A few hours after Luna and Cadenza received the letter from Celestia, the alicorn and crystal pegasus appeared in Canterlot. Luna wore her plate armor, as did Cadenza. Their guard detail-two each-wore armor resembling their respective leaders. The only odd ones were three beings.

One had his hands inside pockets around the waist of a coat that went to his knees, with armor able to be seen under it that looked as if it was made in singular pieces for each limb and the torso, but segmented when he moved to look around. The second wore a black, skin-tight suit with pieces of white, glimmering metal over her collar, shoulders, and hips, and looked around much like the first, but, contrary to the curiosity in the first, her face showed a slight amount of fear, her dark green hair seeming to glow a little in the light. The third wore a bulkier set of armor that protected mainly his chest, shoulders, and legs.

The nine of them appeared in the royal gardens of Canterlot, surrounded by a group of royal guards. The first line got on their knees and raised their shields, thrusting their spears out through the gaps, while the ones behind readied bows and arrows.

“I’m starting to to think the frozen north had a warmer reception than this,” Jacob deadpanned. Marcus rolled his eyes, and Sierra facepalmed.

“Hold!” Luna shouted. “Where is my sister?”

The royal guard held for a second, then the ones in front of the group parted, and through the gap walked an alicorn wearing a yellow, sleeveless dress that went to just above her ankles with the fabric topping at just above where the areola would be on her breasts, allowing for a good amount of cleavage to show.

Luna let out a small sigh and smile of relief, Cadenza’s stare was cold, Sierra’s was of surprise, and Marcus’s was. . .lower than her eyes. Jacob did a quick look, then glared at her. “Sister, we came as soon as possible,” Luna said, going to hug Celestia her head coming to Celestia’s collar bone. Celestia lightly returned the hug, and the two separated. “Where’s the Seer?’

“She waits for us in the Throne room,” Celestia said, before her look went to the others. “What are those creatures?” she asked, looking at Jacob, Sierra, and Marcus.

Luna followed her sister’s gaze. “The one with the long coat is the one who stopped the Griffons,” she replied. “The mare is his mate, and the other male is his friend.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow, and whispered to her sister, “I doubt those three could defeat an army of Griffons, sister.”

“I believed the same, until he unleashed an army of constructs that managed to withstand everything thrown at them.”

Celestia glared at the three, who were talking among themselves. “Sister, do you truly believe one could create an army of golems and constructs strong enough to destroy an entire army without stores of energy akin to ours?” she asked. “The only ones like that are High Demons.”

Luna glanced at the three, seeing Jacob holding his head in hand as Marcus laughed at something. “Then what do you propose we do, sister?”

Celestia smirked. “We play his game for now. I will send him to be with the others soon.” Luna nodded, and Celestia cleared her throat, getting the attention of the other royal and three humans. “Cadenza, a pleasure to see you again,” she said, earning a glare from the Empress. Celestia then looked at Jacob and the others. “My sister has told me of the assistance you provided. If I may ask, what is your name?”

Marcus moved to step up, but Jacob held an arm up to block him, turning his head and shaking while whispering something before stepping forward. Jacob cleared his throat, and spoke. “My name is Jacob Shane.” He gestured to Sierra. “This is Sierra Carmichael, my,” here, he coughed again. “Damned sinuses,” he muttered. “Sorry about that, your majesty. As I was saying, this is Sierra Carmichael, my girlfriend.” He then gestured towards Marcus. “And this is Marcus Shay, a close friend of mine.” Jacob then bowed, putting his right hand across his chest, the palm of his hand touching the breastplate of his armor. “An honor to meet you, your majesty.” He glanced back at the others, and saw they followed his lead.

“Humble. A welcome change,” Celestia said. “Come. My sister believes you may be able to help with this.” I, however, doubt it. With that, Celestia turned, and led them into the castle, Luna following directly behind, with Cadenza behind her. Jacob, Sierra, and Marcus trailed behind.

“Dude, the fuck are you doing?” Marcus asked. “I figured you’d be a lot more paranoid.”

Jacob smirked. “Who says I’m not?”

“Yeah, giving away our real names,” Marcus sarcastically intoned, rolling his eyes as the group entered the castle proper. “Real paranoid, right there.”

Jacob sighed. “I’ll tell you guys later. I’d rather have more info before finalizing anything.” He then sneezed, bringing his elbow up to his mouth, then sniffing. “And here come the fucking allergies. Bright side, we know it’s springtime here.”

“Can you at least tell us why you were glaring at here?” Sierra asked.

“Weren’t you behind me?”

“Jakey, I know your body cues. You were glaring at her. Why?”

“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t call me that again, Si-si,” Jacob said, a shit-eating grin on his face. He then looked at Celestia, his face morphing to a glare. “Look at how she’s dressed.”

Marcus and Sierra looked, but didn’t see what he was talking about. “Uh, sure you aren’t being needlessly paranoid?” Marcus asked. “Again?”

“She’s wearing a dress with a tit window so large I’m wondering how she isn’t spilling out of it,” Jacob said. “The guards, Luna, and Cadenza are all wearing plate armor; I’m willing to bet a gambeson underneath. Both of those are medieval to renaissance era accurate clothing. A dress you would see in a porno or big ass Hollywood event-”

Sierra scoffed. “What’s the difference again?” she asked with a smile.

“The porno relieves stress. Hollywood events add it,” Marcus replied, chuckling.

The only reason Jacob didn’t glare is because he didn’t want to turn around and risk hitting Cadenza be value of stopping and him not seeing. “I’m being serious, here,” he said. “That kind of dress does not fit with this time period.”

“And how often do those Displaced stories follow logic?” Marcus asked.

“Three points,” Jacob said. “One: most of the ones I’ve seen seem to have an author too mentally lazy to actually do the past, and rather alter the show version.(1) Two: they tend to be era accurate in terms of clothing whenever it is a four on my anthro-to-outright-human scale.(2) Three: so far, considering when we are and the accuracy otherwise, I would expect a dress of royalty would follow.”

“Jacob, your own explanation for why you being a brony is useless now is against you,” Marcus replied. “I’m pretty sure the whole multiverse allows for an outfit like that to actually exist in medieval times like now.” Jacob turned his head to glare this time, and Marcus shrugged. “Just pointing it out.”

“It does sound like you’re being a bit paranoid, Jacob,” Sierra said.

Jacob rolled his eyes and sighed as Cadenza sped up a little to speak with the sisters. “Has the Seer shared her prophecy with you?” she asked Celestia.

“She has, but it is in a language I can not understand,” Celestia replied. “I asked her why and what it meant. “She said that the prophecy magic had her write it that way, and not even she understands what it means.”

Perhaps,” Luna said, glancing back at the humans, “they can understand it. Jacob is able to speak our language easily. It can’t be a coincidence that they showed up soon before the prophecy occured.”

“I agree with Luna,” Cadenza said.

“I must ask, sister; who is the Seer? You did not say in the letter,” Luna asked.

“A mare who goes by the name of Clear Skies.”

“A pegasus?” Cadenza asked, surprised.

Celestia nodded. “An outcast, at that,” she said. “She lived off what she found and hunted in the forest in which she lived.”

“Like the other two, then,” Luna muttered just at the group reached the doors to the throne room, a short distance from the gardens. The two guards on either side used their magic to open the door, allowing the royals and humans to enter, the crystal guards remaining outside.

Inside the throne room, huddled in a fetal position at the base of a marble carved throne was a white pegasus mare wearing nothing but rags, muttering nothing but gibberish to the royals. “Since she arrived,” Celestia said in response to the unvoiced but imminent question. “Her time is low.”

Not hearing the solar princess, Jacob and Marcus sprinted ahead, Jacob taking off his coat as they made it to the mare and putting it over her. “Got a fever,” Marcus said, kneeling and putting a hand to the mare’s forehead. “No idea how bad for her.”

“Not good,” Jacob replied. “Pegasi are evolutionarily built for flight and resistant to cold temperatures, due to cloud houses and what not,” he explained, spreading the trenchcoat out but leaving the mare’s collarbone up uncovered. “Just a guess, but call it educated.”

“Was goin-” Marcus began before the mare jolted up and grabbed him by the shoulders, a crazed look in her bloodshot eyes.

“You,” she said, her voice a rasp. “Leave. . .before. . .” she fell down at this, Marcus noticing she had a folded piece of paper in her right hand.

“Heart rate’s gone up,” Jacob said, two fingers on her neck before putting an ear to her mouth. “Rapid breathing.”

Moments before, as the two rushed toward the mare, Cadenza telepathically asked Sierra,What are they doing?

They were in the military where we’re from, Sierra answered. Marcus’s dad was a nurse, too.

Cadenza shook her head. If they are trying to save her, it is useless. The mare has seen a Death prophecy. The only reason she yet lives is the magic teleported her here after writing it to give it to Celestia and Luna.

Back with Jacob and Marcus, Marcus opened the folded paper, and read it. “Jacob,” he said, after reading it, “I’ll handle this. This,” he said, shaking the paper, “is a bit more you.” Marcus handed Jacob the paper, and took over keeping an eye on the mare.

“What the fuck?” Jacob muttered after reading it. Hearing Marcus sigh, he looked up, and saw Marcus shake his head, right hand moving down the mare’s face. Jacob sighed as well, and moved his trenchcoat to cover the mare’s whole body.

He placed his hand over where her head was covered. “Vol fra’e na’e va,” he said.

“Which one this time?” Marcus asked.

“No name yet,” Jacob he replied. Closing his eyes, he said, “‘Rest now, lost one.’” With that, he got up, Marcus following, just as the others made their way over.

“Jacob?” Sierra asked.

“She’s dead,” he replied. Holding up the paper, he said, “She left a hell of a mystery, though.”

Sierra twitched for a second, then said, “Cadenza’s wondering what it’s says.”

“I can see why,” Jacob said, transitioning to the translation software Monika had made. “It’s in our English.” He cleared his throat, and spoke.

When crystal gleams no longer
The bond torn asunder,

The demonic angel’s call
Shall all but one fall

When the sky burns under the Moon
The horizon shred in two,

The lost shall rise
Innocence lost so soon,

The Shepherd’s heir’s second debut
All things come at a price

“So,” Jacob said, “anyone got an idea what the hell it means?”

Author's Note

1:I'm not apologizing for this. How many times do you see a Displaced story take place in the past for more than one or two chapters?
2: Scale is one to five. One is show grade anthropomorphism, which is giving them speech. It's the same thing as giving a table eyes and a mouth. 2 is the last plus standing upright without any other physical human features. 3 is essentially boobs and dicks, but the former has no nipples, and the latter is in a sheathe. 4 is how most of this fandom sees anthropomorphism in application. 5 is full blown human.
Also, while in the past-which is looking more like a separate story from altered present Equestria to actually explain how that Equestria is different, unlike how others don't explain explain. I'mma touch some modern social taboos. Pedophilia, murder, rape. All that fun shit that happened in the past and quite possibly wasn't even a thing then due to societal norms. If fimfic has a problem with that, it can bite me!
Also might make a seperate blog post/Displaced forum post explaining why I'm writing how some would see offensively towards other Displaced authors.
Also, anyone wanna guess at the prophecy?