Author's Note

Yea, sorry about the late update. I really am a procrastinator. Meant to send this before September ended. (Sigh) And to think its all ready been a year. Lol. Gotta stay in tune with this. Anyway, your not here to hear me make excuses. Without further adieu. Here's the latest Ch. Enjoy.

And again, feel free to comment or hit that like. Thanks.

Ch.9 To be a Merc. Pt.2

The cold drips of something wet, echoed throughout the foundation of where I was. The water nice. Calm. Refreshing. Only for the once clear surface to distort every now and then as a ripple forms. Its small wave causing a slight shift through me. The sensation bouncing against my chest, traversing the feeling with in.

Stretching my right foot slightly above the water’s surface, more drips formed. Forming more ripples. And causing the feeling all over again. As I sat back; leaning against and on a crystal structure in the cave. My eyes, gazing at the raise appendage in the water. It no longer feeling previously sore like before.

Flexing the first toe, then working my way on the other four. They let out a satisfying sound. A satisfying distinction, for the joints reveled in the activity. Switching lanes, my other leg rose above water, letting off a similar feel. And with a stroke of both hands. They cascade along my leg’s thigh. Moving along the length down, then back up. My left, brushing against my outer thigh while my right, moves inward; to a particular area. Getting ever close. In a desire to potentially clean whatever filth, that possibly lingered between. In a comforting way..

..it was nice.

The act of bathing of course. God how I missed this.

Time in hell really dulls the sense of forgotten feelings. Forgotten comforts. Forgotten enjoyments of living. But it made sure I never forget the previous life before, along with the troubles it came with. Every dreadful thing I once been through. Relived. And experienced. It kept my memories fresh, never to be forgotten. Not even the torture techniques once undergone, can ever be erased. Because for most nights, I dream awake.

Still back in a gate.

Strapped, to that damn confined chair. It distressing in every way, as a certain gate lord took time out of her busy schedule, to spend with me, personally. Often, needing to pick my brain with some small talk. Moving a few things inside, literally, while she does this.

Things which controlled the motor function of the body. The concept of thoughts. My hearing. My sight. My sense of anything and more, as each of her devices got a turn in on the fun. Impairing my body movement, unless she wanted to make a life puppet out of me. Impairing my speech. My voice, unless she wanted to hear me scream or slur words from the pain. Taking them as signs to follow through with whatever she’s been babbling about for the last century. In all honesty, I didn’t care.

Couldn’t, afford to. Given that I couldn’t think straight most of the time. But still... I didn’t.

*Drip*

Another drop hitting the surface. Bringing the ripples of realization with it. For I’ve been gone too long, now.

’Alright..’

Getting up from my lax position. Sweeping my right foot out the water, I walked over to my belongings. A cloth at hand drapes over a crystal in waiting. Picking it up, my skin wet. I dry my self off, top to bottom. Once done, I settled it back down. Then, bringing my arms overhead, down. I straighten out a black tank top, now covering my chest. Followed next with straitening my hair and drying it with the cloth. For the quick bath in this crystal cavern cove, was to remain a secret best not shared.

Reaching in my bag and pulling out a nice pair of black pants resembling my jeans. I slowly, put them on, after my underwear. Which made me respect the twins craftsmanship, for they completely recreated another outfit prior to my original one. And with a skip of a jump, I pulled the rest up to my waist. Once zipped. And my belt fastened around, I gave a light stretch. Feeling all the comforts, in every movement.

Deciding it was fine. And perhaps a little too much time wasted, I gathered everything I had into the bag and put on the rest of my snowy attire. Making way, to leave.

Once at the entrance of where I came, I turned around slightly; giving one last look before I left. This national treasure, unreal and marvelous. Isolated and alone. Both beautiful and free, from anyone’s or any beings touch.... made me want to stay a bit longer.

A thought... I would’ve liked.

Facing forward, I headed out. The brimming light concluding into nothingness ahead. As I walk in the shrouded darkness, back to the group. Still hearing the fire crackling.

Even now.

~<>~

“I dunno. I still say someone should of went with her.”

“What, and that someone being you Blaze?” Ebony responds.

“Maybe. I didn’t exactly see her carry a torch, a moon-ring, or some magical item into the dark. Did you?”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Why?” A jubilant tease coming along. “You worried about her or something.” A bubbly voice spoke.

Returning the same humor in a smile. “With a bode like that, of course, I am. If it were you or Ebony, I’d be worry too. We are teammates now, after all. Wouldn’t you, Violet?”

“Haha~. I guess I would.” Responding. “But like me, I doubt your her type, though.”

“At least not yet, anyway.” A sense of playboy attitude. “I’ve yet to sway you or her, with my good charms. If I wanted it, I could get her to like me in about a week or two. So don’t be surprised if you ever see us, alone, after the mission; training extensively.” Staring into the flames. “I heard she likes to train rough. Perhaps I could give her something ‘rough’ to train with.

Cracking up. “Careful Blaze. Your ego might burn out if she ever catches you saying that.” Violet meagerly says, between fits.

“Trust me.” With a knowing smile that says it all. “My ego is always crisp. There’s no such thing as ’burn out’.”

“Really~.” Ebony, glancing his way. “Care to bet on that?”

“Bet what?” Asking.

“First three rounds of cider at Sweet Whistle’s Tavern, when we get back. Along, with a shift replacement with me, for a week. If you somehow manage to croak, around Reyna, during the mission.” A surprising tone, for I mistook her not as a betting person.

“Oo~h! I want in on this!” Violet excitedly says.

Sitting up from his slouch position. Blaze looks on, intrigued. “Well, this outta be interesting.”

“If your so confident, twenty bits say, you won’t ask her out, during the entire mission. Another twenty, says she turns you down without so much as recognition.”

A ludicrous look, showing. “That’s it. Really? And here I thought this was gonna be a challenge.” He scoffs. “This’ll be a breeze. So what do I get in return if I win?”

“Hmm...” Looking up as she postures for a moment. A finger taps her bottom lip. “Then I guess I’ll do whatever you want, for a week once we return.” A mischievous smile forms. “Me--and Sparks.” She playfully said.

Leaning ever so slightly on Ebony.

“No matter what it is, we’ll do it willingly without questions.”

Taken aback, Ebony was going to interject. But instead took one good glance from Violet. An unamused look at first, still retaining an unamused look. And yet, whatever Violet was doing. Worked.

“Fine.” She simply says. Before observing the fire once more.

With uncertainty hidden in his voice. “Are you two serious?” Clearly not buying it. Yet.. placing a hand on Ebony’s chin, Violet pulled her in closer. Their lips, a thread apart. Then speaking, her eyes never leaving her’s...

Saying it so seductively. “That is if you're in. Blaze.”

Thus, getting the proper response she’s been waiting for. For the look, plastering on the man’s face told exactly what he wanted. A look you know all too well when your in the world’s greatest candy store as a kid. Dying internally slow, to try that one, best delicious-sweet candy, among a sugar cane of thousands. Patiently waiting for the go-ahead from daddy or mommy dearest to say, 'go on slugger, you earned it.' Well...

..ensnared like a child, oblivious to the dangers of candy no matter how sweet. Blaze did the one thing all children tend to do, to fill that calling.

He gave in, to his temptation...

..his greed.

“You know I am.” Signing his warrant.

However, the quietest member of the group finally spoke... Well, in his own way, anyway. As he places a hand on Blaze’s shoulder, nodding his head in a no gesture.

A man that pales the others in height and size. Whom, I never really heard utter much of a word throughout the whole trip. As the atmosphere around him was always constantly quiet and calm. Like someone with little presence around others; even if he wasn’t obscured, by the cloak he wore.

But I could tell. Just by the way he moves.

His actions were his own words.

Shrugging the hand off, almost in understanding. “There comes a time in every man’s life Jade, where he can never back down in front of a lady. Such is the occasion, my friend. That and...” Facing the two, dead set. “..cause I never know when to. You got a deal.”

Not even bothering to hide her wickedly-kind, grin. “Then consider it made. And I’d like my bits after our next pay.” Violet says. “All of them.”

Feeding the flames once more. ”You can be terribly cruel, at times.” Ebony whispered, chilling back in her previous position. Shuffling the burning twigs in front of her, stick in hand.

And with a sigh. Jade patted Blaze’s shoulder once more...

..almost, in knowing defeat. Then pointing over to a path in the dark. “You should have listened.” His first words, since departure.

Looking from the pointed position, into the dark. Blaze scanned the area on Jade’s right. Concentration on his face; as he fought hard, examining anything he could, that seemed perplexed. Deeper within.

Till giving up a moment later. “What? Afraid of the dark now, big guy? There’s nothing there.” Pulling out a flask and raising the cylinder to mouth.

“No, but you should be.” A voice responds in the shadows. “Cause you never know what may lurk about.” Mine's.

Opening my eyes, anew. I gazed intently, by Blaze’s sudden reaction. As he did a spit-take, fueling the flames some more as they raged bright for a moment before calming themselves.

“What the-” Wiping his mouth, anxious. Then rising to his feet. Reaching something from behind. “Reyna? Is that you?” The other three with affixed looks. Mostly, with interests.

“Heh~.” Narrowing my eyes. “Why so jumpy, Blaze? I thought you said you were ’crisp’.” Leaning off the cavern’s side wall. Then placing my left hand against it as I step forward. “Or are you not as confident as you claim to be.” My hand brushes off. Further into the light.

Specks of earth, dusting from my fingertips.

“Uh-no. (cough) It’s just... your eyes.” Settling back, in his previous, calm manner. Although, still grasping firm of a weapon, most likely.

Casually responding. “Well if they bother you that much. I guess I'll get some rest then. Long day and all.” Seeing a spot to huddle up for the night. I placed my bag down against a wall not too far from the fire. Laying my head down in comfort, ready to rest, away from the group.

“Hahaha~. Real smooth. You might as well pay me now.” Viol squeaks.

“Tch.” In a low tone of a whisper, that my ears caught. “You both knew she was there, didn’t you?" Annoyance, clearly in his voice.

“I haven’t a clue what you mean. Honest.” Violet, merrily said.

"Bull." He whispers. "I bet that's what Jade was warning about. You baited me."

Not sitting there, taking it. “Don’t tell me you're trying to back out of our arrangement with an excuse now, Blaze? Because you wanted to take the bet. Remember?" He huffs. "And by your display, I dare say I won mine’s.”

“Wha-but-” Cutting him off.

“I’m sorry. What was it about being a man and never backing down, in front of a lady?” Ebony chided.

Looking over my shoulder.

The stick, shifting in her grasp. Its end piece catching as she holds it up, before him. “Because by the way, your acting, it seems that was just some more talk, like your ego.” Another surprising tone, in voice.

Without saying anything, Blaze stood there. Beginning to comb through his hair, repeatedly with hand. His mind pondering a response, of what next to do. And when finally figuring that out, he sat down. “Damn." Closing his eyes in frustration. "Guess it can’t be helped. Your crafty Ebony. I’ll be sure to get you back next time.”

Then rising too.

“It’s not all bad. At least you get to buy the first round for our new group."

“Yea. And I know the best booze on Whistle’s shelf, too.”

“No doubt, the expensive kind.” Dread, burrowing on his forehead.

“Well duh. What better way to celebrate our first mission together if not the best drink.” A bigger smile.

“Ugh~.” He groaned. “I can’t lose to you too. How'd I dug myself into this sinking hole, here?"

“You did when you betted against me." Beginning to walk to the cave’s outer entrance. "Now play nice you two." Leaving the stick and flame's comfort. Instead, meeting up with someone who's been silently watching.

More so on me.

Facing the wall, I closed my eyes. Tuning out the sounds, of soon to be conversations and of the campfire. Instead, settling in for the night, for I doubt we’d get another opportunity to rest like this for the journey ahead.

A minite Ago

<<>>

The night air passing me, I stood post studying the forest. Its calmness and obscurity peaceful, and somewhat annoying at the same time. For it could give any predator out there, the mere thought of possibly, sneaking up on us. And if it did. Well.

My blade was ready for the taste.

Looking behind me, Blaze gave a sudden reaction, calling out Reyna's name. Not to my surprise, she responded. Her eye aglow, in the dark, however, did.

Studying its texture. It would seem the rumors I've heard from the surviving guards, during the massacre of Ponyville, were somewhat true. For if there is another woman or form, she's somehow been hiding, then I wanted to see it. This... wolf... that saved Hurricane and his knights. For the Queen and higher-ups seem to think quite highly of her.

Stepping briefly into the edge of the campfire's light, Reyna huddled down near a wall, on my left. While the other members of this 'Star Fall' team, traded conversations. Most words, out of reach to hear.

Examining them... Blaze. Not someone I'd personally know, nor from the same battalion or pasts squads. I, however, have heard quite a few interesting things about him. A top tier flyer with considerable speed, combat history, reflexes, and a masterful lance expert, completely outpacing those around him. Has heart, when it comes to being a guard but also displays a cocky-behavior, when on missions and not. Something I've come to learn over the course few days.

'Might need to keep an eye on him.' Moving on.

Jade, while not the talkative type, I've seen him around a couple times. For someone of his stature, he's quite maneuverable and resourceful with that weapon of his. Even now, I try not to imagine the image of a wendigo's caved-in skull. That certain event isn't something I wish to remember... nor him. But now that I think about it, its no wonder he barely talks, anymore...

Noticing a woman's perky smile. 'Violet Everfall.' Someone I've never heard of before. And yet, the Queen chose her for such a mission. 'I wonder what skills you hide under that winter cloak of yours.' Seeing a familiar face approaching, and past her, Reyna observing over a shoulder.

Till one look from me, she fades back into her sleep.

"See something you like sir or is she that alarming, too?"

Facing the Everfree. "Take your pick."

To this, a soft smile took Ebony's face, before becoming stationary again. In a moment...

"She's been gone for some time you know... long enough for something to have happened.

"I know."

"Perhaps, Blaze was right. Someone should of went with her. With eyes like those, I doubt she'd ever get lost in the dark."

"I bet." Keeping small talk.

"..Why aren't you saying more, sir? Aren't you worried? Concerned maybe? With what Queen Faust told us and the importance of this mission; I'm not completely bought, Reyna's someone we can place our life or this mission's success, with."

Taking a breath. My view changed slightly from the forest to her, beside's my right. "I completely agree with you, but then again. Its still be too early to rule her out." My view now, on the sleeping member. "The Queen's no fool. She wouldn't have sent Reyna with us otherwise if she felt she couldn't be trusted. I sure as hell don't, but by the spear of Arteros--the council feels differently. Still... I will report this in the book, just in case."

"..Alright." Her gaze wandering.

"Do you know anyone here besides' me?"

"Jade of course. And Violet, well. It was never boring having her around, last year."

"Why's that?"

"I was tasked with showing a proper, combat-flight demonstration, in worst case scenarios. You know, dodging and preceding attacks. Followed up with maneuverability and planned tactics. Leading either, to escape or victory. No sooner had I finished, someone stepped up for the first challenge of the day."

"And how'd she do." Interested.

"Let's just say she likes to get in real close and cause some trouble. Almost, like someone else here." Noticing Blaze. "I've heard of his reputation."

"I see..." The group resting cozily by the fire. "The knight commanders seem to praise him highly, from what I've been told."

"That they do, but not exactly what I was referring to." Looking at her. She returns back, with the same look.

"Oh... well, knowing you, you'd most likely ignore his advanced gestures."

"That I will. Doesn't mean the rumors about his excessive flirting, are any less true. Mediocre, at best."

A small smile creeping its way. "Doesn't mean you can't handle it. You've been through worse."

"..haven't we both." Facing the forest. Its quiet demeanor affecting us, as another cold breeze passes, yet neither of us deters from it. For such things, we have gotten used to over the years as flyers. "Why don't you get some rest, sir. I can watchpoint."

"No, I'm fine. You need to rest along wi-" Cutting me off.

"You also need to rest, sir. Or at least socialize with the others a little, before you do."

With a look. "Don't I?"

"Giving out orders isn't the same as getting to know them. And you know it." Getting closer to me. "This isn't like before. You are a leader now, and while I know you. They don't. They may have respect for you, but they don't know you as well as I do."

"Why Ebony, it almost sounds like your flirting with me."

"Silver..." She sighs.

"Fine..." Acknowledging. Not feeling like going into it. "You always were stubborn."

"And you always try to distance your feelings, given how much you care for others."

Before my boots could even crunch the snow, underfoot. "..in this world. I have to."

"You don't always." Giving me a last look.

"That's what Sunrise thought too..."

"Sorry... what was that?" A hand of her's reaches but pause in scene.

Not even facing her. "..it was nothing." Walking off, the snow finally making its noisy crunch. "Three-hour shift, Ebony. Make sure you get some rest, too. O.K."

"Goodnight... sir."

Walking to the brimming light. Its warmth in the cavern's inner sanctum, drawing me ever closer. The others sat in comfort, gathered around a vibrant flame. "So..." Sitting down. Facing the unlucky man. "I hear you're buying the first round. Much obliged."

<<< Reyna's Point of View>>>

The next day, I found myself watching the rising sun. It appearing over the trees yonder in morning-feel and eagerness, to start the day. The sky's color a mixture of blue and orange, entwined in a painted scenery. Sifts of snow, briefly falling off the trees linen. A squirrel moving from one trunk to another, in search of food. And, the occasional pack of eight wendigos in hiding.

Releasing a breath. I stood up from my sitting position on a boulder. Stretching upward and bending my back, cause the ruffles of joints to squeeze. Escaping a great bliss through me. Even more, was my bloodlust throughout the night, keeping them at bay.

I woke up some time ago alerted by their presence. And took Jade's position as night watch. However, the man wanted to serve up his shift completely and almost wouldn't budge. But I managed to convince him to hit the head early, nevertheless.

The campfire gone-as it too, sunder asleep. I found my way walking over to Silver's side. Kneeling down, not even placing a hand on him yet. A sharp metallic feel, touched my neck. Clear intent in its make.

Staring into his worried eye's, a smile I could barely suppress. Forms. "Morning. Had a good night's sleep?"

"..peachy." Removing a blade's edge, slightly. "Something you want?" He asks.

"Yea." Wanting to see his next reaction. "Came to warn you about the pack of carnivores, waiting outside. You know, the wendigos." His eyes widen greatly than before, hearing this. Then looking about, around the cavern to outside.

"Who's guarding post?"

"That would be me." Responding.

"Then, what the hell are you doing in here?!" He shouts. Getting the others to stir from it. "They could be advancing in on us as we speak. Ebony, everyone, wake up. Now!!" Rising, himself.

Putting a hand on him in reassurance. "Relax. I said I came to warn you. Doesn't mean I let my guard down for them to approach us. They're still hiding out in the forest."

"And you know this how?!" He stood, facing me.

Turning to the entrance and walking. "Because I'm just that good. And if you don't believe me, then I'll take care of it." Cutting off my lust. "And if we're leaving soon, mind grabbing my bag? Thanks." Heading out. Not even facing the others as they rose from their sleep.

"Where's she heading?" Viol asks. Tired in voice.

"Heading, to get herself killed. Ready your weapons and follow."

Upon waiting outside, the members of the team gathered beside me. I was going to say something, but a growl from the forest's direction, beat me to it. In which, came out several hungry looking creatures: feast, written in their eyes, claws ghastly and sharper than a steel knife, and teeth; unkempt for tearing through flesh.

The numbers, previously from before had risen. For there were about fourteen together now, surrounding us.

Seeing this, "I guess something like this was bound to happen. No time like the present to test our compatibility." Silver says, ripping away his cloak. Revealing his get up and lock of silver hair. The saber from yesterday along with a smaller sword, both holster on his left hip. A lighter armor outfit, showcasing his shoulders and back muscles in a grease-fabric. Along with a helmet, different from the guards at Canterlot, fastened on his right. Detailing a knight's own battle image.

Doing the same, the others revealed their assortment's, under their cloak. Same outfit design and helmets, but different weaponry and gear: For Blaze, a handheld spear appeared in length. It's sharpness at least two-feet in design, with an eccentric look. The handle attached, with another sharp end point. A sword, plastered on his side.

Revealed, in a better look- her hair yellow mixed with green. Ebony, had a bow unlike anything I've ever seen before; as she reminds me of Atalanta, from the Fate/Stay anime series. Minus, the ears.

Her bow, itself, looked like it had an inner sharp edge; formed into keen blades. Its string, giving an ethereal glow. Having me wonder where she stored her quiver, for ammo.

Like Ebony, Violet also looked better with her short hot-pink and purple hair. Carrying a set of knives and daggers around her hip's. Two pouches on either side. A weapon set similar to that of Jack. Springing forth sharp tools in hand, ready to fight. A flick of playment in between.

Last, but not least. Jade, with a similar cut to that of Hurricane, had a shift of emerald hair, darkening in color. A warhammer in one hand, surprising it's weighted look.

Snarling in aggression, my focus was once more on the impending threat.

'Well, if they wanna join in. So be it.'

A halo covers me. Reaching behind, I unsheathe Zangetsu, grasping firmly in both hands ready to do this. The air changing, everything quiet, everyone tense- rigid in movement. 'A split second', being the deciding factor for what's about to happen. For what's about to go down. Unfortunately....that factor was me.

In a big sneeze.

"Achoo!" Hugging myself. Feeling the cold tension. "Ugh. Why am I so damn cold?!" The comforts of having a tail wrapped around, failing, in doing me any favors.

Without wasting another second, the group of monsters charged us. Heave of snow, sprawling away from their mad sprint, closing the distance. "To the sky, now!!" Silver says, sprouting angelic wings, taking flight. Ebony, Blaze, Violet, and Jade following suit, as they too, flew back a bit before soaring above. I, on the other hand, got my head in the game, meeting the frenzy.

Taking Zangetsu to my side, I slash upward. Raising myself along with a wendigo in the air. Right before finishing it off with a couple more strikes. Retrieving Zangetsu embedded in one as it falls from midair, others took its place in view, as they jumped in an effort to kill me. Maneuvering out of reach from a claws-length, I spun in a front flip. My right leg sweeping down, ax kicking the mutt that attacked. Plummeting, head first into the ground.

While three others approach, closer in range.

In rapid shots- arrows rained down, piercing through them. Sending the wendigos back crashing down. Upon landing on my feet, I figured it was Ebony, given their glow and sudden disappearance. Rushing forward, two more boxed in, in front of me. With my left index finger, I fired a small beam across-at the patch snow; causing a startlement in their run. Blade extended, I cut through the both of them, as a knife would through butter. Their corpses plopping in the snow, behind me.

Soaking the white plain, in red shades.

The previous wendigo I had knocked down before, rose its head out of the ground. Shaking fussily, clearing the snow away. Upon looking up, it's face was met with the back piece of a warhammer, belonging to Jade. Toppling over in on itself, it looked like its back was ready to mend. Lifting his weapon once more, Jade descends down even harder in its face. Then again. And again. Dismembering its face in a puddle of broken teethes, broken bones, and tissue. A crushing snap was heard in the end as the beast's support, finally gave out.

A sight to gruesome to even say.

Seeing one of their own out the fight, in a ghastly display. Two others, headed for Jade. Snarling with hate, they prepare themselves and their claws with vengeance, aloud. Jade in response, grab firm of his hammer in both hands, ready for it. A dagger thrown in the air, however, had much to say instead.

Injuring one of the two in the eye, leaving it stunned. Its other member still in pursuit without concern, but animosity. Bearing its claw, it swung forth, downwards. Jade guarding, to block with the hammer's sharp side, met the blow as he parries to the side. Flapping his wings in a strong beat, he used this speed to spin, bringing his ax in a cleaving way. But misses, as the wendigo saw this, jumping back.

The one that was injured tried to pry the dagger out of its socket, but...

"What's the matter. Don't like your gift?" Violet appears on it's back from nowhere. "Here, let me get that for you." Two blades in hand, she slits the throat of the beast, in a wide gash. It no longer reaching for its eye, but throat, to stop the excess of blood, flowing. Getting on its knees, "There. All better now, yes?" Plucking the blade out swiftly. Causing a reaction as the thing cries in marbled screech and chokes on its own blood. Falling limp in its position. Arms drooping.

'She seems nice. I like her.'

Ducking a wild swing, Violet weaves back from a flurry of blows. Showcasing a smile in doing so.

"Whoops! So close. Almost got me!" Taunting another beast. Her dagger, ready.

"Yagh!" A spear plants behind. Digging in, through its back. Blaze, hovering above the ground, holding the pierced-wendigo in place. Taking the opening granted to her, Viol moves in for the kill.

Swinging Zangetsu behind then slashing in a wide arc, I cleave through an arm appendage. Belonging to another wendigo. It rears back from the pain and mostly gauges the harm Zangetsu brings, for it distancing itself, was an indication. Lunging forward I get ready to kill it, unfortunately, another one took its place instead. Sacrificing itself, letting its member escape through the woods."

Flying overhead, I see Silver assisting Jade with two others. His swordsmanship impressive, dual wielding blades in hand. Dodging fatal blows, whilst slitting the risks and tendons of a wendigo. It soon collapsing from his handiwork, alive.

"Sir! Ebony shouted. Having a bird's-eye view, above. "One of the wendigos is escaping through the woods. I can't get a clear shot! If it leaves, it may gather others to attack us again!" Aiming her bow.

"I'm on it!" Following its trail. The red stains of blood leading me forwards. Running through the forest once more it was only then, the cold air brushed my skin in icy feel. Groaning in displeasure, I quicken the pace. The blood in the snow leading me near a river stream; its surface mostly filled atop with a layer of thick ice and snow.

Upon catching up to it, Zangetsu in my palm, I couldn't help but think of the controversy here. These things were renowned killing machines. Fierce and monstrous, from the many stories told and ideology based, around them. Especially, when they chased me through Ponyville, in that last battle. But, here I am becoming the hunter. Hunting, my own prey...

"I'm on you now, slowpoke. Your ass is mine!" Leaning forward, sprinting faster. Bearing my fang, I swept at its head. Eager for the kill. Yet, somehow. Someway, it sensed its demising death, upon it. For the wendigo lowered its head at the last possible second. Slowing down in an abrupt stop.

Missing overhead, my body spun, correcting its course to face the thing. Touching the snow and ground sliding back, I planted Zangetsu firm, coming to a stop myself. It glared at me in disdain.

"Leaving so soon. Don't wanna stick around with your friends?" Beginning to walk nonchalantly towards it. It, backing up slightly from my presence. "Well, that's too bad. They're having quite some fun, back there." Preparing to end this. "But, if you really wanna go then, please. By all means." Getting in a stance: my sword at arm level in front of my chest. Handle in both hands. My legs bent, anticipating for the signal to move. While the tip of the blade face's the enemy, in killing gleam.

Eyeing me, it pauses its movement. Guessing it knows fully well, there's no escape. 'Ready or not, here I come.' About ready to pounce.

And yet... couldn't.

For I just stood in my position, watching as the monster before me, came up with a really stupid idea.

Turning tail to the river, it skits over the ice from its upstart running. Tripping now and then, but nonetheless refused to stay put. Doing remarkably well, considering an arm mutilated, in disarray.

'That's just... sad.'

'It really is.' Pathetically crawling, nowhere near halfway across. 'Watching it is starting to bum me out.' Sheathing Zangetsu.

'Think it can swim?'

'Hm. Probably?' Relaxing my stance, unsure.

'Care to find out? Might lift the boredom.'

My left-hand twitches, by the idea. "Yea, I think it just might." Raising the index fingers, shifting them in a pointed gun position. As a certain energy flexes; its nature ghostly, traversing from within the core of my chest through the arm. Aiming at the river, set.

Energy fuming at the tips in sickle smoke, I fire a shot.

Piercing through the ice, hitting the surface near the carnivore. Shifts of crack in the area's surface spreading. Firing another, I shot in front of the wendigo. Another on its right. Then two more behind it on each side. Turning to face me, it's eyes going wide.

I saw a hint of fear for the first time.

Moving my fingers close to lips. "I guess even monsters have something to be afraid of. Have a nice swim." I blew out the sweet-sickle, candle.

The next scene in play--a drowning beast falling through--claws it's way in the freezing water, to get out. Becoming a feline cat. Too stubborn to ever learn how to swim or face it's most terrifying fear. Swatting and reaching for a piece of dry land. A solid surface for safety. Only, for the ice to break in brittle remnants, every time it believes it got ahold of something. It's lungs flooding, by the icy-grave, the river depths gave.

Screaming and kicking in rebellious protest, brought a satisfying melody to ears. 'That's better.' Listening to its pleas. The fill of enjoyment as a soul suffers.

Till...

"Reyna!" A voice shouts, pulling my attention, elsewhere. Ruining the mood. Facing the approaching flyer, I was met with a pair of familiar faces. Landing, Silver returns the same expressionless-look. His wings folding away someplace.

'Seriously, what are they. Descendants of angels or something?' Levy jokes.

Looking to me, it was then he heard the gurgle cries of something. Checking the river, he watches as the wendigo I chased down, drown at last, in the water. Then facing me.

"..not even gonna ask. You hurt?" Giving my form, a quick study. Though, trying not to show it.

"Not a scratch on me." Opening my arms in gesture.

"Wow." Blaze, say's, hovering in flight. An impressed tone in voice. Different, compared to last night. "Has anyone ever told you, you look-"

"Amazing!" Violet says, coming down. "Are those your ear's? And is that a tail?! Aww~ you look so adorable in white. Come here. Who's the best she-beast around. You are. Yes, you are." Saying it in a weird way. Along with trying to feel my tail-- wrapped around my waist, and wanting to pet me, for some inexplicit reason.

With the strength of a finger against her forehead, keeping her back. "Yeah, no. I ain't-a pet."

"Aw, come on. You're like a cute lil pup. Its gonna be hard resisting to rub your head. I bet you might even wag your tail or shudder, from the little excitement. Pretty Please?" Pouting, with a face of pure innocence.

All the while Blaze, snickers in amusement. Enjoying the sudden show.

'Okay, I change my mind. Kill her.' My hollow say's.

Removing my finger, I grab onto Violet's wrist. "No." I send her flying up. Detransforming from my ghost's state, finally. For if the cold wasn't going to get me, it just might be her. Stepping forward, I skated back to the cave's entrance. Alone.

"......"

"......"

"..She totally wants a rub."

"Violet, (sigh) knock it off."

"Never!! And I'm gonna give it to her, even if it kills me!"

Someone, finally bursts. Laughing their ass off.

~<>~

Upon arriving back at the entrance. "Gotta say, I didn't mind the action one bit. Really cuts loose the same old routine, the last couple of days. And who knew you were quite the sharpshooter, Ebony. Got this one in the heart." Blaze says, checking a corpse with the bottom of his greave. "Poor bastard. Ya never stood a chance. A real heart-breaker, she is."

Hearing this and briefly looking his way. "I prefer you not call me such things."

Chuckling a bit. "Sorry, if I offended you, Ebony. It was meant, as a little joke. What I mean to say is that you have one heck of a dead-eye. And that bow... never seen one like it before. Where'd you get it?"

Picking up her cloak and putting it on. "Had it specially crafted, just, for me. But if your interested, I could use a practice target. Want to be it?"

"Uh--no. I prefer to keep my head, thank you."

Stepping up and about to head in, cloak draped, "Gather your things. We wasted enough time as is. We leave in five minutes." Silver said.

"No offense sir, but shouldn't we catch our breath first and let our circuits rest a bit. We have just gone through a fight, after all. Might need to conserve our strength for the flight ahead." Blaze said. Putting in his opinion.

"Can't. With these dead bodies scattered out and about, dripping blood, There bound to draw some unwanted attention. As we speak, a pack could be on their way here, if not already." I interjected.

"Which is exactly why we must leave. So gather your things and make preparations. If need be, we still have 'mage elixir' to keep us going for a couple more days. Two weeks, remember? Two weeks to meet the deadline and report in whatever we find. So, let's get to it." Going to collect his stuff.

"If we make it to the gorge in two weeks that'll be a record for sure." Blaze chided.

A long exasperated gasp, "Perhaps, even the greatest record ever, in flyer's history." Viol stares, wide-eyed in awe and determination. "Let's go!" Running inside. Seeing her eager.

Getting my stuff and having a ration for breakfast. The members of the team that can fly ascended into the skies, once more. Silver taking point, soaring ahead, while I pursue behind on foot. Skating through the forest's wilderness, becoming bothersome up to this point. Of course, I could save myself the hassle and fly instead, but what a waste of precious ghost energy, that'll be. Never know when I might need it.

That, and because I haven't really been practicing much at it. Busy learning other techniques and all.

'When we get back remind me to put flying at the top of my to-do list.' Rushing forth. Blurring through the cold scenery, traveling to our next designated location. 'Along with getting a better coat.'

~<>~

Grateful I was for this open, rushing terrain. Not much obstruction in the way besides the slope and few rocks sprouted out, every now and then; as I zip past them. Nope. Just me, my skates, and this body of water, heading downstream. Pushing, pedal to the medal, I was having a bit of a blast over the river, Silver said we could travel.

Easier too, for me.

It's been a tiresome, a couple of days. Tomorrow, being the last day to confirm observation, on the other scout team. Whether to determine if they were alive and well, or perhaps, if what Faust believes is true - from the way Silver read his book and informs us - is that they've been made. Cover blown, as she continues to get similar reports. But, without the end cue signifying Swift, as the writer. Meaning something must have happened.

Looking up, over my shoulder. The group, of elite hand-picked flyers above, were beyond the term - exhausted. Sluggish even. Can't blame them for it. Traveling day and night, excessively for two weeks while consuming bottles of liquid made to replenish their magic. This mission's success which could determine the fate of their people. Their home. And getting to the last known location of a missing garrison, that's been on an expedition for nearly ten months. Outside of Canterlot. Would do that to anyone.

Even after agreeing to carry most of the supplies for them, they looked deader than me. 'I'm surprised they haven't broken yet.'

'You kidding, their one breeze away from falling in. Look at them.'

Spinning around, my legs straining with effort. Slowing my speed and hovering over the frigid cool water, traveling back. I glanced quick, studying Violet's and Blaze's face, for they weren't wearing much facial protection as the others. Their eyes, droopy. Weary. The byproduct of continuous missed sleep, hunger, overexertion, and fatigue, way kicked in. Going by the others, they were obviously in the same boat. Luckily we made it out of that tundra swamp. Because for some stupid reason, the water gave off a foreboding feeling, underneath.

Must have been one of those hydra things Silver was warning about, earlier.

Hearing a rapid noise, I spun around. Seeing a tide of rushing water falling over a fall. And a crevice rock somewhat over the edge, sticking out.

Getting close, my feet lands on the hanging cliff. Covered by two fronts of open vast, strong currents. Walking to the edge, I looked down at the ravine before me. The scenery below in view, no longer displaying a forest's or swamp's landscape. But a barren bedrock, open valley's gorge, beneath. Its rocky terrain split in half, by a running river stream, coming from the waterfall. At least a good three-hundred-foot drop, from where I stood. Looking back up, studying my right: grassy fields with minimal trees and lush green in view, filled the land. Studying my left, now: awaited a small grassy field, mostly ending with barren patches of land. Stretching way forth over to a mountain range.

Guessing this was the outskirt of Froggy Bottom... Bogg? Sounds extremely stupid, for a name.

Finally, catching up to me. The members of the team landed on the crevice, as well. Blaze, Violet, and Jade, taking a breather as each one collapse in their own way. Ebony, slightly hunched over, removing her hood overhead. Sweating trickles of rain, from her brow.

"Finally... we're... here." Silver says. Loosening his attire a bit. Removing the cloak. For the weather did feel warm and moist, as a spring-summer feel to it. Pulling out a map, he examined it. Tracing his fingers on it to some point. A slight smile actually making his face. Collapsing too, he sat on his ass from the fall. Breathing frantically, sweating beads.

"If we--if we follow alongside this bedrock gorge. And head towards those mountains in view...we should be able to rendezvous with Swift and his team...at their last known location." He breathes out, heavy in voice.

Collapsing too, on my knees after taking off the bags and cloak, gear. I observed the path once more. "There's not much elements in the way for hiding. A stealth approach isn't gonna work out here... it may be best to leave at nightfall." I said. Facing him.

"But we... we won't be able to see anything... if we do." Ebony responded, breathlessly.

"Its almost a full moon tonight. Surely that will help. If you guys soar overhead, you'll have a better lay of the land."

"And what of you?" He asked. "If we travel at night overhead, you can't travel with us the way you do. It'll draw you out. And leaving you behind to stay isn't an option I'm willing to take."

Blinking, in minimal, mild surprise.

"Didn't know I matter to you that much." Joking.

"You don't. Just don't want you on your own again like at the cave. Blaze will miss you."

"That's true." Said man raises his hand, before plummeting down. "So I... I think I'll just stay with her for a bit... till you return..." Laying against the surface, gasping for air.

Rolling my eyes. "I can keep up on foot. Don't worry about me."

Placing a hand on his chin, pondering. "While I agree that to be a smart move, the fact is we're not adapt to seeing in the dark, the way you do. Not to mention, if it is a full moon tonight, we'll have to soar at a differentiated altitude, just not to be seen... We could miss something vital, flying over-pass." Examining, the others. "And I don't think we have the mentality nor stamina, to fly straight for another night. Let alone, counter, an unfriendly situation. Should things turn south..."

Studying his gaze to the passing others. They all worse for wear, than when we first met. "...I guess your right." My eyes then scan him clearly. His reiatsu or more specifically, his reiryoku (magic), completely drained. And even if he did took a swig of that mage elixir he's been gulping for days. The added boost of stamina and refill of energy, would only be short-lived, anyway.

Which brought up a serious question.

'Just how much elixir and food, do we still have left?' Moving to the bags and checking inside, a handful of food rations and six bottles - each reverberating with strong reiryoku - were left, untouched.

Drinking wise, we had plenty of water. Thanks to the running stream, beside's me. But food wise, we didn't have enough for the journey back, once the task was complete... which makes me wonder. 'Just what has Swift and his team been doing for food? If they found nothing remaining of the Scout Regiment. And the barren land ahead that fills their report as a tumbleweed husk. Then wouldn't their supplies have dwindled already, if not by now.'

'Jeez, Queen. Why are you overthinking this? If there's subtle land or not, why do you care what they have to eat?' Levy asks.

Responding,

'It matters, because this would have had to be the only way for them to get there. And in case you hadn't notice, since we entered and pass through Froggy Bottom Bogg, the only source of life I could pick up on were those Hydras, underneath. Scanning now...' Shifting my focus and spiritual energy into sensing ahead. 'I'm not really picking up on anything in Swift's direction. Maybe I'm just to far to sense them....but I don't like this. This...anticipation, I'm getting.'

[color=#be7a43]'..That anticipation you feel, is partially fear.'

'Zangetsu...' I stutter in thought.

'In times of awareness, there has always been fear. Fear, leads to doubt. For which that doubt becomes an emotion, which tethers all beings, god or not, into a sense of worry. A sense of caution: diluted by clouded thoughts, misguided senses, and poor judgment... but often enough, that false sense of judgment, could be what keeps you alive. So trust that feeling. That fear, Reyna. And keep it well. For in this world, there's no telling what lies in wait, for us.'

'...In this world, what do I have to be afraid of?' I said, rhetorically.

Not hearing his voice for a few seconds. Building up his awaited, wording. 'Anything and everything, that's out to kill you... never forget that.'

True enough, he had a point. And begrudgingly, I couldn't agree more. But I didn't tell him that.

'In any case, I suggest you take this time to rest. Your body aches too, doesn't it?'

'It's nothing.'

'Even so. You've pushed beyond your physical limit as well. You can't think if you're exhausted. Or fight if you are hungry. So rest for now. If anything shows itself or happens nearby, we'll let you know... I know your feet are hurting. It might finally be time to give them a new lease.'

'..alright.' My focus turning to Silver and the group. They each lightening their outfit and gear, mostly taking them off.

"So, are we gonna camp here for the night?" I ask.

Observing me, then the layout. "Good isolated position and natural protection barrier. Plus, wide view and open scenery... I see no reason why not. This actually makes a good position. Just can't light a campfire is all, but doable." Silver says.

"Good to know." Standing up, jacket hitting the floor. While my feet help each other take off a pair of skates. "Then I guess the guys can have the first watch. Viol. Ebony. Care to join me?"

An incredulous look showing. "What are you doing?" Ebony glances. Unsure, herself.

"Oooh! I'm already in." Viol, cheers. Surprisingly, already stripped of her armor and gear. "Let's go!!" Sprinting fast, already after entering a runner's position.

Walking back, my right foot barely hanging over the edge. "What else. A swim of course." I lean back, over the falling spring. Gravity, plunging me into a free fall, near the base of the cool, rushing, drizzling waves.

Soon jumping over before uttering, "Don't forget our bags!" Viol, leaps like a kid would over a diving board. The splash waiting below to be an aftermath of our descent and playfulness, to keep cool under this whole mission's ordeal. The thought of worry and anticipation to be a theme for another day. A fun experience for the here and now, today...

waiting...