Author's Note

WARNING! This chapter contains 'Gore', As in Violent Descriptive Gore. If you are Squeamish or below age. Avert Thy Eyes now!

You have been warned!

Chapter 7 - Schisse! Aufwachen! Aufwachen!

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0500 Hours

Wallaroo's F.O.B

Luna's moon still perched in the starry midnight blue sky. Its light making sneaking around a 'Royal pain' for the Royal Guard's ponies trying to get into position around the huge camp. Three ponies in particular, lay beneath a rose bush, peering out into the camp.

"There goes another one" The tan mare points with a fore hoof. "That makes another patrol, so in the past half hour there had been 16 patrols on this route." she said pointing to a crudely drawn map that was slapped together by two of her troops. "That means that after this next patrol, we have one minute and eight seconds to get from cover to cover into the camp." After a short pause she begins fidgeting, and Stryder notices her nervous twitch.

"Is there something wrong Swiftwind?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. To which the mare faces him and replies.

"Sir, we began this... Operation under the duress that these creatures were hostile and/or Animals. Yet they have manufactured goods, military structure, and they evidently speak Equestrian. This is-"

"You speak of INSUBORDINATION First Lieutenant. I Advise you tread cautiously, less your livelihood be put on the line. How would you provide for your foals?"
The captain growls through a glare.

"Sir! We don't know what their equipment is! The only weapons i recognize on their patrols are knives. If those long poles they carry around with them are their weapons i shudder to think what their capable of based on the privates report. And thats just for starters! Look around their camp! There are metal vehicles, or at least i assume their vehicles, EVERYWHERE. And they all have far larger versions of their soldiers poles build into them! I don't know what they are, but they look Very sturdy-"

"Know your place First Lieutenant Rosewood! You will follow your superior officers orders, To. The. Letter!" Captain Stryder hissed.

They both ducked as another patrol passed by, two of the creatures were dispensing banter with each other loud enough to hear.

"Sooo! Our little 'Jassie' has finally gone n' knocked up his wife Eh? About time. You two've only been together for like four years!" Both laughed, whilst the patrols third wheel turned away slightly blushing newer shades of red by the second.

"Sh-Shutup you cunt!" Their friend practically yells out. "You have no proof we did anything!" He growls.

"Oh i don't do i?" One squaddie said breaking into a smirk. "Well i heard you both knockin' headboards last night. pretty smooth move mate, starting with a massage and moving onto-"

"SHADDAP!" The now profusely red third yelled loud enough for even the crickets to go silent.

By this point some of the guards behind the bush had started chuckling to themselves at the weird creatures expense. The patrol continued on silently for a bit before the two started talking between themselves again.

"See! They are not only smart enough to manufacture goods, and have a military, but they are social creatures!" Rosewood hissed before taking a back-hoof to the face. All the guards behind Stryder and Rosewood instantly fell silent.

"FOLLOW. YOUR. ORDERS! Or i'll personally see to it that you 'Say hello your heritage'" The captain growled so silently into Rosewoods ear, only she heard him. "I. Have NOT. Worked this hard. For this long. To have the grandest moment of my career and possibly my familys history, Destroyed by some, Griffon loving Whore and her Abomination of a family!" He silently yelled into her ear.

Rosewood shot him a glare that was make a dragon end itself. Before growling ferally through grit teeth.

"You know what captain. You can take your operation and sit on it. hopefully it'll be large enough to replace the Stick stuck up your tail hole!. You may have the power of Rank. But i have the power of one hundred twelve Brave stallions and mares who'd lay their lives down to protect the ponies they love! And i will ensure to it that they not be remembered as the ones who plunged their nation into war, Because of Some ARROGANT, POMPOUS, IGNORANT, Court fool Blowing smoke up his arse! Good Morning to you. Captain!
Squad. Return to Ponyville and Prepare the last line of defence." As she backed out of the bush and turned to her troops she pulled a trenching shovel out of a privates pack and threw it under the rosebush, next to the captain. "Its to help you dig your early grave... In case Your Mouth gets tired!" She huffed indignantly whilst turning her back to the slack jawed Irate Captain who was still hissing profanity's and orders from under his bush.
"NOONE, Threatens or insults MY family." she grumbled as she walked to the front of her units crouched formation.

First lieutenant Rosewood Proceeded to usher her stunned detachment of the 3rd Pegasai, uneventfully, back to Ponyville.

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0500 Hours

Royal Chariot, En-route to Ponyville

The royal chariot streaked across the midnight blue, starry night sky. Its polished gold leafing shining in the white glow of Luna's moon for a rare change.
The two sisters sitting riding upon it, in the midst of a leery conversation over a certainly unusual event to occur to Luna during her dream walking that night.

"You've never seen such carnage dear sister!" Luna mumbled, abstract from the current surroundings. "These creatures, While it is true that they are Intelligent. There certainly is no denying that. But for all their Genius, they are Cursed with the blight of eternal war!" Luna mumbled whilst turning to look her concerned older sister in the eyes.

Princess Celestia spoke up finally. "Luna, are you Sure that you haven't made a misunderstanding of their disposition?" She inquired in all seriousness.

"That's nigh a possibility Dear sister. There were complicated diplomatic and political issues that caused said wars. However that doesn't negate the fact that. Their species has been at war since its infancy. What is of great concern, if their methods of war..." Luna shuddered at that vision. Celestia was becoming ever more concerned the more Luna revealed about these creatures that now trod upon their nations lands. "Great Atrocities... Indiscriminate killings... Torture... I've seen Their peoples terrifying Technological marvels and weapons of war... Machines that are nigh indestructible to their common soldiers, Weapons that throw metal balls hundreds and even thousands of feet to kill their enemies... Airships that far surpass any of our own, or any in the world in both Range, Agility, and Speed... I've seen the metal cylinders as large as you and i dropped from said airships over their towns and city's, on their army's and civilians alike... and the sheer gruesome destruction hence caused... One weapon in particular chills me to the bone... A Metal cylinder larger than your throne dear sister... One nation dropped it upon one of their enemies city... The blast from this weapon, reduced the city and its citizens to dust, the fires of Tartarus that burst forth like a rising mushroom incinerated all, beit building or creature. A city twice the size of Canterlot... Reduced to ash and molten stone instantly, and its people burned, dead or dyeing... slowly... painfully..." Luna began shivering at the sheer mass death and destruction she bore witness too in the Humans dreams, before the warmth of celestia's wing wrapping over her midnight coat comforted her.

"It's okay dear sister, we Shan't let that happen to 'our little ponies!" She explained with the same sheer, motherly authority she has had for over a thousand years.

It was then that a near blinding flash of light illuminated the sky behind the chariot, causing the sisters to turn around. A Column of midnight blue light with a yellow glowing aura pierced the sky and continued into the heavens, its emanating power parting the clouds in its immediate area. Celestia ordered the pulling team to circle around and double back to the lights source. Upon landing the sight that greeted them was truly shocking to say the least...

A lone Vampire Thestral, laid upon the ground, unconscious before them. Luna's gasp rasping through the air as she practically leaped over her taller, older sibling to the guards side. The princess of the night held her ear to the barrel of the damp, cold, un-moving mass of matted mud-plastered fluff lying in the thick mud. Relief washed over her expression as she heard a faint slow heartbeat.

"Oh, Thank goodness... Shes Alive..." The Princess said with a heavy sigh as she nearly collapsed in the mud.

"Why is this pony from your guard nearly dead in the mud Luna!" The princess of the day demanded softly as she used her magic to levitate the unconscious form into their chariot.

"I Heard that Twilight had summoned captain Styder to assist her in defending Ponyville from the creatures that we spoke of during our last meeting in the Ponyville library." Celestia Grimaced at that. "I sent Radiant Eclipse here to keep tabs on him-" It was then that Luna noticed words gouged out in the mud, words that bore the young officers pristine calligraphy.

'Dear Princess Luna! Please! Look into my memories! The matter is of Dire Urgency and requires your IMMEDIATE intervention!

Following the Advice of the text left from her Youngest and Brightest Officer, and dear friend. Luna lit her horn before gently touching it to the Thestral's forehead.
After several seconds Luna reared upwards with a Gasp of sheer Terror! Before Celestia could articulate her words into a sentence, Luna Stood up from the floor of the chariot, before barking out orders to the Pulling team to 'Make the Greatest of Haste'. Turning to her stunned sister she replied with.

"Tis as i feared Sister... The Pompous Court Fool has laid down plans for an Attack against the 'Humans'. Said plans are probably being carried out as we speak!" The Princess said through a glare.

"Let us hope not. For if what you've told me is true... Tell of the Humans most certain course of action..."

The Princesses continued using regenerative magic on the out cold Thestral, to heal the damage done by both hypothermia, and Extreme magic exhaustion...

Celestia kneeled next to the un-moving mass of mud-plastered fur on the floor using her magic to heal the poor soul, her younger sister sitting opposite to her using her magic to remove the masses of wet mud and clay from her guards coat and fur.

"She poured so much of herself into that spell, that she nearly Killed herself using that Soul flare..." Celestia remarked.

Luna looked up from cleaning her friends coat. "I know Tia... I Don't know whether to be Angry for her Risking her life like that... or... Proud for her putting herself on the line for what she knew was right... Whatever the outcome i come to, Shes certainly getting a promotion." Luna said through the warm motherly smile both her and Celestia shared.

By this time the Pulling team were grunting with the growing strain of each flap of their wings, the Royal chariot was Blitzing through Luna's sky so fast that contrails were forming off the edges of it. Both sisters praying that they make it in time to stop the attack, Before irreparable damage was done...

After a few minutes had passed the captain had seemed to regain his composure enough to proceed with his planned operation. If not now largely understaffed for such a battle...

"Go!" He quietly ordered his troops. However a previously unforeseen patrol that had unofficially began its rounds a few minutes early spotted the heavily armed and armoured guards moving from the bushes and across the six meter gap between the shrubs and the tents in the clearing. However...

Before any of the three Humans could Yell out or for that matter even raise their weapons, they were met with the lightning fast response of the guards. Two of the humans, a short eighteen year old in forest camouflage. As well as a Tall thin twenty two year old women in her pajamas wearing her ballistic vest. Fell immediately to the earth after the barrage of crossbow bolts. The teen laid face down with an arrow protruding from his neck at an awkward angle, Alive, but barely... And the woman fell onto her back, an arrow sticking out of the center right of her chest.

The last Squaddie stood tall and proud, if not wobbly. With three bolts Sticking out of his chest and one in his abdomen. His tall muscular figure sharply responded to his dulling minds commands, raising his Lee Enfield .303 rifle to his shoulder. Captain Styder froze in fear upon seeing the huge masculine form of the six foot eight' man as well as Australian's glare through his gun sight that bored a hole into his soul. However the Aussie would fall before getting his shot off, when one of the guards used 'Razor wind'. The resulting spell nearly cutting the man in half, his form collapsing from the mist of crimson to the ground, the two half's of his rifle following shortly after.

The captain looked on in disgust at the effects of his Privates Razor wind on the strange creature before him. He changed for several shades of green upon seeing the creature dead, with its innards spreading out across the rapidly blood soaked ground. The smell of Iron in the air alone was enough to make a guard loose his lunch. The Captains attention averted upon his noticing movement in his peripheral vision.

Turning to the left he saw the woman and rolled onto her stomach, and was crawling, hand over hand. To her short counterpart.

"Stop it! NOW!" He hissed quietly at his guards, who immediately leaped into action, by now she had pulled herself upright over her fallen comrade and pulled a contraption from one of the many pockets in his vest. She pointed it at the captain, causing all the guards to freeze. The captain shivered perfusely as, for the second time in the last twenty seconds, he found himself being the recipient of a feral glare of pure rage and hatred.

Staring down the fights of her weapon the Sergeant stammers out two words filled with every last ounce of energy she had left, and every drop of hatred she had in her... "fffFF-UCK! ... YOU!" She growled with a primal rage that made many of the ponies coats stand on end. Before she pointed the weapon into the air above her, pulling the trigger.

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A deafening crackling whistle pierced the air for several seconds before a loud --CRACKKK-- could be heard, the sound echoed off everything in the clearing. A blinding red Aura illuminated the entire clearing.

Before the loosing conciousness the sergeant looked upon her handy work with blurring eyes. Laughing loudly in triumph

The ponies looked at one another in shock, before the captain realized her ploy. But alas, it was too late. Before he could stutter out a word the Rumbling growl of an engine could be heard on the other side of the camp faintly. Before a ghoulish wail filled the air.

)(=45 seconds start=)(

The sound so loud the ponies muscles tensed, preventing them from fleeing, and causing those who'd still been flying to fall from the sky into a tensed up heap. They couldn't hear anything other than the shrill ghoulish howl over the camp. But they certainly felt the stampede of feet begin hitting the ground and running around the camp.

A Hundred more creatures appeared from the tents and began running around, each creature hurriedly pulling their armour over their pajamas. As well as some of those 'Always ready types' running out in full gear, having own multiple pairs of armour and clothes, thus allowing them to be in a pair at all times.

The captain realized and mentally cursed himself as he had not only doomed himself but those under his command. Once the siren stopped three minutes later they were quickly found, but their muscles where tensed for so long they'd all been crippled with paralyzingly painful cramps and muscle spasms.

Once the Humans noticed the fallen patrol several medics came rushing to their aid. Whilst the combined death stares of over 318 Apex predators made the guard ponies skin crawl...

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0500 Hours

Mist Cougars C.O.B (Central. Operating. Base)

A flag flapped and snapped in the strong northerly winds. Its jet black colouring only broken by the image of a thick grey fog, with a white cougars skull wearing an officers crush-cap, roaring whilst an iron cross hangs from its neck.

The only sound of the morning being that of snapping canvas from the flapping flag, clinging proudly to the eighteen foot high flagpole. That was... Until the not so faint ghostly howl of a Chrysler siren howled its way into the crisp morning.

All the guards in the prefab watchtowers stared at each other in confusion, initially thinking the siren was they'res. Those guards who turned on their towers one thousand watt searchlights, probed the sky and the 'HESCO bastion' fence line. A guard in one of the six towers around the Mist cougars C.O.B had noticed movement, and shone his light in between the Huge canvas tents being used as makeshift hangars for their JU-87 Stuka Dive bombers.

The light turned the night around the hangars into midday. At the same time the other watchtowers caught the hint and shone their lights onto the hangar tents. The Watchtower opposite the canvas mountains noticed shadows moving around inside, and the sergeant inside the tower checked his roster. And came to a sickening realization.

Picking up his microphone, and plugging it into the bases intercom, he yells in German to the whole base.

With the first word an officer in the prefab HQ building tripped the bases air raid siren, and it began its shrill whine.

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Almost immediately People began filling out of their respective barracks, some in professional orderly double file, fully geared up and armed. Others stumbling and falling out of the front door into a mess with their comrades leaping or falling over them in the door frame.

However in one barrack, gunshots were heard, Lots of gunshots. It sounded like someone was hip firing their FG-42 Machine rifle. And in two barrack buildings not a light blazed to life, nor curtain shift.

The sergeant yelled his native language into the microphone

And with that a squad of four grenadiers kicked the front door to barrack four in and paused for a moment, before charging into the 'Debauchery of a call to arms' MP-40 machine pistols blazing. Whilst a stray mechanic running to his hangar quickly adjusted course for barrack two as well as an orderly.The officer Kicked the door to barrack three off its hinges. His red faced furious shouting cut off almost immediately with his body tensing up, meanwhile the mechanic sprinted to the decking hand railing, and coughed up his breakfast.

The team leader called over the bases intercom with great concern taking root in his voice. The officer vaulted over the railing and sprinted to the barrack the mechanic had checked. Before standing weakly upright in a respectful stance. Placing his left arm behind his back and removing his crush-cap, placing it over his heart.

The Orderly after five seconds of holding this posture removed his 'walkie talkie' from his Midnight blue, red trimmed trench coat pocket and said the words that made the base freeze, all except for those in barrack four. Whom sounded like they were having a wrestling match worthy enough of utilizing the furniture.

"...They're... All dead... ... Errik, Their all dead sir! Slain in their beds!" He said before abruptly cutting off the transmission into the bases intercom, falling to knees and doubling over with his head in his hands.

The base was still and silent. The tension and sorrow solidifying the air. All before eight blood and oil stained pegasai burst forth from the hangar, three mechanics in hot pursuit throwing socket wrenches and spanners after them. Six more practically red bloodied pegasai burst forth from the open windows of barrack four. Some still sliding the crimson stained blades into their scabbards. Then, like someone flicked a switch...

The permeable sorrow that had filled air, in a flash was replaced with that of a primal fury. Orders where spat from orderly's and officers, to which the bases occupants growled and grunted back their words of compliance. The air was filled with orders and yelling, The retreating panicked pegasai felt the Primal. Feral. Malice behind and dripping off of each word, and instantly knew they'd bought about the wrath of an enemy that would now thirst for the most savage of revenge.

All across the base Anti-air guns were rapidly being forced skyward, their crews thirsting for the blood of those that had killed their best friends in their sleep. 'The rule book for the sport was at that moment, thrown out a window, trampled upon, drove over by a PanzerIV then set alight'. The quad 20mm cannons of no less than seven Wirblewind Anti-air tanks. Filled the air with near continuous cracks of thunder. Shortly after, the quad 20mm fixed Positions around the base, all eighteen of them filled the air with their orchestra of Chaos. The last guns to join the party where the six 88mm Flak guns that the team had managed to setup before heading to bed. Their cracks of sound making the air shake violently, whilst their immense recoil sent them sliding backwards across the ground.

Whilst the pegasai had been able to escape the humans easily enough, they however, couldn't outrun the hailstorm of 20mm rounds that furiously hissed and buzzed past them. Two pegasai where hit several times, the force of the impacts hitting their wings breaking them, sending them tumbling several hundred feet to their deaths in the forest below. And one unfortunate soul was unlucky enough to be hit by an 88' round. The force of the impact hitting her flank caused her own armour to kill her as well as breaking her back, her limp body falling from the huge mist of crimson paint and blood to the ground below.

The guards that cheated death flew back to Ponyville as fast as their wings would carry them. Upon landing they were greeted by the towns ponies who'd been woken by the blood chilling howls of both bases sirens, as well as the Mist cougars Anti air guns going berserk. The ponies that had encircled the remaining pegasai who'd escaped the doomed operation, parted ways to let the Four princesses through. Celestia's expression made her look as if she'd kill any survivors herself, Luna glared at them, as if her pure blood boiling hatred alone could melt them down to nothing. Twilight looked both disgusted and betrayed. And Cadence... Upon spotting the dried flaking blood peeling and being carried off the ponies before her by the now lazy wind. Only Grimaced and turned away from them, tearing up and sobbing as she did so.

Celestia steps forward. "I Congratulate you all" She says sarcastically through her glare "You've not only slaughtered Innocent civilians." At this the 'Survivors' looked up and into her piercing gaze, mortified at what they'd just heard their leader say. "-But you've Also Started a war with a people initially looking for peace..." She said calmly, However the guards were cringing and bracing themselves for what they knew was coming...

Celestia calmly walks over to them. Her unicorn and earth pony Guards marching past her and surrounding the survivors, whilst her Pegasai and Luna's Thestrals Hovered above them. Their Spears and Halberds at the ready, preventing any escape by air. Celestia stopped in front of a Sergeant, before glaring a glare down her nose at him, that would bring a life times back luck should she be in the vicinity of a mirror store.

The Princess inhaled deeply before snapping herself to eye level with the Traitors face and yelling. "AS WELL AS PUTTING EVERYONE IN YOUR CARE AT RISK! DO YOU HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF THE GRAVITY OF OUR SITUATION?! YOU'VE JUST DECLARED WAR AGAINST THE HUMANS!" She bit her tongue and stood upright once more inhaling and exhaling deeply, mentally counting in a rapidly failing attempt to calm herself down. meanwhile the now Thoroughly terrified blood stained guards ponies, shrank so low to the cobblestones that they may be at risk of disappearing. It was Luna's turn to scold then next.

"Doest thou know the great terrors they've bought upon they around them?" She asked through grit teeth, her eyes closed. Once she opened them she saw the cowering ponies nodding like bobble heads. "I Assure thee, The horrors thy hast seen. Are but the beginning..." The survivors clenched their eyes shut.

Twilight stepped forward now. She opened and closed her mouth several times, stumbling over her words for a few seconds before breathing a ragged breath. "I- I Don't know whether to be Ashamed. Disgusted. Or Appalled by the actions of you and your comrades this morning. And once more,-" She said leaning into the sergeants personal space. "-You. Lied. To. Me." She punctuated each word, causing the survivors to whimper under each word. "You withheld VITAL INFORMATION! And proceeded to SLAUGHTER The INNOCENT, Because you Never had the independence to say. No." The normally grey now oxide red patched guard, held his ears flat against his head, keeping his eyes clenched shut.

Cadence looked at the disgraced ponies before her, before shaking her head side to side as if denying the information being told. "why?..." She whimpered quietly.
"why? would you do such a thing?... How could you do such a thing?..." The normally Cheerful princess of love said choking on a sob, her tears leading to the disgraced few also crying silently to themselves at their blundering error...

Princess Celestia opened her eyes once more, having reached the count of 86 and calming enough to not use the royal Canterlot voice. She announces her next words with all of her authority, and personal restraint. "You are all a Disgrace to the Equestrian Royal Guard." The survivors eyes snap open before looking up in shock.

"Thee have proven most unworthy to don such armour, and carry thy sword." Luna says with disgust. The disgraced shake they're heads pleadingly knowing what is to become of them.

"You have shown a complete disregard of our Laws. And Virtues..." Twilight said with sadness. Holding back tears of her own. They're eyes tear up and they want to scream no! but their voices cant find their mouths.

Cadence stepped forward before saying with a shaking voice. "You've proven yourselves, most inept, and un-dutiful to the post entrusted to you. Your entire regiment has committed but so far are not limited to the crimes of: Dereliction of Duty. Murder. Falsification of Royal documents. Insubordination. Unlawful bearing of arms. and endangering those under your protection..." Cadence says through tears. "How do you plead?" The disgraced sergeant remains silent tears streaming freely down his cheeks. "HOW. Do you plead?" Cadence pressures again through a sob.

The Sergeant realizing the inevitable fate of both he and his regiment, feeling the full weight of his actions come crashing down, crushing him beneath his guilt. Responds by yelling with a soldiers professionalism. "GUILTY. OF ALL COUNTS PRINCESS!" To which Cadence begins openly crying once more. Twilight breaks eye contact with the 'Disgraced' there and then. Both princess Luna and Celestia unfazed by this admission to guilt, render punishment.

Celestia lights her horn. With that, the bloodied armour of the survivors is removed. And turns to ash, before its released from her magic and wisps away on the breeze.

Next Luna's Might night blue Aura envelops the traitors weapons, pulling them free of their stained scabbards and floating them by her side. The swords and lone crossbow burst into flame. Before morphing into pale blue metal ingots.

Twilight speaks up with great astonishment. "That's Mythril!" Before Luna replies with.

"Yes, it is. The metal from the Disgraced weapons has been transmuted into mythril. and shall be reforged into the weapons of those whom are deemed heroes." The princess of the night announces without breaking neither glare nor posture.

Both sisters spoke at the same time, the words they hoped they'd never had to speak again. "Thee have proven thy selves Unworthy. Of Armour and Sword. Thy feet shall be stayed in times of need, Thy title Stripped. Thy name redacted from all Royal documents. For thee hast smitten the innocent, and Disgraced thy name."

With that the now naked bloodstained ponies were shackled and flanked by earth ponies on a disgrace march back to Canterlot.

The princesses watch until the parade of shame had roamed over the horizon. The towns ponies dispersed, heads hung with dispair. How how their own could commit such atrocities? All where in mourning of those 'Humans' who had lost their friends and family...

Cadence dragged her hooves as she slowly trod into Twilight's castle, the lavender unicorn following her. Princess Luna and Celestia both stood there for a while longer before tears began to slip from their eyes. A tear falls from Luna as she sobs quietly. A lone Poppy flower grows when the tear hits the ground.

Celestia embraces her younger sister, Her sobs turning into full blown tears of sorrow and pain. "H-How, Sister?.. Ho-w could- they -D-do This..." she chokes on a sob before coughing into her sisters coat, and returning to crying.

Celestia cringes closing her eyes before her own pained sobs join her sisters. As they both sat in the now empty street, Quietly crying. The towns ponies having returned to bed.

Before too long though Celestia freezes, before shooting bolt upright and staring off into space toward a hill on the horizon. Luna notices this and asks.

"What is wrong, Tia?" Her sister continues staring at the hill, before telling Luna to use 'Enhanced sight'. to which Luna humors her sister, lighting her horn her vision clears up substantially, and sharpens to the point she can see the slightest grain of sand on the cobblestones before her. Luna directs her now purple glowing eyes to where her big sisters looking. Her blood curdles...

Staring right back at her. Is a Human, Watching the town from just over a hill...