Exodus- Rise of the Sillian Empire (Rewrite)

Third Person POV

Watch HQ

The early morning light sleeps through the windows of the large headquarter building of the watch. Inside the building early morning patrolmen and staff mill about. But as many went about their duties the main doorway slams open. Three individuals walked through and as they entered and looked around the room. Every watchmen, cease what they were doing and quickly stood at attention.

Two of the figures salute back. While the third simply nods to them. A watchman quickly runs up to the third who nodded.

“Captain!” He saluted and this time the man returned the salute.

“The general is waiting for your report sir! He is upstairs in his office.”

“Thank soldier.” The mystery man said before he nodded two his compatriots to the stairs. Soon they all fell in line marching up the stairs and through a hallway to Titus office door. As the three enter the room they noticed Titus sitting at his desk without a shirt, showing off a large jagged scar running down his chest. Titus looked up and smiled at the three.

Titus POV

Five minutes before group enters his office.

I stretched and pour a small cup of steaming tea. As I looked to the large Sofa in my office, I gazed at the soft sleeping face of Maria. I smiled and place my cup on the desk and walked over to her. Kneeling down I smiled more as she mumbled my name. I gently lifted a hand and brushed aside some of her hair and then lovingly place my lip on her forehead. Sadly after I kissed her and slowly move to stand back up, I looked down as some of the blanket that covered her moved away.

I froze as I looked at her soft breasts. No shirt, no bra, I remembered after the kissing from my confession/asking her out. It soon went from kissing to then enjoying the pleasure of the flesh.

I quickly shook my head and a great red hue flushed my features. I grabbed the blanket and recovered Maria, before I grabbed my combat pants and boots. Satisfied that I at least remembered to have put on my boxers when I first woke up. I moved back over to my desk, grabbing my tea and some reports that I have yet to look over. I walked to my chair and sat down. I then began going over the reports, especially one of a spy I had in the noble thorn family. Ponies always like forcing hybrids to clean up after them.....

Before I could continue reading the report. My door opened and three people walked in, looking up in surprise. A large smile crept onto my face. One of them, was not only one of my top captains in the watch. But also a close friend who has devoted his entire being towards the betterment of Mankind.

He wore the the standard black officer uniform of the watch, with golden embroidery. But instead of red armbands and highlights for the uniform his was purple with a white phoenix on his band. He also wore a long black cape which helped him present an aura of nobility. Alongside his clean leather black boots with white highlights, When I looked at his eyes which were a blood red. They seemed to sparkle in excitement and collected arrogance. He had a spiky mane of purple hair with a single spike being pure white.

He smiled and saluted me.

"General! I, Nova Tsukuyomi, have just returned from my raiding mission." I smiled and stood up returning his salute.

"Excellent Nova! I knew you wouldn't let me down." He smiled and lowered his hand. The next figure I looked at was a young griffon hybrid. Her wing's feathers were hued in a bright pink and orange, while her hair was a rich auburn. She had blue catlike eyes and had long claw like fingernails. She was also wearing a standard female watch uniform, which most of the women of the watch wore as they worked. The bureaucracy of the watch, ensuring timely communication supply requests and other no combatative tasks. I smiled as I knew this girl, Kirka Steeltalon, daughter of general steeltalon of the griffon imperial army.

Her father was forced out of equestria by the noble council. Leaving his human wife and daughter behind, but my family ensured they were well taken care of. Once I came of age and created the watch. Kirka was one of the first people to gladly sign up and now she is now my trusted aide. Sadly I knew why she was here. most likely here to inform me of either a meeting or another rally.

I nodded to her, in which she returned it in kind.

Though it was always amusing watching her wings stand up. Due to annoyance, especially when I forget about important dates and meetings.

after my little thought tirade I turned towards the third and final individual. That enter my office, he had his head down in an almost dejected or resigned way. He had a curve dark brown horn jutting out of his forehead. Where a mop of dark brown hair droops down covering his eyes casting a dower look upon him. His clothes are a tattered and dirty wreck, barely even holding together on his frame let alone offer him warmth. He had a dark brownish color skin that was covered by scars and brands. The most dominant was a sword surround by thorns, the symbol of the noble pony house of thorn.

He looked lifeless, I rose from my chair and walked over to the boy. He didn’t even react when I reached him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s your name son?” He just remained standing there with his head down.

After a few moments of silence I slowly started to open my mouth only to close it when I heard a faint whisper.

“Novice.....” I nodded my head as I was lucky to catch the boy slowing opening and closing his mouth in light succession. I lowered my head for I couldn’t express the amount of pain and guilt. I felt for being unable to send Nova on the raid sooner. I lifted my head slightly and gently placed a hand on the boys shoulder.

“I’m so sorry for what you were forced to go through son.....” the boy remained motionless. I felt myself wallow at the aspect of a child.......no Children! Being used by the ponies for experiments, labor or worse.......breeding.

“Nova.” I stated calmly which caused my loyal friend to flinch and stand up straight. “Sir!” I looked at him and gestured to the boy.

“Please take this young man to my home......ask my sister to help clean and bandage him.” As I finished Nova quickly saluted and gently guided the boy back out of the room. Sighing I turned to Kirka and noticed she had a warm smile upon her face.

“What?” I asked curious as to why she was smiling so warmly at me.

“*Giggle* You,my lord!” I raised an eyebrow and gestured for her to explain. “Well....” She shuffled uncomfortably from the attention, but quickly shook it off and smiled at me. “When you show your kindness and compassion to those who are in pain or suffering. I find it to be very inspirational and hopeful.”

I slightly blushed from her compliment. But before I could say anything else I heard a certain someone clear her throat.

I turned to the side and regarded the most beautiful women in the world........Maria.

She had her Blanket wrapped around her breasts and soft body in the form. Of a makeshift robe, though to my enjoyment I could see the light pink of her nipples. As she slowly walked forward and almost like a mother lion protecting her cub. She wrapped herself around me while giving Kirka a jealous look.

Kirka giggle and made her way out of the room. As she reached the door and slowly began closing it, she turned back to regard me and winked before placing a small stack of paper she was hiding upon one. Of the few draws I had in my office.

When she finally opened the door and left. I looked to Maria and smiled warmly at her as she almost looked like a kitten trying to be scary.

I wrapped my arms around her which surprised her and started to kiss her neck, cheeks and lips.

“Ahhhhh~, Tidus don’t! I’m trying to be terrifying!” As she let the last word leave her mouth. I dove in and kissed her passionately on the lips. As we sat there kissing I felt her relax and soon move into the kiss. Trying to get closer to me, her tongue pressed against my lips seeking entry. Feeling a slight sense of evilness, I allowed her slight entry and as her tongue slowly slipped past my lips. I nipped her playfully with my teeth. Not hard as to hurt my beloved, but enough to spook her.

She reeled back and looked at me in an adorable pout. Sticking out her tongue.

“Meany!” I chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry love, its just so hard to pass up teasing you.” I smiled as she pout some more before a sultry look crossed her face. Confused I watched her move to stand infront of me and quickly sit down on my lap. I slightly groaned at the pleasant weight of her on my lap. SHe smiled before starting to grind against me.

“Soo Tidi~” I looked at her with straining resolve. “ How would you like to get my father off you back?~” I raised an eyebrow at her question.

“Oh? How so my love?” She giggled and slid the covers that hid her soft warm breasts down. I felt my face explode in warmth as I looked at her bright pink nipples that made her breasts appear like a ice cream mound.

“By giving him a grandchild~.” I dumbly nodded before quickly running to the door and locking it shut. Not wanting anyone to ruin this most important meeting.

Jorihl POV

After a few hours of discussion with my father and some of the head foundry men. Work had immediately begun on the rifles on mass. But I had left early for I had the strangest feeling that something unexpected would happen. But as I continued walking down the cobbled streets of the under city.

I couldn’t piece together why I was having such a feeling in the first place. Every alley I passed, every opened doorway that layer slightly a jared. But when I glanced or peered into the darkness I was rewarded with nothing.

Soon I disregarded the feeling and continued my way to the Silvorin house. Where Selene would be, and hopefully I can ask her a special question sooner rather than waiting for the ponies foolish Gala. As the thought of the Gala burned in my mind I felt a wave of sympathy and anger. Sympathy, for my best friend and my sister who have been secretly showing their affections to each other. Only to now be threatened by some little pony princess wanting a good time. Anger, because of that damned pony queen and her bitch student! What gives them the right to come here into the very place that they left us in.

As I continued my distracted march. I almost ran into a man who had managed to grab my attention at the last moment. Due to his flamboyant color scheme, I grimaced as the man turned around and cocked an arrogant smirk. I almost didn’t notice the boy that he held in his arm.

But I was dragged from my soon questioning mind when he spoke.

“Ah! Captain Ravenskey, to what do I owe those pleasure?” I scowled as Nova and his arrogant tone grinds against my ears. Even though he is a great commander and is a fanatically loyal to Tidus. It’s his personality and the aura of Superiority, plus not to mention his sadistic and almost bloodthirsty methods against the ponies. That truly made me abit uneasy. Even though I hate the ponies he almost makes me feel pity and compassion towards them.

I looked at him in suspicion and spoke. “ I am on my way to the Silvorin House.” He smiled jovially and roughly pushed the boy in my direction.

“But seeing as you are already heading towards our lord home.” He smiled and pointed dismissively at the young hybrid boy. “Then you will be able to ensure the safe arrival of the child.”

I stared at him for a few moments, my glare and agitated posture doing nothing to hide my feeling towards this man. But I turned away from him and looked down at the boy. He seemed extremely young, probably around eight or nine years of age.

What drew my attention however was the cascade of scars and bruises that ran along the young boys exposed flesh. I felt revulsion and anger towards nova, suddenly replaced by a more deserving beings......Ponies. I gently placed my hands on the boys shoulders and pulled him over to my side.

My frown grew further when I noticed the distinct brand of the Thorn family.

Before I could ask how this boy came to have this brand. Nova quickly walked past me and smiled, as he slowly moved away from me and the boy. He cast an eye my way.

“I look forward to the gala tomorrow.” Even though I couldn’t see his eye, I felt it on me and I could feel his excitement. “For you and I both that it will finally be where the pact is broken.” I looked at him hard and with slight skepticism.

“There’s no way-“ before I finished my sentence he swung his head so I would be able to see his hard look. “Of course it will! don’t deny it Jorihl, you and I both know what will happen. When the fuse is lit.”

I turned my head away from the man. As much as I wanted to berate and call him out I knew deep down that. He was right, with that final word Nova quickly turned away from me and continued down the road. As he left I soon turned my attention back to the boy. I got down on one knee and smiled softly at the boy, I knew he was staring at me from behind his mane of dirty unkempt hair. I felt pain and remorse as the glazed feeling of the boys eyes peered into my eyes.

“What’s your name son?” I asked in a softly and parental tone.

At first he seemed to be analyzing me, searching for some hidden motive or treachery behind my caring demeanor. He soon stopped his analysis of me and looked at me with those broken eyes.

“Novice....” I looked at the boy in sadness. “Do you not have a family name?..”

He looked at me confused before he lowered his eyes towards the ground and I saw a faint glint at the corner of his eyes. At first I didn’t know what it was, but soon realized that he was crying as the shimmering tears. Fell down his cheeks and onto the cold stone road.

“I...I can’t...remember my family.” I gently pulled the boy into my arms. Gently rubbing his head and allowing him to cry away.

I didn’t know how long we spent standing in the middle of the street. But when the boy started to finish his quiet sobs and shakes. I looked at the boy with pity and sadness. I felt revulsion and hatred to the ponies for causing such harm to an innocent child.

But as we continued standing in the street, with the young boy still slightly shaking in your arms. As I looked at the young child I felt something spark in my heart. A paternal love and instinct, I smiled as I knew what I must do for the boy infront of me.

“Well, since you can’t remember your family and I don’t want to take you to the orphanage.” He looked up at me questionably and in slight trepidation. I smiled reassuringly and rubbed his head.

“Which means I’m going to adopt you as my son!” I felt my smile grow wider as the boy’s eyes raised in surprise. Before they began tearing up again, I pulled him into a hug before lift him up. Like how my father picked up me and my sister.

He cried softly into my shoulder and I smiled softly at him. “Come on son, lets go say hi to your soon to be mother.” He removed his head from my shoulder and with a tear stained face nodded warmly at me.

With that simple gesture I began my march towards my beloveds house. With my new and first son in my arms.

Third Person POV

Down the street from Jorihl and the child. Nova watched with a warm smile on his face. The man knew that this would most likely would happen and smiled. But after Jorihl and his new child turned down a street and out of sight. Nova sighed deeply before turning about and marching with grim conviction through the dark streets.

After a few minutes of walking Nova came to stand infront of a guarded. Building where watchmen dressed in a bright purple and white, with flamboyant golden trimming stood watch. Nova marched up to the door and was saluted before having the door pushed open for him.

As he entered the building he was greeted to the instant sight of blood stained floors. He ticked at the sight of the blood before looking up and scanning the room.

Whose walls were lined with a vast array of torture and surgical tools. Some of which were in boiling Iron pots of water. He smirked and shook his head in a joking manner. Before continuing forward to another door, which when opened revealed a long flight of stairs going downward. When he managed to marched all the way down the steps. He was in a long hallway with multiple doors lining.

When he walked past door after door, the faint sounds of screams and begging could be heard from them. But Nova ignored them and continued on his way until he came straight up to a door. He smiled before pushing the door open in a jovial manner.

Inside the room was a unicorn mare with bloodied white fur and a broken horn. Tied and gagged, next to her was an assortment of tools and other devices.

She looked up to regard the door and her eyes widen in fear. Nova smiled lovingly at her.

“Hello Hunny~!” Nova lovingly sang. “Are you ready for some fun~?!” He closed the door. Soon muffled screams and crying began to slip through the closed door.