Author's Note

Alright. This might be the last update for a while. I am going to go back and write in the erotic scene between David and Twilight. And then write in the scene with Kyle and Myrlha.

*WHistlewoozepow!*

PInkie!

*Gulps* And I will be writing a dedicated Stand alone Chapter of erotica between David and Pinkie Pie. It won't be added in on the chapters here. Mainly because Pinkie just hit me IRL with a Whifflebat. And now has picked up a Oak one.

Chapter 14, Investigations (tiny update)

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A New Life Begins
Chapter 14
Investigations.

Myrlha had been out gathering information for her lover Kyle after the death of the Bone Serpent at Sweet Apple Acres. Thankfully she was not alone in that. It had been three months since Kyle had saved her from being raped by Street Runner. And eventually his father Cold Marcone. She knew Kyle was powerful, though he didn't brag. He did say that all Guyvers more or less had the exact same level of power.

Yet to see one take down such a monstrosity with almost comical ease. She actually had been utterly shocked. She was also sure that Cold Marcone and more than likely that brat of his had seen the news reports. And after recalling what had happened in Marcone's penthouse office. They would know they got off with a slap on the wrist from Kyle or the unknown creature. Still, she would not forget that day for the rest of her life.

It had been a few hours since Steam had left. Myrlha had been good at reading body language. Helped as a dancer to keep an eye on patrons that might get too eager, and allowed her to build up their interest with just the right level of teasing. The explanation of Celestia as an immortal Alicorn that raised and set the Sun and Moon, who had been ruling Equestria for the last hundred and fifty thousand years with her sister Princess Luna up until a thousand years ago when the Nightmare Forces had imprisoned Luna had genuine a look of utter disbelief.

Add into it that ponies could live for a thousand years on average. Her own people at least six hundred or so. He was clearly surprised, there seemed to be genuinely concerned and began asking her exactly how she ruled treated her subjects. The surprise was evident that she treated her subjects as her own beloved children. It made her realize he knew absolutely nothing about Pony Society. And it had to lead the explanation of Pony's empathic abilities, the three tribes, a brief general history she only knew in vague passing.

As she described it, Celestia was a gentle ruler who preferred to resolve disputes and conflicts through peaceful diplomatic means. Conflicts with other races did happen, but they were best described as small clashes, a few dozen at most in a fight. The main reason was no race wanted to antagonize a being who could not only channel the full power of the sun but wield the power of Lunar magic. The Last time that someone had antagonized her enough to take up her armor was three thousand years ago with her sister Luna joining her was a Dragon Scion who had forced Celestia and Luna to act to stop a dragon invasion. This had resulted in the destruction of a huge swath of territory north of Equestria and the formation of the Magebane marsh. A place where magic, in general, was wild and chaotic or flat out unable to be used.

It also wiped out not only the Dragon Scion but his entire army. She did not know the details, but it cemented to most in recent history Celestia and Luna were not a pair to take lightly, and should a serious threat rise to threaten her subjects, where diplomacy fails and genuine conflict arises, she will take action. And since she has all the power of her sister at her command as well, no one in their right mind would dare challenge her. Thankfully for most she is very peaceful.

She never met Celestia, but she personally respected the Alicorn Princess greatly. Though she did catch his comment of, "Sounds like a benevolent Archanfel." She could see a shiver rip through him. A slight pale tone to his skin as if he had been genuinely afraid of this individual.

"Who is Archanfel?"

"That is a very long drawn out history. But in a nutshell, a creature with a possible level of power that would rival Celestia, and far, far less benevolent."

It was around this time that she felt something was off, but his tone of voice told her it was something he experienced personally. She could not ask about it due to a knock at the door when Steam Driver had knocked three times before calling out, "Myrlha it's me, Steam."

"Ok Come in Steam," she said as she heard the bolt to her door open up. And in came her boss with a bag tossing it over to Kyle who caught it.

"Fresh clean clothes. they should fit you." He said as Kyle stood up and began to head into the Bathroom where he could change in private.

"So how am I going to get to your place unseen. The Trunk of a car?"

"As amusing as that might be. No." And when Kyle came out he was Dressed in Black cotton sweats. They were tight enough she could see Kyle's frame but no features of his build, much to her disappointment.

He had put his old clothes in the bag as Steam said, "As said, The basement of my club used to be a smuggler's den. They had a set of magic Rings that would allow one to Recall into one of the safe rooms." and Steam reached into his pocket pulling out a gold ring with a Ruby set into it.

"Recall, you mean teleport?" Kyle asked she could see he was not thrilled about teleporting into an unknown location.

"More or less, I'm no unicorn so I don't understand more than basic mechanics. Put the ring on press your thumb on the Ruby and will it to activate." Kyle's hesitation was noticed by Steam who quipped, "I do have a footlocker large enough to hold you in the Truck I have borrowed from a friend."

"No, no Thanks," he said and with some trepidation, he slid the ring over his finger and then placing his thumb on the Ruby he said, "If this is a trap...." and in a flash of light Kyle was gone.

Myrlha had no doubt Kyle would be safe. Steam Driver looked at her, "When Lyra finds out about me knowing about Kyle for months before her visit, then not telling her. She's gonna kill me."

"That's if you're lucky," Myrlha said. She understood what he meant. His baby sister Lyra Heartstrings was obsessed with humans and their mythology. "Come on I need to get some things packed up." she said grabbing her bag. She hated the idea of hiding, but Cold Marcone was and could be ruthless. More so if he felt someone had shown him serious disrespect.

As a witness, chances were he would quickly identify who she was and target her for... a talk. After a half hour or so she was about to head out with Steam when they saw some unknown unicorn in the doorway and with a glow around his hand he instantly lashed out at them and in one brief moment Darkness took over Myrlha as she and Steam were hit with some sort of sleeping spell.

She was unaware of exactly how much time had passed but she was aware of the aches and pains in her arms and wings. She was sitting down as she struggled to force her self to lean back in the chair she was in and attempting to move her arms and wings but unable to only terrified her. As it brought her to awareness crashing back to her as she surged with adrenaline waking up and after a few brief moments of Struggling and trying in vain to scream only to find she was gagged.

After a moment or two, a voice came to her, Cold like ice and full of heartless intent. "Don't bother screaming, no one can hear you and no one would dare dream of coming here to rescue you."

After a few moments, she was able to settle down as she felt someone come behind her which filled her with dread. only to find them undo her ball gag. As it slipped from her beak.

The office in which she sat smelled of oak and lacquer from the floor beneath her feet to the shelves along each wall bearing books, to the massive desk before her at which her... host... sat. Behind him was a massive picture window which was lined with thick emerald drapes. The lights were muted, soft, as though to put her at ease. It did the exact opposite thanks to the cuffs linking her wrists in front of her and the leather strap holding her wings together behind her. Also detracting from the said atmosphere was the pair of stallions in fitted dark suits who kept impassive gazes on her. The final nail in that coffin - she could not help but be at least a little morbid - was the earth pony standing behind to her right. His back faced her as he worked at the ornate liquor cabinet. If the suits of the two bodyguards were well-tailored, his was exquisite. His suit had to have cost about as much as her yearly pay. He turned about to look at her.

Cold Marcone had eyes that could inspire nightmares. They could express the gamut from high-school coach friendliness to an emotionless abyss. Said emerald eyes held a trace of sadness as he trod over to her with a tumbler of liquid in each hand. His coat was black with a mane of the same midnight shade flowing down his neck. Cold Marcone, head of several legitimate businesses in Manehatten, and even more illicit ones. It was said that he kept an army of lawyers on retainer to deflect legal pressure. That and big enough bribes to the right people in civil government covered his pony ass in magically reinforced armor.

"Drink?" he asked in a courtly voice as he offered a tumbler of amber liquor to her. "You might as well." Myrlha reached up with her cuffed hands and took it. The Pony Cuervo burned down her throat but did nothing to alleviate her fear. Marcone walked around his desk and took a seat in a chair that looked far more comfortable than the stool she sat on. Her wings were beginning to hurt from being bound, her heart increasing in tempo as if it knew that its time was nearly over and was trying to squeeze in as many beats as it could before the end.

Kyle, she thought desperately, where are you? In the stories she'd read as a fledgling, the superhero always showed up to save the damsel in distress. But, he hadn't been around when she'd been kidnapped from her apartment. He still had little way to navigate about Manehatten. He had no idea of the city's underworld. The chances of an eleventh-hour rescue were slim to none.

But, she thought, I never was his girlfriend. Not really. They'd had sex - incredible, brilliant, sex - multiple times but had that merely been an expression of his massive testosterone? Did Kyle have any feelings for her at all, or had she merely been a receptacle?

Either way, he was her only hope and that hope was getting slimmer by the second.

"I just want you to know," Marcone said, "that this is not personal."

"Kinda seems like it from where I sit," Myrlha replied. "I mean, I'm the one tied up here."

"I mean, I abhor what Street Runner tried to do to you," Marcone continued. "He deserves to be put in rehabilitation for that. But your insect friend went and put him in the hospital. Don't worry, I won't sweat his location out of you. I have other ways of getting that information."

"So why are you doing this?"

"Runner is an idiot, a thug, and a putz. But, he's also my son. Try making a cake with those ingredients," Marcone said with a sardonic look and a shrug. He knocked back his Pony Cuervo and set the crystal tumbler down with a hard thunk. "I truly despise what he tried to do to you, but the fact is that my son has been attacked." Marcone rose and strode over to her stool, where he knelt down before her. "If I let something like that go, then it's only a matter of time before others think they can try it. And that, my girl, is bad for business."

The finality in his voice was manifest. Myrlha opened her beak to protest only for one of the goons to dart over and shove a large ball in it. She groaned in protest as she felt the buckles close behind her head. Bound and gagged, she knew there was now no escaping her fate. "It's nothing personal," Marcone said, "and I truly wish this were not necessary. The two stallions lifted her by each arm as the gag continued to swallow her words. "If it's any consolation, they are under orders to make it quick. Again, I am truly sorry." She howled into her gag as the two stallions began to drag her to her death. Her eyes looked out the windows once again.

"Hmmph hrrr," she said. Her eyes grew hard, and that got Marcone's attention. He raised a hand to stop his enforcers. Myrlha said again,

"Hmmph hrrr," Marcone stepped forward and snatched the ball from her beak.

"He's here," she said. Marcone's visage froze before he spun around. A shadow darker than the night hovered beyond the glass, pitiless white eyes glowing beneath a ring of the same light. The entire window vibrated slightly before collapsing in a cacophony of shattering glass to scatter in a waterfall of jagged shards. Kyle's armored form eased into the penthouse and his feet gently touched the floor. The twin orbs on his face vibrated visibly and each of the two bodyguards grabbed hold of their heads and screamed in agony as they recoiled from her and pulling back hit the wall of the office as she watched blood come from their hands before they dropped to the ground quivering.

Cold Marcone had run to a wall and drew out a glass orb as he threw it at him. the Orb hit him in the chest and shattered unleashing a strong smelling liquid. She recognized it, Citronella Oil, Lavender, and Cinnamon. Oils and extracts that naturally repelled insects. As the Oil splattered on his chest it glowed blue with magic as Kyle reached down to put his hand on his chest, "What the hell is this?"

Instantly she saw Cold Marcone go for her as two flashes of light erupted from that green orb in his forehead as it shot off a line and instantly Marcone went down to his knees and collapsed screaming as two more hit his hands making him recoil in pain as. Myrlha had pulled back to a wall out of the fight about to happen as three minotaurs busted into the room.

"Kill it!" Cold Marcone screamed. Kyle Clenched his fists and instantly the spikes on his forearms extended.

In the Middle of his forearms, a pair of curved blades extended just over three feet. The second pair over his elbows also extended slightly shorter. At first, she thought she was seeing things but she realized that the blades were shimmering along the edge.

The Minotaur raised shotguns at him, but Kyle didn't stop as he took six blasts from three double-barreled shotguns. At first, she thought he had been blown in half when he was hit but gave no recoil as he brought up his arms slashing across the guns cutting them in half. Next came a spinning strike across their knees as he struck up, left, right, his movements were almost too fast for her to process. Had she not been a Gryphon with sharp eyesight she would have missed it. And in a moment all three minotaurs screamed out and collapsed to the ground, with their knees bleeding and the inside of their elbows cut. They were not getting back up again she could tell they had tendons cut.

Kyle darted forward and grasped the crime lord by the throat. "You, You're the one who put my son in the Hospital!"

"I'll let you in on little secret Cold Marcone, your only, son and heir was doing bad things. I was very tempted to break his neck and put him out of everyone's misery." he snarled in that strange voice. Myrlha cringed slightly in her bonds, though she relished the utter terror she saw in Marcone as he was dangled by the throat. "If you ever threaten her, her friends, her family, I will come for you. If any of them even so much as stub their toe, I will not ask questions. I'll just assume it was you. And I will wage war." She watched as he yanked Marcone face-to-face. "Your footsoldiers. Your lieutenants. Your suppliers. Your contacts in City Hall. I. Will. Make. Them. Burn. And the one I will start with is your Only Son and Heir. Do you understand me?"

"Yes..." Marcone choked out. With that, Kyle reached down to pick up a large Crystal egg that would have easily fit in the palm of her hand as he held it in front of Marcone with two fingers. As Marcone's eyes locked on the Crystal egg it instantly shattered into a million pieces with the press of his Thumb and forefinger. "You will beg for death LONG before I let you die to understand?"

Having seen strength equal to only an aged dragon in its true form, sweat began to run down Marcone's as he nodded vigorously now Face to face with Kyle, "And what am I, Marcone?"

"I don't know." He said as Kyle brought up those blades to his throat.

"That's right. You don't know... Let that little mystery keep you up at night."

She watched Kyle throw him back against a wall hard enough to break the wall. And with it, Kyle came over to her reached down to pick up Myrlha in his arms in a careful bridal carry as a flash of Light came and soon she was standing in what looked like some sort of cathedral basement. With an easy time, she felt the binds on her being broken with just a pair of fingers.

"Myrlha!" She heard Steam say as Kyle also cut the leather holding her wings. And in her shame, she realized that she had not thought of Steam. Or what had happened to him

"Steam you're alright?" She asked Concern as she asked, "What happened to you?"

"I woke up in your apartment you were there and there was a note Left. That said if I went to the Police they would burn the Club down. What happened to you they didn't hurt you did they?"

Myrlha cursed under her break with a hiss. But she vividly recalled what happened with Kyle and Cold Marcone. "No I am not hurt, but I also don't think we will need to worry too much about Cold Marcone." And she began to Explain what Kyle had done.

That had been months ago, and there had been no retribution from Cold Marcone. Apparently, Kyle's threats were taken at genuine face value. Still coming back to the Gilded Gryphon and heading inside despite not being officially open yet she began to head to Steam's office. She had been staying here with Kyle since that abduction from her apartment.

She was glad that Street Runner had pleaded guilty to his crimes of attempted rape. It saved her the hassle of needing to attend court. Apparently, Steam Driver had heard that his Father had gone in to talk with his son privately and shortly after that tried to arrange a plea deal. Thankfully the Prosecution refused the deal. Seemed that they were intending to try and leverage what Runner knew on his father's activities for the plea deal. Still, Myrlha looked over her shoulder once or twice just to make sure she wasn't being followed.

The Club was mostly empty a few staff doing clean up. One of the Bartenders came up, a unicorn she knew as Mythic Haze, as he handed her a letter. "One of the Police came by."

"Oh what about?" She had an idea why.

"Apparently they wanted to talk to you about the Changeling that saved you. I told them you were out and about." Myrlha stopped in her tracks. She wasn't expecting that. "They asked to speak to you as soon as possible." And with a nod Myrlha said.

"Thanks. I'll make sure to let them know I can speak with them in a bit." Right now she had to let Kyle know. At this point, most of the employees who steam knew wouldn't blab their muzzles, knew of Kyle. As she headed into Steam's office area with the papers and books. She was not entirely sure what he was hoping to accomplish. She had a book concerning their history, but also news articles from museum robberies for the last two decade.

He had been acting weird since the night before Celestia and Luna had openly praised David on TV for his heroics on defeating the Bone Serpent. Once inside the office, she headed over near Steam's desk and searched out a small button inside the drawer. Once depressed it opened up a picture frame that swung out into the room showing a safe behind it. She walked over closed it and instantly went across the Room to turn a lantern holder around. Once that was done, she moved over to a bust of Celestia lifted up the head revealing a button. When she pressed the button it caused the bookcase in the office to slide back then down revealing a hidden staircase.

It was an elaborate locking method but it worked. Heading down the staircases she pulled a lever that reset the bookcase and headed down to the basement. As it was filled with a lot of exercise equipment, weights, poles. And anything else Steam or the girls might need to work out or practice their routines or new routines. Looking over at one of the light fixtures she pulled it out. Rotated it half way pushed it in, then rotated it back as she heard a could of latches undo with the wall across from her walking over and through the wall she pushed it back into its place where it merged seamlessly with the outside wall. This was the primary smuggler's storage. It was also a decoy.

Steam used it as a storage area for old equipment. But also lead to a hidden area and a sub-basement. She reached up over the door frame and lifted it up to pull out a small metal rod. Replacing the rod quickly, she moved to the door. This allowed her to push the door in and then to her right some. Allowing her access to the elevator down. The procedure was elaborate but had to be done or it would lock the wall down for the next two days.

Heading downstairs she was glad Kyle had not confined himself down here. He did head up to the gym area a lot heading down there when some of her co-workers had come down. And knowing how to access the secret area gave him a refuge. She had been concerned with him reacting like a trapped rat but had little trouble accepting it. She no longer felt safe anymore at her apartment. Taking the elevator down, she was greeted with the sight of Kyle with his back to her. He was doing one-handed pull-ups with weights attached to his legs. 50 pounds by the looks.

She had to shake her head to get the thoughts of pouncing and pinning him to the ground out of her head.

"Oh Hey Myrlha," he said.

"Hey there Stud, I got that information." She watched him drop to the ground and step out of the ropes that held the weights to his ankles.

"Ah Good." He said grabbing hold of a shirt as Myrlha heard Sapphire Star give a plaintive whine and pout. She had failed to notice the Sapphire Blue Pegasus with the white Mane and tail.

Kyle gave a sigh out. He had been resisting the advances of more than one mare from the dancers. They made their interest in bedding him known, which left him flustered, and he was more than a little confused when Myrlha seemed alright with it. His reaction to the gender imbalance and how stallions in Equestria society would have a herd of up to ten or more mares was downright cute, that look on his face was something she would enjoy for many years.

Steam had attempted to put a stop to their advances but many of the mares had put their foot down pointing out he was their boss, not their herd master. That they could flirt with him all they wanted. Unless Steam Driver was interested in adding them to his herd. It left him speechless and flustered. Thankfully the mares respected Kyle enough that while they were flirty they did what they could to avoid making him too uncomfortable, beyond the desire to make him blush.

Granted Myrlha was secretly ecstatic, she was absolutely thrilled with the idea of a male all to herself, and one that was right out of mythology who had come and rescued her not once but twice. Though in the end, she knew he would succumb to the advances of some of the mares.

"Kyle I wanted to let you know the police, came by asking to question me on the Changeling that rescued me. I think they have put together the similarities between what I described and David's armor as was seen on TV."

Looking at her Kyle seemed surprised as Steam Driver came out of the back room covered in grease, he had been working on a plumbing issue.

"That was fast work." Kyle seemed impressed.

"Why does that surprise you? Aren't the police in your world as effective." Steam asked.

"When Properly motivated, yes. But just as often Police in the human world can hit a dead end, and shelve issues. "It's not uncommon for some cases to sit unsolved for years. Even extremely high profile cases can have that happen. Remember we don't have access to magic to cast a spell on some hair to lead us to a corpse of a murder victim."

It made sense, The police found no trace of a changeling hive being established. And thus no evidence it may have been anything but a lone scout, or possible rogue warrior drone. Myrlha narrowed her eyes as she was reminded of other pressing questions.

"Kyle, I trust you with my life. But I need to know more about you. You had mentioned being in Police yourself. I understand you lost your wife and there was some sort of conflict with monsters in your world. I may not be empathic like ponies..." She watched Kyle stiffen some and after a few moments he gave out a deep heavy sigh.

Steam winced as she knew what he was remembering was painful. Even Sapphire had come up while she had put the books and papers on the table for him to go over later.

"It's a long story," Kyle said as he moved over to a couch. "I don't fully understand how it happened but it did." Once he was on the couch Steam went to make a couple drinks a very strong one for Kyle using pure grain alcohol to give it a bit of punch to help him relax. Steam had found out the hard way Kyle didn't get drunk easy.

Coming over, Myrlha had sat on the couch beside him as she leaned over against him.

"Well, for the most part, my life was fairly typical for most officers in the FBI." She understood the FBI as a sort of national police force one that operated without the restriction of city borders from what he said.

"I was at home watching the morning news concerning a press announcement concerning a company called Max pharmaceuticals. It was a massive international multi-country corporation that was well known for several innovative breakthroughs in the field of medicine."

"It was a live press conference similar to Princess Celestia's and Luna's address concerning David today. Well, I watched a young man suddenly start forcing his way through the crowd on life TV. When a couple security guards attempted to apprehend him, imagine my surprise when this young man lifted this guard up over his head and threw him into a security detail that came out of the Building."

"On Live TV he said, I am Guyver four, Max Pharmaceuticals, is a front for a worldwide Corporation called Chronos, dedicated to world domination with Bio-engineered mind controlled shapechanging killers. They murdered my Friends, they murdered my family. Because I have... The Guyver!"

"I watched him be surrounded in a massive energy sphere as a suit of green insectoid armor surrounded him, He claimed, //I am done fighting this secret war on their terms.// He flew up into the air and unleashed an attack that caused the destruction of the building's foundation and caused the Building to collapse in on its self. Falling down like a stack of pancakes."

"He turned to the camera and said, This was the first opening shot in a full-scale war against Chronos. He would bring into light their existence whether they wanted to or not. At first, I thought it was some sort of joke broadcast. Someone had managed to send it out, but I got a call calling me into work at once. Turns out the reports of the destruction of the Detroit Max Pharmaceutical HQ branch had been destroyed."

"The next two days was chaos. We had contradicting reports, false leads, and outright misinformation. I had been summoned into a meeting moment after were lost telephones. I knew something had happened, My boss..." and she could feel him tighten and his angered voice cracked as she held him tight sensing the growing dread.

"My Superior told us that all communication worldwide was down. That the world was now under the control of the Zoalords and Chronos. And at that point I watch him and several people in the room suddenly rip out of their clothes and shape-shift into monsters." Myrlha held Kyle close burying her head in his chest.

"It was a bit of a Blurr but a number in our building were these... monsters. They cut us off from our heavy weapons began to attack. Somehow in the chaos, I was able to escape and get with my wife as we tried to steal a car and get out of the city. We were attacked by these monsters and knocked off the side of the road. I lost consciousness in the attack."

"I woke several days later in what looked like a large scale medical internment camp. I was being tended to by nurses as a large number of guards wearing suits of armor were stationed around the area. Soldiers I realized of Chronos. A large TV monitor had been set up and that was when the announcement came. I saw a figure shrouded in gold with silver eyes, and at first, I thought it was armor until the figure shape-shifted into a mostly human person."

She could feel Kyle's anger and rage building as Steam and even Sapphire came over to help comfort him. It wasn't long before he had broken down crying. She felt helpless, Myrlha did not know what to do. Other than just hold him draping a wing over him, trying to protect him. She could see that Sapphire was already crying. Steam himself had a few tears running down his cheeks.

After maybe a half hour or so. he was composed enough as he said, "He called himself Archanfel. That he was the leader of the Zoalord council, the masters of Chronos. He claimed to have been on earth for thousands of years, and for the last several hundred his fellow Zoalords helped guide humanity away from destruction. He gave some pompous bull shit statement about understanding we were scared. But now Earth was under their domain and control. Claiming that they had complete control over the world and that the Guyvers were the vanguard of alien invaders."

"To make a long overly complex story short. Apparently, the Zoalords had their forces the Zoanoid army infiltrate every government and military on the planet. Think of it as the forces of one changeling hive infiltrated every nation and guard force known in your world then launching a perfectly coordinated attack on them all at once. They were in complete control of the world. I was injured crippled badly. And to make matters worse I found out my wife had been killed in the wreck the Zoanoid caused. They offered me a choice I could live my life crippled or I could become a Zoanoid which would heal all my wounds and injuries. I told them I would rather live as an invalid than become a monster like them."

As she listened "What happened?" Myrlha asked. She wanted to know but also dreaded the answer.

"I lived in pain, more than once their doctors attempted to convince me to volunteer for Zoanoid optimization. It would make me whole. Even showing me how it would leave me immune to illness, infirmity, and age. While the Chronos controlled all media, news and such. If you know what to look for and listen for. People who had been transformed into Zoanoids, all of them in some way supported the Zoalords and Chronos even when they expressed doubt. I remembered what That Guyver four had said. Mind-controlled."

"For the Better part of a year, Chronos did what it could to make their Zoanoids look good. And the Guyvers they did all they could to demonize them."

Myrlha held him and could feel some of his tension "I'm guessing this Chronos' Plans did not go as they intended?"

"You can fool some of the people, all of the time. You can fool most of the people most of the time, But you can't fool all of the people all of the time." Kyle said. "Chronos forbade people from speaking out against them, in the nation that I was born. One of our most important freedoms the freedom of speech, The freedom to speak out against your leaders, for example, was one of our most important rights. Americans did not take lightly to losing things we had long enjoyed."

"There was the official news, rumor control, but the word on the street was there were Guyvers in the area. House to house searches, severe curfews all of that. Despite the penalty for helping the Guyvers to be Summary execution for the offender and their families. People were trying to help the Guyvers." As she listened to Kyle Steam spoke up.

"I get the feeling you are not telling us, everything."

"No, I'm not, I doubt you want to hear about people being rounded up and interrogated, most of them when they came back offered more support for Chronos. People I knew who secretly hated Chronos now supported them. I would eventually found out that once you were turned into a Zoanoid the Zoalords could telepathically control you like a puppet on strings."

"During one of the roundups, I was chosen to be taken in for questioning... That was when the attack came. Three Guyvers suddenly appeared out of nowhere and began attacking the Zoanoids. He was there. The Green Guyver, Guyver four. The battle was quick. The Guyver's slaughtered the zoanoids easily. When the battle was over, the Guyvers told everyone to run, hide, that if they became Zoanoids they would be controlled like puppets on the strings of the Zoalords. Guyver Four looked at me as did the others. And at that point, he picked me up and teleported me away."

"Is this where you got the armor?" Sapphire asked as She handed Kyle his cold drink. After he took a long gulp of it he coughed some and shook his head.

"No, I couldn't understand what they would want with me. You have to understand. I was crippled. I was missing both my legs, and my back was broken. I was useless to them. Eventually, I ended up in what looked like a cave of sorts that. I was placed on a bed, relatively comfortable. And it was at that point I was surrounded by ten other Guyvers."

"I can't tell you how unnerving it was to see them all standing there just watching me silently as if appraising me. Finally, I was the one who asked the first question. Why was I brought here? And Guyver Four, Answered. I must have asked perhaps dozens of questions. Who were they, what were they doing on earth. All that."

"Despite not being able to read their body language or facial expressions. I got the impression the answers were true. You could still hear emotions in their voice. Guyver One Guyvers four through eleven. I had asked about Guyvers two and I was told. that Guyver two had been a Chronos allied Guyver who attacked Guyver one and was destroyed. Guyver three used the Alias of Zeus and was not trusted by any of the others. I drew a connection between his alias and mythology quickly."

"Mythology?" Sapphire Asked.

"According to Myth the Titan Chronos ruled the world with the other titans, Chronos had devoured his own children to prevent them from overthrowing him and taking his place. One child Zeus future king of the Olympian gods, escaped and succeeded in overthrowing his father and the Titans. So... They told me they strongly believed that was his intent. Eventually, they began asking me questions, on my injuries, what I thought of Chronos. And I told them. I gave them a very large mouthful. That was when Guyver Four opened a case and showed me an object."

"He removed his Guyver armor. Imagine my surprise when I was greeted with a 17 year old boy. He sat down on the bed with me and explained what the device was. That it would heal my injuries. Give me the ability to fight Chronos. But that would come at a price. I could see that he wasn't lying when he mentioned that it would jack up my testosterone, extend my life considerably, and more importantly it would make me forever a target to Chronos. He also warned me this was a once in a lifetime offer. If I wanted they would return me home, he didn't need to point out that chances were Chronos would take me for Zoaformation."

"In the end they left the room with me there and the Armor. I chose to bond with the Armor they were not lying when they said it would be painful as all hell." And at this point, Kyle seemed to Lock up a bit as Myrlha could feel the stress in his body as she held him tightly.

"I think I can wait to hear the rest at a later date," Myrlha said.

Finally, Kyle leaned down as he slowly kissed her on the beak she shuttered and kissed him back. At first, it was a novel experience for him but he learned that while Gryphons didn't have lips they had their own kisses which involved her opening her beak and slowly rubbing the size of her face over his cheeks in a slight chewing motion carefully catching his cheek and letting it slip out as a purr came through her.

"Alright let's take a look at what you brought me," Kyle said standing up as Steam asked,

"what are you looking for?"

"Clues on where to start looking for our Mysterious person who brought the Bone Serpents back to life. We Guyvers were not brought here for no reason."

It made Steam blink as he asks. "You mean you believe that you were brought here now? instead of somehow slipped through a crack in dimensions? What makes you say that?"

"Rule of Three," Kyle said matter of fact. "I, one Guyver Showing up is pure chance. David a second Guyver showing up is a coincidence. Last night I felt the sensation of a third Guyver coming online. Three Guyvers? That is a plan or design by someone or something. I am pretty sure we have been brought here to deal with the one who resurrected your natural predators.

"Commissioner, you know if it Gets out we've been slipping her a Scrying potion into Myrlha's Coffee without a warrant this could get us all fired," Spyglass said. A unicorn mare with a red coat and pink mane and tail.

"Yes, I know." The Older mare said. She had a silver coat with a fluffy white mane and Tail. The Earth pony mare was pushing some 500 years old and was one of the most respected mares in the Manehatten Police Department.

"Do you Believe what this... Human said, Silvercloud?" Thorough Finish said in a slightly Nasal tone. He was a little Pegasus one of the junior officers in the department, but he was also highly regarded due to the thorough nature of all his work, almost nothing was missed.

"Yes, I do." She said lighting up a Cigar inhaling it. "Thorough I want you to start getting all police files on all cases regarding anything to the Museum Heist in Manehatten 8 years ago. If I recall the few relics that we did not recover, were Pieces of Bone Serpents, recovered from the Homeland expedition that returned ten years ago."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Spyglass said, "Do you want us to contact Myrlha and Kyle?"

"No, not yet. I have some vacation time starting tomorrow to visit Relatives in Canterlot." And she reaches out onto the mirror pulling a Gem from it as she pocketed it. "I will meet with Princess Celestia and Luna, discuss it with them. Remember not a word beyond the three of us."

The two other ponies nodded as Silvercloud walked out of the Secret Scry room in the Manehatten Police Department. The Gem had a recording of all that they had discovered concerning this Kyle. After failing to find any sign of the Changeling hive. Then having gotten word of Myrlha's abduction from deep cover operatives in the Group of Cold Marcone about how the changeling had rescued her. She had ordered a covert scrying potion that Spyglass whipped up put into Myrlha's coffee when she got it from Ponybucks. Concerned that Cold Marcone would attempt to off her once more.

Imagine her surprise when she found out that her Great great grand son was hiding and protecting a mythological creature.....