A journey through the elements.

by PaladinponyT

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Violence, Death, Zecora, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance
Length: 9527

While on his latest mission, Sunblade meets someone that will change his life forever.

While on a mission to retrieve an ancient artifact, Sunblade, the lost prince of the dawn meets a new friend. And its only with their help can his mission succeed.

Published 2020-02-20 19:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-02-20 19:20:02 UTC

Chapter 1:The sea

The enormous ship cut through the waves below as I felt the wind blow through my silver mane. The crew of the ship moved back and forth going about their assignments. I watched them tie ropes, mend the sails that had been damaged, and scrub the old brown wooden deck. We had set out from Equestria three days ago; luckily, we had not encountered any sea monsters. However, we had been beaten by storms. I knew we were still a day away from the islands of the zebra lands. I had been to those islands many times while on missions for Celestia; now I was going to the great grass plains of Zebrica.

The princesses needed me to go there and find an ancient Equestrian artifact. As I looked off into the horizon, I heard hoof steps behind me. I looked back to see my good friend Jameer Ironwings; he was not used to being on a ship. I could not blame him; as a pegasus, he was more comfortable in the sky than on the ground. He stood next to me and looked out at the sea too. He was taller then me and made of pure muscle. His mane was blue like the sea and his coat was white like mine. We had met on one of my adventures and Jameer saved my life.

Jameer had volunteered to accompany me to Zebrica and I was grateful for his help.

"Are we almost there, Sunblade?" he asked me in his deep voice.

I shook my head, "We will reach the islands tomorrow, but the mainland is still two days away."

He grimaced.

"What's wrong?"

"When we reach the islands, can we find another ship?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"You can't smell it? The whole crew stinks."

I chuckled, "I noticed, but don't tell them that. Sailor-ponies get prickly when you point things like that out."

He looked behind us to make sure no pony had been listening in. Finding no one close by, he continued, "Do you remember what we are looking for?"

I nodded slowly, "Yes, but it's not safe to discuss that here."

Jameer agreed, and we walked back to our room. Going below deck was unpleasant; the smell of the old ship and the crew was worse down below. We passed a number of occupied hammocks and the sailors in them snored like a foghorn. We reached the door of our cabin and I teleported us inside. To keep our possessions safe, we chose to keep the door locked at all times. Our saddlebags sat on a table while our swords hung from pegs on the wall. I sat down on the bunk that served as my bed. Jameer sat on one of the chairs near the table. He pulled a book from his bags and opened it to the page he marked. It was a book about Zebrica, Jameer was trying to learn all he could before we got there. Whenever he asked a question, I pointed out the things that were out of date. I was one of the few ponies to have seen the strange land, but it had been a year since my last visit.

"What will be waiting for us on these islands, Sunblade?" Jameer asked not looking up from his book.

I levitated some water into a cup and took a short drink, "The Oseaan Sebras."

Jameer closed the book and gave me an odd look. Then, I remembered he didn't speak zebra, "Sorry, in their tongue that means 'Ocean Zebras.' They are members of the water tribe."

"And what else?"

"Probably different creatures from around the world. Zebrica has many rare and valuable resources, but there are also a number of dangers."

"Do you mind explaining the water tribe to me again, so I don't make any mistakes?"

I sighed deeply, this was going to be the third time I explained things. But, it was better to be prepared then to walk in blindly.

"Alright, listen closely this time, I'm tired and we both need sleep."

Jameer nodded.

"There are six zebra tribes and multiple side branches. The water tribe is the first one that travelers and outsiders meet because they live on the eight islands called The Spine of the Ocean. They also live in towns on the coastline of the mainland; they have one city that they share with another tribe. That is where they build their biggest and fastest ships."

We were interrupted by a loud knock at the door. I groaned and unlocked it with my magic. A sailor-pony with a tray of food walked in. Silently, he placed the tray on the table and walked out, closing the door. The crew had been suspicious of us since we got on board, now it seemed like they blamed us for the misfortunes they had suffered. Jameer ate some of the fruit from the tray while I started talking again.

"The water tribe is famous for their ships and ability to swim at very long distances. They worship the sea and the great spirits of water, they hunt sea monsters and have two side branches. The branch of steam has healers and merchants; they make medicine and sell all kinds of goods."

I paused to take a few bites of an orange I had levitated from the tray. Afterwards, I continued.

"The branch of ice has warriors, and they sail the frozen waters of the north. You will rarely see them on the islands or the mainland, but they will appear when they have things to trade."

"What kind of things?" Jameer asked, a little nervous.

"Whale oil, walrus tusks, furs, and goods from Yakyakistan."

My answer give Jameer a troubled look. I knew how he felt; I was still bothered by some of those too. However, both of us were relieved that the slave trade had ended. Ponies like us would have fetched a high price. I continued explaining, so we would not have to think about it.

"Not all of the water tribe lives on the islands, some live on the rivers of the mainland and some live on floating villages on top of lakes. Like the other tribes, they have their own styles of fighting due to the harsh environment. There is the way of the shark that uses weapons, the way of the turtle that focuses on defense, and the way of the sea-dragon that is used in underwater combat."

Martial arts was a specialty of the zebras; all the tribes had some form of it.

"This tribe sounds very formidable." Jameer said with a smirk.

"They are, so watch your steps or lose your hooves." I warned.

After we finished eating, I laid down on my bunk to sleep. My grey traveling cloak was serving as my pillow as I felt the ship rocking under me. Jameer went back to his book for another hour before jumping onto his own bunk. We slept until sunrise the next morning. After breakfast we gathered our things, the Alicorn Blade hung at my side in its simple brown scabbard as I wrapped my cloak around me. Jameer put on his own cloak of blue, red, and black; his sword was a master's katana with a dragon's mark hung under his left wing. The crew was singing a sailor song as we climbed up to the deck. The captain, wearing his blue and gold hat, was at the wheel. He was the only one not singing. His eyes were fixed on the island in front of us. Ships of different shapes and sizes were moving away and toward the docks. To my surprise, there were three airships from beyond the badlands. I nudged Jameer with a hoof.

"Be ready when we get off, there are pirates." I whispered.

Jameer looked at the ships and nodded.

The zebras on the dock were busy helping the crew to stop the ship and tie it to the dock. The gangplank was lowered and we were the first to get off.

"Let's find a ship to the mainland quickly," Jameer said, pulling his hood up, "I don't want to stay here too long."

I agreed and we headed into town. Zebras of the water tribe walked past us. They had blue stripes and many wore seashells, the nobles wore pearls and silks. Every zebra had a mark on their flanks; some resembled sea creatures, others looked like ocean waves. The smell of spiced food was heavy in the air, and on many of the shops were signs and masks. Each mask meant a different thing. Some were for welcoming, some for shielding from bad luck, and others were warnings to non-zebras. Guards moved up and down the crowded streets. They were armed with spears, curved hoof blades, and clubs with shark teeth.

When we saw the guards in silver steel, armed with tritons, I knew where we were.

"This is Sealord Point," I said to Jameer, "It the largest of the eight islands and home of the water tribe's leader."

"The sea lord right?"

"Yes, he and his warships are Zebrica's first line of defense during times of war."

"Have you ever been here before, Sunblade?"

I had to think about it for a moment, "Four times, once with the princesses and three times on my own."

We arrived at a sailor's tavern that belonged to a fat fishman; he had come from the badlands and made his home here. Inside were zebra sailors, a group of merchant ponies, and large group of sky pirates. Some of each group looked at us as we entered. I had been to this tavern before, so the owner knew me.

"Ster-swaard" he called out when he saw me, "It's been months since I last saw you, come in, come in. You and your friend can sit here."

He showed us to a table near the window, I was grateful it was not close to the pirates. The zebras looked away from us, but the other ponies and pirates kept an eye on us.

"What was that he called you, Sunblade?" Jameer asked curiously.

"It means star sword," I answered, taking off my hood, "It's what the zebras call me."

"I see."

The owner of the tavern brought us some food and water, and he sat down between us and smiled.

"It is good to see you Ster-swaard, I was wondering if you would turn up." he said with a slight gurgle in his voice.

"Why is that, Gill?" I asked, a little concerned.

"You haven't heard the news?" Gill asked confused.

Jameer and I shook our heads slowly.

"Well, the word is an ancient dragon has died, leaving a massive treasure hoard behind. Now, treasure hunters from all over are coming to look for it."

I looked at the pirates more warily.

"Burn me," I whispered.

"What?" Gill asked.

"They are here for the same thing we are." I answered, still looking at the pirates.

Jameer spoke next, "Are you sure, Sunblade?"

"What we are looking for is in that treasure hoard," I answered grimly.

"Darn it, I thought we were first," Jameer said frustrated.

I looked to Gill, "Do you know where we can find a fast ship to the mainland?"

"I'm afraid, the only ships fast enough to get you there quickly are the airships that belong to Red Beak."

Just then an anthropomorphic parrot kicked in the door and entered; he had bright red feathers and he was wearing a brown trench coat. An ornate cutlass hung from his back and two griffins in leather armor stood on either side of him. He had on a red and gold hat, and his beak was black with a red tip.

When Gill saw him he stood up and walked over to the front counter. From the scared look on Gill's face, Jameer and I guessed that was Red Beak. At the counter he asked for rum, Gill went to the back and brought back a large mug. Red Beak took a long drink, then spat the rum in Gill's face.

"That rum was too warm!" he yelled, "Are you trying to poison me?"

Gill shook his head hard as Red Beak reached for his sword.

"I would not do that if I were you!" I said loud enough for all to hear.

Red Beak stopped and turned to face us, "What did you just say to me, pony?"

I took a drink of water and spoke again, "Just some friendly advice." I said in a neutral tone.

The other pirates slowly got to their feet as Red Beak walked towards us. I gave Jameer a look not to draw out his sword. Red Beak stopped and stood over us. There was a long pause as no one moved, finally Red Beak spoke.

"Do you know who you are talking to, pony?"

I stared into his yellow eyes and smirked, "No, but do you remember where you are?"

Red Beak clearly didn't understand the question, as a look of anger appeared on his face. Once again he reached for his sword. The sound of weapons being pulled suddenly filled the tavern, Red Beak looked around to see dozens of zebras surrounding him.

"You see, these islands belongs to them," I started to explain, "You and I are guests here as long as you follow the rules. Break them and you find yourself turned into an unwelcome pest. We ponies call these islands The Spine of the Ocean, but would you like to know what they call them?" I asked, pointing to the zebras.

Red Beak began to sweat nervously as I continued, not waiting for a reply, "They call them, The Wall of the Empire."

Chapter 2: shamans

*Jameer*

By air or sea for any to reach Zebrica they have to pass The Wall of the Empire. As the first line of defense nearly all zebras on the islands learn to fight. All trouble makers quickly find out just what the water tribe can do. Sunblade had learned that lesson too, he had watched as some unruly pirates had been beaten senseless. Now I saw just how scary the zebras could be; Red Beak was learning this too. As the zebras looked ready to pull all his feathers out.

There was a long moment of tension as everyone in the tavern held their breath. A voice suddenly came from the front door. The voice was old with a thick zebra accent.

"What's all this?" An elderly zebra mare walked in.

The other zebras lowered their weapons and moved away from Red Beak. The humanoid parrot slowly turned in a cold sweat. The elderly zebra addressed him.

"I suggest that you and your crew go back to your ships before the Sea Lord hears about this."

Red Beak gave me and Sunblade once last look before he and his crew marched out. The elderly zebra slowly approached us.

"Ster-Swaard," She said to Sunblade. "You should have let us know you were coming."

He smiled at her, "I would have Umbara, but our mission is delicate."

Umbara looked at me, "I see. Well if there is anything I can do to help you two."

"That would be appreciated," I said gently.

This mare had a great hidden power within her. I made a guess based on the information in the book I have about this land that she could be a shaman. If true that would explain the respect and authority the other zebras gave her. In zebra society, shamans are their spiritual leaders and connection to the elements. It was not easy to become a shaman just like how it is rare for a unicorn to be born with magic as their talent.

"Then follow me please," said Umbara.

We followed her out of the tavern and into the crowded streets. All the zebras made way, some even knelt when we passed. She led us up a green hill to a large blue gate with two dolphins engraved on it. A pair of guard zebras with the silver armor and tridents stood on either side. Umbara said something to them in their native tongue and they opened the gate. Inside was a large vineyard with many colored grapes around us. A large mansion of gray marble stood before us. There was a fountain that showed a zebra stabbing a shark with a harpoon.

"Umbara!" yelled a cheerful voice.

A middle-aged zebra with a long curved mustache and small goatee appeared. He was wearing sea green and white silk; he had one earring with a small blue gem. From his rich appearance and noble face it was easy to guess he was the Sea Lord. His stripes were a light blue and he moved with the grace of a younger stallion.

"I was not expecting you until this evening," the Sea Lord said reaching us, "And, I see you brought guests."

We bowed in respect and introduced ourselves. The Sea Lord gave us a warm welcome and led us into the manor. We came to a large sitting room full of enormous pillows. The Sea Lord sat himself on a red one. Umbara took an emerald green one, and Sunblade shared a blue one with me. The Sea Lord cleared his throat.

"So, what business brings you here?"

Sunblade explained our mission as I took a minute to survey the room. Zebra architecture was still strange to me. The odd patterns and colors made me feel like we were sitting in a kaleidoscope. After my friend finished, the Sea Lord had a troubled look.

"Bad business, that treasure," he said. "It's causing unrest between the tribes, and these fortune hunters are not helping, either."

"The spirits are unhappy, as well," Umbara remarked. "Feelings of greed poisoned them."

"Why hasn't the emperor put his hoof down on these issues?" inquired Sunblade.

The Sea Lord shook his head. "He only holds sway over security matters. Unless the tribes come to blows, or a foreign power threatens us, his hooves are tied."

Umbara gave her input, "We shamans have already spoken out against searching for the treasure. A dragon's curse is on that hoard, and some in the tribes are forgetting the old ways."

My feathers ruffled. "I'm not clear on the issue here. Can someone please explain?"

Sunblade spoke first. "As new ideas and technology enter the empire, many zebras have begun questioning the role of shamans. They are putting more faith in the physical world, not knowing the consequences."

"Consequences?"

"We are not like you ponies," Umbara interjected. "We need the spirits' blessings to survive, without them our homeland would fade into ruin. Hatred, greed, and pride would consume us."

We could understand that, the first homeland of the ponies was lost because of hatred. I looked to Sunblade our eyes filled with determination. My eyes returned to the Sea Lord and Umbara.

"How can we help?"

Umbara smiled, "Find that treasure hoard and destroy it, you may take your artifact back to Equestria with our thanks."

The Sea Lord nodded, "Removing the treasure would clear up some of the unrest and with nothing to look for, the hunters will leave."

"Do you know where the treasure is?" asked Sunblade.

Umbara answered, "Word in the council is it's in the forbidden mountains, beyond the great jungle."

"Is there anything we need to watch out for?" I asked.

Both zebras looked uneasy from that, memory brought me back to the book about this land. Strange and powerful creatures roamed through the tall grass and dark trees.

"Only the tribes on the mainland can answer that," said the Sea Lord grimly, "All I will tell you to watch out for are the other treasure hunters."

Red Beak and his ilk were obvious, but other hunters may already be ahead of us. The Sea Lord and Umbara got up from their cushions. We did the same. The two Zebras took a moment to talk to each other in their own tongue. It sounded like rhyming mumbles. They turned back to the two of us.

"Umbara says you need a fast ship." said the Sea Lord.

We nodded.

"Then you're in luck. I have just the one. Follow me."

He led us to another room in the mansion, and tapped three squares on the floor. I heard a number of strange sounds as the floor began to drop. It slowly formed into a long stairwell that met a lit hallway. Sunblade was unfazed, but the sight was a marvel. Zebra engineering was truly amazing. The Sea Lord gestured for us to follow as he headed down the stairs. As we reached the hallway, unease crept through my feathers. Being underground was unpleasant for a pegasus. I adjusted my wings to shake off the feeling. The end of the hall opened up into an underground dock. Inside was a large ship with golden sails. It was made of bleached white wood with a silver figurehead. It was shaped like a seapony. Approaching the ship, the Sea Lord yelled something in his language. One by one, a crew of zebras came down from the ship. They all wore similar clothes, suggesting they were military. The largest of them approached the Sea Lord. Unlike the others, this zebra had brown stripes and a thick, bushy beard. He bowed to the Sea Lord, who turned to address us.

"This is Nemo, captain of my personal ship," he said, gesturing toward the bearded newcomer. "He and his crew will take you to the mainland."

Sunblade examined the great ship. "Is it fast?"

That got a chuckle from the Sea Lord. "With Umbara's blessing, and these brave sailors working the sails, you will reach the mainland in a few hours."

My eyes were wide; not even the Wonderbolts could go that fast. Sunblade looked at me.

"If you want to back out, tell me now."

I smiled and shook my head. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

He smiled back, then looked to the Sea Lord. "We accept."

With that, we climbed onto the boat after bidding Umbara and the Sea Lord farewell. The golden sails were unfurled, and Umbara prayed to the wind and ocean to give us speed. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind took hold of the sails and we shot out of the hidden dock. The feeling was exhilarating as we cut through the bright blue water. It felt as if we were barely touching the surface. Sunblade tapped me on my shoulder and led me down into the living quarters.

After looking around to make sure we were alone, Sunblade began to speak, "When we get to the mainland, we will need to ask the earth tribe zebras for a map."

"Why? I thought you had been to Zebrica before."

"I have only been to their capital and a few villages," he said trying to hid his fear. "The great jungle is a dark and dangerous place, and I know nothing about it."

"What about the forbidden mountains?"

"According to legend, they are the home of the fallen tribe."

My mind really did not like the sound of that, and Sunblade's haunted look did not help. I turned my mind to other questions. "Was it really wise to tell them about our mission?"

Sunblade nodded. "Umbara is a friend, and the Sea Lord is trustworthy. They want the artifact gone as much as we want to find it first."

"Are we really going to destroy the treasure hoard?"

"It is the right thing to do, Jameer. Like the artifact, so long as it is there, the temptation for it will be excruciating."

A sigh passed my lips. "Seems like a waste to ruin all that gold."

Sunblade chuckled softly while shaking his head. "Alright. We will take one sackful."

We both shared a laugh and found a cabin to rest in. I spent most of the time reading further into my book. According to the text, the zebras of the ground, or the earth tribe, were the most numerous clan of zebras. Like earth ponies back in Equestria, they were mostly laborers. They built villages, raised farms, and provided tools to the other tribes. Their side branches sounded intimidating.

"Sunblade, what do you know about the branches of metal and magma?"

My companion looked up from cleaning his sword. "Well, the metal ones are smiths, They make tools, weapons, armor, and jewelry. Some nobles back home even wear some of their craft. The branch of magma has the miners. They dig for gems, coal, and precious metals. I once saw one break a falling boulder with his head."

I blinked, he had to be pulling on my wings. As I was about to reply, we felt the ship under us began to slow down. We got up and left the room; from the top deck we saw a large city just a few minutes away. The buildings were tall and made from stone, looking at it feelings of awe entered my heart. As far as ponies knew, zebras could not use magic. However, if they could build places like this, it was incredible, I had always held admiration for earth-ponies for what they could do. Now the zebras had my respect, too. The ship came to a stop at the harbor where more ships sat moving up and down on the water. Captain Nemo walked over to us as the gangplank was lowered. He started talking, but I could not understand him. So, letting Sunblade talk to him, I walked down to the dock. The air was warm and clear, and my wings felt anxious so I took off my cloak and jumped into the sky. Flying above the city, everything looked very beautiful.

Chapter 3: A new friend.

*Sunblade*

After speaking with Captain Nemo, I made my way into the city. Jameer was flying high above me, he circled the buildings, no doubt taking in all their wonders. Many zebras stopped to look up at my friend, you could not blame them. It was rare to see a pegasus in these lands. Jameer landed in front of me; he looked happy as he put his cloak back on. That flight had really helped to raise his spirits.

"This place is huge," he said. "But, it's not as big as Manehattan."

That was true, only the capital was big enough to rival the cities of Equestria.

"This city's name is Bahari," I said, remembering the first time seeing it. "It is shared by The earth tribe and water tribe."

Jameer looked around and saw all the different colored zebras. Some had the light and dark blue of the water tribe, but the majority had the brown, silvery gray, and orange of the earth tribe.

Jameer looked confused, "I understand the brown, but why are some of them orange and gray?"

It was amusing to see that perplexed look on him, "The gray is for metal and the orange is for magma."

Jameer closed his eyes and shook his head, "So many to keep track of."

His voice was annoyed, but he was starting to get a better handle on things. We moved down the red brick street as wagons passed us and street vendors shouted out their goods and services. There were a few shops owned by foreign merchants, but very few outsiders went beyond The Spine of the Ocean. Those who did found great opportunity by introducing zebras to luxuries of other kingdoms. And it showed, as some zebras wore clothing from Equestria. As we passed a group of zebras sitting around a radio, I caught a warning from it.

"For those traveling down the grass roads please use caution," It said in the zebra language, "More laughing bandits have been seen raiding more caravans and there are unconfirmed rumors that the lions are on the move. Until we know more please stay alert."

My mind was immediately troubled by what I heard, "There's no way King Leonidas would risk a war with the zebras," I thought to myself. "The lions may be proud, but they're not stupid."

Distracted, I accidentally ran into something. Falling to the ground, a sound of pain came from ahead of me. Realizing that I hit someone, Jameer helped me up so I could apologize. The young zebra mare got up and brushed off her brown cloak. My eyes took in her appearance, she was colorless and she wore a number of gold rings around her neck. There were gold rings around her left hoof, too. When she looked at us, a warm smiled appeared on her face; she spoke with a slight accent, but she spoke pony very well.

"I am very sorry pony, I should really watch where I am going." She rhymed.

I was surprised, only zebras who visited other lands rhymed. It was a way for zebras to appear less dangerous to other races.

"No, it was my fault." I said feeling a little warm. Hoping my face was not red, I reached out a hoof to greet her. Jameer did the same, but he used a wing.

"My name is Sunblade, and this is Jameer."

The zebra mare gave us a small bow and introduced herself, "Zecora is my name and it is nice to meet you today."

That name, I knew that name.

"Wait, you're the zebra that lives in the Everfree Forest?" The surprise in my question was unmistakable.

Amused, Zecora answered, "I am, now tell me what brings you to my homeland?"

I hesitated, Twilight and her friends knew and trusted Zecora, however, was it fair for me to involve her? Our mission was going to get dangerous soon, but still it would be helpful to have a third companion. I looked at Jameer, who gave me a nod and smiled. We led Zecora away from the crowded streets, and I explained our quest to her. She listened in silence until I asked her if she could help us.

"In what way may I help the two of you?" she asked.

"For one, we need a translator, or at least Jameer does."

My friend gave me a look, but I pushed on. "Second, other zebras might be more comfortable speaking with you than with us. Third, you might have knowledge we need."

Zecora thought for a moment, then nodded.

"One more thing; you don't have to use your rhyme-speak. I know the customs of your people, but you don't need to use them here."

Zecora chuckled. "It's been a while since I used my regular voice. Very well, I'll talk normally."

We left the alley and headed uptown. I looked back and forth, finally seeing the shop we needed. When we entered, the cartography store was small. Like Zecora, the elderly shopkeeper was colorless. He wore red silk and a feathered hat.

"Welcome to Wanderer's Aid. How might I help you?" he said in Zebra.

"We are looking for a map to the great jungle, please."I replied, surprising him.

Not many outsiders spoke Zebra, but my mother taught me when I came with her to this land. The shopkeeper came around his desk and searched some old shelves. He pulled out a large map and laid it down on the nearest table. The great jungle and the mountains beyond were at least three days away. Studying the map, I looked for a shorter path, but the only one led us through bandit territory. Though our mission required speed, the risk was heavy.

"Have any other outsiders seen this map?" I asked the shopkeeper.

He nodded, "A few, but none like you."

I considered that, "Can you tell us about them?"

"There were three different groups, the first was five griffens, the second was one minotaur and two gargoyles, the last was four dragons."

So, Red Beak and his crew hadn't been here yet.

"Do you remember which way they all took?"

He pointed to different roads out of the city, "The griffens and dragons went this way."

I look closely at the path; it led through the lions' land, but the two groups had their wings. The shopkeeper put a hoof on another road, "The minotaur and gargoyles took this road."

Looking at it, I saw how cautious the last group was. They were taking the long way, but it would be safer. I walked over to my companions and we discussed the information. During my talk with the shopkeeper, Zecora had whispered everything to Jameer, so there was no need to repeat myself. As we feared, our opponents were ahead of us; however, our greatest foe was behind us. That we counted as lucky, and if our luck held the other groups would run into trouble.

"It sounds like all the roads will have problems," Jameer said frustrated. "But, I say we take the short path. Yes, it will be dangerous, but if we try to take an easy road then we will lose this race."

"I agree with Jameer," said Zecora. "We are behind in this hunt, and the longer we delay, the harder things will become."

That was true, once Red Beak reached the mainland, all he had to do was fly his airships over the jungle and into the mountains.

"Very well, but we are going to need supplies." I said, knowing what we had was not going to be enough.

After giving 20 bits to the shopkeeper, we left to look for a place to rest before heading out. Zecora led us to an inn she had been to before. The inn was made of light yellow stone, giving it a candle flame appearance. Surprisingly, the innkeeper was a zony. It was not unheard of for a zebra and pony to fall in love and have children. However, many traditionalists hated these kinds of relationships; they saw it as a fouling of the zebra bloodline. Zecora and the zony mare greeted each other warmly; later, Jameer and I would learn that they were childhood friends. The zony mare's name was Upepo and she showed us to a big room with three beds. Upepo and Zecora wished to catch up, so all four of us sat down to talk. When Zecora took off her brown cloak, I was surprised by the sun glyph on her flanks.

"Zecora, you're a member of the Sun tribe?" I asked confused.

Zecora and Upepo smiled and chuckled a little.

"Indeed I am," she answered. "But, I understand your mix-up. Like the wind tribe, I am colorless and like them I have traveled to other lands."

"That is how we met," Upepo said happily. "My father was from the wind tribe."

"Can you tell us more about your tribe?" asked Jameer.

"Gladly." said Upepo.

They began to explain the wind tribe and its interesting history, I already knew these things from spending time with the tribe myself. But, Jameer was eager to learn more. The wind tribe were explorers, they traveled to far off places looking for stories, ancient places, new cultures, and old lore. They were pacifists and believed deeply in a great balance. Because the wind has no color they choose not to paint their stripes. However, their side branches were very different, the branch of smoke worked for the emperor as spies. And, the branch of poison made potions out of rare dangerous plants. After the two had filled Jameer's ears with happy stories of their people, my friend asked, "Tell us about the Sun tribe, Zecora."

The zebra mare suddenly looked uncomfortable; I could tell something was bothering her. So, I explained the Sun tribe to Jameer for her, "The Sun tribe is made from the oldest and greatest of the high nobility. Their stripes are painted gold and they hold the most seats on the council. The emperor is usually chosen from these old families."

"That sounds unfair." Jameer said, frowning.

"It is the way things have always been," Zecora said sadly. "That is why I left, so I would not become like my parents."

Upepo had a look of sympathy for her friend, "I think it is time you all got some sleep, I will prepare your supplies for tomorrow."

"Thank you, Upepo, please have everything ready and wake us an hour before sunrise." I instructed.

The zony mare nodded and left the room. After Upepo was gone, I took off my gray cloak and continued speaking, "Zecora, we told you a little of our mission, but we never told you what the artifact is."

"And, you don't have to tell me." she said walking over to her bed.

"Still, if you are going to risk your life with us, then you should know why it is so important."

Jameer agreed.

"Very well." she said, climbing onto the bed.

Taking a deep breath, I started, "The artifact is a helmet, made by the alicorn of storms. He made it for the first leader of the pegasi and it was passed down from leader to leader. After Equestria was founded, the helmet was lost. No pony knew what happened to it, but now the princesses found evidence regarding its whereabouts."

Jameer cut in, "That's how we know it's inside the dragon's hoard, and we need to find that helmet before anyone else."

"And why is this helmet so important?" asked Zecora curiously.

My friend answered her in a troubled voice, "That helmet has the power to destroy entire kingdoms. It holds the power of a thousand hurricanes."

Our zebra friend's eyes grew wide with fear. Now she understood the gravity of our mission. If the helmet falls into the wrong hands, that creature would have the power to rule the entire world.

Chapter 4: laughing in fire

*Jameer*

The city streets were quiet and nearly empty as the three of us left the inn. Zecora's friend had given us enough supplies for our journey. Upepo had been strange to me, but her sweetness had reminded me of home. We left the city through the north gate and we made our way east. The road was made of beaten earth and stretched out far beyond our sight. The tall grass around us appeared to reach up to our knees. The idea of having to walk through it soon was making me anxious. Who knows what could be hiding within. When the wind blew through the grass it gave off a surprisingly sweet smell; watching the grass move it almost seemed like water. The few trees we saw were not grouped together, instead they stood alone. The land just kept going and going it was incredible, it was like the open sky clear and beautiful.

As we walked, Zecora took the time to try and teach me some of her people's language. It was difficult, a few times my tongue got tied, other times I just said the wrong thing entirely. And, remembering which word meant what was even harder. Our new companion was very patient, often she would just smile in amusement whenever I made a mistake. Her smile was so pretty, it made my mane and feathers tingle. Pushing these thoughts away, I focused on how the words were pronounced.

After maybe 5 hours of walking, we stopped to take a break. We sat down on some large rocks near a small lake. Sunblade told us to fill up our canteens. From the way he expressed urgency, I suspected we would not see water again for sometime. The food Upepo gave us was good, but the spices were a little too hot. Spicy food was not something I was used to. Unlike me, Sunblade and Zecora were unaffected by the food. As we rested, Zecora began to sing something in her language. It sounded like a love song, like the kind of thing you would sing to someone you cared for. Sunblade got up and said he was going to look ahead, leaving me and Zecora alone.

The zebra mare had stopped singing and was looking out at everything over the horizon.

"How long have you been away from home, Zecora?" I asked.

"About 4 years," She answered, "But, the Everfree Forest is my home now."

"If it is alright to ask, why did you leave?"

She gave me a sad smile, "Many of the Sun tribe, including my parents are turning their backs on the spirits, and it has corrupted them."

"Oh, I see."

"My father is a drunk and has succumbed to gluttony; my mother, she is envious and quick to anger."

"Did they ever hurt you?" I asked, concerned.

Tears fell down her cheeks, "Yes, but it is not something I wish to remember."

I moved over to her and put a wing around her, "Then don't, just forget I asked."

She cried into my shoulder, as I sat there feeling ashamed. Sunblade came back, when he saw us, a look of worry appeared on his face. I raised my other wing to keep him from asking or coming closer. After Zecora finished, she rubbed her eyes and got up. She walked passed Sunblade and over to the small lake.

"What happened?" asked my friend, watching Zecora walk away.

"I got too curious."

He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but he didn't press me for answers.

Later, Sunblade led us up a small hill, on the other side was a dead zone. No, grass grew and there were bones; Sunblade drew his sword and walked in. Zecora and I followed slowly, this place screamed dangerous. A foul-smelling steam was in the air and bones crunched under our hooves. Boiling pools of water were here and there as we moved cautiously. This place didn't just look creepy, there was a dead feeling all around us. Like, some unseen hand was going to reach out and take us at any moment. Then we heard it, laughter coming from everywhere.

"BACK TO BACK!" Sunblade ordered.

We did as we were told, and I pulled my own sword. Standing on my back legs, I held my blade at the ready. From all sides they came out of the foul mist. They were dog-like beasts wearing copper scaled armor; on their helmets were small curved blades. These were the laughing bandits, otherwise known as hyenas. In my book, they were described as ruthless and ravenous monsters. And now I saw why, the way they were looking at us said, "We are not just going to rob you."

My muscles tensed as the hyenas bared their teeth. The sounds coming from them were part laughter and growl, as they circled us. Zecora was whispering what sounded like a prayer, as the beasts got closer. However, they would find no easy meal here. All at once they rushed us. Some leapt into the air, while others charged. A shield of silver light suddenly appeared around us and the beasts ran right into it.

I smirked as the hyenas were thrown back. Sunblade dropped the shield and yelled, "NOW!"

I let my training take hold, and struck at the foul creatures. I cut one in the neck, and bashed another with a wing. As a student of wing-chung, I learned how to make my wings as hard as metal. It had been tough and painful work, but now it was like I fought with three blades instead of one. Sunblade cut down three hyenas; their armor was worthless against him. The Alicorn blade was not a sword that could be turned easily. Zecora took off her cloak to move more freely. She moved elegantly, dancing around all our enemies' blows. The hyenas used their teeth, their claws, and their spiked helmets, but nothing could touch her. After a few seconds of evasion, our zebra friend went on the attack. She jumped over a hyena and hit him in the back of the neck. I saw the beast's eyes roll up as it fell to the ground.

"Zebras are scary," I thought to myself.

I deflected two more enemy attacks before a bold hyena came up and bit me on my left wing. I gave him a look like you would a mosquito. His eyes went wide as I spun and slammed him into his friends. My wing was bleeding, but the pain was barely noticeable. The pain of my training had been far worse. Taking a quick look at the battlefield, I saw that fifteen hyenas were either dead or too weak to continue; however, we were still outnumbered. Unexpectedly, more zebras appeared, but I had never seen this type before. Some had stripes as red as blood, others were yellow. To my shock, the one in front was purple.

Noises of fear came from the hyenas, as the newcomers pounced. They were artists when it came to fighting. I still cannot describe what it was I saw, but one thing was for sure, Zecora's style was nothing compared to these warriors.

Chapter 5: The great jungle

*Sunblade*

The tribe of fire, compared to the other zebra tribes they are the smallest. Even the fallen tribe had more members than them. But, what they lacked in numbers, they made up for in pure skill. Every zebra martial arts could trace their origins back to the fire tribe. Their only side branch was more like a promotion of rank; the branch of lightning was the emperor's elite guards. They all cared deeply about honor and duty, and fire was their heart.

Twenty-eight hyenas were dead, and the zebras of the fire tribe were busy burying them. The three of us watched as the bodies were stripped of their armor. Placing them in individual graves, the zebras drove stakes into the ground and placed their enemies' helmets on them. It was a sign of respect.

The purple zebra of the lightning branch approached us, he spoke to us in Equestrian, "What are you doing out here?" His voice was deep, and the question felt more like a demand.

We were grateful, but I was not in the mood to be interrogated. We were tired, and Jameer was injured. Annoyed and suspicious, I said, "Could ask you the same and we are under no obligation to answer."

My words were more then discourteous considering they just saved us. However, it was unlikely that so many of the emperor's best fighters were out here for no reason. The purple zebra gave us a burning glare, I readied myself, but even if all three of us fought him only he would be left standing. Looking at Zecora, I wondered what she would do if it came to blows with her own people.

In that moment of doubt, our zebra friend stepped in between us and the purple zebra, "According to the law of hospitality," she began, "Visitors to our lands are to be given food, shelter, and protection."

The purple zebra was not amused, "I know this, but it is odd to find three travelers in such a treacherous area."

A good argument, but Zecora stood her ground, "That may be, however, under the law your suspicions mean nothing and you cannot act against us without just cause."

That was true, but it didn't stop them from following us. Jameer would look back at them once or twice; he tried not to show his nervousness. His wing was bandaged, but he gave no sign of it bothering him.

"I wish they would stop looking at us like that," Jameer whispered to me. "It doesn't help that they're so quiet, why aren't they talking?"

I answered him in a low voice, "They're not allowed to, only the lightnings are permitted to speak with outsiders."

"What about Zecora?" he asked, looking at her.

"As long as you and I are around, they won't even speak to her."

"Do they not trust us that much?"

I nodded, "It keeps them from hesitating, say someone you talked to and become friends with turned out to be an assassin. You might not be able to stop them."

Jameer had an understanding look on his face, it was certainly harder to hurt a friend then someone you had never said a word to. A few hours passed before our short road paid off. The great jungle loomed in front of us, the gigantic twisted trees were like a wall as we stood at the entrance. What was left of the old jungle road was broken, and roots stuck out in places.

"Reminds me of the Everfree Forest," Jameer said, staring at the trees.

"No, this place is nothing like the Everfree," Zecora said next to us.

Curious, we asked her why that was. Our zebra friend looked calm, but her eyes and voice betrayed her, "From the accounts of those who have gone in and survived; there are monsters that live within. And, from what is said about them, they are worse than anything in the Everfree."

"What could be worse then Timberwolves, Cragadiles, Cockatrices, and Manticores?" Jameer asked, fearing the answer.

Zecora looked grim, "Lizard-men, Enormous apes, and Giant spiders."

Jameer's face turned a little pale at the words 'Giant spiders', but everything else we had no knowledge of. The purple zebra of the lightning branch walked up to us.

"And, there are rumors that some of the fallen tribe lurk beneath these trees." he said coldly.

"Who are the fallen tribe?" Jameer made the mistake of asking.

"We do not talk about them," The lightning zebra nearly yelled, "It brings bad fortune."

Despite the danger, we entered the jungle. It was surprisingly dark even though the sun was high in the sky. Vines wrapped around the trees like huge ropes. There was barely any sound and the smell in the air was unsettling. The ten zebras behind were keeping their eyes and ears open for trouble. Jameer and I were ready to draw our swords at the first sign of danger. As we walked, the plants seemed to move and watch us.

"What kind of zebras would want to stay in such a place?" asked Jameer, breaking the silence.

The question woke memories long buried, memories of war and darkness. My voice became sad as I answered, feeling that Jameer needed to know.

"The kind that are cursed," my words were cold and troubled, "Long ago, The Punda Mwezi led a great rebellion against the empire. Zebra fought zebra, and the land burned. Even though they were outnumbered, the Punda Mwezi had one weapon that made them almost unstoppable."

"What weapon?" Jameer asked, I could tell he was scared.

"Black sorcery," my answer felt disgusting in my throat, "They were known to be powerful practitioners of blood magic and necromancy."

Jameer looked sick, "But, that's so...."

"Evil," I finished for him.

He nodded.

Zecora, who had been very quiet, spoke next, "They were corrupted by wicked spirits, who filled their hearts with darkness."

The jungle began to grow dark, night was falling and we needed to stop. On one side of the road, we found a spot to make camp. Zecora and Jameer sat talking while I made dinner; watching them it was easy to see that their bond was growing. It was good to see Jameer connecting with Zecora; he had not been with anypony since Clearwing had passed away. When the cooking was done, the two came over and we ate.

Before going to sleep, Zecora asked me how I knew about the Punda Mwezi rebellion. After all, it was a point in history that the zebras tried very hard to erase. There was no point in hiding the truth, Zecora had already proven herself. Taking a deep breath, I told both of them.

"I was there during the rebellion."

Zecora was completely shocked, "But, that was 100 years ago."

I nodded.

Jameer knew the truth of my origin, so he explained it to her. I had told him after he saved my life, now Zecora knew who I really was. Telling them about the entire war would have taken too long, so I told them only about the final battle. How the emperor at that time formed an alliance with Equestria and the lions to finally put down the rebels. After 3 hours of bloodshed, we had captured the remaining Punda Mwezi. For their sins, they were all banished beyond the borders of the empire, never to return.

Later, with the fire tribe keeping watch, the three of us laid down to sleep.

Chapter 6: The folly of gold

*Jameer*

Early the next morning, we woke up and to our shock; the zebras of the fire tribe were gone. Angered, Sunblade paced back and forth, looking for any trace of where they went. Zecora was meditating up against a tree, she was as still as a statue. Finally, she opened her eyes and got up.

"According to the wind," she said, "They left a few hours after we fell asleep."

Sunblade stopped pacing, "If I had to guess, it would seem like they were sent to find the treasure and secure it."

"Secure it for who?" I asked.

"The emperor," answered Sunblade, "Only he can give orders to them."

"But, why? I thought he couldn't interfere."

Zecora spoke this time, "He can't openly interfere, however, if he claims the riches first, then by the rule of law, no other tribe or outside force can touch it."

"Makes sense, but won't the other zebra leaders raise a fuss?"

"It's likely some are in on the scheme, or he intends to just act without their permission." Said Sunblade with an upset voice.

"Can he really do that?"

"Technically no," Zecora said coming closer, "But, it won't matter if the fire tribe claims it in the emperor's name."

"But, why act against his own people?"

"Easy, it's a power play." Sunblade said, a little calmer.

Zecora nodded, "The emperor has been losing more and more power. It won't be long until all of his authority is taken away."

"So, how does the treasure help him?"

Both of them thought deeply for a few moments, then Zecora said, "He can use some of it for bribes, many of the Sun tribe are in debt due to their excess spending."

Sunblade nodded and spoke, "Then, he could use the rest to reinforce the capital's defenses. After that, he need only eliminate his rivals."

"The shamans and the other tribal leaders." I said uneasily.

They both nodded, it made perfect sense. He was going to fill the council with zebras only loyal to him and any zebra that could have stopped him would be gone. Sudden suspicion entered my thoughts, and I voiced them out loud.

"Do you think Umbara and the Sea Lord knew and that's why they helped us?"

They both looked thoughtful for a few moments, then Sunblade said, "It's very likely," he looked as if pieces of a puzzle were being put together, "For they could not move openly against the emperor."

"Why not?" I asked, confused.

"Because it would just have been their word against his," Zecora put in, "And that could have led to violence."

"However," Sunblade started, "The emperor's plan has not been perfect, many blocks have appeared."

"Like what?" I asked.

"First off, the treasure is not in the empire's borders, so anyone can claim it. Second, the shamans have spoken out against it. Many zebras who still heed their words will not act without their blessing. Finally, outside forces have turned their attention to it."

Zecora nodded, "The more gold these outsiders take, the less there is for the emperor's plan."

I began to fit pieces together too, "So, the lions are on the move to stop others from getting to the mountains and the hyenas must think the zebras already have it."

Sunblade nodded, "That explains their actions, the lions have no interest in gold, but King Leonidas does not want treasure hunters or zebras troops moving through his land. And, the hyenas want the treasure, but they would not risk themselves; so they are attacking caravans hoping to find it."

"Wait, if the fire tribe is after the gold," I said troubled, "Why not deal with us?"

Zecora gave us the reason, "Their honor would not allow them to hurt me, and they could not act without knowing for sure what we were doing. So, their only choice was to leave us at the first chance."

We all stood silent for a long minute, then Sunblade's horn glowed and he released a spell. Hoof prints appeared glowing red from the magic. Sunblade smiled in triumph, "Never underestimate a ranger, not only have they revealed their true purpose, but they have also shown us the way. Now, we have a new mission, to get the helmet and prevent war in Zebrica. Our friends were right, destroying the treasure will end all this folly. Come! We are behind and we need to hurry."

Sunblade cast a speed spell on us and we ran.

*To be continued...*