I need to send a message to Celestia. You think the Fillydelphia Police would mind if I borrowed some stationary and a quill?”

Fizzlepop raised a brow, letting go of the princess. “You serious? After your work tonight, you can borrow all the quills. You might have to adopt this station as your newest fiefdom.”

Twilight made a swiping motion with her hoof. “Quit it. I do not have any fiefdoms. I keep telling you that!”

“Really?” Her security chief’s mouth began to twitch upwards at the corners.

“Ugh.” With that, Twilight rolled her eyes and trotted back into the station, leaving her grinning security captain behind her. After a minute, she had composed a letter to Luna. She didn’t have to wait long, enjoying a fresh donut and some coffee brought out to her team while they stood by, before a burst of magic coalesced into a responding letter.

“Huh. Luna works fast.” Twilight took the scroll in her magic and broke the seal, unrolling it as it hung in the air.

Dear Twilight,

Celestia is up and we are both happy to hear you are well.

We are sorry to hear of the injuries sustained by ponies at the Fillydelphia Police Station. Thank you for acting so quickly and doing what you could to save the lives of the more severely injured.

We have already been briefed on the events at the Convention Center. Whether they are related to the Library incident in Manehattan remains to be seen, but you should be made aware of one additional incident.

Manehattan General Hospital’s lead psychologist, a unicorn stallion by the name of Minty Clove, has somehow been affected by his interactions with the librarian, Moonlight Sigil. He was stopped before he could do more serious harm to the patients he was caring for, but several are now being treated for poisonous overdoses, and one is in a coma. We are still assessing the situation there, and Minty is now in custody.

You should also know that Celestia tried her utmost to help Moonlight, and I as well made an attempt. During our magical contact with Moonlight Sigil’s mind, the both of us were besieged with a powerful influence. We are unsure of the nature of the influence, whether it was a magical effect, a product of Moonlight’s mind, or was from some more powerful entity. I believe it to be the latter.

Whatever the reason, based on recent events, we fear a contagion of some kind. Until this is better understood, no creature, pony or otherwise, should attempt any magical link with any of those considered affected. All others who have even had peripheral contact are right now being sought so their health can be ascertained.

Based on these reports we would prefer you cancel your speaking assignment tonight and come to Canterlot directly via the express. Having failed to heal the Librarian, and now with both a doctor and two custodians affected, we would like you to try the Elements of Harmony. All affected creatures will be carefully transported to Canterlot until all of the Elements are assembled, at which point we suspect that they will prevail. Please return at your earliest convenience so we can remedy these matters.

Lastly, we wish you to be safe. Trust in your Captain and her team, and come to us speedily. Your friends,

HRH Luna Nocturnis
HRH Celestia Solaire

Twilight blinked as she finished the letter. Her withers gave an uncomfortable tingle as she reflected on the surreal feeling. Only a day and a half ago, she was being briefed on the Librarian while visiting Celestia with Starlight Glimmer. Now, she was somehow mixed up in the craziness, and it seemed like there was now a pattern.

Twilight bit into her hoof to swallow her unease, then passed the scroll to Fizzlepop. “We need to take the first express to Canterlot. Be right back.” Fizzlepop’s turquoise eyes scanned the letter while Twilight entered the precinct yet again, this time looking for Captain Jade.

Two minutes and three questioned officers later, she found the Captain in her office. Two more minutes and Jade was accepting of the news and fully supportive.

“Thanks once again for your help tonight, Princess Twilight. I’ll notify the proper authorities of your change in plans. Perhaps you would consider postponing instead of cancelling when this is all over?”

“I would be more than happy to do so, Captain Jade. You’ve been a credit to Fillydelphia’s law enforcement. Thanks.” Giving the surprised officer a brief hug, Twilight turned and trotted back outside.

Before she reached the door, Twilight’s ears perked up as she heard a pair of heated voices. Pushing her way outside, she took note of a pair of ponies a few yards ahead. Fizzlepop and her team had formed a half circle and were watching the show. If she didn’t know any better, Twilight thought she saw the minotaur pass the dragon some dried Apple Family Crisps before the two shared a fist-bump.

The unicorn on the left was delivering some kind of impassioned speech to articulate in grandiose terms how the pegasus was little more than a donkey-cleaner. The unicorn was clothed smartly in a luxurious trench coat, and if Twilight didn’t know any better she could’ve sworn it was one of Rarity’s designs. Atop his head was an elaborately coiffed reddish mane. By all appearances, Twilight guessed the pony was a noble, but there was something…dangerous about the way he carried himself.

The pegasus, an aquamarine stallion with a wind-swept mane full of muted red and orange shades, intimated that the unicorn should retract his horn back into his sheath, with a follow-up comment that he was thankful he wasn’t born an overcompensating eunuch-corn.

At that, three things happened simultaneously.

First, Stormclaw blew a jet of fire into his fist and then sprang it open, shaking his hand. Waving the smoke away, he gave a toothy grin. “Ohhh, smoked!”

At the same time, Nebula clutched at his chest with a hoof and fell over, feigning a heart attack to the delight of Mazuma and Wade.

Finally, Narcisse happened. The enraged unicorn ignited his horn, brilliant lighting crackling along its surface as he drew a bead on his pegasus foe.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Windows across the street shattered from the Royal Canterlot Voice, as delivered by Her Highness Twilight Sparkle. Noticing the immediate results of such a sonic exhibition, Twilight shrank back, hiding her face behind her wings. Luna had been giving her lessons on better control with the Voice, but she was still working on ironing out the wrinkles…and the harmonics.

Just to make sure nopony would do something they might regret, Twilight formed a barrier between the two instigators, making it strong enough to impress her brother. Watching the two as they continued to glare daggers at each other through the transparent field, Twilight came up between them.

“Now. Would anyone like to start by telling me what is going on?” She looked from pony to pony, before her eyes fell upon her security detail. All of them looked like they wanted to hide their faces, save for the minotaur and the dragon—they frowned at the prospect of losing their fun.

“Anyone? No?” Twilight turned to Fizzlepop, appraising her commander as she waited. Fizzlepop opened her mouth to reply, but the Canterlot unicorn beat her to the punch.

“I am Narcisse Pavo.” Narcisse stood up straight and tall, sweeping a hoof through his mane to improve whatever imperfections might be present. “Operative 012 of the Agents of Moonlight. I’m here on assignment from Princess Luna. This trash here,” he indicated the pegasus with a hoof, “is on assignment to spy on me. And needs to get out of my way as I pursue the yellow mare.”

The pegasus began to sputter incoherently about apprehending the yellow mare for Princess Celestia until Twilight raised a hoof. “You’ll get your turn. Agent Cirrus, right?” Cirrus stopped grousing when he realized he had been addressed by name. With a sudden grin, he turned back to Narcisse, yelling through the barrier.

“You hear that, hornhead? This princess knows my name!”

“I’m quivering with excitement.”

“Not another word.” Twilight rolled her eyes. These two operatives were like a pair of foals. She glared at the pegasus. “I’ll talk to you in a moment; but as for the both of you, I’m going to need all of the details of this case before I return to Canterlot today” Twilight slowly panned her vision back over to the unicorn. “Narcisse?” She paused for effect, before making her voice sickeningly sweet. “You may go first. If you would follow me?”

Narcisse opened his mouth to retort; he was no foal! But then again, this was a princess he was facing.

Hesitating a moment longer, he finally dropped his head and followed in her wake. Twilight smiled to herself. She wondered if it was bad that the discomfort of a Canterlot noble made her feel better about this whole mess. Rarity probably wouldn’t approve, but Rainbow would be on her back by now laughing. Looking over her shoulder, she got her security chief’s attention. “Captain Berrytwist? I want you in on this too.”

Fillydelphia - Chrissy’s Croissants - 7:48 AM

Her stomach churning in anguish, Tempest slowly lowered the newspaper before lowering her head to the table of her booth. The silverware rattled with the impact of her forehead. Her ears angled forward as she heard Meadow pick the paper back up, but other than that, she didn’t move while her friend was likely reading the same article she had been.

The table wasn’t all that comfortable, but at least the cool surface helped soothe her developing headache. Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, Tempest rocked her forehead back and forth, her horn tapping the side of her water glass each time she rolled to the right. The headlines across the top of the paper were still fresh in her mind’s eye.

Police Center Pandemonium Related to

Convention Center Crisis!

Fourteen ponies injured, including two from Princess Sparkle’s Guard

Of course, she knew collateral damage might be possible.

Of course, she knew that utilizing Maelstrom’s spell might bring about another “librarian incident.”

But this? Fourteen ponies injured, two in critical condition? How had the number of casualties climbed so high? Things couldn’t have hardly gone worse! Tempest reached up and pulled her ears down towards her eyes, sighing heavily.

“Why did I listen to you, again?”

“Hm?” Meadow perked up. After a moment, there was a rustling sound as the paper she had been holding seemed to settle around Tempest’s head and shoulders. Tempest peered back up,
bewildered to find she was now under a makeshift tunnel composed of the Daily Fillydelphia Press. Meadow’s sparkling yellow eyes met her gaze at the other end.

Not bothering to move from the ridiculous set up she was in, Tempest continued, her voice muffled within the boundaries of the paper tunnel. “Why did I allow you to convince me to use that spell?” Tempest knew it wasn’t a fair question to ask, but she couldn’t help it.

Meadow’s mouth drew back into a straight line on one side. “All I did was name the options, Tempest. You chose the best one. That’s all.”

“The best one, eh?” Tempest closed her eyes and returned her forehead to the table. She blew out another sigh, the gust or air disturbing the fur on her thighs.

“C’mon, Tempest.” Meadow murmured, her voice canned within the newspaper. “It’s not that bad. At least none of those ponies died, right?”

Ignoring the sudden urge to yell, Tempest sat bolt upright. “It’s bad enough!” she seethed. “Maybe nopony died, but several came close!”

Tempest fell back against her bench again. Rewinding the last minute of their conversation, she glanced around the room. The cafe wasn’t overly busy, but these were things better discussed in complete privacy. Realizing that, she activated a muffling spell, making their conversation unintelligible to others who might try listening in.

Meadow mirrored her, leaning back and letting the paper settle down to the table again. She spun the front page around to face Tempest, and placed a hoof over the words Pandemonium and Crisis in the headline. “It’s bad. I know, it really went bad... But you know we were in a bad situation… We took a calculated risk. We hoped the problem had been contained.” She tapped the headline with her hoof. “Neither of us had any control over what happened at the police station. That debacle wasn’t. our. fault.”

“Like Hades it wasn’t!” Tempest retorted. “I didn’t see anypony else that—”

“And!” Meadow raised her voice a notch to still be heard. “Besides that, you know that this is a newspaper article. Those press ponies love sensational news, so the information may need to be taken with a grain of salt.”

“Grain of salt…” Tempest stammered before frowning. “More like a whole saltlick. And sensational or not, you can’t fudge a number like fourteen.”

Meadow looked down, frowning, before giving a pensive reply. “Maybe not. But... at that point it was out of our hooves. You can’t blame yourself.”

“I can totally blame myself,” Tempest sighed. “It’s a theme to my life... discover my mom is a Princess, and then blame myself for failing her in her time of need. Discover a new technology for amulets, then blame myself when the most powerful amulet ever wholly fails to turn the tide. Discover a second chance to redeem my mother... blame myself for—”

“Okay, stop.” Meadow cajoled, holding up a hoof. “Let’s get some food in you. You’ll feel a whole lot better, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Meadow. After a mess like that, I’m not sure we should—”

“Oooh, no!” Meadow reached a hoof out and grasped her spoon, pointing it at the larger pony. “You aren’t folding that easy, Tempest.” The spoon waggled. “Remember what you said back in Manehattan? Free Luna above all else? Even if a few ponies end up getting in the way!”

Tempest’s eyes flicked from Meadow’s spoon to the ardent gaze of the little earth pony. In her peripheral vision, she could tell that Meadow’s actions had drawn the attention of a few ponies in neighboring tables and booths.

Meadow was right. This was the risk that they were taking, and she had to accept the moral consequences of having some ponies affected by her efforts.

Even if these things led to her eventual imprisonment, she was willing to live with that if it meant her mother could be free.

“Okay. Point made. Scene also being made.” Tempest placed her hoof on Meadow’s wrist and gently pushed it back down to the table. “That being said, I don’t want that point made again and again. And I don’t want to get threatened by a spoon.”

The smaller mare giggled.

“But how do I get Celestia’s attention? How do I get her to come to me—without my mother interfering? If Luna is under Celestia’s power, there’s just… there’s just no way I can…”

“Agreed.” Meadow nodded her head “And besides that, Celestia has layers and layers of protection. Guards, and guards guarding guards. What would you recommend?”

“I don’t know. First off, I need to make a big enough distraction to get Canterlot’s attention. I need the royal guard on alert. I need them to be looking for an advantage. I need them to need amulets.”

Meadow scratched at her mane, her eyes narrowed in thought. “I don’t know, Tempest. I’m not sure you are going to get the guard to start adding something to their normal gear without some serious scrutiny and questions being asked. Especially something claiming to actually be amulets. I’m not sure that plan will work.”

“Well, how else am I going to gain eyes all over Equestria?” Tempest whined. “The guard has access to the places I want to see! I’ll know where Celestia is most of the time!”

Meadow lifted up her glass of water, squinting at Tempest through it with one eye closed. “Hm. What if we use the post?”

“The post?”

“Sure.” Meadow opened both eyes, slowly lowering her glass. “What other group of ponies can get practically anywhere? They have an exhausting job, for all the ground they have to cover. Why not give them amulets for endurance?” Suddenly, she chugged the glass back, draining the water down to the bottom, wiping her mouth with a forehoof. “Bill it as a life battery or some such thing. Maybe it’ll catch on without much of a stir?”

Tempest mulled that over, sipping at her own water. “That makes sense… Okay, Meadow, you’ve just come up with a new plan A. Either way, aside from amulets, the plan was also to create some kind of large scale event, something with little to no chance of actually hurting ponies... Maybe some kind of natural disaster. And we’ll be ready to hand out mountains of amulets to aid in the effort. Which will give me eyes on the ground.”

Meadow blinked incredulously. “How much did you get out when you were holed up developing your master plan for Celestia back then?”

Tempest’s cheeks colored. “After leaving school? I was a little zealous, okay? I had something new: I was obsessed that it would win my mother back.”

“So you were a shut-in for how long?”

“Most of ten years...” Tempest muttered, her cheeks now burning. “Why, what’s wrong with the plan?”

“First off, you need alicorn level magic for a natural disaster, and last time I checked, you weren’t sporting wings.” Meadow thumped the table with a hoof. “Secondly, if you want less risk of killing anypony, a natural disaster is not the way to do it!

At that moment, the waitress appeared, a middle-aged unicorn mare carrying a little pink notepad and a sunny disposition. “And what can I get you two dearies?”

Tempest looked from her back to Meadow again, her expression disheartened. “A reset button. Either that or an ‘easy button’.”

Meadow just shook her head and stood up on her seat placing both forelegs on the table. “What she meant to say is that we both have a hungry button!" She pointed at her own cute navel for emphasis. Tempest wheezed in surprise before dropping her head, pressing her ears back in mortification. “And for this button I wanna do crepes with fruit and whipped cream!”

Peering back up, Tempest looking askance at her posing friend. “The hay is a crepe?”

Meadow shouted all the louder, imperiously directing a hoof back at her friend. “She will have the same!”

Chuckling to herself, the waitress flipped open the top of her notepad. “Alrighty then. Why don’t you have a seat there, and then you can order all right and proper dontcha know?”
Sitting back down, Meadow licked her lips. “I’ll have the blueberry… And Calypso here, since she’s having a not-very-good day, will have the strawberry. Oh, and bring us a whole pitcher of orange juice!”

The waitress continued writing, her tongue poked out to the side before she finished with a flourish. She gave a sidelong glance at her yellow-coated customer. “Well, we can’t have you miserable on such an important day, now can we? Why don’t I throw in some stuffed hash browns on the house? We can't have you all frowny-faced on Friendship Day!”

“Ooo! That sounds great!” Meadow glowed with pleasure, wiggling her hips back and forth on her bench. “Make it a double, and I’ll pay for my half!”

“Very well.” The waitress grinned widely. “Coming right up.”

Tempest watched her trot back to the kitchens before turning and giving Meadow an even look. “How can you just… be so certain over there? Aren’t you bothered at all?”

“Of course I am!” Meadow huffed. “But I’m coming to grips with it. So should you. This feeling of discomfort will pass… give it a bit.”

Tempest snorted as she unfolded her napkin and placed it across her lap.

“How about another alternative plan that doesn’t involve natural disasters? Or even the distribution of amulets?”

“I’m listening...” Tempest sipped at her water again, wondering not for the first time how her meal topics so often wandered into the weird and outlandish. “Let’s hear it.”

“Okay. So, what if, instead of creating a ruckus in a boom town, we create a non-life-threatening effect in a major city?

“Sounds... Unimpressive. If nopony is threatened, nopony will care.”

Meadow grinned. “Oh... they’ll care. Because it will be a race against the clock. What is the potential range of one amulet? And can its effects be carried further than that range via smaller amulets worn by unsuspecting ponies?

Tempest rubbed at her chin, trying to figure out Meadow’s angle. “A magical effect? One that creates a race against the clock?”

“Of course! And one that can only be approached by one particular princess in Equestria. Nopony else would do. And when Luna comes to fix the problem...”

Tempest’s eyes suddenly widened. “Celestia will be alone!”

Meadow grinned slowly. “Bingo. Gold star.”

Tempest leaned back, her brow furrowing. “Who are you, and what have you done with our innocent little Manehattan Meadow? Or does she have an evil twin residing in Fillydelphia?”

“Evil. Heh, right. So, what do ya think?”

Tempest closed her eyes and thought for a minute. She was ninety-eight percent sure she knew what Meadow was suggesting. She hadn’t tested the maximum range for a single amulet effect, but her analytical mind salivated at the possibility. Said mind also wondered at the hidden devious nature of this little mare. Had she just misread her character earlier, or was it something else? Something just seemed off…

Tempest slowly smiled. “We’ll have some research to do. Probably far from where we’ve made a stir.” Tempest trailed off, squinting out the window at the crisp, November morning before coming to a firm decision. “Okay, you’ve convinced me. Yet again, Meadow, you’ve come up with another brilliant and useful idea…”

“That’s me!” Meadow grinned. “Usefully brilliant! Either that or brilliantly useful...”

“You’re both.” Tempest held up a hoof for Meadow to tap her own against.

“Okay.” Tempest took a deep breath. “We’re going to need to set up a base of operations. And we’re probably going to need bits. Lots of bits. Which brings us to the twins.”

“Right.” Meadow rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“Let’s check their progress before the day gets too old. We can help them if they haven’t found a horn yet, and with your new idea, I want to update our orders so they can get started making these endurance amulets. Besides, I don’t trust those two at all, any more than I would trust a diamond dog to sell me something at a good price.”

“Good idea.” Meadow agreed. “And they’re probably going to need more workers, as well. Demand is about to go up. You think they’ll be able to do that?”

“If it means more bits? I suppose so. We left pretty explicit instructions, so let’s see if they’ve followed them or not.”

The waitress came by at that point, pushing a serving cart in front of her with their plates perched on top. “Here’s your breakfast, ladies!” Her magic lifted the two plates up, each layered with delicate rolled crepes filled with fruit and topped with whipped cream, with a generous helping of stuffed hash browns on the side.

Tempest’s eyes widened. “That’s… a lot of food, Meadow!”

“Nah!” Meadow rejoined. “That’s breakfast! Eat up!”

There was silence for a few minutes as fried potatoes were wounded and pastries were devoured without mercy. But while Meadow was finishing her third glass of orange juice her eyes fell on an advert near the bottom of the back of the newspaper.

Flim and Flam Presents!

A new, revolutionary technology that will improve your eyesight!

Results that cannot be refuted or ignored!

Come see our top secret, proprietary item - you will never need glasses again!

Optometrists are panicking that they will become obsolete!

Today only!

3:00-4:00 PM and 6:00-7:00 PM.

Warehouse B

2014 Commerce Avenue South

Meadow’s face darkened as she read over the rest of the text in the advert box before looking up again. “What were those twins’ names again? Aloysius Devadander and Abercrombie?”

Tempest cocked her head at Meadow’s voice. “You mean Flim and Flam?”

“Them.” Meadow’s eyes narrowed as she turned the paper around, pushing it across the table. “Not anymore. Their name is now Mud. Let’s go stop by, hmm?”

* * *

Fillydelphia Warehouse District, 10:30 AM

“That’s not Flim and Flam...”

“Shh! I know!” Tempest rubbed a hoof under her horn, trying to stave off a headache. “Just let me think for a moment.”

They were talking in hushed tones, but Tempest activated a muffling spell, just in case. She squirmed as they continued to watch from their position, cramped in a narrow entry that bordered the upper metal stairway access to the roof.

Slipping into Warehouse B wasn’t all that difficult, but it had taken time to work their way around the premises before realizing it would be far better to back off and simply teleport in. Going in through the front door was unexpectedly difficult; not because it was locked or hard to find, but because there were several ponies milling about, blocking all from entry. They were happy to pass out flyers, but beyond that, nopony was allowed entry until three o’clock, ‘not even Celestia.’

After fruitlessly trying to talk their way past, Tempest and Meadow decided to circle back to a higher vantage point. From there, about half a mile away, it was easy to perform a line-of-sight teleport to the roof of their private club.

In contrast to the clamor of the ponies outside, the interior of the warehouse was eerily silent, save for the work being done by the two ponies below them. Just past the edge of the mezzanine floor, Tempest watched them work on the floor below. Neither said a word, focused as they were on adding to the pile of apparently finished amulets.

It was impressive. Not only had Flim and Flam located a unicorn horn and fabricated an emitter, they already had two ponies trained on performing the work.

With a bright flash, the earth pony switched the cylindrical emitter off before setting it down on a nearby crate. He picked up the newly minted amulet, studying the surface carefully before blowing away a remaining wisp of smoke, passing it to his unicorn companion. From this distance, Tempest couldn’t read the inscription, but she figured the effect would be some kind of visual enhancement.

Tempest wondered for a moment where Flim and Flam might be, scanning around the mezzanine from her position. No other ponies were visible on their floor, so she looked back down at the ponies working below. Her brows furrowed in thought. Why were those two so familiar?

Suddenly aware of an earth pony pushing up underneath her chin. Tempest sighed and stepped back to give her some room.

“Thanks, Temp!” Meadow murmured.

Checking again on their surroundings, Tempest whispered to the mare beneath her. “Those two look familiar to you?”

“I dunno.” Meadow trailed off, before giving a little giggle.

“What?”

“Nothing.” The smaller mare grinned. “Just a thought: wasn’t it only yesterday we were spying on ponies from a catwalk?”

Tempest rolled her eyes. “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Meadow merely shrugged, but after a moment her body language stiffened, her ears perking straight up. “Yes! We’ve seen both of them before!”

Tempest craned her neck to see. “Where? Where have we seen them?”

Meadow backed off, letting Tempest have a more direct view again. “Check out his cutie mark.” She pointed at the earth pony.

Waiting for his flank to come into view, Tempest watched as the pony brought out a new crystal and affixed a template to it. As he turned, she caught a full view of the mark: a stylized horseshoe with waves of energy of some kind emerging from it. Tempest’s eyes widened, looking from the earth pony to the unicorn. “Studly Dee and Studly Dum?!”

Meadow chuckled in response.

Looking back to the unicorn, who was charging up his horn for the next crystal, it was unmistakable—he had the same terrible manecut and the same tacky tattoos. These were the two henchponies that had been on watch in front of Flim and Flam’s offices yesterday.

As she watched, the unicorn started to bleed from his nostrils. Strangely, he didn’t even bother to wipe it off, not seeming to care as the flow dripped off onto the floor.

“He’s… bleeding.”

“Bleeding?!” Meadow’s head suddenly emerged above Tempest’s, surprising her for a moment until she remembered that Meadow was using an amulet. “Huh.” Tempest flinched as Meadow’s voice was suddenly loud in her ear. “You think that’s from magic overuse?”

“Most likely…” Tempest’s brows furrowed. “You’d think he would be in a good deal of pain by now. Weird.”

Tempest pushed Studly Dum and Studly Dee at the back of her mind. Where were Flim and Flam—catching up on sleep after a long night?

As if listening to her thoughts, Meadow piped up. “So, where do you think chisler one and chisler two are?”

Tempest made to respond, but was interrupted by a new pair of voices emerging from an office door not ten meters to their right. The offices were built into the western wall of the warehouse, taking up most of the floorspace of the mezzanine. Each had a window that could see out across the walkway, and Tempest thanked the stars above that she hadn’t simply walked out in front of them. A continuous rail protected hooftraffic along the border of the mezzanine level, broken only by descending stairs leading down at regular intervals.

Tempest pulled back as quickly and as quietly as she could, the back of her head bumping into Meadow’s nose. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead as she listened for their hoofsteps, but thankfully, the sound receded away from their position. Of all the offices Flim and Flam could have been hiding in, it had to be in the one that was only a few body lengths away.

“That was close…” Tempest murmured in a whisper.

“Ndo, dat was righd on darget!” Meadow whimpered, her eyes watering as she held her nose.

“Ah! Sorry Meadow,” Tempest mumbled. She turned again and angled her ears to pick up what the twins were saying.

“Well, Flim? Let’s go check on our trainees.”

“I’m still amazed they picked up amulet science so quickly!”

On a whim, Tempest used a spell to form an atmospheric distortion that could roughly reflect the image of the twins as they walked away. This spell didn’t have the ability to produce a clear picture, but it didn’t have to.

“No more than I, brother! No more than I. As for me, I’m still amazed by this windfall! If it weren’t for our two unexpected specialists, we wouldn’t have nearly enough to sell!”

“At least, we wouldn’t have this many and still be able to see straight from a lack of sleep. Everything is looking up!”

They arrived at a stairwell, both looking down at the stallions working below. The mustached one—Flam, if Tempest remembered correctly—scratched at his mane for a second. “Everything except for Headstrong over there.” He brought a hoof to his mouth and gave a single shrill whistle. “Hey! Heady!”

Flim cantered down the stairwell ahead of Flam who was still trying to get the unicorn’s attention, but Flam was soon following on his heels, the both of them dropping out of sight. Tempest peeked her head out again so she could see past the edge of the mezzanine floor, the two brothers becoming visible again as they trotted to the center of the room.

“I say, dear boy.” Flim remarked. “Are you feeling okay there?”

Flam trotted up next to him. “Yes, uh. You have something… just there,” he quavered.

Headstrong looked up, his gaze rather vacant. “I… have something?” The unicorn dropped the emitter he was holding and reached up to touch his nose.

“Idiot!” Flim barked, catching the cylindrical device in his magic before it caromed off the concrete floor. “Don’t drop the thing! Unicorn horns don’t grow on trees, you know!”

“Deuce?” Flam queried. “What’s with you?”

The earth pony had been shifting his weight back and forth on his hooves. He paused his swaying to look at Flam, but his expression was a little slack. “Need… to make amulets.”

“Need?” Flam repeated. “It looks to me like you need to go to the bathroom.”

Deuce’s eyes widened. “Bathroom?”

“Yes!” Flam shook his head, looking between the bleeding unicorn and the earth pony that had started wobbling again. “If you need to go, then go!”

Two things happened simultaneously. Flam’s eyes widened considerably while Deuce’s eyes looked up, half-lidded and fluttering.

A rather obvious gushing sound was heard from directly beneath him.

“Celestia’s bits!” Flam roared, outraged. “What is the meaning of this, voiding yourself here on the floor?!”

Deuce ignored him as the yellow stream continued. Tempest could only watch, stunned, as Flam gave Flim a rather stupefied look.

“Hold on, brother…” Flim murmured, his voice holding a tension that immediately drew his brother’s attention. “Give me a second, I want to try something.” Flim straightened up and raised his voice a notch. “Deuce! Headstrong! Both of you lay down, right over there.” The two ponies followed him without question and began to lay down where he was pointing. “Now, hold each other’s hooves and don’t move.”

Without hesitation, the two ponies reached out and clasped hooves, laying on their sides to face each other in order to do it. Flam followed on his brother’s heels, leaning in to mutter in his brother’s ear. “Tirek’s teats, what are they doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious brother? Just look at the size of that pile of amulets!”

Flam shook his head. “It’s a pile of amulets. What do they have to do with peeing on the floor? And Headstrong overextending his… magic…” Flam’s eyes began to widen in realization.

Flim grinned. “You see it don’t you? Do you remember the hypnosis scam we ran five years ago? The one that got us banned from Manehattan?

Flam sighed. “I try not to, brother.”

“These two are deeply susceptible to suggestion!”

“I can see that, but why?” Flam frowned. “We didn’t do anything to them. When we asked Dorado to bring them back, he mentioned that they weren’t feeling well. But when they showed up last night, they seemed to be doing well enough to me...”

Trying not to miss anything, Tempest triggered another auditory listening spell as the twins’ voices fell to quieter levels. She had a sinking feeling as she thought about where this conversation was going.

“Sure,” Flim replied. “They seemed well enough, but they hardly said a thing. They just agreed to try amulet making and listened with rapt attention. All we had to do was demonstrate a few and they had it!”

“Do you think those crazy mares had anything to do with it?”

“What, the yellow unicorn and her demon companion?” Flim frowned in thought. “Perhaps. We’ll need to give this a closer look, anyway. But first, let's make sure that these two have had something to eat, and can take care of… er… their bodily functions, agreed?”

“Do you think we should try to disrupt the hypnosis first?” Flam offered. “I mean… maybe they have a wife and kids at home. We did keep them up working the whole night.”

“Let’s move, Tempest.” Meadow spoke up in Tempest’s ear again, her tone decidedly too headstrong. “C’mon. This is the part where we step in.”

“But—” Tempest faltered, “they’re susceptible because of me. Because of Maelstrom. He did this… I need to fix it.”

“No you don’t.” Meadow growled. “You’ll do nothing of the sort. This is perfect!”

“How is this perfect?” Tempest retorted. “I find yet more surprises about what this accursed Eye is doing… and this is perfect?”

“Yes! You agreed that they were going to need more workers. You said we were going to require a ton of amulets. This is your moment. Now is when you should act. Let’s get Flim and Flam on the straight and narrow, and get them equipped for success. You’ll notice that they only hire the most shady and seedy sorts? Maybe those ponies will actually work for once in their life!”

Tempest looked back at Meadow, studying her face as if it was for the first time. She looked back down at her Eye. Would she have ever dreamed of Meadow saying something like this two days ago? Or did the Eye have yet another surprise for her, waiting to strike when she thought all was well? “I don’t know…”

Meadow wrapped a hoof around her neck and drew her close, muzzle to muzzle. “Either you go down there and claim this opportunity or I do it for you. Right now.” Her amulet started to glow as she lifted off of the floor again.

“Okay, I’ll do it!” Tempest squeezed her eyes shut and heaved a sigh before she opened them. She forced herself to smile. “We’ll do it together.” Before she could have second thoughts, Tempest looked over, picked a spot on the warehouse floor, and teleported herself along with Meadow to the spot.

Quickly regaining her bearings, Tempest held Flim and Flam in her baleful gaze. The two unicorns furrowed their eyebrows at her, but that was quickly rectified with insta-smiles back on their faces. “Why, Ms. Tempest and Meadow!” Flam cried. “Happy to see you both, I say—happy to see you both!”

“To what do we owe the honor of your swift return, ladies?” Flim followed up. “Do you find yourselves doubting what the brothers Flim and Flam can do?”

“Nah, we don’t have any doubts,” Meadow scoffed as she came around from behind Tempest to glare at the unicorns. “We are just curious about your advert in the morning paper.”

“Of course you’re curious!” Flam crowed. He was either not very good at reading the room, or he was merely adept at handling client concerns while doubling down on his sales pitch. “I bet you’re thinking to yourself: Hey! Those Flim Flam boys are brilliant! Their ideas are colossal!”

Flim jumped in. “That’s right brother!” As he continued speaking, the cadence of his speech suddenly began to have a musical quality.

“Those two Flim Flam boys are great, and they’ve passed our onerous test.

They didn’t stop at one but made a ton at your request”

Flam joined in not long after.

Now there’s amulets aplenty and a plan that will succeed

So it’s time to take some action girls!

A plan that’s guarant—”

A sharp crack interrupted the song.

With a move that was as graceful as it was shocking, Meadow pulled off a mid-air pirouette, solidly connecting a spinning back-kick into Flam’s horn. Landing neatly back on the other hind hoof, she shuddered before brushing her chest with a hoof. “I hate musicals.”

Tempest’s jaw hit the floor. Flam was on his back, out cold. Flim ran to his brother’s side.

“Meadow! What in Equestria did you do?” Tempest ran up to the downed unicorn, her eyes wide. “You… you cracked his horn… badly!”

Meadow strode up next to her. “We need better compliance. A mare can’t be too careful.”

“...what?” Tempest could only blink.

Flim crouched low to the ground, lifting and cradling Flam’s head in his hooves. “You… you monster! You demon-mare!” Blood trickled from a fracture along the base of the horn. It ran two-thirds of the length towards the tip, at which point it splintered into secondary cracks. Tears shimmered in Flim’s eyes while his brother's mouth hung open. “Look at what you did!”

“What, you thought you could do whatever you wanted with the tech we gave you? Make whatever decision with impunity?” Meadow circled the twins, her voice cold and distant. “Actions have consequences.”

“‘Consequences?’” Flim spat back. He started to tremble in anger. “I’ll show you consequences!” He raised a hoof to his mouth and blew three sharp blasts. In a rapid reply, responding whistles sounded outside, and several sets of running hooves were heard. “You two are as good as dead!”

As if to punctuate his point, several rough-looking ponies started to stream in through the front of the warehouse. A few more came running in through secondary entrances on either side. Tempest could see a few holding weapons, and she counted at least four unicorns.

Meadow glanced from group to group as they approached before she faced her companion grimly. “Tempest, now would be a good time for a shield.”

“A shield?” Tempest protested. “How about a teleport? Let’s get far away from here!”

Meadow looked disappointed and a little angry. “Are you kidding? You’ll never have a better chance than right now! You want a bunch of workers to make you amulets? You’ve got ‘em! Put up. Your. SHIELD!”

Tempest felt something cold clutch at her heart, but she had no time to second guess it. Lighting her horn, she conjured the shield. Feeding more and more energy into it as she hardened the matrix, she watched as the ponies approached.

As they arrived, several earth ponies began to kick at the shield with their hooves while pegasi battered the sides and the tops with batons and daggers. After a few seconds of that, their unicorn friends waved them off and lit their horns for spells. Taking a breath, Tempest readied her shield for anything, but after a moment she chuckled in victory. The magical aptitude of these ponies was nowhere near enough to bother her, and their spells bounced off the magical field harmlessly. Through this all, Studly Dee and Studly Dum continued to lay on their sides, holding hooves looking into each other’s eyes as if they were lovers or something.

“You have quite the team.” Meadow mused. “Looks like you don’t have enough though. Any more on their way?”

“I assure you—” Flim growled. “My hired ponies are more than capable of tearing you limb from limb, and these are all I need. And once your friend tires out—”

“Tch. My friend could keep this up all day,” Meadow laughed before she stalked towards the unicorn. As she approached, the anger in Flim’s eyes slowly morphed into uncertainty before maturing into full-blown fear. “You have no idea who you're dealing with, Flimsy. Or how precarious your position is. We could end it right here.” She lifted a hoof, hovering it above Flim’s horn. “We could take back our emitter, disappear with a teleport, and you would be left with nothing.” She looked over at Tempest while Flim’s hired help rapped and banged away ineffectually at the shield. “T’would be a pity to start over, eh Temp?”

Tempest walked up to Flim as she tried to hold up the facade by staying her shaking legs. “You still want the job? All those bits could still be yours—maybe we got off on the wrong hoof. What do you want to do?”

“I’ll only do business with you if you heal my brother’s horn,” Flim replied bitterly.

Tempest thought over this. To get Flim’s compliance, she would probably have to win a bluff. “Consider it done.”

Flim blinked in astonishment, before giving her a cynical glare. “You’re no doctor!”

“No, I’m not. But with amulets, I don’t have to be. You work for me, and make the amulets we tell you to, I heal Flam’s horn, good as new.” Tempest stared him down, waiting. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Meadow’s smile of approval. “You meet our quota first, and We'll give you the freedom to make whatever you like, Flam’s horn fully restored. Interested?”

“But what about his horn right now? He’ll be in a lot of pain!”

He did have a point. But Tempest knew an excellent analgesic spell. She hadn’t tried it in an amulet application before, but she was pretty sure it would work. “I’ll take care of everything. But first I need you to cover your eyes.”

“My eyes? Whatever for?”

“I’m about to provide you with more workers.” Tempest pulled out the Eye. “Unless you want to end up like those two.” She motioned to the two stallions still staring into each other’s eyes. She smirked as she watched Flim shake his head before squeezing his eyes shut. That done, she drew upon the spell. Glancing to make sure Meadow’s eyes were closed before she released it, she let her shield spell fizzle out before bringing up Maelstrom's effect. It was over in seconds.

Grinning, Meadow looked over all of Flim and Flam’s hired help. “Now. Everypony sit down.” The dozen ponies that had been so intent on violence and harm sat down without a sound. “Good! Now Flim… what have you learned today about keeping your workforce fed and allowing bathroom breaks?”

The unicorn’s eyes traced back over to the yellow puddle left behind by Headstrong, giving a small shudder. “I’ll… I’ll take care of it.”

“Good...” Meadow crooned.

“I’ll get on that pain amulet,” Tempest murmured. She walked over to the box of crystals the two stallions had been using earlier. Lifting one up, she paused and glanced back at Meadow. “I do have a question though.”

Meadow grinned in pleasure. “Sure, Temp, What’s up?”

“Maelstrom has fooled me twice so far with the effects of this magical eye. Let’s review what we’ve learned. Apparently if I vacate a pony’s mind for three minutes, they are rendered into a completely suggestible zombie. If I ensorcel a pony to empty their memories of the previous fifteen minutes they turn into something rabid and violent.”

Meadow nodded in agreement. “Sure. That seems to be the pattern. What’s your point?”

“And as for the pony I shared some of my most intimate memories with?” Tempest watched very carefully as she studied Meadow’s face.

It was an excellent poker face.

But the pony she met on the ship from Gryphus? The pony that gleefully introduced her to her hometown of Manehattan? That pony didn’t know what a good poker face was.

“Hello again, Maelstrom.”

Meadow looked perplexed for a moment, before she dropped her head and chuckled. When she looked back up again, Tempest’s heart plummeted into her stomach. Meadow’s eyes flickered violet as she laughed.

End chapter 13

Chapter Fourteen: All That Glimmers

Canterlot 4:40 PM

As the gates of Canterlot Castle loomed larger, wind whipping through her mane, Rainbow Dash prepared to pull off a wing flare, the typical aerodynamic braking maneuver most pegasi used in order to drop airspeed quickly in preparation to make their controlled descent to land.

…at least, she would have done that had she been like most other pegasi.

Instead, she banked hard, feathering the chordline of her wings to salvage speed for a more dramatic landing maneuver. Most pegasi preferred their landings to be gentle and straightforward. Most ponies didn’t like the sensation of pulling so many G’s.

Rainbow Dash?

She thrived on it.

“Ho there! Captain Dash!”

***Proximity alert! Abort current maneuver***

Rainbow flared her wings widely and pulled up, slamming on the air brakes. It seemed the Canterlot air traffic pattern was unexpectedly full. She shook her head, turning her braking maneuver into a 180 spin to locate the pony that had hailed her. So much for making an appropriate entrance as is expected of the Captain of the Wonderbolts.

The unexpected reaction also made her wing twinge, pulling on the same nagging strain that had been aching since a mishap during a show three months ago over Las Pegasus. Her team physical therapist diagnosed it as a supracoracoideus strain. Rainbow just called it a major pain in her flank.

Or wing, rather.

A Lunar Guard was flagging her down, going by the color of his armor. A quick upward scan confirmed it: bat wings, gleaming fangs, and slitted-pupil eyes.

“Yeah? Who’s askin’?”

“What, don’t you remember me?” The hovering guard folded his forelegs, swapping out his smile for a menacing frown. “Think all bat ponies look the same, is that it Captain?”

“Um, yeah?” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “I mean, you’re wearing the bucking standard issue armor all castle guardsponies wear, so of course you all look the same, uh....” Her eyes darted to his rank insignia. “...Lieutenant.”

The stallion looked chagrined for a moment before yanking off his helmet. His deep indigo and violet mane reverted to his original color: a rather muted maroon. Shaking his mane to get it settled about his ears just so, he gave what he was probably sure was a mare-smiting smile.

“That better? Let’s try this again. Hi, Captain Dash. Remember me?”

Rainbow folded her forelegs. “Am I supposed to?”

“Well, if you want to square up an old debt. We were playing poker that night and when you—”

Rainbow’s scratchy voice cut across him. “Echo? Echo Striker?”

Echo tapped his hoof on his nose, his grin growing crooked. “There ya go! I knew you’d—”

“That was over seven months ago!” Rainbow objected. “After the Spring Equinox Festival. What, do I owe you some bits or something?

“Eh.” Echo waved a hoof. “Actually, it was only forty bits. We can call it even if—”

“Now I remember.” Rainbow narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t stop hitting on me!”

Echo’s eyes widened. “Me? Uh…”

“Yeah, you! It’s why I still owe you the forty bits. “You kept giving me some guano about my mane dye-job and offering to buy me some paint thinner.” Rainbow ended her sentence with a snort.

“I thought the colors were fake!”

Rainbow’s eyes narrowed further. Echo chuckled, shrinking back slightly, if such a thing could be done mid hover. But the moment passed, his embarrassment quickly replaced with the crooked grin from earlier. “Anyway, as I was saying… instead of squaring up our debts, how about you join me for drinks at the Salty Sultan for a date and we’ll call it even?”

Grumbling under her breath, Rainbow allowed herself to sink down towards the cobblestone street below. “Actually, I just broke away from training the new recruits at Flight Camp to answer a summons from the Princesses. It seemed rather urgent, so...”

“Absolutely! That’s why I’m here, Captain Dash.” Echo gave a theatrical bow while dropping altitude with her. “It’s my duty to escort you to the Forward Briefing Room. If you’ll follow me—”

“—Ugh, I hate that room. That’s the one always used by the Equestrian Press! And why of all ponies are you the one that’s supposed to escort me?!”

Echo grinned lazily. “I pulled a few strings to get that spot on the duty roster. So! After you?”

“And let you stare at my flank the whole way there? You’re my armed escort, so start escorting!” She pointed a hoof to the street below. Echo hesitated before shrugging and veering off to glide below. Rainbow eventually followed, suppressing the temptation to buck him in the back of his fool head.

Canterlot Castle glistened in the setting afternoon sun, the golden hues and soaring turrets beginning to blush in the waning light. Around the castle grounds and gardens, the district crawled with activity. To either side of the iconic front gates, food carts and vendor’s tents sat end to end along the palisade, stretching to the outer reaches of the complex. Rainbow’s stomach grumbled, the scents of many different flavors and feasts beckoning below. She had skipped a meal to fly straight to Canterlot, and her pegasus metabolism was not her friend at the moment.

Echo came to a landing and turned, waiting for Rainbow before she touched down a few moments later. “The briefing room is just inside the main gates and off to the left.”

Rainbow motioned with a hoof, indicating for him to lead on. As they passed into the main hall, she blinked. That was…what, the eighth Lunar Guard that crossed her vision? “Say, why are there so many of your guys up now? Don’t you like… change guard at 6 PM?”

“When the Princesses hold a summit together, whether for policy or for concerns on national security, the guards combine their activities. It’s kind of symbolic, don’t you think?”

“Meh… Do you know what’s going on?”

“Maybe it’s another drill... I dunno. I haven’t heard anything about it.”

Rainbow gave him a sidelong glance. “How many drills actually involve a summons for the Elements of Harmony?” Echo frowned as he chewed on that. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Ya wanna escort me a little faster?”

They rounded the corner and increased their pace as the door came into view, two guards standing their post to either side. As they came to a stop, Rainbow voiced a nagging thought. “So, am I the first of the Elements to arrive?”

“What? Oh. Not really.”

“Horseapples. Who’s here already?

Echo exchanged a few words with one of the guards before they stood aside. “All I know is you’re number three. We’re still waiting for the rest—sorry, I know you like coming in first. Maybe the message was delayed until after you finished filing your reports?”

“Buck the reports.” Rainbow grunted. “Came as fast as I could without making a scene…or a rainboom.” She gave a sigh as she pushed the door. “Hope AJ isn’t there waiting to rub it in.”

* * *

“Hey there, pardner!” Applejack mugged over her shoulder. “Nice of ya to show up!”

“Yeah, yeah…” Rainbow turned to Echo, his fangs and eyes gleaming as he watched. “Shut up. And thanks for escorting me or whatever.” She closed the door in his smug face, adding a comment under her breath. “Echo Strike out.”

“And you shut up.” Rainbow glared at AJ. “Princess Celestia probably told you to come yesterday because she knew you would wait until you had finished your chores.”

Applejack’s smirk vanished. “And what’s wrong with chores? The way I see it, somepony has to pull their weight around here so that other ponies can go play, racing and doing tricks or whatever.”

“Excuse me? That’s my bucking job—and the Wonderbolts are an essential branch of the military, thank you very much!” Rainbow shot back.

“Essentially unnecessary.” Applejack rolled her eyes. “When’s the last time you lot actually had to stand guard at the wall? Hold the line?”

Rainbow marched up and poked Applejack in the chest. “We may not do the fighting on the front lines or the guarding, but we serve a critical role in the morale of the whole country! Is that a concept with too much finesse for ya?”

“Morale, eh?” Applejack pushed back at Rainbow—chest to chest, muzzle to muzzle. “I dunno. If you think ‘bout it, an endless supply of sweet, ripe apples probably has a better impact on the nation’s morale than a handful of pegasi in flight suits doing ridiculous stunts. Don’t fill any bellies, neither.”

“Ridiculous?” Rainbow roared. “Let me show you ridiculous!”

Rainbow could not show AJ something more ridiculous.

An explosion of flavor—sweet, creamy, fluffy flavor— saturated Rainbow’s taste buds. Applejack had suffered a similar fate, but while Rainbow’s senses screamed ‘raspberry creme!’ in rapturous joy, Applejack seemed to be nomming on a cupcake of the apple spice variety. In a precipitous predicament, a pony had popped up to plant a puffy pastry precisely in the palates of her pals.

“You two are always so funny!” Pinkie hugged one arm around each of her friends. “Acting as if you don’t like each other when you haven’t even seen each other for a couple weeks!” Brought back to reality from their temporary sugar-induced bliss, Applejack and Rainbow started jabbing at each other from either side of Pinkie’s fuzzy chest. Pinkie’s hold only tightened.

“Seriously, girls?” In a rapid turnabout, Pinkie’s hold reversed, pushing them both away by a few paces. By now, the timbre of her voice had changed. “Do I need to set up a pie fight for just the two of you? It worked for Ponyville!”

After a tick, Rainbow stopped flailing and backed up just a step. That last comment from Pinkie triggered a thought…

…which was interrupted by a second thought. Why didn’t she just simply duck out of the way of Pinkie’s hoof and tackle her stubbornest friend instead of flailing from where she was? Never mind. First thought was more important.

“Wait, seriously Pinks?” Rainbow hovered up a smidge, putting her forehooves on her hips and glaring at Pinkie. “That fiasco two days ago was because of you? I thought it was just a pie competition gone out of control!”

Applejack sat back and started chuckling as well. “Heh. That’s how she suckered me into it.” She hoofed Pinkie in the shoulder. “I wasn’t going to participate at all until Pinkie insulted my family pride. Suggested Granny’s pies might not stand up to her own. Meanwhile the whole thing was a sham to set-up the greatest pie fight that Ponyville had ever known.”

Pinkie stifled a giggle, her cheeks coloring a little as she rubbed her sore shoulder. “Yeah… but I did apologize for that dig at Granny.”

“And I still say it was deceitful,” Applejack muttered. “Especially the part about you riggin’ the ballot box to make the results an out and out tie.”

Rainbow looked from Pinkie’s abashed smile to Applejack’s rueful one and blinked. The pink one had leveled up since she had seen her last. The insanity of that impromptu pie fight had spread out to include her as well, improbably teaming her up with Rarity and Spike. Only Twilight held herself out, shaking her head in disbelief.

It was fun, though. Last she heard, they were still finding pockets of left-over pie goo.

“Pranking the entire town in one go.” Rainbow shook her head. “Nice one, Pinks.”

Pinkie shrugged. “I try.”

AJ nudged Pinkie with an elbow. “Except it weren’t no prank. She did it for therapy.”

Rainbow blinked. “‘Therapy?’”

Pinkie sat back on her haunches and took a deep breath to exposit the missing details. “Well, every year after the last fall harvest, before Winter Ramp-up, the ponies of Ponyville get all frowny-faced. Remember Golden Harvest’s tantrum at Barnyard Bargains last year?”

“...We all remember her tantrum at Barnyard Bargains last year.” Applejack huffed.

“Well, everypony’s mood improves once the first snow hits, you know? After I saw Cloudsdale’s weather schedule, I… Well, I took matters into my own hooves. Y’know, try to liven up everypony’s day a little.”

“Too awesome.” Rainbow chortled. “Pinkie?”

“Yeah, Dashie?”

“Never change. But don’t take matters into your own hooves too often. I don’t think Equestria can handle it.”

“No promises!” Pinkie giggled, before turning back to the large buffet table. The castle attendants were standing ready to serve, but they each seemed to be stifling a smile. Rainbow and Applejack eyed the buffet, then looked at each other, the former speaking up first.

“So, do we dig in, or wait for Twilight, Fluttershy, and Rarity?”

Ponyville - 5:00 PM

“Augh! That time I was sure we had it!” Starlight Glimmer went on muttering to herself as Spike waited for the smoke to clear within the reinforced blast chamber.

“Glim, how was that explosion any different than the last eleven?” Spike looked over the residue: one more amethyst, wasted away into ash and smoke. “I knew I shouldn’t have given up my snacks!”

Starlight looked up and gave Spike an apologetic look. “Sorry, Spike. It’s just that Twilight doesn’t keep that many high quality gems around. Your snack stash was the next logical choice.”

Spike sighed, lifting the transparent cover off of the blast chamber and waving a claw to disperse the fumes. Besides the remaining dust of his once juicy amethyst, all that remained were mana scorch marks. “I was gonna snack on that one during our next game of Ogres and Oubliettes! That was the best amethyst I had!”

“I know, Spike, I know...” Starlight cooed. “And I’m sorry.” She rubbed her chin with a hoof for a few seconds, looking at Spike thoughtfully. “How many more gems do you have?”

“Ohhh, no.” Spike held both claws up. “I’m done with your extermination order against my gem pile. Get your own gems!”

“Ah c’mon Spike!”

Spike only folded his arms and glared back, his bright green eyes glittering with a blink of his nictitating membrane. Starlight only gazed back, but after a few seconds she looked down. “You’re right, of course. I think I owe you a few gems.”

Spike gave a single nod as he watched Starlight turn inward for a moment, still stroking her chin with a hoof. “We’ve tried adjusting the intensity of the beam. We’ve tried the whole gambit of mana frequencies. And then when the frequency started to match, the gem would fracture...”

“Fracture?” Spike muttered. He kept an ear fin angled at Starlight while she continued to think out loud. Keeping his claws busy, he began to pick up the detritus of their days-worth of experiments. Not for the first time he wondered how she talked him into assisting her for the entire day. She had even gone as far as notifying his part-time employer, Applejack, that he would be needed for an essential project at the castle. Really—why was he so essential? So she could have somedragon to bounce ideas off of? Why couldn’t he be tasked instead with spending the whole day helping Rarity?

“I’ve got it!” Glimmer blurted, clopping a hoof against the floor. Spike looked up from the notes and papers he was trying to stuff back into a notebook. “Maybe the problem isn’t with our mana stream—it’s the gems!”

Spike inflicted Starlight with a sharp, raised eyebrow. “Really? First you burn up some of the best gems from my hoard. Now you insult them?”

Starlight didn’t hear him, still looking at her hooves. “Yeah. That has to be it! The gems must’ve been flawed somehow.”

Spike growled. It wasn’t his gems’ fault for exploding if Starlight insisted on bombarding them with a magnified beam of pure magic! “There’s nothing wrong with my gems!”

Startled, Glimmer looked up. “Oh! No no no, of course there isn’t anything wrong, Spike!”

The air around Starlight suddenly imploded to fill the void where she once stood, a second pop sounding as she appeared next to his arm, gently stroking a hoof along his bicep. “Your gems are perfectly fine! Perfectly marvelous if all one wanted to do is eat them. But to imprint an active magical effect on them? There’s just one mare we need to talk to for answers to that question.”

Folding his arms in front of him, Spike’s tail snapped to the side as he looked down at the cagey mare. “And who might that be? Twilight? Princess Luna? Maybe Dr. Whooves?”

“C’mon, Spike.” Starlight trotted for the door. “We’re gonna pay Maud a visit.”

Spike rolled his eyes and returned to the clutter. “You go have fun. I’ve still got a mess to clean up.”

“What?” Starlight snorted “That’s what the castle staff is for! Why do you insist on taking their work?”

Spike didn’t grace that with a response, starting to sweep the floor around the Twilight’s resonance coil with a pan and broom.

“Ugh!” Starlight punctuated her grunt by stomping her hoof. A small cloud of dust kicked up and swelled as magic spread out in a shimmering field from her hoof and slid along the floor. Spike blinked, the dust wafting through the air in Starlight’s cyan aura until it directed itself into a bin. “I’d really like to get this figured out before Twilight gets back. She’ll be so surprised! Besides, have you ever snacked on any of Maud’s prized specimens?”

“She doesn’t care about crystal. She’s more interested in things like gneiss…”

“Nice what?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Gneiss as in the metamorphic rock, not nice as in pleasant. Though If you ask me, it tastes like dirt.”

“Metamorphic—uh, oh yeah, that kind of gneiss, heh heh. She is indeed—interested, I mean.” Starlight went on nodding her head before she suddenly shook it. “In rocks! Ugh, anyway, that means you have to come! If she’s more interested in rocks than crystals, I’m sure she’d part with whatever gem suits your fancy!”

Spike pressed his lips together and swallowed, turning slightly so Starlight wouldn’t notice him starting to salivate. Seriously, that mare was too smart for her own good sometimes. But another nagging thought bubbled its way to the surface. Starlight was the principal for the School of Friendship—normally she was between evaluating teacher performance and prepping for the coming term at this time of year. He knew she had her motivations about discovering new applications for magic science, but why was she pushing so hard to include him? Was she actually inclined toward him? Could that be why she was in his personal space so much?

No, that’s ridiculous, Spike. You’re just letting some dragon greed or whatever cloud your judgement. You love Rarity. Starlight couldn’t actually—

A sudden pop broke that train of thought as Starlight suddenly appeared right in front of him. “Come onnnn! You know, gems?” She reared up on her hooves, planting them on his pectorals while her gaze bored into his. “Dark… hard… shining… faceted… crystalline gems?” Her eyes shone. “Crunchy mouthwatering rubies?”

“Eh... Ah...” Spike turned away from her eyes, breaking the spell and letting her forehooves clop back down on the floor. “Emeralds are my favorite, actually… And how would you know anything about how they taste?”

Starlight just gave him the Big, Blinking, Tragic Eyes Attack. His will save had a -4 modifier versus those kind of mental effects from cute mares. “Okay, okay! I’ll come!”

Starlight’s grin expanded until it looked like the top half of her head might lose cohesion with the bottom. “That’s what I like to hear! We’re going to solve this riddle yet! And I have some idea about emeralds because I tried licking one once. Hot.”

“What—”

“C’mon, you gem-powered reptile!”

* * *

Ponyville Adjacent, 5:32 PM

Hard-packed clay textured with loose gravel crunched underhoof as Spike made his way through the cavern. For some reason, Starlight had not lit her horn. His dragon eyesight spotted the gems embedded in the dark walls with perfect clarity, but as for Starlight? She kept veering off course and bumping into his thigh. Spike rolled his eyes. Starlight was a smart mare; she could use her own light source at any time.

“You okay there, Starlight? You can light your own horn, you know.”

“Oh, I know. But this is kind of... nice.”

“Nice in that you can’t see where you are going, or nice in that you keep running into my leg?” Spike looked down at her. He thought he caught a glimpse of her wincing before her face returned to its flat expression. What was the deal with this mare? “Or gneiss as in that rock formation over there—” He pointed, but then paused. “Wait, you can’t see it.”

“Oh, hah hah…” Starlight replied, before she gave a little gasp. “Oh look, Spike! Light! Maud’s Grotto should be just up ahead!” She trotted forward at a faster pace, following the new source of light.

“Um, what about me being your guide?”

Starlight ignored him, the sound of cascading water growing steadily louder as she continued to outpace him. Eventually they came to the cave opening—as enchanting as Spike remembered it. A gently hued lavender pavilion tent was anchored in place over a raised table of rock, overlooking various pools and rock formations down below. Maud, who was reclining on a Chesterfield and turning a page in a book held in her hooves, noticed their approach. Before Maud set the book down, Spike caught a glimpse of the cover: Stand-up Comedy Abroad: How to Entertain More than just Ponies!

Maud sat up and slid off of the Chesterfield, straightening her smock before regarding them with what appeared to be a politely disinterested expression. However, Spike had known Maud long enough to pick up on the subtle cues she tended to give when excited. In this instance, her eyebrows were turned up just a fraction of an inch.

“Hey Maud!” Starlight chirped. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been well.” She turned her neutral expression towards Spike as he caught up to Starlight under the canopy roof of the pavilion. Maud’s eyes widened just slightly, and she blinked. “Hi, Spike. Nice to see you again.” Her head cocked slightly to the side. “You’ve gotten big.”

“Have I?” Spike grinned at Maud’s blunt observation. “I hadn’t noticed.” Maud huffed in amusement as Spike turned to Starlight and folded his arms in mock annoyance. “Why am I always the last to know? What else are you not telling me?”

Starlight blinked at Spike’s totally serious question before punching him in the shoulder. “You doofus.” Smiling impishly, she turned back to Maud. “But he’s my doofus for the day. Anyway, Spike and I have a question, and I think you might be the best pony for the job.”

“I don’t think I’m the most experienced to advise you in matters of love.”

Starlight’s cheeks colored just a bit, a breathy laugh escaping her toothy grin. “Oh, that isn’t it at all! No no no no! Heh heh… love. Psh! We’re here to ask about rocks!”

Maud looked back to Spike for a second, before shrugging and looking back to Starlight. “Okay. What do you want to know?”

Starlight opened her mouth but then hesitated, looking around at the various chairs and tables in Maud’s pavilion. “Actually… I have a lot of questions. Could we sit for a bit?”

* * *

Maud had been looking at her pet rock for some time. “Nopony ever believed me when I talked about combining magic with rocks.” After a moment she peered up at Starlight through her bangs.

“I thought you were messing with me! You were talking about ruling all of Equestria with the right type of stone, what was I supposed to think?”

One corner of Maud’s mouth twitched upwards. “Maybe I was messing with you. Just a little. After all, I am known as somepony with a rather biting and sarcastic wit.”

Spike tried not to smile. It was so hard to tell when Maud was being serious. Looking over to Starlight, he found her biting her lip. Maud got up and trotted over to a pair of massive cisterns beyond the edge of the pavilion. The top of each cistern was level with the pavilion floor, and were filled with sand and a few large crystals of indigo, lavender, and pink resting on top. Maud lifted one out and carried it back to her seat. “This crystal is magic.”

Spike’s eyes widened. He looked over to Starlight again, who was now leaning forward in her seat. “Really?” she squeaked. Starlight lifted the orthorhombic structure in her magic. “What does it do?”

“It drinks water.”

“...?”

“I found this while travelling Equestria for my rock dissertation. I was exploring a desert south of Las Ungulates when I came across a rather very powerful thaumic leyline. Many crystals were growing near the leyline’s outlet, and seemed to be interacting with the magic there.” Maud ran a hoof down the side of the crystal. “Somehow, these crystals took on the properties of their surrounding environment.”

“Properties?” Starlight sounded breathless. “What sort of properties?”

“Osmosis. The climate of this grotto is normally above 80% humidity, as you would find most limestone formation caves. Unfortunately, high humidity wreaks havoc on some of my experiments, not to mention my mane, so I placed several of these around the borders of my pavilion to absorb the extra moisture in the air.”

Spike lifted a finger. “Um, what about the cave? If you dry out the humidity, wouldn’t that interrupt ongoing cave formations?”

“Very good, Spike.” Maud gave a little smile. “A drake after my own heart.” Starlight gave a huff. “That is why I placed crystals like those over there.” She pointed a hoof at some deep green crystals, placed at regular intervals along some of the nearby flowstone formations. “Those crystals do the opposite.”

“Well.” Starlight broke in. “As fascinating as your humidifying and dehumidifying crystals are, you should try locking them all in a little box to see who would win.”

Maud blinked.

“But unfortunately it doesn’t prove any of me and Spike’s theories.”

“Maybe not,” Maud said. “But it does suggest an affinity. I don’t see why crystals couldn’t interact more strongly to a direct beam of mana.”

“Then why do my gems keep exploding?” Spike protested. “Starlight Gem-slayer Glimmer has taken a sizable bite out of my collection.”

Starlight made a sound in the back of her throat, her cheeks coloring slightly. “It wasn’t that many!” She waited for a reply, but Spike just folded his arms. “Okay, okay! I said I’d replace them! With interest—how does that sound?”

“Interest, eh?” Spike rubbed his hands together for a moment. “Nothing lower than 49%.”

“What?” Starlight yelled.

Spike snickered, laughing into a claw before pointing at her. “Gotcha.”

“Geeze. Such a dragon…”

“I have a good idea why they are exploding,” interrupted Maud.

For the fourth or fifth time, Starlight and Spike sat up and leaned over the edge of their seats. Without further preamble, Maud slipped out of her seat again and walked over to a chest positioned at the foot of her bed. After rummaging around in it for a few seconds, her derriere shifting back and forth under her smock, she came out with a small box on one hoof. Returning to the table, she opened it and fished out a rather expensive looking loupe, with multiple lenses that could be swiveled into place in front of the main objective lens. Maud held it up for Starlight to hold in her magic, and then retrieved one of her water-drinking crystals from one of the cisterns nearby. Taking the loupe back from Starlight, she activated an overhead lamp and began studying the crystal through the lens. After a moment, she paused before swinging down two additional magnifying lenses from their hinges.

“Here.” She left a hoof on the crystal and passed the loupe back to Starlight. “If you look closely, this crystal has no major flaws. The largest that I can determine is only about 200 micrometers wide. I’m willing to bet that if you examined Spike’s gems, their flaws would be significantly larger.”

“All you mares keep dissing on my jewels,” Spike grumbled. Starlight and Maud both stared at him, startled, before they started breaking into snickers. Spike sat back and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Continue.”

“If you’ll follow me to the entry, we can look for some good candidates for your experiments. I have a couple of spare loupes.”

“How about a few candidates for my snack stash?”

* * *

Canterlot Train Station - 6:33 PM

“Well, thank you for waiting for me, Darlings!”

“Oh think nothing of it,” Fluttershy said. “We couldn’t very well leave for the castle if your train arrived only a few minutes later.”

“Absolutely.” Discord chuckled, reaching an arm around the yellow pegasus and pulling her close. “Besides, if we went on ahead, who would be left to switch up your color swatches or blindfold all of your needles!”

“Don’t you lay a claw on my... what, blindfold? Why would you—?” Rarity stopped, shaking her head to clear it before looking from Fluttershy to Twilight. “Putting aside the chaos that this one is ever-so-lovingly threatening my business with… didn’t Flutters break it off with him? For good?”

“Hmph. I’m right here, you know.”

The train behind Rarity gave three blasts of it’s whistle before all of the cabin doors began to close, each accompanied by a metallic bang. Twilight waited until the noise died down again, leaving the four of them to awkwardly stare at each other for a few moments. “Well… I know we just discussed this over tea two days ago, but something happened.” Twilight smiled, looking back over to the happy couple. “Why don’t you ask Discord about his key?”

“His key?” Rarity peered over the rims of her blue-tinted tortoiseshell glasses to glare at the draconequus for a moment. “I’m not seeing any key. Only a look of—don’t you touch that!” Discord had plucked Rarity’s prized ushanka hat from atop her coiffed mane, leaving a few strands of mane startled and standing up at weird angles.

“But I can’t help it!” he pressed his mis-matched claws to his face, nuzzling the fox-brown hat with his muzzle. “It’s just so cute and fuzzy!”

Rarity gave him a withering look before he finally relented and plopped it back down on her head. Before she could scold Discord for snatching a lady’s hat, Twilight drew her attention with a pointing hoof. “Look there, Rarity.”

Around Fluttershy’s graceful neck was a simple, unassuming key. Its color was somewhere between Fluttershy’s coat color and Rarity’s own off-white, hung by a delicate chain.

“A key?” Rarity sneered. “How… romantic.”

Fluttershy lifted a hoof and pawed at the key with a delicate touch. “It is a rather precious gift, Rarity.”

“Oh? How so?” Rarity looked again, her experienced eyes appraising the bauble—no rare metals, no jewels, not even a novel design. Such a thing couldn’t be worth more than a couple of bits. She turned to Discord. Maybe she wasn’t showing much generosity, but Fluttershy’s relationship with him had been anything but smooth over the past couple of years. She was hoping Flutters had finally broken it off for good, but now, somehow they had come to some sort of new understanding?

“And how is this key precious, hm? It looks like nothing more than a toy you could pull out of a box of Wonderbolt Crunch.” Rarity’s voice dripped with a tinge of venom. Uncouth of her? Yes, but somepony needed to stick up for Fluttershy. “Isn’t Fluttershy worth just a little more than a trinket?”

“Rarity.”

Startled by Fluttershy’s piercingly quiet tone, Rarity’s head snapped back to her friend. One look at Fluttershy’s reproachful gaze left her feeling cold and empty. “I… I’m sorry, Darling…” She sat down on the well-used train station floor, heaving a deep, cleansing sigh. She began again, her voice subdued. “I should very much like to hear about this most special key.”

“Thank you, Rarity.” Fluttershy gave a pleasant smile before pointing a wing at Canterlot Castle, several blocks distant. “But why don’t we do that while we make our way to the meeting?”

“Agreed.” Rarity stood back up and began to make for the outside street. “A train station is hardly a place to discuss such matters.” She was brought up short, her muzzle scrunching as a colorful paper carton was held under her nose, wafting distinctly of carnival fare. Her eyes followed the paper carton and the mis-matched arm that held it back up to the taller draconequus.

He swallowed what he was chewing and grinned. “Popcorn?”

* * *

“You’re right, of course.” Rarity capitulated. “It was a grand and noble sacrifice that he made.”

Fluttershy smiled sadly, stroking the key for a second. “I wasn’t comfortable with Discord’s choice, but I understand why he did it. The nature of his powers make it difficult for him to keep them in check, especially if he grows worried about me…” She looked back into his face. “...or lonely.”

“Ugh.” Discord plopped a hand over his eyes. “Don’t make me sound so needy, Flutters.”

She giggled. “Oh, of course not. You are a big, strong, independent draconequus, after all. Just as chaotic as ever.”

Discord sighed. “Your snark is improving every day, dear. Anyway, that’s the whole story. I never realized just how controlling I was being until Cadence erhm... illuminated me, I guess you could say. So I sealed off a good portion of my powers and gave them to Flutters for safekeeping. She gets to keep my powers in check, and I get to keep… her.”

“And there you go!” Twilight grinned. “You have to admit that’s kind of romantic, right Rarity?”

“I…” Rarity squinted, frowning at the approaching castle for a moment. “It’s not romantic at all! It’s… desperate! It’s drastic! Permanent, even!”

“It’s perfect.” Fluttershy cooed, fluttering up and nuzzling Discord’s nose as he blushed.

Twilight merely chuckled under her breath. “Meanwhile, while those two were figuring out their relationship problems, Discord missed the single most cathartic and chaotic event in Ponyville since…” she furrowed her brow, scratching behind an ear for a second. “...well, at least since last Wednesday, anyway. It was a pie fight to end all pie fights.”

Discord’s eyes became large and watery. “Pie fight? Without me?!” He flipped upside down and arched his back, leaning over backward to hang a teabag from Twilight’s horn. “I think you need to spill the tea.”

* * *

The Lunar Doorguard snapped to attention, holding his salute while a Solar Doorguard pushed the doors open, taking his position just inside and bringing a hoof up to his muzzle. “Princesses and honored guests!” He began. Twilight could tell he loved his job very much. The eyes of Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and the rest of the Elements of Harmony were on them as they smiled on seeing their friends.

“Announcing: Princess Twilight Sparkle and Elements of Generosity and Kindness!” The guard returned to a position of perfect attention, snapping off a proud salute again as the group made their way past him, each thanking him in turn. Fluttershy was the last to enter the room, but the guard’s eyes widened as she made her way past. Discord, who had downsized himself to the current stature of a mole rat, was hitching a ride on the back of Fluttershy’s mane and giving the Solar Guard a jocular wave.

“—And also announcing Discord, The Interlocking Banana Comb of Chaos!” The guard stopped, horrified before vigorously shaking his head. “That is NOT what I intended to say! I meant to say hairpin! That is… Barrette! Scrunchy! Urgh!” The poor guard clopped a hoof to his throat, his armor suddenly clattering against the wall behind him as he reared back in panic. He was probably hoping he could get his words back under control if he beat his vocal cords into submission.

Fluttershy reached a hoof up to her mane, bopping Discord on the head. “Be nice, Disky!”

“Nice? But that was perfect!” Discord chortled. He leaped off the back of Fluttershy’s mane and gave a bow, now that all eyes were on him, filling out as he did so until he was back to his usual size. “My apologies, ponies of the court!”

Celestia’s smile never wavered as she strolled over from the dessert table where she had been talking with a bouncing Pinkie Pie. “This is an informal gathering, Discord. If you want to address the court, you’ll have to go several doors further in until you reach the throne room.” She bowed down, nuzzling Twilight’s ear before greeting Rarity and Fluttershy respectively. “Why don’t you four get something to eat? The briefing will begin shortly.” She turned and walked up to a podium that wasn’t standing there a minute ago. Castle staff were busy retreating as a few dignitaries came out from a side door, some of them in uniform. As the dignitaries took positions to either side of the podium, Luna stepped forward to address the assembly, waiting a minute for some unseen cue.

“Welcome, friends. Thank you for coming so promptly to our call.” Her horn flared, magically reducing the light in the room while Celestia came up alongside her and also lit her horn. After a moment, several images were projected in front of her.

“We’ll get straight to the point,” Celestia began. “There might be a developing situation in Eastern Equestria, and I want it contained before it begins to spin out of control,” Celestia began. Luna gave an almost imperceptible snort, before Celestia backed up to amend her statement. “We want it contained before it begins to spin out of control.” An image of the Manehattan Library illuminated the room, but after a moment, the view changed, zooming quickly in through the front doors, whisking past desks and library patrons until stopping in front of a mare sitting at a desk. Other than books piled all over the top, a name plaque was displayed off to one side, emblazoned in gold filigree, reading: Moonlight Sigil, Assistant Head Librarian.

“Two days ago, some time around noon in Manehattan, this librarian was magically attacked. We do not know the motivation, nor can we determine the weapon or spell. We also do not have accurate information on the current whereabouts of the ponies believed responsible.” Celestia stepped to the side as she went on, her horn’s light flickering as new images were displayed. “However, some of our best agents are on the case.”

Two ponies were displayed side by side; to the left a unicorn with a wild raspberry-colored mane style stood proudly in a smart overcoat that could’ve been designed by Rarity. On the other side, facing him with a cocky smirk, a turquoise-blue pegasus was standing with a windblown mane. Twilight was unsurprised to find that she recognized the two from their altercation the previous night in front of the Fillydelphia police station. Rainbow Dash gave a hushed ‘all right!’ while at the same time, Luna snorted in disdain.

The noise drew Celestia’s attention for a moment. “Something you wish to add, Rainbow?”

“Only that you’ve got my favorite cousin on the case!” Rainbow gushed. “Go get ‘em, Cirrus!” At that, Rainbow had drawn Luna’s gaze, her expression quite blank.

“Not to be disrespectful,” Twilight chimed in, “but I hope those two can demonstrate a better ability to work together in harmony than what was displayed last night. They were about ready to tear each other’s heads off before I stepped in to intervene.”

“Indeed?” Celestia’s smile revealed nothing. Princess Luna was now staring at the back of her sister’s head. Her expression remained blank. “Luna and I will have to review their latest report.” Without anything further on the subject, Celestia changed the images that were on display.

The new image displayed a powder blue earth pony mare with a mischievous smile and a dark teal mane. “The mare you see here, Meadow Lark, is a cousin of Coco Pommel, whom you have met before.”

Rarity murmured something under her breath.

“Now, before you think the worst of Ms. Lark, our theory is that she might be under some kind of control by the prime suspect.” The image swapped out, replaced with a slightly blurred image of a pony galloping away from a few police officers. The picture had been taken from a vantage point above and had been zoomed in a great deal. It was grainy at best. The mare was obviously a unicorn, but her cutie mark was obscured by the cloak she was wearing. The mare had a charcoal gray mane, tipped with a yellow fringe.

“This is the best picture we have of the subject. This pony was spotted around the Manehattan Library at the time of the attack, evaded the Manehattan Police with a rather impressive teleportation range, and has now been spotted in the vicinity of more recent events being reported in Fillydelphia.

Rainbow Dash’s voice piped up again. “So you want us to scout around and look for the yellow mare? And what the heck happened in Fillydelphia?”

“I’ll let Colonel Cocoa fill you in on Fillydelphia,” Celestia replied. “But for now, it is being left to our agents. I have a different task for you and your friends—a task that only the Elements of Harmony can do.”

“That’s more like it!” Rainbow crowed, flapping into the air. “Whose face do we get to kick in? Nopony attacks innocent librarians of Equestria and gets away with it—just ask Tirek! Right Twilight?”

“Uh…”

Luna picked up where Celestia left off, saving Twilight from having to answer. “We need your abilities with Moonlight Sigil, now under sedation in a wing of the Canterlot Hospital.” Luna let that sink in for a moment. When Rainbow’s hooves met the floor, she continued. “My sister and I have tried our deepest magics to heal the mare, and we have failed. Now we hear there are more ponies, including two custodians of the Fillydelphia Convention Center, and a psychologist from the Manehatten Medical Center, all under the same magical effect. They’re all being transported here as we speak.”

“That’s… that’s awful!” Fluttershy murmured.

“Indeed, Kindness. But that isn’t the worst,” Luna intoned. She looked across the assembled ponies, and gathered herself with a breath. “I went into Moonlight’s mind. What I found there has me deeply concerned.”

“What is it?” Twilight asked. “What did you find?”

The Lunar princess looked to her sister for a moment before returning her gaze to Twilight, her eyes mirroring a strange intensity. “We found something ancient… and familiar.”

Author's Note

We found something ancient… and familiar.

Sorry, couldn't help it. I blame Seriff.

This chapter attempted to firmly connect to the two side stories, Pinkie's Apiecalypse, and Fluttershy's Iron Will. You don't need to read either story for this chapter to work, but that is what is referred to.

I know you all expected it to swing back to Tempest and Meadow over in Filly, but that needed its own chapter, and so I adjusted (see my blog). Stay tuned, that will hit next Friday or Saturday.

When this story was first being created, Starlight Glimmer wasn't even in the picture. Well, you know Starlight... rather brash mare, full of that impetuous nature, and she basically wrote herself in. I had no intention of making a love triangle, but Starlight added that part too. Seriously, I had nothing to do with it... She's sitting here right next to me, smirking and making rather snarky comments.

Much thanks to Seriff Pilcrow again on his excellent work going through my stuff. Additional thanks are also due for Javarod and LuckyShadowWolf.

Anyway. hope all enjoyed. Next chapter should launch on 8/20/20 or 8/21/20.
-S.C.:twilightsmile:

Chapter Fifteen: Casting Shade

Fillydelphia Train station - 6:02 PM

Haunting. Sometimes it was all she could think about when she looked at Meadow. The laugh. The flicker of violet in her eyes.

The knowing smile.

Tempest shuddered seeing it clear as day, the memory still fresh in her mind. If she could have caught Meadow alone for a while, grilled her with a bunch of questions—or if she could’ve appealed to Maelstrom to let her go… Unfortunately nothing like that had been an option. They had been keeping up a frantic pace, leaving the rest of the day a blur.

Was that Maelstrom’s intent?

After Meadow gave that disturbing chuckle, Flim and Flam’s ponies had needed constant supervision. That, and Flam’s horn had been a mess. Tempest had to rack her brains to recall and then perform a medical mending spell, but the experience had left her feeling rather weak in the knees. Not because the power drain had been so much, but because she still couldn’t stand the sight of blood.

That being said, the twins were far more cooperative after Tempest had completed the spell and finished her fabrication of a pain numbing amulet. She wasn’t sure it would work, having never tried to make one before, so she was greatly relieved when it was apparent that Flam had been given a respite from the pain.

She figured it would only be a matter of time before the twins found a way to reverse engineer the thing, and then basically put the analgesic medication market out of business; no more OxyColtin.

But then, after taking care of Flam, they suddenly found they had the unforeseen responsibility of training all of the new recruits to their cause. Instead of addressing her anxieties about Meadow’s new occupant, Tempest had been busy demonstrating techniques and setting up systems, massaging the process until she got everypony up to speed.

She had never had such an attentive group to teach before… though their semi-vacant looks had been somewhat disturbing.

Once they had finally been able to take their leave, Meadow had been insistent on Tempest crafting a teleportation amulet for her. She had been emphatic on how it would allow her to contribute better to the mission. Never mind the fact that an amulet capable of teleportation was fraught with risks. An unknowing pony could maim or kill themself if they weren’t careful, as teleportation of any sort was foolish without safety training,

The thing was, that was of no concern to Meadow. She seemed to pick up teleportation like a prodigy, and demonstrated the ability within minutes. Already she was teleporting with precision and finesse.

“I think he’s following us.”

Startled out of her musings, Tempest gave Meadow a quizzical look. The mare was looking straight ahead as if she’d said nothing at all, her two amulets bouncing against her neck.

Once again, Tempest was struck by Meadow’s cool confidence.

No. Not Meadow. Maelstrom. And this should not be allowed to stand. Maybe I can deliver her to the Elements of Harmony. “Sorry, don’t mean to be a bother. Just need you to purge my friend of an ancient monstrosity so she can return to her innocent, carefree self! What does the friendship rainbow cannon charge per hour of use?”

“Following us? How can you tell? We are literally in a crowd of a couple hundred ponies.” Tempest fought down the temptation to look behind her, instead focusing on the ticket kiosks directly ahead.

In less than an hour, they would be boarding a passenger train to make a two-day journey, clear to the other side of Equestria to the city of Vanhoover. There, they would melt into the background for a while, creating a device that would hopefully draw Princess Luna away from Celestia’s side. Only by drawing Luna away could Tempest confidently face the Solar Monarch again without fear of interference. Not if Luna were still being mind controlled by her sister.

The Fillydelphia Train Station was a monolithic structure, standing proudly as a monument to earth pony ingenuity from three hundred years ago. The elongated space was lit by tall windows, stretched thin and reaching towards the arched ceiling as if Discord himself had grabbed the dome and had tried pulling it away from the floor, deforming everything in between. The windows themselves were paned in a rather outdated manner, the building a combination of old and new. The cracked walls proudly displayed their age, despite the efforts of new layers of paint and advertisements trying to cover their shame.

The space echoed with hundreds of hoof falls, reverberating around the arched ceiling, only to succumb every few minutes to a deeper rumble through the floor as a train trundled past.

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Tempest hit upon a ploy to allow her to look for the pony Meadow mentioned. Tempest stopped, turning a forehoof over as if examining her frog for an embedded pebble. She activated her horn, casting a small light-reflection spell so she could turn the surface into a virtual mirror. “Which pony is it? Oof!”

Tempest stumbled forward as she absorbed an impact from behind. Her ears folded back as she caught one or two muttered curses about tourists and not ‘knowing how to walk in a straight line.’ Tempest murmured an apology to the disgruntled mare as the traveller pushed past her in a huff. Meadow pulled Tempest to the side with a hoof, yanking down on her jacket.

“Now’s not the time!” Meadow hissed. “I know you’re curious, but you have to be a little more clever than that!”

“It was clever,” Tempest carped. She knew it sounded foalish, but she didn’t care. “Not all of us have an ancient eldritch abomination whispering advice into our ears.”

Meadow rolled her eyes. “C’mon.” She started forward again, trotting ahead until Tempest had caught up next to her again. Meadow was frowning, reading some of the signage above the looming kiosks before she turned her head, looking up at Tempest with glimmering yellow eyes. “You don’t have to bring up Maelstrom every time I say something intelligent, y’know. I’m an educated mare, and I have some pretty good ideas myself. How do you think that makes me feel for you to pin all of my good ideas on Maelstrom?”

“I dunno. How do you feel?”

Meadow pressed her lips together. Tempest decided to continue that line of thought. “Which ideas are the ones you didn’t think of? I’ll only complain about those ones.”

“Ugh. For crying out loud,” Meadow groused, stomping a hoof and whirling on her. “I am my own mare, Tempest! Always was, always will be. You made a big deal out of my eyes flickering violet, but if you’d check in a mirror, your eyes do the same exact thing whenever you access the powers of that amulet yourself!”

Tempest grimaced. She had already heard Meadow/Maelstrom’s reasoning ad nauseum when she had tried to push her for details on the way to the train station. Meadow continued to claim that she was in full control of herself. She emphasized that the only difference now was that she had certain… premonitions. Given what had happened thus far, Tempest didn’t trust that assessment at all. Meadow had been far too cold and calculating to be the bubbly mare that talked her way into friendship with Tempest while they were en route from Gryphus.

“...Right.” She wasn’t sure what else she could answer, for now.

At least amulet fabrication was no longer an issue. Meadow’s impact had left Flim and Flam highly motivated. Hopefully they would wait the two weeks Meadow had requested. She had informed them that Tempest would need sufficient time to make a “class one” amulet, a device powerful enough to fully restore his horn. Allowing pony doctors to meddle with the injury beforehand would run the risk of making that damage permanent.

It was all a lie, of course.

Amulets were not capable of the multi-layered complexity that such a healing spell would likely entail, but Flim and Flam didn’t have to know that. Tempest hoped they would wait the whole two weeks before taking Flam to the local hospital. Besides, they had a massive quota to fill.

Tempest was brought back to the present as she got bumped again, this time by Meadow as she leaned up to whisper in her ear. “He’s getting closer.” Tempest stiffened, her eyes darting side to side. She hated all of this cloak and dagger stuff. “But no worries! He can’t try anything out here, there’s hundreds of ponies around. Let’s just buy the darn tickets, and then we can lead him somewhere private before we board, eh? All quiet like.”

Nodding her agreement, Tempest looked at all of the confusing options on the kiosk display, a vertical panel with a black glass screen. What, was she just supposed to touch the glass surface? Where were the switches or buttons? Would magic work on it?

Tempest’s thoughts were interrupted by a pair of icy blue eyes staring back at her.

Eyes widening in surprise, Tempest blinked. As quick as that, the unicorn’s eyes were elsewhere, as if he hadn’t been looking right at her half a second ago. Tempest swallowed, her mouth feeling dry.

That must be him. Doesn’t look very much like a special agent, though. His mane is too fancy.

Tempest switched her focus to Meadow, who was busy pursing her lips as she tapped a selection displayed on the screen. “Um, Meadow?”

“I know,” came the curt reply. “Saw it.” She continued scanning through the choices, pressing highlighted areas on the screen until two choices were displayed: Premium Fare and Premium Plus. Meadow’s hoof hit the Plus selection.

Tempest’s eyebrows headed north. “Uh. That’s kind of spendy Meadow.”

“Spendy, schmendy.” Meadow waved a hoof. “If bits ever become an issue, you can just display your amulet to a bank teller pony. I’m sure they’d be glad to help.”

Tempest ignored that. “For the last time, this isn’t an actual amulet.”

Meadow punched the purchase option, her grinning face lit by the glow of the screen. “Close enough. In fact, I’ve thought of a name for it. I’m going to dub it the Amulet of Shades. You know, because it tends to cast a shadow on a recipient’s mind… Makes them susceptible to other influences and whatnot.”

“That’s… that doesn’t make me feel any better about all of this.” Tempest looked up to check on the unicorn. “So how do we lose our tail?”

There was a flash in the corner of Tempest’s eye. A sting, followed by a swift wave of numbness, shot up Tempest’s left flank. Trying to activate her horn, her body betrayed her, slumping to the side as her legs gave way. A buzz flooded her ears, but she could still make out what must’ve been the unicorn’s voice, rather high and pinched in quality.

“Nothing to see here, folks—just special agent business.” If she could turn her head to look, Tempest imagined he was flashing some sort of badge at this point. “Please continue going about your business.”

Hearing his hoofsteps approach, Tempest fought with everything she could to activate her horn— or at least stay awake.

The hoofsteps came to a stop by her head.

“Good evening Meadow Lark… and to you as well, Ms. Calypso. Or should I say: Tempest?” He chuckled.The buzzing sound in Tempest’s hearing peaked, making her brain reel into a dense fog.

“You don’t know how glad I am to find you…”

* * *

Warehouse District, Fillydelphia 7:11 PM

Bitter.

Pungent.

Some…chemical pierced her sinuses with fire. It knifed its way into her mind and dragged her to the surface of consciousness.

Tempest gasped and drew her head back. The movement wrenched her stiff neck, but she didn’t care. Anything to get away from the olfactory assault. She cracked her eyes open to take in her surroundings. The unicorn from before was levitating some kind of smelling salts in front of her. His cheeky smile made Tempest want to pull a Meadow and kick him in the horn.

A single source of light dangled from somewhere overhead, the glow casting his eyes into shadow and obscuring the rest of the room in darkness. As she waited for her eyes to adjust, Tempest began to pick out further details of the room as the seconds passed. It looked like some kind of abandoned storage facility or warehouse.

Again…

Typical. Waking up in a cliché location while a smarmy, egomaniacal nub-head is sitting there trying to look all tough...

She checked her horn. Magic dampening ring?

Of course. What about Meadow?

Tempest’s head twisted to the side quickly, reminding her of the neck muscle she just strained. Meadow was sitting in what must be an uncomfortable position on a stool, her four hooves restrained by hoof cuffs interconnected by cords tied together exactly beneath her seat. She didn’t seem to be in pain, though. Instead, she looked bored, and was rocking herself back and forth on the stool with a creaking sound.

“For the last time,” the stallion muttered. “Stop wiggling or I’ll freeze your flank to the floor.”

Meadow paused to blow him a raspberry. “You probably couldn’t freeze ice cream in Yakyakistan, you big phony. You probably spend more time on your mane than your magic.”

“Meadow,” Tempest tried to continue, but her throat decided now would be a good time to cough for a bit.

“Tempest, you’re up! Finally! Now we can blow this popsicle stand!”

Tempest sat up a little straighter, giving Meadow a flat look. “Meadow, please don’t agitate the nice officer with the fancy mane.”

“There aren’t any nice officers haunting this room, Tempy. I do see a spook, though. Do you think that—”

“ —Now that you are awake—” the unicorn cut across her. “I have a few questions.”

“Questions, eh?” Tempest replied. “So do I. Why aren’t we in a police station? Why do you have us tied up in what looks like an abandoned warehouse?”

Narcisse pressed a forehoof under her chin, snapping her mouth shut with a click. He sneered as he pushed her head up and back against the back of her chair, breathing in her face. “Because bad things can happen in abandoned warehouses.” He grinned and licked his lips. “I’m Narcisse. 2nd in line to inherit the Pavo Clan Estate. But by night, I am a special operative for The Agents of Moonlight.”

Tempest’s eyes widened. The Agents of Moonlight? The same organization that Mavis Morel founded all those years ago? “If you are a special agent of the crown, why are you telling us? Isn’t that like, top secret?”

Narcisse smirked. “Of course! You’ve caught me in a talkative mood, which is better for you. But not to worry. By the time we are done here, you won’t remember much of anything but a few shadows.”

“Huh, whaddaya know, Temp?” Meadow chipped in. “You’re not the only pony around here that can cast some shade!”

The smile on Narcisse’s face melted as his eyes travelled to the Eye still hanging around Tempest’s neck. “Yes, the odd little medallion you are wearing… Quite the little charm, even able to resist my magic when I attempted to take it off. I thought about taking your head, but then we wouldn’t be having this nice chat…” His icy blue eyes gazed at the Eye for a few more seconds before he looked back up into Tempest’s face again, his smirk returning.

“But we’ll get to the artifact in a moment. First, I need motives. I need to find out what you’re trying to do, and why—” Narcisse went on, leering back over at Tempest, “and the Fillydelphia police are probably a little too polite. You two are here because the police want answers. You’re here because the Princesses need answers.” He sat back, his smile growing wider.

“As for me? I’m here because I will be the sole pony with the information. And information is the best kind of currency to buy power. I hope you two are in a resisting mood… I don’t like being gentle.” At that, he rubbed his hooves together. “So, shall we get started?”

Narcisse’s horn glimmered. The edges of Tempest’s vision dimmed as the veins in her head throbbed. It felt like something was crushing her skull. A sudden compulsion raced through her, reminding her of the geas Celestia put on her all those years ago.

“Fight it, Tempy!” Meadow pleaded. “Fight it!”

“What do you know about the attack at the Manehatten Library? More specifically, Tempest, how were you involved?”

Tempest’s lips quivered as she struggled to clamp them shut. “Mmm-I was only trying to read up onnn—” Tempest slammed her head into the back of the chair, desperately trying to shake herself loose from whatever force was compelling her voice to speak. The pain worked, her eyes watering just a bit as she sat taller, glaring at the unicorn before her.

“Oh, well done!” He clapped his hooves together slowly. “Truly outstanding. I love a spirited mare… All the better when I break you.”

“Break her? Don’t make me laugh!” Meadow cut in from the stool, tottering dangerously on two legs as she leaned forward. “You don’t know what you are fooling with, Mr. Nerf-cisse. You’ll get some answers soon enough, but not the kind you’d expect.”

Narcisse frowned, turning to lean down into Meadow’s upturned face. “Let me give you an idea of what you can expect.” Narcisse’s left hoof flashed out. Meadow toppled to the floor with a crash, stool still attached and a red patch on her cheek. His horn flashed, and in an instant, a layer of ice fused her fur coat with the concrete. “I warned you. Now be quiet, or I’ll find less friendly ways of dealing with your input.”

Meadow lifted her head, the one part of her that hadn’t been frozen to the floor, and glared at Tempest. “Hey, Temp? Why don’t you give this nice agent some helpful information. I think it’s time you cast some shade.”

Tempest wasn’t sure what the fallout would be, but with the way things were going, it was more important that they make their escape—better if they could put this rather dangerous agent off of their trail for good. .

And hey, this stallion was the type of pony who might just deserve the shade treatment. Only problem was she didn’t know what the fallout would be.

But first, the magic damping ring had to go. Tempest was still in restraints, but Narcisse would never expect a teleporting earth pony. Good thing he must’ve thought what Meadow had on was simply jewelry. Tempest’s eyes darted to her horn and then back at Meadow.

“I think I might have to do that. There’s quite a bit to get off my mind.”

“That, you do, Tempest. That you do.”

Narcisse eyebrows furrowed, and he backed away from between the two. “Whatever you two are planning, I’m putting an end to it right now.” His horn flashed, and a pale blue bubble took form around Meadow.

“Oh, look! I’m in a soap bubble!”

Gritting his teeth, his horn flashed again. Now, the bubble was opaque, and Meadow’s quips couldn’t be heard at all.

“Now then. I don’t know what that mud pony thought she could do, but I don’t trust either of you. Now that she is out of the picture, shall we resume?”

Narcisse stalked closer to Tempest, his cold blue eyes unblinking in their intensity. His horn began to brighten again.

With a pop, Meadow’s pale blue tummy flashed in front of Tempest’s face. She had judged the location just right—bless her heart—standing her hind hooves on Tempest’s chair while her forehooves wrapped around the ring on her horn. Score one for teleportation versus hoof cuffs.

With a sharp tug, Meadow yanked the ring free. The action abraded the dorsal side of Tempest’s horn, leaving her with a burning sensation. Narcisse thanked Meadow’s heroic action with another slap, this one powered with magic. Meadow’s body sailed ten meters before ragdolling across the concrete floor, sliding to a stop. Blood seeped from a wound on her head, just in front of an ear.

Feeling her anger surge, Tempest flared her horn.

* * *

Narcisse withdrew a few steps. There was murder in the yellow unicorn’s eyes. Not wanting to resort to deadly force yet, Narcisse triggered his most powerful shield. Tempest’s horn flashed as well, but instead of any act of aggression, her hoof cuffs simply dropped off with a click before sliding over the side and attaching themselves to the magic damping ring.

“That was a mistake,” Tempest snarled. “You can attack me, Mr. Narcisse, but you do not get to harm Meadow.”

Though Narcisse didn’t reply, he traced Tempest as she side-stepped over to where the downed earth pony lay. She must be pretty sure of herself if she felt it was safe to check on her friend while under threat of attack.

He’d have to disabuse her of that notion. Still… her horn was glowing.

“Well, Tempest?” Narcisse broke the tense silence. “What are you waiting for, the second coming of Tirek?” Now that the ring was off, Narcisse was anxious to get his measure of what this mare could do. He wanted to see her magic, get a flavor for her strengths and weaknesses. And he still needed to learn her motives. If it took a little adrenaline rush to get the intel he was after, all the better. He crept a little closer, his ears twitching with anticipation.

The unicorn continued to ignore him. She came up alongside Meadow Lark, nudging the pony with a hoof. “Meadow. You okay?” Narcisse’s eyes narrowed as he listened intently. How did that earth pony pull off her teleport, anyway?

That intel’s going to be especially useful.

“Ugh…” The earth pony’s voice trailed off before she sat up and placed a hoof on her bleeding head. Her entire side was stripped bare of a good deal of her fur coat, damage caused by teleporting while being frozen to concrete, he supposed.

“What happened?” Meadow’s eyes darted to Narcisse. He inclined his head pleasantly in response. “Ugh, why’s he still here?” She sank back down to the concrete floor, rubbing at the wound while waving the other hoof vaguely. “Go… drain his brain or something—and why is this floor so damn cold?”

Narcisse frowned at that. Drain his brain…? The earlier reports of the librarian and the custodians at the Convention Center came to mind.

“I had to make sure you were all right,” Tempest mumbled. “Needed to know how I should measure my response.”

A tranquilizer dart struck Meadow in the flank, and after a moment her eyes went unfocused again. Narcisse frowned. He had released two, but the one bound for the unicorn had bounced harmlessly away. Turned out that Tempest was using a shield of some sort, it just hadn’t been visible until the dart made contact. Or it hadn’t been an active effect until the strike. Either way, the magic was subtle. And skilled.

“I’m right here, you know.” Narcisse growled, using a sliver of his magic to reholster the tranquilizer gun. “And since your shield is good against darts, let’s raise the stakes. If I win, you talk. If you lose, I pummel you until you plead for me to let you talk. Hopefully your friend isn’t caught in the crossfire.

Tempest glared back at him coldly. “You’re quite the monster, aren’t you?”

Narcisse inclined his head. “You would know.” He widened his stance, lowering his horn to point right at her. “Let’s do this.”

In a blink, Tempest teleported directly behind him.

“Too obvious,” he muttered, before copying the maneuver. Two could play at that game. Before Tempest could spin around, Narcisse’s horn shot out a blue beam , freezing Tempest’s hooves to the floor. With a flick of his head he directed a pallet of boxes from a shadowy corner of the room towards her position.

Let’s see if your shield stops something bigger than a tranq dart… He smiled grimly. A lot bigger.

Tempest grunted as she tried to whirl around to face him. Ice crackled as she finally freed her hooves from the ice, but not before the pallet he had hurled smashed against her shield. The boxes and their mechanical contents thundered across the floor with a roar of splintering wood and clattering metal. Tempest’s shield flashed a brilliant pale green upon impact, but the energy held. After another second, Tempest’s bubble disappeared from view.

Narcisse’s mind analyzed his field test as he looked to reacquire the mare. Two things had impressed him. First, she had been able to free her hooves from the ice. That would only be possible if she were a powerful earth pony or if her shield had somehow reduced his magical effect. The second thing that caught his attention was the fact that Tempest had been taken by surprise, if her eyes widening in fright just before impact. The mare was most likely not an experienced duelist. Her shield probably held due to a combination of actual talent and dumb luck.

Not spotting the mare with his eyes, Narcisse reached out with his magic. He found her skulking in the shadows in the alcove where he drew the pallet from.

“So your shield can take a hit,” Narcisse taunted. “I read the police reports of your predicted thaumic abilities, so tell me: what else can you do?” Instead of waiting for a response, Narcisse planned his attack. In his mind, he drew a series of interconnected teleports with a preloaded trigger for a magical attack at each jumping point, all aimed at his target. Disorienting for most unicorns, but not him. Turning directly to face her, he fired off a spell that imprinted a homing rune on her shield’s surface, doing the complex spellwork of matching the two magic frequencies in his mind. Once the symbol took root, he rapidly blinked away.

Appearing with his attack pre-loaded, he fired a disruptive energy beam from her three o’clock before blinking away again. Repeating the maneuver, he popped in behind her and released his second preloaded trigger, this time a cone of ice.

Smiling, he blinked away again. By now, her shield should be getting hard to maintain. If she stays put, the strain will only increase. If she teleports, she will have to divide her focus, but then the trap will be sprung. A unicorn with no dueling experience had absolutely no business facing him.

When he reappeared for his third attack, Tempest had teleported to the other side of the warehouse.

Bingo.

The rune on her shield flared to life, pulling his horn toward her new position. Teleportation by its nature is disorienting, but now that the rune was active, there was nowhere she could go that he could not follow, able to reorient and fire on her position before she would be able to return fire.

He brought up his next attack, a lance of force sharpened to a single point, a spell he affectionately called his shield killer. The energy struck home with a blinding flash, but he was already blinking away again, his smile growing.

As each attack found its mark, each hit successfully reinforcing the energy of the previous, it was only a matter of time. His heart raced with adrenaline as he continued his onslaught, preparing his next attack. He didn’t know which strike would finally collapse her shield, but he hoped she would survive the event. If worse came to worse and she didn’t survive, well—at least he could just plead self-defense.

Tempest had teleported again, but the rune redirected Narcisse again. He released a hellstorm of fire at her, before blinking away again and letting loose another lance of force, this one directly towards her face.

The tramp had been smiling. Fine! I’ll give her something stronger to chew on!

Narcisse appeared yet again, his breathing now becoming more rapid. He stared her down, gathering more power. If she wanted him to be a little more rough, he could oblige. He directed a blast of intensified energy, magnitudes greater than the beams he had fired before. Her shield would have little chance of holding at this point, but he didn’t care. The scintillating energy made contact.

In a blink, the shield around her changed, taking the hit and then morphing into something that spiraled and coalesced, pulsing behind her in a glowing sphere. His mouth fell open as she released the energy, the blast arcing towards him in a wall of flame.

There was no dodging a wall of pure energy. Narcisse cast a hastened teleport, blinking away just as the flame was about to make contact. He landed in a heap, back to the far side of the warehouse. His nerves jangled with fire as pain sliced through his body from the hastened spell he had been forced to cast. Teleportation should never be rushed. Climbing to his feet, he grimaced. There was no way he would show weakness now, and that attack must’ve sapped her strength.

Narcisse wheeled around, noting that with his new position, the earth pony was now safely behind Tempest.

Was she just waiting to line up her shot? What was that spell she used? That was cutting it close.

Narcisse tried to slow his breathing as he analyzed the situation. He smiled as he tried to ignore his protesting lungs. No shield. She had nothing left. He glanced at the wall behind her, its surface scorched black from whatever spell that was. The windows had been blown out, and he could still hear the sound of glass breaking outside.

“You’re making quite the scene, Tempest.” Narcisse called, watching her as she slipped over to the side, partially concealing herself in the shadow of an overhang. He wiped the sweat from his brow. “After that ruckus, I’m sure we’ll have company soon. Why don’t you come quietly before anypony gets hurt?” He glanced meaningfully at Meadow before taking a gamble and aiming his horn at the downed pony.

“You keep making these threats, Narcisse.” Her tone sounded oddly flat. “But I haven’t found much to be concerned about yet.”

Narcisse tried not to snarl, but this little unicorn had just pushed a button. “Is that so?” It’s time to plead self-defense. “Okay, then. See if you can stop this one.”

With that, his horn flared to life, but before he could release the spell the unicorn vanished. She didn’t blink away—more like she melded into the shadows behind her. There was only one pony that he knew of that could meld into shadows like that.

A hoof clocked his horn.

Pain knifed its way into his frontal lobe. Narcisse crashed onto his side, his barrel thudding to the concrete as a whoosh of air left his lungs. Leaving the concrete smeared with his sweat, he scrabbled to his hooves again, shaking his head to clear it. Gritting his teeth, his shield reactivated again. Maybe now was a good time for backup?

Seriously. What is with this mare? And how in Equestria did she get into my shield? The shadow—she melded into one... did she spring up out of the one I had been casting? What—

“That was a nice salvo you had.” Tempest grinned. “Too bad my last dueling opponent was Celestia.” Her horn ignited, this time drawing out some flickering arcs of violet light from the eye-shaped pendant hanging from her neck. “And besides that… my Mom was a pretty good teacher.”

Shaking his head again to clear it, Narcisse growled as he struggled to intensify his shield. The flickering violet light from the pendant passed right through it, cascading towards his face. The last thing he noticed was Tempest’s eyes, now staring at him in a mismatch of green and violet.

There was suddenly a deep, foreboding presence in his mind.

* * *

Cipher Street -- 7:17 PM

What an amazing day!

Headstrong couldn’t stop smiling. Usually, when he returned home after a semi-honest day’s work, he would just feel like laying around and doing nothing. That was typical life: get kicked around by more important ponies, run around to do their bidding, then go home and find something entertaining. Entertaining usually meant hanging around with his buddies, but occasionally his old mare would yell at him to come home and pay attention to his little colt and filly.

Sometimes he’d listen.

But now?

Now he was fulfilled. Now his life had greater meaning. He was no longer a two-bit run amuck stallion scraping by. What could bits matter when there were amulets? After that blessed yellow unicorn had touched his mind—touched him in a way that was so profound? He felt so complete! His purpose had been found, and now all was bliss.

It was magnificent, to feel like you were finally in control of everything. To be sure; to know. The power and knowledge that he possessed were unmatched! Before, he was a Fillydelphia nopony… But now? He had punched his ticket. Found his life’s work. And what he was doing today was going to eventually revolutionize all of Equestria.

At three o’clock, Flim and Flam hosted a pair of executives from a courier company for a demonstration. The two listened with polite disinterest.

At least they did until they saw the actual results. Headstrong smiled as he thought of their incredulous expressions as they tried, again and again, to disprove what was right in front of their faces. With each test, the execs gradually went from disbelief to joy, watching as the test subjects continued running faster and longer than anypony could have imagined. By the end of the meeting, several contracts were signed.

Secret contracts, of course. They couldn’t have their competition figure out what was going on. Not until all of the competition was driven straight out of business. There would be only one courier company to serve all of Equestria, and ponies wouldn’t care how they did it—only that they could deliver goods on the cheap.

A few hours later, the owner for the Fillydelphia Flyers Hoofball team was there. The Flyers had been at the bottom of the standings for the past three years. Made it hard to be a fan of those ponies sometimes. Well, that was sure to change! Look out, Manehattan Maulers! Move over, Baltimare Bruisers! Every other team in the division will have to contend with a new champion, and Headstrong would soon be wearing his Flyers colors proudly.

And this was just the beginning! Amulets were going to do all sorts of things, but he couldn’t tell anyone yet. Not yet. He grinned as he listened to the bits jingling in his saddlebags. He was going to go straight home and kiss his mare. No, scratch that! He was going to go buy a beautiful bouquet of flowers, get a bottle of some vintage wine, and sweep her right off her hooves! He would even put his little colt and filly to bed early.

His mare…

Headstrong brought a hoof to his chin and hummed. Sometimes, she seemed so dissatisfied with her job as a secondary teacher. Other days, she came home happy because something good had happened. But on the whole? Dahlia Glow just seemed rather worn down due to the behavior of some of her little fillies and colts. If only she could feel as inspired as he did! If only she could taste of his surety, his dedication!

But wait… She could!

He knew she could. This feeling he had inside, this gift given by the yellow mare? All he had to do was meet horns with her, and push that magical feeling forward.

What about her students?

What if they were down, or came from a broken home, or maybe just needed a little more focus? Dahlia could do the same for them! Think of it—all those fourth graders causing trouble? Struggling to figure out who they were as ponies? Suddenly they would no longer wonder! They could be sure as well, and they would be wholly dedicated to their work!

It was perfect. Dahlia Glow would be a teacher beyond compare. Her students would be unparalleled in their achievements. And soon he would be famous: Headstrong—maker of amulets. Harbinger of a new age.

It was only just beginning.

Author's Note

Oof.

I guess the story is kind of going into a pathogen vector angle, eh? More things are in motion. What will be the fallout of Headstrong's intention? Of Narcisse's infiltration? Time to turn up the heat.

Also time to thank my pre-readers: primarily for Seriff Pilcrow's input, but also for Javarod's and LuckyShadowWolf's input. Oh, and can't forget Frozen Light's input too.

Until next chapter, gang! To be continued!

Chapter Seventeen: Control, Your Delusion

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Chapter One Part A: Exile

Year of Alicorn Rule 317

“Thought I might find you here, Sister.”

Celestia turned an ear, listening to her younger sister’s wings as Luna came to a landing nearby. Luna stepped closer, coming shoulder to shoulder with her sister as the two surveyed the desolate wasteland before them. A dull shine glinted off of some of the discarded armor strewn across the valley, the light intensifying as the sun moved upwards from the range to the east.

After a minute of silence, Luna turned to her sister, dropping her head slightly before speaking. “Would you like to have more time before we partake in the ceremony?”

“Nay. I am ready to go,” Celestia said. “But what of you---are you absolutely sure?”

Luna raised her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you doubt my heart on the matter? The council has worked on this for many months, and they have consulted with me every much as you. I am every bit as committed.”

Celestia sat back on her haunches, turning to regard her sister more fully. The darker alicorn stood resolute and proud, meeting her gaze with eyes of turquoise flint.

Satisfied, Celestia turned to look out across the battlefield again, this time bringing a helm near with her magic. “It’s hard to believe that it was only a year ago.”

"Indeed," Luna replied.

Continuing to stare at the helm now before her, Celestia turned it over as she continued. "I fear it has left a stain that will never fade. We thought our unification had been perfect. That after so many years of peace this could never happen… But as for Morning Gleam…”

“Yours was not the only child that did our cause harm, Celestia. We’ve both had children that proved the same: if a leader can multiply his power by playing to the fears and discrimination of the ignorant…”

“Yes, but this time---” Celestia closed her eyes, a tear finally making its way down her cheek before she hurled the helmet away. “It was the greatest armed conflict since the inception of our rule! How many ponies paid in blood for his hubris? I… I can still hear the sound of steel striking upon steel, magical blasts and hurled weapons… the pounding of hooves upon the earth.”

Celestia began to choke up as Luna watched silently, her mane wavering gently in the breeze.

“And when it was over, the town of Silverton and its surrounding regions had lost over a thousand lives.” Celestia gritted out. “Ponies killing ponies! So many hewn down in the name of their cause. It was the greatest honor they could ask for, to be struck down in the field of battle.” Celestia’s hoof came down, cracking against the ground with enough force to shatter stone. “As if their sacrifice would really mean something. As if it would be honored or revered throughout the annals of history.”

Luna placed a hoof gently against her shoulder. “Not all of them were so indoctrinated as that, Celly. You know as well as I that their reasons were many and varied. And many were only moved because of fear.”

"Yet, it was the greatest scene of bloodshed in over two hundred years." Celestia turned away from the valley below, a heavy weight pulling her wings and her ears down as she glanced up to her rising sun. "In the end, they were still doing the work of death, whether it was their own fanatic beliefs or not. It had to be stopped. He had to be stopped.

Celestia closed her eyes as she recalled the two sides engaged in the conflict. She remembered the look of hatred in Morning Gleam’s eyes as he wielded magics most foul, slaughtering opposition by the dozens. She remembered his look of surprise and dismay as she descended upon the scene, bringing about the fury of the sun. More ponies fell, scorched by the flames of her righteous anger as she sundered the two armies apart, laying down a wall of white-hot flames as the field kindled into an inferno.

“You acted swiftly, sister. And you put a stop to the loss of even more lives. You drove Gleam’s uprising straight into the ground.”

Celestia knew this. She also knew why it was no other pony would hear from her son again. And also, why the rest of her kin would receive no more to their numbers.

Luna let out a long breath, resettling her wings for a moment. “His cause was not unique. It was the same arguments as of old. Nevertheless, it was only after he got too close to the sun that he realized his wings were made of wax,” Luna offered.

Silence again permeated the wind, and both Sisters dipped their heads to honor those who were lost.

“I trust the Lords of the Court are ready?” Celestia broke the silence.

“Indeed. Are you ready to depart?”

Celestia gave one last look over the field. "Goodbye, my son. May the fields you wander in now be far greener than what you found with me. Come, Luna. The dead live in the past, and we must tend to the present. Let us take the oath of respice prolem prohibitus. Here is where our lineage will end, so that we can govern in greater peace. So that no other pony will suffer for any failing of mine.”

***

Year of Alicorn Rule 514

Night darkened the landscape as the weary unicorn made her way down into the next valley. Behind her, the remaining glow of the western sunset had faded into the trees. Her aching body was nearing exhaustion, but at least the geas that compelled her allowed her to sleep.

She hated the geas, almost as much as she hated the pony who had left her with this curse. All she knew was that she had to go east. Delay too long? A crushing sense of guilt and anxiety would ensue. An urgent compulsion that would begin as a flicker, eventually giving way to a raging inferno that demanded her submission: a sense that she needed to act or die. Her own magic was no match for this kind of power. Not even her amulet, which she considered her life’s work, was able to negate it. Not when the originator was Princess Celestia herself. And now that Princess Luna was banished, Celestia would retain her power forever more.

Tempest scanned the valley below, compensating for the muted glow of the moon rise by intensifying her illumination spell. The trail turned, descending into a shadowy thicket, but beyond that the glen seemed to open up into an area with comparatively less trees and cover. Further, there was a murmuring sound of a burbling brook. After the low point of the glen, the terrain changed again, climbing steadily upwards and turning rocky and sheer with a few cliff formations.

Cliffs were of no concern: she was more than capable with her teleportation abilities. But since night was falling, it was time to set up camp.

Camping... Why would anypony camp for fun, anyway? Where was the fun in it? If it were me, I would rather curl up on a comfy mattress warm in my quarters, reading by the light of my horn under a blanket, thank you very much!

Really... where was the appeal in packing a bunch of uncomfortable gear and bland rations on one’s back, hauling it clumsily through rough terrain, grunting and straining to set up a drafty shelter, and then cooking food in the most inconvenient of manners, seasoned with wood ash?

Tempest's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the spatter of a raindrop hitting her nose. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. Arriving at a clearing and finding the area acceptable, she surveyed the brook, taking note of a variety of tall grasses and underbrush and noting some edible reeds and berries. Finding no sign of predators, Tempest busied herself with her saddle bags, unpacking and arranging the contents in preparation to set up camp.

Her thoughts wandering while she worked, Tempest thought back to when her life became much more interesting. Fifteen years ago, on her birthday, her adoptive mom's best friend helped her apply to Sisters Academy. Mavis Morel was the odd pegasus that lived next door, by far the minority in a predominantly earth pony village, but despite that, she was the closest Tempest had to a family member other than her adoptive mom, and due to her connections she was essential in the school's applications process.

Several months into Tempest's studies, at the tender age of fourteen, Tempest was brought before Princess Luna in her private office. It was then that she learned of her parentage, that Luna was her birth mother, and the Captain of the Lunar Guard, Storm Sabre, was her sire. Before she was released back to her dorms that evening, she had learned not only that she was a princess, but that for the good of Equestria, and to keep the status quo, she needed to keep the information in absolute secrecy.

It seemed wrong, at least at first. It seemed covert and shameful. Why should her birth and her parentage be hidden—as if it were something sullied or indecent? Why should she be given such a noble birthright, and yet never be able to claim it? Apparently, about two hundred years before she was born, the princesses swore an oath that they would never have offspring again. Apparently, Tempest had been a mistake. Apparently, if the information were to get out, incredible political pressures could be applied by the noble class. Plans would be set in motion, either to mar Luna as the rightful ruler, or to target Tempest as a means to gain prestige and connections. It was better for the time being, Luna insisted, that Tempest complete her schooling without such a whirlwind of chaos. Tempest had to agreed wholeheartedly. This remained the situation during her first two years at the Academy.

Until...

Without warning, Tempest's anger flared up into a fiery, bitter stream of rage. She thought about that night, and how she had been powerless to do anything about it. All she had been left with was a desperate gambit, a promise: A covenant made to her mother, on the last night that she saw Luna alive, before she had been banished to the moon.

Tempest squeezed her eyes shut and blew out a heated breath. In the past, her anger had served her well, driving her to complete her research and development into what she thought would be an ultimate weapon. Now however? Now it was impotent, useless. Now she was left feeling worn thin, and empty. There was nothing left to drive towards. Nothing but oblivion.

However, I suppose my sentence is a kindness... A boon, compared to what Celestia did to her.

But even so, I am left with nothing! My plans came to naught, and now my failure is absolute! Every time I see the moon rise, and I see Mom’s visage upon it... it only serves as a monument to my failure. Every time the sun rises, and the light shines upon my face, the warmth is no longer comforting, no longer gentle: it is mocking, scorching, unrelenting. And it burns me to my core.

I.

Hate.

Celestia.

It had felt good to unleash her fury in a dizzying array of attacks upon the surprised alicorn. Tempest's amulet had been hoped to win out, along with the element of surprise.

Unfortunately, her attacks hardly left a scratch.

All she could cherish now was Celestia's stupid and stunned expression as she hammered away at the usurper's magical defenses. For a short moment, the feeling was intoxicating; glorious... But now? Now Celestia would get away with her act of utter betrayal and ambition.

A swooping sound approached from behind, followed by a few wing beats and the familiar sound of four metal-shod hooves clopping onto the hard earth. Tempest chuckled weakly—at least this particular pony was making it easier to say goodbye to what she was leaving behind. Gazing back at the yellow-orange pegasus, she watched as Lance Corporal Summer Wind folded his wings and tossed his red mane to the side. Her eyes trailed over to the insignia marking the paldrons of his armor. It was the newly incorporated farce of a seal, the mark of the now fully integrated Royal Guard.

It looked like Aunt Celestia's cutie mark, only repackaged.

Tartarus take Celestia and her recycled military insignia!

Tartarus take Celestia's lackey!

“The time is 1917, checking in as per my orders. You've been under continuous surveillance since 1400, Ms. Convict, and you seem to be making good time. Anything to report?” The guard sounded bored, but Tempest could still sense the spiteful indifference in his words.

And why not? She had only recently attempted to take down his beloved ruler. Given the chance, he would probably smile as he ran her through! Apparently, however, his orders were instead to ensure her safe passage to the coast, so that she she might board a ship departing for Gryphus.

Tempest schooled her features into a neutral expression so that she might make her reply. “I have nothing to say to you, Summer Wind. Go back to your spying, you perv." Tempest turned back to the folds of canvas that would soon make her shelter for the evening. "What happened, spent too long fishing at the lake back there? Maybe wishing I would just get eaten by a wyvern?”

The guard opened his mouth to reply, but then he stopped with a nasty smirk. “Wyvern, eh? Yes, that would be something." He stroked his chin with an armored hoof. "Sadly, I would be entirely unable to overpower such an opponent, and you would meet a rather messy end."

He altered his voice to make it sound all the more pinched and whiny. It suited him. "Oh, sorry, Princess Celestia. Yes, I tried, but I couldn’t save her. Yes, torn limb from limb. Yes ma’am, I will go wash out the latrines. Thank you for your leniency..."

He turned around and chuckled, tightening a few straps on his armor. "Sleep well, Ms. Convict. There are many such beasts in these parts, but wyvern wings have a very distinctive sound." He chuckled again, the sound growing more malicious as he took off, heading into the tree canopy for his night watch. "It might be the last sound you hear!”

Tempest watched him go. “Armor bound, metal headed jerk.” She still wondered why her aunt would even care if she made it to the coast. Her exile had come so suddenly, it was like the sequence of events had given her whiplash. There hadn't been any trial. No formal sentencing. All she received was a speedy healing by the palace medical staff, a pair of saddlebags hastily packed by the castle guard, and then a maximum-range teleport spell provided by Celestia herself. Oh, she was sent away with one more thing: the armored Pig-a-sus, Summer Wind.

Tempest glanced at her Amulet for a moment, thankful that Celestia had let her keep it. Watching as the jerk-a-sus began to unroll his bedding on a sizable branch half-way up a tree, Tempest smirked as she had a thought. “Hey, SomeWind!" Yep, there was the old unenthused glare she was used to. "It’s uh... kind of a chilly out tonight. You want me to use my Amulet to kindle your tree? It’ll keep you nice and toasty warm!”

“You do that and you’ll have no defense at all if a predator comes around. You can’t stay awake the whole time you know!” Tempest gave an insolent grin at the slight hitch of worry in his voice. She had definitely struck a note there. He had undoubtedly heard about her ferocious battle with Celestia. What he didn't know is that the amulet was mostly drained. The grin slid off her face however as he rolled his bedding back up and took flight over to a more distant tree. She thought about informing him of the risk if he set up his post at that distance, but she clamped her mouth shut.

I won’t give him the satisfaction.

Panning her eyes from the line of trees over to the more rocky terrain across the bank of the brook, Tempest returned to her task of setting up her tent. A howl of some sort sounded in the distance, but it was probably fine.

Probably.

The guard had oaths to keep, and he would swing back around to a more appropriate distance once she was asleep in her tent.

Hopefully... Either way, she needed to rest, as the option to stay for a while was unavailable.

Clearing a small spot on the ground with her magic, Tempest dragged kindling and larger pieces of wood to the center. Sending an incendiary spark from her horn, she stayed with the growing fire until the larger sized fuel was burning as well. Turning in place to warm her backside, she poured some milled grain into a pot and added some sweetener before she trotted over to the stream for some fresh water.

Gruel. Sure, it is warm and can fill you up, but the taste? Not even its name sounded appetizing. A coincidence that it rhymes with cruel? I think not.

It wasn’t fine dining, but it did warm her belly. After cleaning up her mess kit, Tempest retired to her tent. She hoped with the vegetation nearby that she could find some berries to add to her breakfast before having to break camp and depart. That would improve her gruel’s taste considerably. With the thought of fresh berries, she sighed and rolled over, trying to get comfortable.

***

Thirty-one meters in the air, silently clinging to her perch on the tree like a bird of prey, a pegasus mare watched through narrow gaps in the tree line. She raised a hoof to tuck her blond braids back under her cap before adjusting her amulet-tech visual enhancement device to zoom in on her target. It was the best kind of tech that amulets had to offer, dubbed the VEOS-V, short for Vision Enhancement Optical Scopes—fifth generation. It was something now gaining regular use by the Royal Guard Special Ops Division. A camouflage body-suit almost completely covered her purple fur, helping her blend seamlessly into her cover.

The night vision function of the magically enhanced lenses showed the tent in a stark grayscale contrast. Mavis had deactivated the magnification setting in favor of switching to night vision after the unicorn’s horn went dark. Hopefully the hornheads back in Canterlot would get it right next time. If a VEOS Mark VI was planned, maybe the research and development team would fix the interference between the magics of the magnification mode and the night vision mode so both could be used simultaneously.

Adjusting her position, Mavis panned far to the right to observe the pegasus guard that was setting up his station. He was about 50 meters away, near the top of a taller hardwood, and he seemed to be quietly removing his armor. Mavis' eyes narrowed a bit. If this guard's intention was to protect his charge while she slept, doing so without wearing his armor was a lousy way to fulfill his duties. Mavis continued to watch, studying him to see what he had planned.

***

The hoof wrappings that Mavis wore were useful to protect her chronic tendonitis. This would be their first time used as restraints. Unable to find room on the branch Summer Wind was sleeping on, Mavis leaned back from the branch directly over his head, hanging from her knees as she regarded him from her upside-down position. Visually scanning all four of his limbs to ensure he wouldn't be able to pull himself free, she gave a grim smile of satisfaction. This soldier would get quite the dressing down for being derelict in his duty. Unless his plans were more nefarious than that.

Reaching a hoof forward with a feather-light touch, Mavis pressed a potion vial against the sleeping corporal's lips. Drawing her other hoof back and taking careful aim, she delivered a measured blow to his larynx with a muted thump, striking just hard enough to trigger his swallowing reflex.

Summer Wind coughed out a gasp before snapping his mouth closed to swallow, flinching against his bindings. Already in motion and striking like a waiting cobra, Mavis had inserted the vial into his mouth before he could close it. Sputtering and choking, the guard flailed around in his bindings like a fish in a net, the vial battered aside and falling to the forest floor. Mavis merely pressed his chin upwards with a hoof, closing his mouth with a none-too-gentle force and getting into his face.

“Stop struggling, Lance Corporal Wind," Mavis hissed. "Stand and report!” Instead of settling down, the guard's struggling became more frantic, coughing and gagging before he gasped out a response.

“I… you… what did you give me?! Who are you?”

Mavis activated a glow-crystal and held it up to her face while pulling off the VEOS-V with her other hoof, allowing him to see her properly.

Summer Wind stopped his panicked struggling as his head drew back in shocked recognition. “M-Major Morel? What in the blazing flanks of the sun are you doing here?”

“Blazing what? You want to check your terminology corporal?”

“I… I mean, uh, ma’am, yes ma'am! What in the name of Celestia are you doing here, ma’am!”

Mavis lunged forward again, this time contacting his head with her own and driving it back into the tree trunk behind him with a thump. The bindings around his wrists snapped taught with the motion, lifting his forelegs up like a marionette. “As a matter of fact I am here in the name of Celestia, lance corporal!" Mavis growled in a dangerously low voice. "Now come to attention and report!”

Out of reflex, the pegasus attempted to salute. Comically, his hoof pulled uselessly against the binding while he tried to stiffen and straighten his body out, stifling a cough. Mavis smiled inwardly, as she knew she now had his undivided attention. “I have been tracking Tempest for ten days now ma'am, as per my orders. I have been providing security during her sleep cycle, getting my own rest in the morning, and then reacquiring the target in the afternoon to continue surveillance." The bindings wavered as he tried to salute again.

Mavis drew back slightly, furrowing her brows and cocking her head to one side in mock confusion. Now that he had pushed back a pace, she lowered herself down onto his branch, all the while keeping firm pressure against his chest with a hoof. “What? I’m sorry, corporal, but I don't think you are clear on what time it is.”

Summer Wind’s eyes widened slightly. “Ma’am?”

The pegasus bared her teeth and pushed forwards, this time pressing her entire barrel against him, snapping the bindings taught. “I asked you what time it is, lance corporal!” She spat. “Because I know I couldn’t have been watching you sleep while on duty—that wasn’t what I was seeing through this VEOS on my forehead. Right? Corporal?”

The pegasus slumped slightly in his bindings before turning his head away. He spoke through a clenched jaw. “Yes… Ma’am.”

Mavis’ eased up the pressure on his chest as her voice suddenly turned more conversational, but in a way, more deadly. “Good. I just have one more question, corporal. Did you or did you not know of the plot to murder Tempest while she was to be ferried across the sea from Turtle Bay to Gryphus? Tell me plain.”

Summer Wind’s eyebrows shot up. “Plot to murder...?" Summer Wind's eyes got bigger as Mavis produced a wickedly curved hoofblade out of nowhere before pressing it mercilessly against his throat. "I knew nothing about it! This is the first I've heard!" Mavis continued the pressure, her eyes turning cold as a winter's night. "I swear it on Celestia’s throne!”

With a quick movement, Mavis cut through the bindings, allowing him to recoil into a fetal position before losing his balance and rolling backwards off the branch. Summer hastily spread his wings and flapped back up to re-assume his station on the branch, saluting and breathing heavily.

“At ease, corporal. You are dismissed.”

“What? I… but my orders.”

“Your orders are now my responsibility. I have intel that Tempest’s life is in danger, and I will see that she is delivered safely, as per Princess Celestia’s orders. That potion I administered was a truth serum, so I am satisfied you were not part of this plot. You are relieved, lance corporal!” Mavis spat out, her tone chill and final.

Stunned, the stallion could only blink a few times, looking at the tent of the sleeping unicorn before turning back and giving a final salute. "Yes ma’am. I will head back and report in.”

Mavis glared for a few more seconds before relaxing and softening her gaze. “Farewell.” She stood aside to allow the guard to pack away his supplies. Without another word, he took to the cool night air as she watched him depart. Following that, Mavis took off as well, circling to find a better perch.

Eventually, she settled on a fork of a massive oak, wide enough to set up her hammock comfortably. Such was important for a mature mare of 61, as her body was increasingly sending her status reports of unwanted information. She was still strong and wonderfully fit, but that didn't mean her knees and shoulders didn't tell her about it in the mornings. Really, for the most part her camping days were over, especially sleeping in a tree like a filly.

Mavis gave out a deep sigh, working to adjust herself into a more comfortable position. She tucked her blanket around her and then sat up and refocused her VEOS-V. It was going to be a long night—where did she leave that pouch of coffee?

***

Other than a couple of scavenging foxes, snuffling their way through the camp, the night had been peaceful. At regular intervals, Mavis had taken off to circle the periphery, roughly every fifteen minutes or so. She had two main goals: ensure Tempest's safety, and stretch her own stiffening hips and wing joints.

It had been an hour since Lance Corporal Wind had departed, and by this time he was likely several miles into his flight. Unless he stopped somewhere and tried to go back to his beauty rest. Mavis continued her vigil, working on a third pouch of coffee before she glanced down and noticed something new. Some kind of massive thing, silvery-metallic colored in appearance, was moving across the brook. It was closing in on the tent, and it was moving fast.

Hardly having time to think, Mavis lurched upwards out of her hammock, splashing her coffee to the side. How in the bloody Tartarus did she miss something like that during her patrols? It was huge! It moved like a reptile, stocky and low to the ground, and its head was massive - as wide as a pony was long. Eerily, it didn’t make a sound.

Having assessed the situation in an instant, Mavis threw herself down towards the creature, donning her hoof blades as she dove. There was only going to be one shot at this, but she had speed and surprise as a tactical advantage. She just prayed that it would be enough. Flaring out her wings slightly to adjust her approach vector, she angled up and veered for the creature’s neck.

Time seemed to slow in that last moment as she completed a quarter roll, pointing her left wing towards the sky while the right wing came close to the ground, a typical maneuver that would allow the hoof blade to strike across an unaware opponent. It was one of those rare moments that one could feel all of their senses heighten, as the moonlight filtered in through the forest canopy and the very texture of the tent fabric came into crystal detail. At the last moment, Mavis retracted her wings to deliver her strike. The last thing she noticed before impact was that the head of the creature was already pushing forward, deforming a panel of tent fabric as he made his way towards an easy warm meal. Gritting her teeth, Mavis readied herself for the blow. She hoped she had made it in time.

End Chapter One Part A

Author's Note

Father and daughter duo Sparkle Cola and Tillie-TMB presents: The Amulet of Shades

Many thanks to Seriff Pilcrow for his help in polishing the story in its final edits, and a special thank you to Irrespective for suggestions on writing a better intro. Your input was appreciated!

Chapter Two: Repatriation

Timbers of the passenger ship Windsong creaked as she rode the swells of the Celestial Sea. Pulling her cloak tighter to deflect another watery spray, a lone unicorn mare stood at the bow, her eyes intent on the horizon. Now on the third day of the voyage, the mixed crew of the Windsong had stopped bothering her to ask if she needed anything. They knew that she preferred her solitude.

If only one of the other passengers could be as observant.

“You’re up early!” the smaller pony chirped.

Sighing, Tempest peered around the edge of her hood to gaze at the ardent pony that she had met at the start of the voyage. Meadow Lark was a shorter-than-average earth pony, with a pale blue coat and a dark teal mane styled in a bob. Compared to Tempest who tended to be introverted even on her birthday, Meadow's personality was more sprightly than a parasprite rampage in a coffee factory.

Tempest shook her head slightly. Either ponies of the modern age had a different concept of personal space than the past, or this frenetic pony had issues.

Knowing that the mare would just pepper her with more questions if she didn't make some sort of reply, Tempest gathered her thoughts. “Actually, I'm not early at all. Rather, I'm here too late.” Tempest winced, realizing that her enigmatic answer likely didn't satisfy the mare at all.

"Too late? But the galley hasn't even fired up their grill yet..."

"Too late," Tempest reaffirmed, pulling her hood back to expose her yellow-tipped mane. She closed her eyes as she felt the cold sea mist on her cheeks, shuddering as she drew in a deep breath of the brisk salty air.

"About a thousand years too late."

---

One-thousand and twelve years earlier…

The door to Princess Luna’s study was just around the corner. Tempest's stomach growled a bit but she didn't mind the fact that her meetings with the Lunar Princess had become a regular occurrence. She she also didn't mind if her school mates sometimes gave her looks of suspicion or even jealousy. It was worth it for her mother.

What she did mind, however, was one particular Lunar Guard that seemed to increasingly be found on duty at 8:00 PM in front of Luna's chamber door. Tempest held the slim hope that tonight perhaps he was...?

Nope. Just like the last three evenings, Sergeant Blue Shield was there. He brightened up at her approach, as if it was some sort of surprise and he wasn't expecting her. She knew better.

The goof.

Lunar guards always guarded Luna's chamber in pairs, and tonight Blue Shield was paired with a lanky pegasus named Wind Shear. Thankfully, Officer Shear maintained a much better level of professionalism than his confederate. Tempest growled under her breath, just a little peeved at the absurdity of the situation.

“Hey, Temp!”

Did he have to bellow so loudly when I am merely ten meters out?

“How goes your special project of developing those amulet things? Have you given any more thought to my offer?”

Pressing her lips together, Tempest faced up to the door. Maybe if she ignored him he would go away? She noted with some chagrin that Blue was partially blocking the portal instead of doing his job properly and standing to the side of it. With how he was positioned, she would have to get into his personal space to rap a hoof on the door.

“C'mon! Just imagine it!" Tempest kept her face neutral as she watched him, his ears perked up like a colt's on Hearth's Warming Eve. He swept a hoof across him in a grand gesture. "Imagine: an enchanted amulet that turns a pony into a total player! A total stallion magnet! A mare that could have any stallion she chooses!"

Maybe if she gave him a flat enough look, he might step to the side and take a hint? Tempest took a step to the side, considering her best angle of approach, but Blue pushed right on ahead.

"You see it, don't you? Why with my ideas and your uh..." He paused, noticing her frown. "With your better ideas, we could both be as rich as any noble house! Great way to start a life, eh?" Blue waggled his ideas for a second. Oh Tartarus, no! "Tonight. Meet me after you finish supper. I’ll tell all you more about it.”

Not seeing an easy route to knock on the door, Tempest got a better idea. She activated her horn and pulled Officer Shield's helmet off, ignoring his startled look. With a smirk, she raised a brow while she levitated the helmet back, crashing it into Luna's door a few times.

After a tick, Luna's magic opened the door. Her teal eyes looked over the assembly, pausing at each pony until they finally came to rest on Blue Shield, narrowing slightly. "Officer Shield?"

Blue snapped to attention pulling his helmet out of Tempest's aura and pulling it back on his addled head. "Er, yes your highness?"

"Could you detail for me why you stand guard at my chamber door with armor that isn't properly in place?"

"...Your grace?"

"The details, sergeant. I'm listening."

"I... er, uh... I mean when she... uh." Bemused, Tempest looked away to try to hide the little smile that was trying to etch its way onto her face. "Um. No excuse, ma'am."

"I see. Officer Shield?" Luna's voice was normally suave and gentle, but Tempest could hear something extra. Officer Shield was starting to sweat. "Since I'm dissatisfied with the details you provided, you will detail all of the armor in the armory.Maybe instead of guarding your special talent will come to be known as cleaning shields until you are blue. Since I am merciful, your shift will be generously expanded until the morn. Understood?"

Blue's head had been slowly dropping until now it was below his withers. His ears were pinned back to his head. "Yes, your highness."

Tempest watched him go, but figured it could use some parting advice. "Hey, Blue?" The guard paused for a moment, glumly looking back at her. "I'll have to take a rain check on that, but if you're interested, you might want to give the swing shift maid a visit on the 2nd floor, south wing."

Officer Shield dropped his head again and continued shambling away. Tempest began to close the door, but she paused again. "Just sayin!" he was almost past the corner, so she raised her voice. "She's got cute wings!"

The guard out of sight, Tempest caught a glimpse of Wind Shear's bemused expression before she pushed the door shut.
Luna had already taken her seat, gazing back at Tempest from behind her worktable. Her magic slowly stirred a sliver spoon in her tea while she waited, her expression unreadable while her mane floated gently in the air behind her.

"Mother?"

That seemed to pull Luna out of whatever funk she was in, her stoic expression melting into a small smile. “Tempest, my faithful student!" The princess's horn flashed, performing all of the familiar locking and sound-proofing privacy spells that were often the norm for their time spent together. It allowed them both to speak up above a whisper, and set their anxieties at ease. With another flash, Luna teleported back in front of her desk, sitting back on her haunches and spreading her forelegs wide. My most wonderful child, give your mother a hug!”

Rushing forward, Tempest felt herself enveloped in the cocoon of the Alicorn’s graceful embrace, all forelegs and downy soft wings. She beamed as she nuzzled into Luna’s comfy chest, listening to the ebb and flow of her breathing.

“You summoned me... your highness?” Tempest gave a cheeky grin as she pulled away from the hug again.

Luna pursed her lips. “Yes… quite.” Luna suddenly lost her mischievous smirk , turning to look away for a moment. To Tempest, she seemed particularly anxious tonight, as if she had recently seen a ghost. Tempest followed her mother's gaze to the documents and scrolls scattered across her worktable. “Thank you for being so prompt, Tempest. I heard a little of that conversation through the door. Sergeant Blue Shield bothering you?”

“It's fine," Tempest sighed. "At least it is now, after you sent him off. But how are you holding up, Mom?”

Frowning slightly, Luna heaved a sigh, placing a hoof on one of the scrolls on her desk. “Tempest. I don’t want to burden you further with the political sophistries of this nation.”

"It's... okay Mom. Tell me what you can."

Luna stared for a moment longer at her desk before her expression changed. She pushed Tempest back a little with both hooves, holding her in place to meet her gaze. “You are so mature, my daughter." Tempest blushed at the praise. "Normally I would not share information of such a sensitive nature, but I sense that your growing maturity, you will continue to thrive. That, coupled with your singular level of magical skill, marks you as one destined to become a remarkable pony. You truly are the daughter of an alicorn, with rare gifts and talents only hinting of your true potential.”

Tempest’s looked down, not comfortable with having this much praise heaped on her. Luna let go and stood up, beginning to walk slowly to the other side of her desk.

“I think the time has come to share somewhat more with you about the political environment of today's Equestria. And while these situations do not influence you directly, insulated as you are here in Sisters’ School, eventually they will. The secret of your heritage will eventually be revealed, and due to your unique position, you may yet play a key role.”

Tempest stood just a little taller, chewing her bottom lip nervously. She knew things had had been developing in the political realm, and that whatever was at play, it that had been giving her mother fits. Up until now, Tempest had only been able to gather bits and pieces. She knew some of it had to do with the rising tensions between her mother and Princess Celestia. She also knew some general information about significant political maneuverings by some of the stronger houses of nobles. She turned her gaze back to Princess Luna again and really looked. She had a good facade, but behind it she saw... fear? Anger? Mania? For lack of a better word, Luna looked haunted. Whatever tidings she bore, they weren’t going to be good.

“What is it, Mom? What has happened?” Tempest didn't want to let her fear show, but by Luna's reaction, she knew she had given away too much.

"Oh, my dear one." Luna circled her desk again, drawing near before placing to place cold, armored hoof-guard around Tempest’s shoulders. Tempest shivered as she felt the weight settle, but she wasn’t sure if her reaction was due to the metal resting against her coat or the sense of a heavy weight settling into her chest. Tempest looked up to find her mother’s eyes focused on her, studying her with an almost calculating look. At the moment Luna seemed more a hundreds of years-old ruler than a loving mother. There was a ringing power behind every word as she spoke.

“My political position has deteriorated, so much so that my situation has become dire. My recent efforts to bring greater freedoms and opportunities to our ponies, my efforts to grant more rights of land ownership to the common pony; both of these have cost me severely in my influence among the noble houses. Now they combine against me, to the point where I grow fearful of my sovereignty and rights in this realm.”

Tempest glared at the floor. “How many noble houses?”

“Enough of them.” Luna walked back behind her desk again, this time taking a seat. She pushed a document forward. “Tonight, I received tidings that the House of Marik has dismissed all of his advisors with Lunar ties. The only advisors they give any credence to now are firmly in Celestia's camp. At this rate, my influence in the governing of Equestria will soon amount to little more that a squeaking mouse, and I'll be little more than a figurehead.”

Tempest watched as a teardrop splashed on the stone tile below. “And Celestia?”

For several heartbeats, Tempest waited for a reply. When she finally looked up, she was startled as she looked into her mother's eyes, this time hardened into a cold and vicious glare. “My sister stands at the heart of this political storm. My spies indicate that she is the chief conspirator. She is fomenting rebellion and subversion against me, and she is swaying ponies of power towards her. It is no longer a matter of if my reign will be thwarted, only a matter of when. I am observant enough to see the signs."

“Now that my circle of trust has grown so small, it is well-nigh impossible to be kept fully apprised of all of Celestia’s movements. Now, with but a few simple maneuvers, she is poised to become the sole ruler of Equestria."

Tempest tried to slow her breathing, but to no avail. She had suspected something like this for several months, but she seemed to be the only one. None of her friends or professors seemed to have a clue. Tempest felt distraught and helpless, completely alone, but what could she do? She was only a second-year student of Sisters’ Academy. What was she in comparison to the political world of Equestria and ponies of such clout and power?

“W-what can we do, Mother?” came Tempest’s piteous cry, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

Radiating a cool grace and power, Luna loomed up before her, never breaking eye contact before lifting a hoof to gently wipe away her daughter’s tears. “I am not willing to give up my throne so easily, my child. While I may no longer be able to influence the larger noble houses, I can still appeal to the common pony. And while they may not fully appreciate my night’s wonders, there is so much more that I can offer them… I can give them what they seek.”

“W-what do you mean?” Tempest’s eyes widened with alarm. “You would turn the commoners against the nobles?”

Princess Luna’s eyes narrowed for a minute, studying her daughter before turning around again to point an armored hoof at her desk. Unscrolled across the top was a map of Equestria, with neighboring nations marked in either red or green for enemies and allies respectively. “At present, we don’t wield sufficient influence to act, Tempest, but not all is lost. Celestia has the majority of the nobles, but I will soon influence the majority of the masses. The nobles hold more sway with our military… but I have more allies and contacts in other regions."

“I have sent emissaries to Minos and Gryphus. I have been speaking to my allies in these neighboring kingdoms to garner support and to reinforce my legitimacy. My aim is not war, but to solidify my rule and maintain the balance of power that Equestria hold dear. My position of strength will prevent outright war.”

Tempest looked over the map on display, studying the markers and labels pointing out points of interest in the nations mentioned. It all seemed so much bigger than her world at present, where all she needed to worry about was passing the potions class exam in two days. “And what can I do?”

Tempest felt her mother’s touch, the taller alicorn nuzzling along the side of her neck before whispering in her ear. “Clear your mind of such concerns for the present. Your mother is doing what she can to preserve her reign. In so doing, I will secure your status as well.”

Tempest swallowed. She wanted to understand, but it seemed Luna did not want to get into the specifics of what she was suggesting, so Tempest didn't want to pry.

“I am sorry I have not been more attentive to your needs as of late.” Luna looked searchingly into Tempest’s eyes. “Do not dwell upon it. Your help to me is best rendered by your success in your studies. Continue to excel. Also continue this exciting new development you are working on: find a way! Push forward until you triumph, and make the first successful amulet. Indeed, such a wondrous tool might also be key to help restore the balance of power.”

Feeling her hope re-kindling, Tempest wiped the tears that were forming in her eyes. Straining, she choked down the sobs that were trying to spring forth. “Yes, mother. I can do that.”

“Truly you are a wonderful daughter.” Luna murmured, as she stepped back from the smaller mare. Luna lit her horn, preparing to open the door as it began to glow to her corresponding aura, but she hesitated. “However… there might be one thing that you can do…”

“Anything, Mother.”

“If what I fear becomes a reality and Celestia does attempt a coup, I may need your presence near. I would be most grateful if you could stand ready to respond to my signal if I should call.”

Tempest’s mind raced. Princess Luna wanted her present? To do what? What could she, a lowly sixteen year-old unicorn, do against the military, and a being as mighty as Princess Celestia?

Luna met her gaze again, her eyes now glittering beneath the icy blue aura of her horn. Her gaze lanced into Tempest's soul, making her blood run chill all the way down to her hooves. “If you see my moon rush up to cover the hateful sun, that will be my signal. And you will come to my aid?” Luna’s eyes seemed to swallow her up, and Tempest found that she couldn’t look away if she tried. Again she felt acutely that sensation of a heavy weight in her heart, only now it seemed to grow and radiate out like icy tendrils. Icy or no, it filled her body with resolve and purpose.

Whatever Princess Luna would ask she would do. It was her duty. It was her right. Tempest stood straight and proud, squaring her shoulders and pounding a hoof into the stony floor. Princess Luna needed her, and she would not fail! “I swear it, my princess! If you call me, I shall come.”

“But if I should fall, my dear— ”

“ —Mother, no!”

“If I should fall… don't reveal your allegiance to Celestia. She would quickly overpower you, which is something that I could not bear. If I should fall, then your mission will be to bide your time. Become successful; become powerful, and develop your technology of amulets. One day you and your amulets may yet avenge me.”

“I swear it, Mother. I swear it!”

***

“Are you okay?”

Tempest shook her head to clear it. She had checked out there for a second. “Apologies, Meadow Lark. Thy words were only---"

Tempest paused, raising a hoof to her mouth as if she were about to stuff those words back down her gullet. “Uh. That is to say I took no offense from your speech! Thank you, my dear pony, for your um... concern?”

Meadow Lark's grin was slowly growing wider. “See! I told you that when you get flustered, you start to slip into archaic speech! With a thee thee here and a thou thou there!” Her grin burst into a bunch of bubbly giggles. “Ya gonna deny it now?”

Deciding not to grace that with a response, Tempest just shot her a flat look before turning and looking out across the water towards the horizon. Meadow joined her at he rail, rearing up to rest her forehooves along the surface. “Meadow? What do you know about Princess Luna’s return to Equestria twelve years ago?”

“Well," Meadow ventured. "No more than anypony else, I suppose." Two seagulls flew below them likely looking for anything cast off from the galley. After a few more moments, she continued. "As the story goes, it was during the Summer Sun Celebration that Nightmare Moon attacked. It was then that she escaped her thousand year imprisonment on the moon. Celestia was nowhere to be found, but we all assume she had been somehow captured or subdued. Lot's of rumors there, but nothing confirmed."

Tempest's eyes narrowed as she continued to watch the gulls. "Rumors, huh?"

"Yeah. And then, later that night, Twilight Sparkle and her friends, used some ancient artifacts called the Elements of Harmony to cleanse… or enchant...” Meadow Lark paused to scratch at her mane, perplexed. “Well, whatever they did, they hit Nightmare Moon with the rainbow power! When they were done, all that was left in the Nightmare's wake was Princess Luna! She was in a weakened state, and she had no idea where she was or even what had transpired over all of those years... but now? Now the two sisters rule Equestria as one, just like a millennium ago!”

"...As one." Narrowing her eyes, Tempest swallowed the bitterness down before she turned and regarded Meadow. “You say that Luna was in a weakened state?”

Meadow flinched a little. “Uh yeah. As far as I know. From what I heard, Luna looked far smaller than she appears today. Her mane wasn't even all mesmerizing with all of its constellations, it was simply flat and blue.”

Tempest clamped down on that item, the gears in her mind working to process what it might mean. “And when Nightmare Moon attacked, Celestia was nowhere to be found?"

Meadow shrugged. "Just rumors!"

"And nopony actually saw this 'Nightmare' subdue Princess Celestia? Any witnesses that Celestia had battled with her and lost? Proof that they engaged in combat?”

Meadow backed up a step, maybe a little concerned by Tempest's sudden intensity. “Um, not really? Nopony really worries about that part, Tempest. Celesta reappeared, though! Once Twilight and her friends were victorious, She arrived and greeted her sister.”

“Of course,” Tempest replied, smiling to herself. She could see how easy it would have been for Celestia to weave this illusion and dupe the nation. Or maybe the ponies of modern Equestria were just that gullible? Seriously, how could anypony miss two alicorns struggling for their lives in mortal combat?

This imposter, this Nightmare Moon arrives, shows herself to the public at a grand celebration, and Celestia is conveniently missing? And then, after everyone has had visual proof of this bogeymare, these six young ponies activate the ancient Elements, which must have been reclaimed or reactivated again during her thousand year absence, and used them to hit Celestia disguised as Nightmare Moon. Then, after a simple light show and sleight of hoof, Luna is brought back from the moon and placed under some kind of magical mind control. Obviously, her weakened state was due to the thousand year banishment, leaving her susceptible to such a plot.

Tempest was trying not to glare, but she realized her voice by this point was probably giving her away. “And it was the Elements of Harmony? How did they come back to life again?"

"Back to life? Well, that part is a little more complicated. But this is stuff everypony knows! Where did you say you have been staying? You keep saying east of the Griffon lands… How far east?”

“It isn’t relevant." Tempest waved a hoof for Meadow to continue. "Pretend I know nothing about this.”

“Well, so there are these six ponies right? And they all lived in Ponyville. Well not all of them did, Twilight lived in Canterlot. You have heard of Twilight Sparkle before, right?”

Tempest mutely shook her head. Meadow grinned, before rubbing her front hooves together. “Okay, wow. Have a seat, Tempest. I’ve got a story for you!”

***

“And that is how Equestria was saved again!” Meadow struck a pose as she brought her story to its grand finish. Tempest looked around, bemused by the small crowd of passengers that had gathered to hear the vivacious mare speak over the past thirty minutes. The mixed crowd of ponies and griffons broke into applause, smiling and lightly tapping their hooves while Meadow took a grand bow from the bulwark before hopping down.

Tempest was amazed by the story. Was all of this tale accurate, or did the little mare embellish a few areas? None of the ponies listening challenged her on any of the details, and some even contributed to the story once she got going. Honestly, some of it strained credibility. How could six average mares living in some backwater town save the country not once, but a mess of other times? Well, Twilight certainly didn't sound average, since since she had somehow been magically transformed into an alicorn, but on further reflection, the other mares in the story didn't really sound all that normal either. The thing sounded like a foal’s fairy tale. Then again, the manner in which Tempest found her self living a thousand years after her birth also seemed to be out of a fairy tale, just a slightly more nightmarish one.

Tempest watched while various ponies, and a few griffons and a zebra offered their thanks and general pleasantries to Meadow as she smiled and tried to catch her breath. After most had moved back indoors possibly to stop by the galley to eat, Tempest approached. “You are quite the storyteller, Meadow.”

“Thanks!" Meadow beamed. "That’s the first time I've ever done something like that. It was really fun!”

“Indeed. It was quite the tale—t'would be interesting to meet these ponies you speak of. But I have one question further about the ruling sisters."

"Okay?"

"In all of this time since Princess Luna’s return, have you ever heard about a disagreement between the two sisters? has their rule been one of tension and debate, or has it been marked by peace and unity?”

“Well, there was that one time when Twilight's assistant had to switch Celestia and Luna's cutie marks."

Tempest's eyes bulged. "Truly?"

There was a magic spell for that? That mare must be truly powerful—hopefully she wasn't in charge of Celestia's security or something like that. It would be lethally dangerous to tangle with her. Or maybe this was another fabricated story. Seriously who could ever rearrange the magic inherent in cutie marks?

"Yup. But that was all straightened out in a day. Besides that, the diarchy has ruled us in peace and justice. But when it comest to pranks..." Meadow smirked and drew closer and leaning up to whisper in Tempest’s twitching ear. “They say that their prank wars have been the stuff of legends!"

Tempest leaned back, staring at the mare incredulously.

"Pranks?"

“I’m serious, Tempest! Why just last month they— ”

“ —Never mind." Tempest held up a hoof to stop the mare. "I am sure there are many great and wonderful stories that have been reported all over the news media. There seems to be much I need to catch up on." Tempest stroked her chin in thought. Meadow thus far had been a wonderful source of information, despite her odd manner. Perhaps she should convince the earth pony to stick around a little longer. "When we get into port, would thou be so kind as to show me to the town’s archives, and also possibly a well-stocked magic merchant or even a magic guild?”

Meadow's mouth drew to the side, bemused by Tempest's slip into archaic speech again. “Well, I could take you to a magic store, that would be easy. But archives? I don’t know what you... oh, you mean like a library?"

Tempest nodded, happy that Meadow was considering being her temporary guide.

"Sure! Manehattan has a wonderful library! Sooo, what are we gonna check out?” Meadow playfully bumped Tempest’s shoulder with her own. “An action? A comedy? A romance? You've just gotta let me show you around: Manehattan is my hometown, I can give you the grand tour!”

Tempest found herself leaning away again from the pushy little pony, lifting a hoof to carefully nudge Meadow from off of her shoulder and back to vertical again. “Indeed. However, there’s a lot of research that I need to do, Meadow.” Tempest tried not to frown as she made her point. “Research that should not be interrupted. Can we not part ways once we arrive at the doors?”

“Oh. Well, I guess...” Meadow mumbled, her voice dropping a register. “We can catch up later, then.” She lowered her head, finding something interesting to look at between her hooves.

“Later perhaps…” Tempest agreed, looking back towards the horizon. Her eyes picked out the distant skyline of Manehattan for the first time. Were those buildings?! What new magic was this, to create such tall behemoth-like structures? Were they safe? She looked back at Meadow, but noticed that the little earth pony seemed to be down about something.

“Take courage, Meadow. There’s something here that I must do. It won’t be easy, but it will be worth it. And it is something that has been many years in the making.”

Meadow’s eyes widened slightly. “What… what is it?”

“I’ve come to right an ancient wrong.” The little mare only looked more confused.

Unable to clarify the point further at this time, Tempest awkwardly reached a foreleg around Meadow’s shoulders, making her startle a bit.

Tempest squeezed with a little pressure, because that is what ponies do in these kinds of situations, right? “Trust me.”

***

Tempest couldn’t stop looking up. The scale of the buildings in the port city of Manehattan was immense. Back when she attended school, among the largest buildings of ancient Equestria were the Castle of the Two Sisters, and the recently constructed Canterlot Castle. Despite those examples, other buildings were far smaller with the exception of some of the estates of the more powerful nobles. Even then, the architecture for those buildings was radically different. These pillars of steel and glass were obtrusive in the extreme, towering over anything she considered reasonable.

Besides, she couldn’t see the wisdom of ponies crowded so closely together that they needed to build upwards instead of outwards. Wouldn’t that create logistical nightmares for the delivery of goods, removal of wastes, and the provision of services?

A giggle drew her gaze from the monolithic structures. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Meadow Lark reared up to place her forehooves on the bulward of the ship again as the crew threw down the docklines and warps to the ponies waiting on the pier. Pointing at the skyline with a hoof, Meadow continued. “Manehattan is the largest of Equestria’s cities, but it’s not the only one with skyscraper architecture.”

“So ponies call them skyscrapers? Verily?”

“Sure! And they’re certainly a far cry from the aeries of Gryphus, you’ve probably seen. Our catbird neighbors across the sea prefer their structures in the air: you know, places like tree tops, or cliffs, or rocky peaks."

A griffon walked by at that point, making her way towards the gangplank. She was muttering something fool ponies and 'catbirds' under her breath.

"Oh, heh. And they usually don’t care much for crowds.”

The line began to move as soon as the gangplank banged against the pier with a metallic clang. The captain of the vessel winged her way off the ship, landing gracefully on the pier to await the passengers descending the ramp with their bags and supplies. Standing tall, she folded her wings and began to graciously wish each passenger well as they disembarked.

Tempest followed Meadow Lark down the incline of the ramp, watching as the gruff boatswain of the ship landed next to the Captain and gave his best impression of a smile. Rounding the corner towards the shore end of the pier, Tempest paused as Meadow hung back.

“Thank you for such a wonderful voyage, Captain Coriolis!” Meadow inexplicably threw her forehooves around the captain, knocking her hat askew. The Captain looked rather startled by the sudden contact, while the boatswain to the Captain’s left frowned as he eyed the earth pony.

“Well, you are quite welcome, Ms. Lark!” The deep green mare gave an uneasy smile as she patted Meadow on the back before pulling away. “And thank you for keeping spirits high on deck. Just one thing...” Captain Coriolis leaned in a little closer, her silver-white bangs hanging partway into her glittering eyes. “The next time we start getting into rough seas, let’s not go breaking into song up top while the crew is working on the riggings, eh?”

Meadow smiled sheepishly before giving a mock salute. “Aye aye, Cap’n!” Meadow turned, still smiling, and trotted up to Tempest who was looking at her dubiously. "What?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Tempest turned around to walk further up the pier. “Let us be off, then. But tell me: with a city of this scale, is it not inefficient to provide sanitation and to transport enough goods? Or even to conduct commerce?”

Meadow broke out into a giggle. “Tempest, you're so funny! Its your first time in one of the greatest tourist areas of Equestria, and you're concerned about the logistics of transportation and commerce?" Meadow went on snickering for a moment until she caught Tempest's look. "You're serious? Hm..." Meadow , stroking her chin in thought. "Actually, the opposite is true. You’d be surprised how efficient those things are when they're set up right. Better than conducting commerce with locations that are sparse and remote.”

Tempest frowned in thought. The little mare, for all of her frivolity, made a good point. Unless something interfered with their transportation system. “And how many ponies live here?”

“How many?” Meadow scrunched up her muzzle. “Goodness, I have no idea! Oh—make sure you have your papers ready.”

“Identification papers?” Tempest's heart dropped as she took a closer look at the queue of ponies waiting at the end of the pier, noticing for the first time that there were some small booths, flanked by fencing on either side. Here, uniformed ponies were stationed, one per booth, allowing travelers through once they had completed a brief interaction. The booth on the far left was managed by an earth pony. The other two were managed by pegusi. Tempest contemplated the likelihood of countermeasures versus teleportation as she watched Meadow trot towards the line to the booth in the middle, humming to herself.

Tempest’s eyes flicked from guard to guard, settling on the turquoise and cobalt blue pegasus on the far right. He looked younger than the other two, and his mane was slicked back in a flamboyant manner. Tempest figured he might be the easiest to handle if things got tense. Watching as her queue moved slowly ahead, Tempest noticed a device of some sort attached to his left ear, with a slender rod angling down from it ending in a bulbous tip near his muzzle.

The device must be some sort of communication-tech. The pony is also wearing a visor over his eyes. Visual augmentation perhaps?"

Meadow got to her booth first, so she was likely waiting on the other side. Not wanting to involve the artifact she was wearing around her neck, Tempest’s mind raced for some other solution. Unfortunately, the closer she got to the front of the line, the more nervous she became. She had been on her own for so long, busy environments like this were more stressful than she expected.

“Papers ma’am?”

“Yes! Papers!” Tempest blurted the last word, cringing at how loud it came out. Not knowing what the Tartarus she was doing, she lifted a hind leg to cause the side of her cloak to ride up, showing off a hint of her flank. She had been going for smooth and sultry, but wondered if this just came off as awkward and crude. “Papers? Maybe I could show you something else?"

The stallion frowned, snorting in distaste. “Just your ID papers, ma’am.” He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Then you can move on down the line.”

Well, that worked just swimmingly. I guess it'll have to be the artifact, then.”

“Certainly. T'was only a jest, truly...” Tempest held his gaze with hers, unlatching her robe at he throat with magic. “Here are my papers.” With a flick of telekinetic power, she opened her cloak to screen any pony's view from behind.

Hanging from her neck was a roughly hewed spherical stone, marred by a slit down the giving it the appearance of a dragon's iris. Lifting the stone higher, it began to shimmer with filaments of purple light crackling over its surface. “Here is my identification…”

Author's Note

Edit - Wow, featured? Thanks folks! Appreciate all the comments and support!

I decided to throw in more art. Hopefully not too much.

Anyway, modern-day Equestria. Exactly twelve years since Luna's return. So you all are like: "where the heck has Tempest been all this time?" Well, that will be revealed in chapter eight.

Wish me luck on my medical procedure next week. I spent half of February (it seems) in bed, and that is none too good for one's business, or their health. Hopefully my recovery will continue, and my energy will continue to return. All art in chapter provided by my 15 year old daughter, Tillie-TMB. The comic, if you are interested, is found here.:twilightsmile:

Chapter Sixteen: Predator and Prey

Skies of Fillydelphia, 7:20 PM

No sign of either the yellow unicorn, nor the light blue earth pony mare. Cirrus blew out an exasperated breath. One more pass over the streets of Fillydelphia, and he was going to lose his lunch. He could just see it now: “Hello, Fillydelphia Weather Bureau? I’d like to report a disturbance… this evening’s rain shower was smellier and chunkier than usual!”

If anything else, it’d give his report some color.

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon. In a matter of minutes, he would be completely dependent on ground-based light sources to find his way back to CCO headquarters, nothing to show for his exhaustive effort. It wasn’t as if he was the only pony on the job. He had already been coordinating with local law enforcement on the ground, but aerial surveillance is what he excelled at.

Except for today.

Cirrus completed his roll, spiraling up and away from the darkening cloud bank that marked the far side of his search pattern. The massive wall of fluff had been brilliant during the day—an outpost of the familiar as he traversed the city over and over in his search pattern. As the sun set, its grandeur had been breathtaking as took on rosy orangish and pink hues. Now? It stood tall and foreboding, a massive sentinel standing watch as the evening stars popped into existence, almost threatening in its silence.

It had taken some work, anchoring the shelf cloud system in place, but it had been worth it to allow his search to proceed in an organized fashion, under uniform lighting conditions. What had been more difficult was getting authorization from the Fillydelphia Weather Bureau to do so.

* * *

“What do you mean you want to anchor a shelf cloud in place? I don’t care what agency you work for---do you know what kind of paperwork nightmare that would make? We have a storm scheduled for 5 AM tomorrow, and that cloudbank has been slated for…”

Cirrus rolled his eyes. If he waited any longer for the weatherpony to lose steam, he’d be waiting until Hearth’s Warming Eve. With a flick of his hoof, he flashed his badge. Creating a storm for the following morning wasn’t anywhere near the ordeal this self-important pony was making it out to be.

“I can always have Canterlot call it in for me. This is a matter of National Security.”

* * *

Cirrus winced as he pulled up into a hover, his pectoral muscles aching like fire. His eyes doggedly combed over the streets again, jumping from lamp post to lamp post along the shadowy grid of the city. He wasn’t ready to hang it up just yet. It was a matter of duty.

Right?

It certainly had nothing to do with his humiliation last night. Not at all—why should he feel bad about having the Princess of Friendship and her entire retinue witness his dust-up with that pig-headed Agent Narcisse? He certainly hadn’t said anything unbecoming. Or unprofessional.

Cirrus frowned as he eased forward again, beginning to mentally rehearse the information he would be writing in his report. Hopefully, Princess Sparkle wasn’t waiting for him at the CCO office to interrogate him on his findings. Hopefully she hadn’t also grown bored and briefed his superiors on last night’s altercation.

Shaking his head to clear it from such uncomfortable tangents, he came to a decision. “Well, that’s it. Either I glide over to the office and make my report, or I continue on the outside chance that I suddenly develop the eyesight of a bat pony.”

Light pulsed. A greenish flash lit up the industrial district clear on the far side of the town. Automatically, he began waiting for the sound to hit his ears, ticking off seconds in order to get an estimated distance to the source. From the silhouettes lit up in the area, Cirrus guessed it emanated from one of many warehouses common on the northern side of the city.

Just as Cirrus snapped his goggles back into place, a deep, rolling rumble made his ears twitch.

Sounds like quite a bit of energy behind—whatever that was. Even if I don’t know the epicenter, it probably left some debris. Hopefully nopony got hurt.

Setting his jaw, Cirrus pushed forward, nosing down into a rapid descent. “Let’s see if there is a connection.” The cooling night air was starting to feel icy as it whipped past his ears—thank Celestia for his extra thick fur coat. Still, it would’ve been nice to have even half the speed of his diminutive first cousin—the one with rainbow mane. Arriving at the scene, he sliced between two smokestacks before banking into a wide circle above the target zone.

Sure enough, a layer debris lay scattered across the courtyard of a large, nondescript warehouse. There were even glass shards garnishing several nearby trees, as if somepony was trying to decorate for Hearth’s Warming…just with something a little more edgy than tinsel.

Muscles groaning in protest, Cirrus pulled up into another hover at the eastern face of the warehouse. The wall was fully intact, but not a single pane of glass was left in the windows evenly spaced across the upper half of the building. Weighing his options, he figured it’d be a much better idea to spy through them than sauntering through the front door like a dumb horror movie character. He reached a hoof up to tap his communication device as he scanned around for an address.

“North Precinct Dispatch, this is Agent 009, Cirrus Skyward. We have a possible Code 9-16 or 9-18. Requesting back up to the location of the Industrial District.” Cirrus glanced down an alleyway to the main street. “Warehouse close to the corner of Sahara and LaGrande. ”

“Copy that, Agent 009. We will dispatch nearby teams to your location. Please respond with the exact address of the building and survey the area if you deem it safe.”

“10-4, North Precinct.”

Cirrus looked up towards the main street again. Two ponies had just emerged from behind a dumpster and were now exiting the alley, turning to the right before disappearing behind the edge of a building. Clicking his teeth, Cirrus tapped his communication link again.

“North Precinct: I just had a brief visual on two ponies of interest. They are now making their way eastward on LaGrande Avenue towards Sahara Street. Haven’t surveyed the warehouse yet.”

“Copy that, 009. What do you recommend?’

“Observe but do not approach. Stand by while I secure the scene.” Cirrus began to circle lower, scanning for any identification before seeing a small placard next to what must be the front door. He lowered his voice, realizing too late that he probably should have reduced the volume of his communication device as well. “It’s Roller Mills Warehouse #2. I’m about to go inside. Stand by.”

“Copy that, 009.”

Cirrus glided towards a corner window, ignoring the protests from his wings as he pulled into another hover. It looked like debris had been scattered across the middle of the warehouse floor as well covering a surface area approximately as big as his condo back on the Canterhorn. Cirrus narrowed his eyes as he studied the chaotic scene. The arrangement didn’t seem to come from the same explosion that blew out the windows. Instead, it looked like several crates had vomited their contents across the concrete, the carnage strewn about in more of a south-to-north direction, not towards the windows of the eastern wall at all.

Cirrus reached into a pocket of his utility vest and popped several flares before tossing them onto the floor below. The magical light filled the scene with an eerie blue glow, but he didn’t like the look of the shadows they were casting. Cirrus climbed through, dropping altitude as he popped another flare and threw it to the other side of the area, banishing a few more shadows. His eyes sprang wide as he spotted a body in the middle of the debris.

Cirrus dropped to the surface, reaching his hooves back to bring his experimental “boom-stick” weapon to bear. Flicking the barrel-mounted flashlight on, he swept the area before directing his attention to the body. His heart sank in recognition.

Narcisse.

Any combatant that could take down his nemesis was not to be taken lightly. Cirrus spun around, sweeping his light back and forth again before tapping his communicator again with a shudder. Every darkened corner and shadowy crate could serve as the perfect spot to stage an ambush. A trickle of sweat crept down the back of his neck as he fought to keep his voice steady.

“North Precinct, this is agent 009. What’s the ETA of your team?” Cirrus leaned down to place his muzzle directly in front of Narcisse’s, his nose hairs tingling as he waited for any sign of respiration. He folded his wrist over the unicorn’s carotid, feeling for a pulse.

“This is North Precinct. We have two officers and a K-9 unit almost to your position. More will be in the area shortly. What’s the situation?”

Cirrus leaned back and let out the breath he was holding. Apparently Narcisse had both respiration and a pulse. Visually, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the Lunar Agent, but otherwise? Cirrus tried rousing the unicorn, prodding his shoulder a few times.

“We have a pony down, Dispatch. Unicorn male. Designation: Agent 012 of the Agents of Moonlight.

There was a brief pause, before Cirrus’s commlink squawked again. “10-4. Medical team is being dispatched to your location. What is the agent’s condition?”

Narcisse felt for a pulse again. “Unicorn is breathing… and heart rate seems normal. No visible injuries, but the pony is unconscious.” Cirrus resisted the urge to slap the unicorn across the face a few times—just to make sure he was unconscious.

Satisfied that Narcisse was stable, Cirrus straightened up again, bringing his weapon up again to scan around. Trotting forward, but keeping his wings outstretched at the ready, he searched around the periphery, shining his light behind every crate before growing satisfied that he was alone. Making his way back to the downed Lunar Agent, a noise outside drew his attention to the door.

Cirrus patted the unicorn’s shoulder awkwardly before clearing his throat. “Hang in there, Narcisse… you bastard.”

The metallic doorway rattled before the panel pushed inwards, revealing two officers in uniform, a pegasus mare and an earth pony stallion. The stallion had a powerful German Shepherd on the end of a short leash. Cirrus’s eyes fluttered from the glare of their flashlights.

“Agent designation?” The mare interrogated him.

“Agent 009, at your service.” Cirrus replied. The officers seemed to relax just a touch. “I’ve scouted the premises, haven’t seen any creature inside or out, other than our downed friend over there.” Cirrus pointed behind him at the unicorn.

The stallion exchanged glances with the mare before nodding and leading his K-9 off to the side. “You stay with the agent, Misty. I’ll scout around with Lieutenant Fritter.”

Cirrus raised an eyebrow at the mare. “Who named your K-9 unit Lieutenant Fritter?”

Misty rolled her eyes before she trotted towards Narcisse. “Not now, 009. Another team should be arriving in a minute. Why don’t you direct them to the last known whereabouts of the ponies of interest?”

“Sure, sure.” Cirrus acknowledged. “Good luck with 012.” After a quick nod from the mare, Cirrus cantered to the door, stretching out his wing muscles to prepare for flight. He could feel they were starting to stiffen up.

Emerging into the courtyard, Cirrus only had time to flap his wings a few beats before two more officers arrived, both pegasi this time. Cirrus held up a hoof in greeting before bringing out his badge. “Officers Misty and her partner are inside with their K-9 unit. Medical is on the way. I am Agent 009, Cirrus Skyweather.” He lowered the badge and pointed down the alleyway. “The only lead we have right now are two ponies that went around that corner a minute ago. Let’s take to the air and find ‘em.”

“A lead, eh? Better ‘n chasing shadows all day like we’ve been.” The stallion bobbed his head before turning towards his partner. “The name’s Midnight Valor. This fine upstanding officer is Ward Watcher.”

Ward Watcher rolled his eyes. “Don’t push it, Valor. C’mon, Agent Cirrus. We’ll follow your lead.”

“Alright.” Cirrus agreed, opening his wings wide. “Let’s do this.”

Canterlot Castle - 7:40 PM

“My sister and I have tried our deepest magics to heal the Librarian named Moonlight Sigil, but despite our best efforts, we have failed. Now, three additional ponies are being brought here all suffering from the same fate as Ms. Sigil.”

“That’s… that’s awful!” Fluttershy murmured.

“Indeed, Kindness. But that isn’t the worst,” Luna looked across the assembled ponies, pausing to let out a breath. “I went into Moonlight’s mind, and what I found there has me deeply concerned.”

“What is it?” Twilight asked. “What did you find?”

The Lunar princess looked to her sister for a moment before returning her gaze to Twilight, her eyes mirroring a strange intensity. “We found something ancient… and familiar.”

Twilight looked to her friends. All of them dropped their gazes from Luna’s suggestion.

Something related to the Nightmare? She didn’t want to believe it. The air in the room seemed to gather weight, as if it hung about her withers like a yoke. Didn’t she and her friends take care of that problem over ten years ago?

Twilight shook her head, but then shot a glance at Pinkie Pie. Hopefully, she wouldn’t suddenly go off the handle with an ill-advised, breathless ramble. Princess Luna did not need another pony stealing her thunder.

The tense silence was broken as Luna cleared her throat. “I can see by your manner that I need not explain further.”

At this, Celestia stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with her younger sister before turning her head to meet Luna’s gaze. “They may not need a full explanation, Lulu. But we might all benefit from hearing your personal views on the matter.”

“Personal? V-very well, Tia. I shall endeavor.” Luna cleared her throat again. “In my attempts to heal the librarian, I thought perhaps I might be able to reach her subdued consciousness with my magic, and pull her out from whatever fell force or entity that held sway. As I reinforced my connection, my perceptions noticed a massive void.” Luna closed her eyes in thought, her brow furrowing with the memory. “Intrigued, I reached my magic outwards… towards it to investigate. Mayhaps Moonlight Sigil had picked up some type of magical parasite, like a phasmodium... or magicluster worm or something as such. Perhaps I would be able to root it out.”

At this point, Luna lowered her head, her eyes tightening into a grimace. “But instead of a filament, I felt a root. Instead of a stream, a tide. I… I tried to pull away, but the undercurrent almost succeeded in uprooting me from my magical anchor.”

She lifted her head, her eyes suddenly almost glowing with menace. “And my magical anchor is substantial, I assure you.” She paused again, the room as silent as a graveyard. What she said next came out as a whisper. “But it wasn’t the surge of power that left me dismayed. It was the color.”

“Beg pardon, Princess—” The most colorful pony in the room raised her hoof, tossing her rainbow mane back before pulling at the collar of her flyer’s jacket. “What do you mean by color? And could somepony just skip to the bucking chase?”

Twilight was about to interject, but Rarity beat her to it with a gasp at the Wonderbolt Captain’s manners. “Ugh. Darling, what Princess Luna is trying to describe is a unicorn’s innate sense of magic. When a unicorn, or… alicorn, as it were, interacts with the magic of another, it’s…” Rarity waved a hoof in the air vaguely, as if trying to pull a word out of the aether. “Well, maybe color isn’t the right word, but there is a certain quality that one senses about the magic of another.”

“Quite,” Luna rejoined. “And the sense I got from this interaction—this color—was not just dark. It was the darkest abyss that one could imagine. An abyss with which I was inescapably familiar with for a thousand years.”

“Now hold on there,” Applejack muttered, taking her stetson off. “Are you saying a middle-aged, bookish unicorn mare has become the next—what, Nightmare Librarian? And that we need to purge her with the Elements of Harmony?”

“Ya better not have any overdue books there, AJ!” Rainbow snickered. “Imagine the fees she’d buck you with!”

“It is as you say, Honesty.” Luna replied, before turning to regard Rainbow with a glare. “And this is no laughing matter, Loyalty.”

Celestia leaned over the podium to speak, her gentle voice soothing the mood. “While I don’t possess the same experience my sister does in this matter, I trust her judgement completely. Also: before Luna made her attempt to cure the mare, I entered Moonlight Sigil’s psyche as well, to see whether or not I could heal her.”

At this point Celestia gave a small shiver, her façade cracking just a bit. “And while I am not familiar with the abyss Luna described for you, I did begin to feel… enticed.”

After a few more seconds of silence, Fluttershy’s quiet voice piped up. “Enticed? To do what?”

“To access powers I have always denied myself. To play with fire.” Celestia gave a tired sigh, her gaze becoming distant as she stared off to the side. Shaking it off, she met their eyes again with an uncomfortable smile. “You might ask Starlight Glimmer to relate her experiences a few years ago when she was helping to settle a certain dispute between my sister and I.”

Celestia looked around the room, finding mostly blank looks reflected back at her before she grimaced. “You know… the time when Starlight switched my cutie mark with Luna’s?”

A small murmur of recognition and some uncomfortable laughter floated through the room at that. Twilight hid a small smile. She had been privy to those events, but up until now it had been a private memory only shared between Starlight and her at the behest of Princess Celestia. It looked like Celestia was ready to share that rather private embarrassment with a larger circle.

“Daybreaker...” Twilight whispered under her breath.

Twilight suddenly found both sets of alicorn ears trained on her. Apparently she hadn’t been quiet enough. Could Celestia really have been tantalized in some way? It was unthinkable.

“Whelp…” Discord patted his thighs and stood up, before proceeding to ignore gravity. After floating upwards by several more hooves, he popped a finger in his mouth before holding it overhead as if testing for wind. “This party just got a little too heavy for my taste.” At that. an oversized salt shaker appeared in one claw while an enormous pepper mill appeared in the other. Without skipping a beat, Discord floated over to the diarchs. If Twilight didn’t know any better, he apparently thought Celestia needed a little more spice and Luna wasn’t nearly salty enough. He didn’t get very far before the pepper mill suddenly caught fire while the salt shaker fused to his hand in a block of ice.

“Ow! Well, I was only trying to help…” Another flash. “Ketchup, anyone?”

Twilight rolled her eyes, but Pinkie Pie was smiling again. Seems like Discord’s plan to lower the tension in the room worked. “Anyways,” Discord said. “By the sounds of it, all of you might just have a rather… nightmarish friendship problem. Isn’t that when everyone’s flank starts to buzz? Oh, except for you two.” He indicated Celestia and Luna. “You two aren’t any fun at all.”

“Now Discord—” Fluttershy began.

“Not it.” Discord raised a paw before planting a finger on his snout. “If our alicorn overlords can’t fix it, then this job is definitely one for you six. Not me. I’ll just take my chaos and— “

“Not so fast!” Having moved In a yellow blur, Fluttershy was now pressing a hoof against Discord’s chest. “Don’t you think you should at least stay until the end of the meeting? My friends don’t mind that you’re here, and your type of magic could certainly help.” Fluttershy gave a meaningful look around the room to her friends, who quickly picked up what she was laying down.

“Well sure, pardner!”

“We’re all friends here after all—”

“It’s only polite, you know—”

“We kinda don’t need him—” Rainbow’s comment quickly drew a few glares, but she only doubled down. “Well, we don’t! Uh… no offense, Fluttershy. Wasn’t that Tirek’s point? Freedom is magic?”

“Rainbow—!” Fluttershy sounded as if somepony had punched a puppy. “Discord apologized for that!”

“Maybe so, Flutters. But in this—”

“Please stay, Discord.” Celestia offered. “Your rather unique perspective might be useful here, and might help us come up with the right response.”

Discord grimaced for a moment before he relented, sitting down with a shrug. “Sure, fine.” He looked at Celestia ruefully. “I love your euphemisms, Celestia. Unique perspective? Yeah, perspective my chaotic a—”

“As we were saying…” A frowning Fluttershy spoke over him. “My loving and kind draconequus here is happy to help.”

Wearing quite the impressive poker face, Celestia watched the two. “Well then. As we were saying, additional ponies are on their way here as we speak. No medical or magical cures have been effective in reclaiming them. We are assuming that they are under the influence of the same entity Luna and I sensed in our dealings with Moonlight Sigil. Until we know better, we will simply refer to it as The Nightmare. Rather than take the risk of exposing ourselves again, it is time for the Elements of Harmony to be used.”

Twilight raised her hoof. “Not to raise unnecessary alarm, Princess Celestia, but could it be possible that… that…” She looked from Celestia to Luna, who was gazing back at her expectantly. “That perhaps you and Princess Luna have been compromised?”

At this, the room broke into pockets of murmurs. Celestia tensed, but Luna appeared to be fuming.

“Fie,” Luna countered. “The experience is completely distinct from the time I succumbed to the Nightmare so long ago. There were promises made… oaths that were sworn.” Luna stepped away from the podium and began to pace back and forth in front of the assembly. “But now? In this event with Ms. Sigil, I swore no oaths! The creature thought he could tempt me again, but he cannot make me fall twice!”

Had the room grown colder, or was it her imagination? Twilight checked with a small cantrip, and sure enough, it was nine degrees colder. Twilight’s friends exchanged nervous glances with each other as Princess Luna thundered across the floor. Whatever tension that Discord had dispelled was now doubled.

Princess Celestia left the podium as well, cutting across Luna’s path and raising a hoof to forestall her. “Indeed, Luna. You are quite beyond his reach I am sure.”

Twilight immediately had other questions in her mind. Can this thing even be called a ‘him?’ Did it have a personality? Motivations? An overarching plan? She decided to wait on those questions for now.

Celestia continued. “I made no oaths as well. And I am sure you withdrew when it became apparent that you would be unable to render the assistance you desired with Ms. Sigil. In this room, I am sure that you of all ponies are farthest from Nightmare Moon.

“Indeed.” Luna paused, unsure of how to respond further. “Well then…”

Celestia turned back to Twilight, seeing Luna’s temper mollified for the time being. “I assure you that neither of us have been affected or compromised in any way. I would offer you the opportunity to perform magical scans on us both, but…”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “But that could potentially infect me as well! If the mode of transmission is magic…” Every eye in the room was suddenly on her. Luna looked upset again. “No, hear me out. If the mode of transmission occurs by a simple magical connection, then—”

“It is not, Twilight.” Luna remonstrated. “What Celestia and I did was not a simple magical connection. This is not how the Nightmare works.”

Pinkie Pie gasped. “But what if that is exactly what the Nightmare needs us to believe? What if you are secretly now in league with nightmares? Oh, and zombies and ghouls?”

“Fie!”

“Zombies and ghouls?” Rainbow mumbled. “What the hay, Pinks?”

The room started to break out into a cacophony of cross-talk until Celestia raised a hoof...and her voice. “Please, everypony. We don’t need to tear ourselves apart in suspicion.” She strode up to Twilight, wings slightly flared. “You have my assurance that we are fine.” She turned to address the room. “But if it makes you feel any better, you may use the Elements on us. Just to be sure.” Luna grunted in annoyance, drawing Celestia’s ear. “It will be fine, Lulu.”

“Very well, Tia.” Luna replied. “You might also call your health administration together for a meeting. We may verily need to issue a decree to all magic users within the nation. Until we know better how it is transmitted… if it is as we fear, perhaps caution would be best to keep our ponies safe. Do you not agree, Twilight?”

Twilight’s eyes widened as she considered what this could mean. Restrictions on magic use? Contact tracing among ponies? For how long? What kind of outcry would this cause? What would be the impact on the economy? Suddenly, resolving this problem seemed to take on a much bigger role than merely healing one librarian.

“You’re right, of course…”

“But, what about my business?” Rarity whined, leaning against Twilight’s taller frame. “I depend on a very skilled workforce of unicorns!”

“Worry not, Generosity.” Luna soothed. “Magic upon inanimate objects is of no concern. It is only magic upon others that is in question.”

Rarity looked down as her eyes darted back and forth. Celestia took advantage of the pause and spoke up again. “If we are all ready, then let’s go to the medical wing.”

Rainbow’s hoof shot up again. “Uh, not to be a low hanging stratus, Princess, but I’m not sure that would work. We’ve never tried to combine our magics to… do some kind of medical cure. Normally, the Elements seem to activate when we are banding together to save all of ponykind… But to form up in a floaty magic bubble to wield a super-powered non-death ray of medical care? I don’t think—”

Whatever Rainbow was going to say was interrupted by six gasps as Twilight and her closest friends all turned to regard their cutie marks.

“My cutie mark!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“The map!” Rarity declared.

“Well, how ‘bout that.”

“Before the medical wing, perhaps we need to make a detour?” Twilight suggested.

At that moment a lunar guard trotted into the briefing room, sketching a quick bow before he saluted to both Princesses. “Message for her highness, Princess Luna,” he said.

Luna motioned him forward, after which he presented her a sealed scroll. Breaking the seal, Luna quickly scanned the document until her eyes widened as she arrived at the bottom.

“What—” Celestia questioned.

Luna passed her the document. “I am sorry, my ponies… oh, and draconequus.” Her horn flashed as a bell sounded in the corridors outside. “There is a developing situation in Fillydelphia that might require my intervention. Celestia, by your leave?”

Celestia had reached the end of the document, her brows lowering towards the end of the scroll. “Of course. Take care of it and recover your agent. I'll see to things here.” Luna nodded once, flapping her wings once before trotting out into the hallway. Celestia looked back at Twilight and her friends and spread her wings wide. “My ponies, this is certainly not a coincidental matter. I would like to come with you, if you would have me.”

A rapid chorus of agreement responded, Twilight speaking over them all. “We would be honored, Princess Celestia.” She walked up to the podium, her friends joining in from either side. “We would love to have you accompany us on an adventure.”

“Then let us be off.” Celestia gestured towards some of the room’s attendants, who drew closer to receive instructions. “Inform the castle staff of my departure. I should be away for a few hours.” Celestia turned to a mare in uniform. “Colonel Cocoa, while I’m gone, could you give my orders to General Strongwell to place the castle on a Level Three alert, and double the guard duty for our city. Most importantly, I need you to advise all unicorns to not use magic directly on other ponies at this time until more information is gained. Have my steward assemble the parliament for an emergency assembly to write up a decree for me to approve. Oh, and send a squadron of our winged forces to Twilight’s castle in Ponyville, where they are to await further instructions.”

“Understood, Princess.” The Colonel brought up her right wing for a quick salute before turning on her hooves and trotting out.

Watching her depart, Celestia turned to her evening secretary. “Ms. Acacia? Please go straightaway to Captain Aerial Luster. Inform her that my airship needs to depart immediately. Expedited departure protocols.” Acacia’s eyes widened slightly before she gave a hurried bow and galloped out.

Finally, Celestia turned back towards Twilight and her group, looking at them in thought.

“Princess?”

“Twilight,” Celestia responded. “How do you feel about doing a mass teleport?”

“To my castle? That’s a little beyond my range… can you?”

“Not Quite. Especially with a few extra in number. But we can certainly reduce the time of travel.” Celestia strode for the door, the rest hurrying to keep up.

“So, we’re taking your airship?” Rainbow said.

“That’s right.” They turned the corner, Celestia finding a few more guards and murmuring a few short instructions.

“I’m not going to be a burden,” Rainbow declared. “If you’re covering half the distance in your airship before teleporting the rest of the way, I’ll race you there. Five hundred bits says I’ll beat the lot of you.”

Twilight frowned. “Dash, now’s not the time for— “

“—You’re on.” Princess Celestia was grinning. “Ready-set-go!”

Rainbow’s eyes lit up. In a flutter of movement almost too fast to track, she took to the air and dove out a window. Before Twilight could comment on what just happened, a flash of Celestia’s magic occurred. In a moment, they were on the bridge of Celestia’s ship.

“The Daybreak is my fastest ship,” Celestia mused. “Let’s see if we can get close enough to teleport in and make a little bank withdrawal from the Captain of the Wonderbolts.”

“Whee!” Pinkie squealed. “Feels like old times again!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

“But where is Discord?” Fluttershy wondered.

“I’m sure he’ll join us when we get there.” Celestia replied. The propellers of the ship spun up as the crew raced around the bridge for last-minute checks. “Twi, when we get close enough, I’ll teleport with Pinkie and Rarity while you take Applejack and Fluttershy.”

Twilight scratched at her mane with a hoof. It was worrisome when Celestia got this excited about an adventure. Twilight resolved to recover the initiative as soon as they arrived at her domain, the Castle of Friendship. “Fair enough, Princess. I’ll take care of AJ and Flutters.”

“Yes, well...” Rarity muttered under her breath. “Not all of us have the insane range that you alicorns have.”

Celestia rubbed her hooves with glee. “This is going to be fun!”

Twilight’s Castle - 7:35 PM

“Ooo! I’m so excited! Aren’t you excited?” Starlight Glimmer pranced around.

“Sure... excited, yep!” Spike replied, not sure how else to answer.

It had been a long day of research, broken up with the side quest of going to Maude’s Grotto and back again. For the whole time, Starlight had seemed driven, and her energy had been infectious. Conversation veered from their own private thoughts, discussing their feelings on a number of subjects, to throwing around ideas and theories on how amulets might indeed be possible.

...It certainly wasn’t what Spike had planned on doing when he woke up that morning.

Thinking back on the experience, it had made for an enjoyable day—exhilarating, even. It had become obvious that he and Starlight made quite the dynamic duo. It almost felt like they could accomplish anything if they put their minds to the task. But what started as a niggling thought had eventually sprouted into a solid, if not inescapable conclusion: Starlight was sweet on him.

Spike wasn’t sure what he thought about that. He'd been trying to get Rarity’s attention for over ten years, but now a different mare—maybe not as glamorous as Rarity, but quite attractive in her own right, not to mention brilliant—now this mare was making passes at him?

Pros and cons...

When she got that certain, determined glint in her eye—when she was on a drive to solve a problem? She was breathtaki—wait a minute! What was he thinking? It was Rarity he wanted!

Wasn’t it?

“Well you don’t sound that excited.” Starlight scoffed. “C’mon Spike, admit it! You’re having more fun than you’re admitting. You’re probably looking forward to the culmination of our efforts today as much as I am!”

Spike’s eyes narrowed at the beaming mare. She had to be doing it on purpose; there was just no way that wasn’t innuendo. That left him with a choice. Should he acknowledge her efforts and respond in kind? Or should he acknowledge her efforts and turn her down? Spike’s stomach twisted itself at the dilemma.

There was a third choice: he could inwardly acknowledge her efforts, but outwardly play the oblivious adolescent. Tartarus, it was all he had been known for in Ponyville for a while, now. Although perhaps with his growth spurt that was finally beginning to change. Maybe it was a cowardly move, but he needed to play for more time. Darn his hormones; he needed some time to think!

“I think you’ve at least convinced me that this amulet thing could work.” Spike relented. He pulled a beautiful emerald out of his sack before striding over to the arcane resonance emitter near the end of the table. “Let’s get this piece mounted.”

“...mounted?” By Celestia’s flowing mane, she’s got me doing it too. Spike winced. He thought he caught Starlight chuckling under her breath. He needed to stay on his toes.

Eyes on his task, Spike brought two swivel-brackets into place around the edges of the gem. Starlight sashayed over to the emitter before rearing up on her hind hooves to adjust the emitter controls.

“So,” Starlight began, her tail swishing back and forth as she slowly turned a knob. “I think we found the sweet spot in power output when we were set at eighty-two Thaums per second, resonating at 60 Hz.” She looked back over her shoulder as she swished her tail again. Spike swallowed uncomfortably. “Ready to fire up experiment 1-B?”

Spike stepped back and pulled on a pair of goggles, snapping them into place. He brought out the flattest voice he had in his considerable vocal arsenal. “You may fire when ready, oh mare of the mystical and arcane.”

* * *

“It’s… we—we nearly had it!” Starlight’s whisper was so intense, it was almost like she was shouting, her voice trembling with emotion. “Did you see it?”

“I saw it, Glim. I saw it!” Spike couldn’t hide his own excitement.

For a few seconds, after the mana emitter had been deactivated, the rune they had etched into the crystal glowed. The scrawling was that of a water repelling spell, and when they had dropped the crystal into the beaker, it actually floated on the surface… No, strike that—it floated above the surface. The repulsion field had remained active, pulsing with the energies until the magic fizzled, allowing it to fall in with a plop. Spike reached into the beaker, splashing a little bit of water out as he pulled the gem from its sudden submersion. “So how do we keep the magic active?”

“How indeed…” Starlight grinned, as if that was the question she had been waiting for all night. “I thought we might run into this problem. So this is where this baby comes in.” Starlight smugly held up a tome in her magic, pointing her hoof to a page displaying a rune for power. “If my guess is correct, this rune will pull power to itself from the ambient magical field of Equus. Will work practically anywhere not called the Changeling Badlands…”

“Making the power it pulls indefinite! Brilliant, Glim!”

The unicorn polished a hoof against her chest fluff. “Were you expecting anything less? Tch! So let’s do it!”

One more time, they activated the resonance coil, only this time Starlight etched the rune for power, on the opposite side of the gem. In another minute, they were done.

Spike held the crystal aloft, scrutinizing the surface as he turned the facets under a light. His hand trembled with excitement as he lowered the gem back down to the beaker. Starlight was bouncing on her hooves. Without any further preamble, he dropped it in.

The crystal floated above the surface.

And it kept floating.

“Yes...Yes… YES!” Starlight crowed, pumping a hoof high in the air like a madmare. “WHO’S THE MARE OF THE MYSTICAL AND ARCANE?”

Despite the significance of the moment, Spike couldn’t help but let his sarcastic side gear up for a quip. Knowing his sister, he couldn’t let that one slide. “Uh, that would be your teacher, Twiligh—”

Starlight wrapped both hooves around his torso and gave him a fiery kiss right on the mouth. And this was no mere peck. This was a full contact sport. She was, in a word… enthusiastic.

...thorough...

Something flashed behind them. Spike looked up to find the shocked expressions of not only Twilight, but the rest of the gang sans Rainbow. A few specks of teleportation magic gently settled to the floor as the scene unfolded. Rarity in particular looked disturbed.

Starlight Glimmer’s hooves gradually loosened from his chest as she turned to regard their guests. Arriving with a gust of wind, Rainbow Dash dove in from a skylight above, dodging the room’s central chandelier before turning to regard the scene.

“Bucking Sleetstorms!” Rainbow cursed. “How’d you guys get here so damn fast?!” She paused, confused that none of her friends were even looking at her. She followed their gazes to regard Spike and Starlight Glimmer, both of whom seemed to be disentangling themselves. “Did I miss something?”

“Spike and Starlight.” Celestia’s serene smile had tinged with a mischievous edge. “Any new developments we should be made aware of?”

* * *

Fillydelphia - 7:45 PM

Tempest checked over her shoulder again.

Meadow sighed. “Every time you look back, it just makes us look all the more suspicious!”

By the time they had emerged from the warehouse, Luna’s stars were making themselves visible again. Tempest guessed it was somewhere between eight and nine o’clock. They were trotting down Sahara Avenue, trying to hurry back toward the city center, but not make it look like they were hurrying. Not knowing the layout of the City, Tempest thought that they would get reoriented once they found the Convention Center.

“We just need to make it on the next passenger train out of here,” Tempest said. “I feel like that’s not the last we’ll see of Narcisse.”

Meadow looked up in thought. “Perhaps... Though now, maybe he’ll be willing to run some interference for you, eh? Instead of trying to turn you in?”

Tempest shuddered. “I don’t want to think about it.”

Meadow sighed again. “Well, we need you thinking. Such as: what do we do if the police are watching the train station?” Meadow shot a glance down each alleyway they passed as they trotted further up the street.

“Well, why would they? Nopony saw what happened back there—that whole area seemed deserted.”

A distant police siren wailed. Two sets of ears perked up and twisted around to identify the source

Wherever it was coming from, it was getting closer.

Tempest and Meadow exchanged uneasy looks. “Why does it feel like I’m going to get wrapped up in another police chase like Manehattan?”

“You’re still at large... how did you escape last time?”

“The officer tracking me was very skilled. I couldn’t shake him until I teleported beyond his reach.” Tempest grimaced. “That one took a lot out of me. I don’t want to do that again if I don’t have to. Not without being an alicorn or something.”

“Well, it is in your genes...”

Tempest only glared at her.

“Well, it is! Hmm... What other routes of escape could we use if cornered?” The sirens had grown very close now. “Never mind that. Times up! “Quick—in here!” Meadow reached up and pushed Tempest into a gap between two buildings.

Tempest had no choice but to stumble ahead as the earth pony kept pushing her from behind. Soon, they reached a little alcove that, by the looks of it, served as a small freight-handling area for the building they had just passed. The area was rather dark save for the single porch light beside a sturdy metal door, and the walls were sky-high.

“Okay, what now? I need to be oriented before teleporting, Meadow. I need to have a good understanding of where I am and where I am going—or at least a general idea of the distance.”

“Forget that! Just activate an invisibility spell.” Meadow ignored the face Tempest made. “Look, I know the mana cost is high. I know you’re tired after that duel—but you only have to maintain it until we can get out of the area under surveillance! You can do that much. Just activate your horn, and blam!”

“Blam. Right,” Tempest muttered. “What is it with stuff that happens around you and ‘blam?’” She concentrated, focusing on weaving the matrices of the spell until Meadow finally faded from view. Tempest’s own yellow coat followed not long after.

“And, there we go.” Meadow’s disembodied voice came from somewhere overhead, clearly making use of her amulet. “Now, we just make sure we don’t walk into anypony. C’mon!”

Tempest made her way back towards the lit sidewalk and looked both ways. Her heart sank as she spotted a large Germane Shepherd quickly bearing down on her position. Did the dog have her scent? Behind the dog, two ponies in uniform were in hot pursuit. Tempest stumbled back, cursing under her breath.

“Dammit, now what?”

“Not good, Tempest.” Meadow murmured. “Perhaps I can carry you?”

Tempest didn’t have the time to reply before she felt a pair of hooves clasp around her barrel, hooking under her forelegs. Meadow’s legs trembled with the effort.

“Up we go…” Meadow began to pant. “Heh. Celestia above, you’re heavy!” Meadow continued to lift, bringing Tempest’s body closer to vertical until only one of her hind hooves remained on the filthy alleyway asphalt. At that point, Meadow rose no further.

“It’s… not going to work.” Meadow grunted. “I could lift you, but the amulet can’t. What do we do?”

Her urgent whisper was cut off by a low growl filling the alleyway. Two sets of hooves were close behind. “Okay, ponies. Both of you stay where you are, and we can take care of this in a harmonious manner.”

Instead of coming from the neck of the alley, the voice addressing them came from directly overhead. Tempest looked up, finding a pegasus perched on a window ledge not too far above their heads. He was wearing some kind of utility vest, and in his hooves he held some kind of metal rod with a wooden stock held up against his shoulder.

“Deactivate your invisibility and come out slowly, and nobody will get hurt. Please don’t escalate the situation. If you run, even if you’re faster than the dog, you’re not faster than me. You have ten seconds before I use countermeasures.” He lowered the metal rod and brought up a canister of something.

“Hold tight, Meadow.” Tempest whispered. “We’re going to the top of that building across the street. From there, we’ll get to safety, I promise you. Pegasus speed is nothing compared to teleportation.”

The pegasus held up his canister and depressed a button. With a hiss, a cloud of glittering dust sprayed out as he waved the device back and forth. The billowing dust cloud gradually descended, spreading out to fill the area as it floated down. At this rate, they only had a few seconds before their position was revealed.

Feeling Meadow’s hooves around her neck again,Tempest activated her horn. As soon as the spell took shape, the energy distorted, twisting before being drawn away towards some unseen source above. Tempest felt her eyes widen in horror. “They—he must’ve planted some type of anti-teleportation array around us!”

The Germane Shepherd was closing in.

“I know about your shadow-jumping ability.” Meadow whispered urgently. “Can you bring us both?”

Tempest shook her head. “Only my mother—”

“Fine,” Meadow replied curtly. “Take care of yourself and meet me at the terminal station, 3rd platform!” With a push-off, Meadow was gone. The cloud was only now starting to reach Tempest’s ears, but at the neck of the alley, there was still room for clearance if Meadow dove above the officer’s heads. She didn’t have any wings to flap, so there would likely be less disturbance to the dust in the air.

The mare on the right cupped a hoof to her mouth while her partner brandished a flashlight. “You’ve nowhere to go! Come towards us after you’ve deactivated your spells!”

The dog’s hackles raised as he started to lunge upwards, causing both officers to look up. After a tense moment, the officer with the K-9 unit gave the animal a terse command, causing the dog to whine before backing down. He directed his light back and forth in the alley. “If you don’t come now I’ll be forced to release the dog!”

Tempest waited for the flashlight to sweep back towards her again. Her ability to shadow-jump was paltry compared to Princess Luna, and she needed to have enough contrast in the lighting conditions for it to work. In this darkened alley, she wasn’t sure about her chances until she noticed more defined shadows from the flashlight. Finally it swept back to her position behind the dumpster.

Perfect.

The voice from above called out. “Behind the dumpster—I see her!”

Tempest heard wings. She activated a shield spell, just in case the pegasus had a ranged weapon. Her ears could make out more officers coming. No matter. She tuned out the shouts and distractions, focusing on the deep well within her own soul. Turning inward, she drew energy from the Dreamsphere, just as Luna had schooled her in days so long ago.

Stepping into the shadow, she was gone.

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait. To compensate, I tried to have this chapter be extra fun!

Not sure if the comic will continue, but the story will go to completion. Maybe the comic will find a way there as well, but... the artist (my daughter) has got lots of other stuff to do to ready herself for College and everything else going on. That, and she also now works for Burger King. I for one, greatly look forward to an original story she has been working on. It's going to be A.W.E.S.O.M.E.

Yeet. :pinkiecrazy:

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