She shot her eyes open.

In her bedroom, lying on her bed, the princess remained still for some minutes, watching everything around her, not quite awake yet even though, ironically, she waked up really fast.

After the mentioned time period ended she slowly rose up from her bed and, without tending to it which was still a mess, walked to her balcony.

Once there, a yawn erupted from within her as she used her magic to rise the sun and lower the moon. In both tasks she had to use an immense amount of magic and precision to move them at the right speeds but the latter required way more. Only with time (not much) she learned to properly relocate Luna´s momentary home. She did so the same way mothers learn how to raise their children: instinctively.

Meanwhile:

As the first rays of morning got through Policy´s window and landed on the bed he was sleeping at, he, as opposed to Celestia, slowly opened his eyes.

He remained on the bed a significantly less amount of time than her as well, his sleep being much better than what he could have imagined possible to the pony brain. The reason behind it was pretty simple.

The night before, when the alicorn interrupted the reading and comprehension he was performing of the papers she herself had given him, she wanted to talk to him about what he refused to tell her earlier in the train. It proved to be worth telling her about his feelings of everything he saw and felt inside, for her reply was a new source of light to him. It got away a burden and did a great job helping him to have more confidence. Plus, working wonders in his last sleep.

After doing the ordinary morning routine (breakfast, which was brought to him by a mare, washing his mouth, you get me) as usual to him, he looked at a clock in the wall, packed his papers in a suitcase (Which was also his cutie mark), dressed up and walked out of that spectacular bedroom. Such action proved to be very hard to him, saying goodbye as well before doing so.

He headed to the same place from which he arrived at the castle the previous day, the west castle courtyard.

Once he arrived his eyes met the sight of another golden carriage, waiting for him as agreed (The papers already mentioned several times had all the instructions he needed, being the transport one of them).

A déjà vu feeling came to him after getting inside of the golden vehicle and finding himself once again looking at the city from the sky not much longer after the travel began. He couldn’t help it, he really loved to see the city from above.

They didn’t stop in Canterlot this time though, instead, the guards kept flying until they reached the small town of Ponyville. Which was, even back then, next to the Everfree forest. The only difference was that the great gathering of branches, wood and dark green leaves was bigger and that the concentration of worked wood, glass and nails which were structured into houses and other businesses was smaller.

There, two more guards were attached to the vehicle and a pegasus, of greenish-cyan fur and yellow mane and tail, sat next to the diplomat.

"Hi there." Greeted Poll. "You are Lightning Dust right?"

"I am. I’m your bodyguard for the next days to come, until the congress is over." Cold and somewhat uninterested was her tone as she spoke, something that picked the orange stallion´s curiosity.

"Huh? She is not happy to be here. As far as I knew guards couldn’t even move if it wasn’t an order. If she is acting like that she must be either really bored or simply doesn't care about her superiors."

"You seem unwilling to do this job, may I know why?"

"It’s just that this mission is going to be soooo boring. Celestia suddenly cares too much about everypony for no apparent reason. She sent me, an elite, top of the top, trained to fight threats that could potentially risk Equestria´s safety, to escort a politician to a congress? Yeah sure, like if there was going to be any kind of threat there. Kill you would mean war and no leader wants that, it’s just stupid."

He just stared at her rant, realizing how wrong she was and what Celestia meant.

The day before:

From inside of the bathroom door of the place Policy had stayed in for the night, he walked out, a towel on his back. It was blue as well, its length was equal to the length of his body.

The chair in front of the drawer was occupied by him as he tossed the towel to the bed, ready to check the documents that the Alicorn had given him, which were on top of it, the moonlight on them as well.

"Aah, I always love a good bath. Now to read these."

Instructions:

Greetings, Policy. In this letter or document or whichever you prefer to refer as, I, Celestia, will explain everything you have to do so that my plans for this meeting stop being plans and become reality.

The first thing you must do is head to the west castle courtyard (where we landed) at then o´ clock. Once there, a carriage with soldiers ready to move out will be waiting, get inside. It will transport you to the Equestrian embassy in the Dragon Lands, not before stopping in Ponyville. There, a member of the S.E.U.P, Lightning Dust, will be waiting, alongside two more guards who will also pull the vehicle. The trip should be quiet.

When you arrive at the embassy there will be a brown dragon, do not worry about her, she is my infiltrated there. If you see a dragon who is not her tell Dust that she has permission to kill whoever dragon is there but only after questioning it about “Unseen Clash´s” location. If such event happens contact me via telepathic pony immediately.

If everything goes as planned, then the only thing left would be for you to use your “diplomatic magic” to unite all nations against the bandits. Accept all proposals under our budget but always try to lessen their costs as much as possible, and remember:

-We don’t want weapons.

-We don’t want land

-And we don’t want war.

Apparently, there was a chance for that infiltrated Dragon to be kidnapped or something. That’s why that pegasus was with him, that and, in case Bloodscales won, to protect him.

In the Dragon Lands the day before:

The vast red land had feet of every colour, blue, red, yellow and more in a single location, all there to honor the beloved king who had died that same day. From the sky it looked like a disorganized rainbow, a bunch of sweets, but up close it could make tears form in the eyes of any sentient creature. No one cried and yet, their faces showed indescribable pain, as if their whole species had been slaughtered without mercy in front of them.

Every creature was on their knees, all eyes facing the ground, all tails around their feet, showing their respect towards that particular green dragon who was admired as a father and loved as a mother. An enormous circle was formed around the deceased, in the center, Whitefire stood next to his father’s body, which had been placed on top of an anvil-like shaped stone, his hand placed on the now almost-white arm, his face even worse than the others. It was covered in sorrow but also in love; love unlike any he had ever felt.

The death of his father made him realize how beautiful everything was, the simplicity of life, "You are born, you die, so you better enjoy every goddamn second in between." He thought. The death of his father made the white dragon find joy and love in the most insignificant of things: love towards every living thing, love towards the mountains, the sky, the wind, the clouds, love and joy towards being alive.

He looked around to the mass concentration of his people, not separating his claws from the corpse. He was sure that his feelings were unique, that nobody could feel the same he was feeling. Then he turned his vision once more, admiring the lifeless face.

Something inside him made him promise that he would accomplish everything that the creature who had raised him with care and love ever wanted, his soul somehow demanded it.

He finally stepped back from the source of all his new feelings alien to him, held his breath, and created a wall of flame, three times his size.

The fire was some kind of unnatural red, to which the dead and defenseless bodies of the dragons were susceptible and got incinerated pretty easily. The smoke that emanated from it was a weird greyish white, the reasons behind it were the fire on itself which was already strange, and the calcium from the bones of Flamepath.

Once the body was cremated completely, every thought the prince had had returned, even stronger than before. Finally, a single tear ran its course through his cheek, and afterwards, his neck, not bothering to wipe it as his mind had left his body.

"I will ensure that your legacy continues forward. I will fight until I can’t breathe any longer, and I won’t die, because I just discovered how glorious life is and I can’t leave it so soon. I only have one option, to win."

Only after he found such determination his mind shifted to reality and he wiped his tear. He looked at the dusk with his red eyes still watery. Those eyes held many emotions: sadness, love, determination and, most importantly, defiance to the world, daring it to send storms his way. He felt invincible, he felt as if the gods had given him a task…

He felt happy.

Author's Note

Here's hoping I didn't screw up in this chapter. XD

Anyway, also hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.