The chains that bound him would not last much longer, with his abnormal strength. The isolation cell was damp, dark, and disgusting. There was a small crack of light that shone through a miniscule gap in the wall. His head was looking down at the ground. The way the chains were arranged forced him to stand bipedal on his hind legs, so much so that he was used to it. He had been locked in here for three years, thanks to her. Starlight Glimmer. She had put him away because he had succeeded in getting his, and his little sister's cutie mark back. After that, he discovered what Starlight was planning for the population of her village and she sent a few soldiers to his home. They took his sister right in front of him, and beat him within an inch of his life. He was taken to the castle where he was given a choice. Starlight Glimmer said to him, 'You either get into the Equestrian armies, and report back to me what they are planning. If you succeed, you and your sister get to go free with your cutie marks. Or, if you don't, you will rot in a prison cell for the rest of your natural life, and your sister will be sold to the highest bidder... I'd rather not say what she could be made into.'

Every month or so Starlight would go and ask him if he had made his decision. But every time so far he had said 'no', and she would give him another chance. Today was his last. If he refused again, his decision would be permanent. Shooting Star heard the gears in the doors turning and cranking. Unsurprising to him, Starlight Glimmer walked in through the arched doorway. She looked arrogant as ever, and eager to talk to him. The door closed behind her, and she created a ball of pure light from her magic.

"So, Shooting Star... Have you made your decision?" She was already angering him. He chose to say nothing. He continued to look down.

"You and I are both aware that if you refuse my offer again, I will leave you here to die, and sell your sister to the highest bidder anywhere in Monfoalia... Possibly a slave driver, most likely one who 'trains' sex slaves."

"You wouldn't dare! She's 14 years old, she's way too young. And do you really think I'll let you do that? REALLY?!!"

"No, but I don't need your permission. It is a simple question: yes or no?" He said nothing, still enraged.

"Well then, I'll tell her you said 'hi'." She walked towards the door. Finally, Shooting Star made his decision.

"Wait! Wait." Starlight smiled and turned around. "Fine... I'll fucking do it. Just don't hurt my sister at all." Her horn glowed, and the shackles that bound his hooves were unlocked, and fell to the damp stone floor. Even the clamp that restricted his magic abilities separated into its two pieces, and hit the ground. He stood on all fours and was equal height to Starlight Glimmer.

"You're the only stallion capable of pulling this off." He begrudgingly awaited his orders. "Your task is to infiltrate Equestrian lines, and gain the trust of the alicorn sisters. Find out what they plan to do, and how they plan to defend against our armies. Then, once you have gained their trust.. Kill them both!" He took all this in. The task was a challenge for him, but, nothing he hadn't done before. In fact, the reason Saddle Arabia was without a leader for 2 years was because he had assassinated Dark Sandstorm's predecessor. He was in and out in a matter of minutes. All he had needed was a few weighted shuriken, his own blade, and his magic abilities. He walked past Starlight, saying nothing until he got to the doorway.

"I'll do it. But know this," Starlight was intrigued. He turned and faced her, with an eternal rage burning in his eyes.

"Once I have spilled the blood of Celestia and Luna, I will return... And stain my blade with yours!" Starlight Glimmer grinned in response.

"All the more reason for you to succeed in this mission. You will be allowed to quickly return to your home to gather essentials and weapons. After, you must undertake your journey to Equestria. You will stop twice on the way, once in the capital of Colton, and again in the Crystal Empire. Once you get to Equestria you will say you bare critical information regarding the Monfoalian armies' plans of attack. When you eventually get close to the princesses, you will first kill Celestia. After, you will isolate Luna, and kill her too. Understood?" He focused his mind.

"Yes. I understand. No witnesses, I take it. They won't find the bodies until I'm miles away."

"Perfect." Shooting Star walked out of the prison. The light was bright, nearly blinding. And it was much louder than he had ever remembered it. He took a deep breath, and enjoyed it. Finally, after all this time, he was on his way to freedom. For him and his sister. He looked around his town. It was busier than usual, then again, it had been three whole years since he had seen it in full swing. He got to the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the prison. He took his first step onto soil in years. It felt odd to him. It made way for his hoof as be wiggled it about. He continued to enjoy this feeling for a few more seconds. He remembered where his home was. Walking would take a while, but he was patient. The sun was reaching its peak as he began his walk home. Shooting Star tried to enjoy as much of it as he could. Because he had quite job to do. And he knew how important it was, and how much it mattered.

Shooting Star's house was still in the exact same condition as three years ago, when he and his sister were taken. He walked up the stairs, which were creaky as always. He ventured into his room, where overdue coursework that he was working on the day he was captured were strewn all over his floor. Shooting Star picked up a saddlebag and emptied out the contents before finding a few bottles which he would use to keep water cool for during his journey. He noticed the bag wasn't big enough to hold everything, so he focused his magic, and cast a seal on it. Now it could hold more than ten times it's original capacity. His old ranged weapons pouch was still on his bed. He checked it. Twenty weighted shuriken, around fifteen kunai, and probably forty paper bombs and miniature bombs. He suddenly realised he didn't have any Bits to buy food for the journey. He concentrated some magic and created 50ß* in his hooves, which was more than enough to buy enough food to last him the journey. Finally, he left his room and headed to the door. He grabbed his black silk cloak, which was still hanging on the hook in the wall. Shooting Star walked out of what was once his home, and headed to the market. He needed to gather supplies.

Shooting Star bought five loaves of uncut bread, and dropped them into his saddlebag. He thanked the marketer, and left towards the river that ran down from Griffin Peak in the south. As he passed it he bent down and scooped up some water in his cupped hooves. After a few sips he partially submerged a bottle in the river. He screwed the cap on and dropped it in his bag. He repeated this two more times, and got up. Shooting Star looked in the direction of Equestria, thinking about the journey through which he was about to endure, and the task he was going to complete. His journey had only just started, and he had a very long way to go.

Author's Note

Hey everyone! Final Chapter for this week. Feel free to comment on what you think my new OC, Shooting Star should look like and act like. Also, what weapon he should use. I am expecting to be able to release Chapter 6 in two weeks, on either the Saturday or Sunday. If not then, the weekend after.
Enjoy.