Swift Light woke up and glanced around, half expecting to find that she was ambushed in her sleep. Only for no one to be present, or at least, no one unexpected as Viciz was slumbering quietly nearby. The changeling was sprawled out in a manner that would have been entirely uncomfortable if she had been a pony. A leg twisted under another then over her head, tail between her teeth, she looked like she had been twisted into a knot.

“I’ll never understand changelings,” Swift Light muttered to herself.

Sitting up, Swift Light pulled the blankets off her lower half and was about to get up when her paw grabbed her attention. Flexing the newly altered appendage, she extended her claws and stretched until she was at her limit. After a moment of enjoying the pleasant sensation, Swift Light put her leg down and rose to a stand.

After retrieving her gear, and applying a bit of illusion magic to cover up her changes, the mare walked over to the window, drawing aside the curtain. The morning sun was harsh but pleasant, and Swift Light basked in its warmth, her thoughts going to the princess she cared so deeply for. Pushing aside her infatuation for the moment, Swift Light glanced down at the distant earth, making note that a small town was quickly approaching them.

Built around a long, narrow oasis, it didn't have many buildings though there was a large market present. A trading hub, Swift Light realized, this town probably had few permanent inhabitants, but many who passed through the area. That included airships like the one she was now riding, as sky mooring was plentiful and mostly unused.

“Huh that's not where I thought we’d be going,” Swift Light murmured to herself.

“Not where what now?” Murmured a bleary voice.

Swift Light glanced over to find that her traveling companion had begun to wake, the changeling slowly untangling herself.

“There's a town coming up,” Swift Light answered, turning back to the port hole. “Oasis by the looks of it. A trading hub, and a busy one too.”

“Rock Lake, probably,” Viciz murmured. “Edge of Equestria. They do a lot of spice trading, mostly for grain and crystal.”

“Hmm,” Swift Light murmured. “Still, it's not where we should be.”

“Why not ask the captain?” Viciz prompted.

“Right. Wait here,” Swift Light ordered.

“Sure sure,” Viciz murmured, her horn coming alight and dismissing all the locking spells she had placed on the door. “There you go.”

“Thank you,” Swift Light declared.

The guard was about to leave when she heard Viciz sniff the air.

“Why does it smell like shame and unrequited love in here?” Viciz muttered.

Hastily trotting into the hall with a blush on her face, Swift Light passed a few of the crew. Those she saw gave her a wide berth, visibly flinching whenever Swift Light looked their way. That changed when she reached the deck.

Here it seemed as though the more veteran of the ship operators were stationed, ferrying materials and readying themselves for docking. Though Swift Light knew she could get the answers she sought from any random passerby, she sought out the captain. Sure enough, the minotaur she was looking for waited near the prow of the flying ship, her eyes down on the town.

“I noticed we have begun to slow,” Swift Light offered, stepping up next to the large biped.

“Yes we are need of provisions and you were so quick to head to bed that I did not have the time to notify you of this,” the minotaur replied cooly without turning around.

“I was rather exhausted,” Swift Light admitted.

“That and this the only outpost for five hundred miles that is large enough to take your captives,” the captain stated.

“Hmmm, I hadn't given them much thought,” Swift Light murmured.

“Well, don't you worry. I’ll have the ship restocked, in only a few short hours. More than enough time for you to turn in any bounties and hand over any criminals,” the minotaur dismissed, waving a hand.

“Excellent thinking. I should return to you in ample time,” Swift Light stated.

“See to it that you do because I still have a schedule to keep and this detour is gonna cost us,” the minotaur replied. “If you ain't back by evening, I’ll be heading off without you.”

“That won't be necessary. I have no other business in town. Thank you, captain,” Swift Light exclaimed.

The minotaur nodded and went back to observing the distant town, her brow furrowed with an uncharacteristic amount of nervousness. Swift Light saw this, and though she didn't appear bothered, she feared another knife in the dark. Returning to her quarters she found that Viciz had gathered her things and was sitting somewhat impatiently on the bed.

“Oh good your back,” Viciz offered, rising from her seat. “All this nervous energy is really starting to bug me.”

“Hmm, puns,” Swift Light murmured.

“I… oh whoops,” Viciz muttered to herself.

“Yeah it seems like the crew is a bit on edge, and I don't want to stick around to find out why,” Swift Light stated. “We’ll be departing soon, and the moment we offload the bounties, I’ll find another airship to take us the rest of the way.”

“Are you sure that's wise? I know they are nervous but this could just be a rough town,” Viciz pointed out.

“Still. It's a smart idea to move frequently. The enemy has likely begun searching for me and this will help throw them off my scent, at least until I am able to return the artifact,” Swift Light explained.

“Oh right,” Viciz whispered.

“Let's go. Stay with me. I don't want you getting kidnapped or something.” Swift Light declared.

“Okay,” Viciz agreed.

Swift Light nodded and headed back out once more. The second she stepped outside, she realized someone had either read her mind or simply had the same idea. For the prisoners she had taken were being herded to the deck, crewmates marching them at a crisp pace.

“Don't make me knock those teeth out,” hissed a bitter griffin after nearly getting a finger bitten off.

“They’re not giving you too much trouble, are they?” Swift Light asked, raising her voice slightly to be heard over the clatter of movement in such a cramped environment.

“N-no,” the griffin muttered. “Move along prisoner.”

Swift Light watched as the now gagged, and chained pony was lead up to the top deck. Right behind them was Swift Light and Viciz, the changeling remaining almost uncomfortably close.

“How does my disguise look?” Viciz whispered.

“You look fine,” Swift Ligth replied without glancing back. “Don't be nervous, I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“R-right,” Viciz whispered.

Striding ahead, Swift Light reached the top deck just in time to see that her prisoners had been assembled.

“Is this all of them?” Swift Light asked a nearby crewmate.

“Yeah. It seems like that one fella didn't make it,” replied the young zebra with a shrug.

Swift Light frowned, and couldn't help but feel a little bad for the loss despite the effort she had put into saving his life.

“It's okay,” Viciz whispered, nuzzling the underside of Swift Light’s muzzle.

“Just sucks,” Swift Light murmured.

The pair remained quiet as they docked, one watching the remaining prisoners while the other observed their companion. Swift Light found the concern endearing yet frustrating, the mare having already gotten used to working alone. Still, she kept those feelings inside, not wanting to bother the changeling, who already no doubt knew about the motions she experienced.

“Drop the tow ropes!” Shouted the captain suddenly. “Light reverse until we’re anchored we got a southern wind today!”

The great airship rocked slightly as its engines struggled to push against the wind while the crew dropped a dozen lines off the deck. Down below, they were being grabbed by attendants operating the anchor point, the two sets of crews working together without a word being spoken. Though the deck was abuzz with activity, and there was much to observe, Swift Light kept her gaze fixed on the prisoners she had taken.

“You are going to be tempted to run,” Swift Light began. “You are going to be tempted to resist. I urge you to do neither of these things.”

“Why wouldn't we?” Spat one of the individuals not currently muzzled.

“For one I will not be gentle when I recapture you. Secondly, I’ll be handing you over to Equestria,” Swift Light answered. “They handle prisoners well, while I don't even know what they would do to you out here.”

“Slavery probably. Or lopping off a limb, usually the right foreleg. They don't have the infrastructure to imprison more than a dozen people at a time,” Viciz remarked.

“Exactly,” Swift Light stated. “While Equestria will at most hit you with fines and a bit of jail time so think long and hard on your next choices.”

A moment later a pair of balloons floated into view next to the airship, stopping a few meters above deck level. With them came a simple flat expanse of wood held up with numerous ropes and pulleys. The crew topside hastily pulled the impromptu elevator in close, hooking it to the edge of the deck with a couple of well placed ropes.

“Go ahead,” offered the minotaur captain. “Passengers first.”

Swift Light nodded slowly, ushering her prisoners, and Viciz onto the lift.

The small group were able to fit well within the boundary of the lift, though Swift Light maintained a close eye even still.

“Enjoy your stay in the oasis,” exclaimed the minotaur.

Swift Light merely gave the other female a nod before the ropes were unhooked and someone tugged at the line leading back to the ground. A moment later they were being pulled back to earth, the balloons deflating slightly, allowing them to slowly descend. Throughout this time, Swift Light switched her gaze from one prisoner to the next and finding that the fight had left them.

After a few short minutes, they were down, and a ground crew hooked the impromptu elevator into place. A ramp led to the right, while stairs were present on the left, and various boxes and crates were piled all around the area. Zebras and ponies moved about these supplies, though there were a few griffins and even a minotaur in their ranks.

“Did you see an outpost on the way down?” Swift Light whispered.

“I did, it's just over there,” Viciz replied, pointing to the right.

“Right,” Swift Light murmured, pausing to clear her throat. “You will form into a line no more than two wide. From there you will follow my associate while I remain at the back to ensure you stay on your best behavior.”

Swift Light let the order sink in and for everyone to get into position.

“Company, march!” Swift Light shouted, stomping her hoof.

The group began to move, with a nervous Viciz taking the lead down the ramp, forcing the rest to trot a little faster lest they get left behind. Their pace was far from parade level perfect, but they kept their eyes forward and no one fell behind so it was passable. Swift Light was half tempted to snap off remarks about their imperfect form and poor cohesion like her old drill instructor but resisted that urge, the mare reminding herself that she was still on a mission.

It did feel nice to order people around though, Swift Light admitted to herself.

With Viciz at the front and their cadre of prisoners working as ordered, Swift Light had little to do. Save for observing her surroundings, and making a few mental notes about the town she now found herself in.

It was small, with only a narrow strip even hospitable as beyond that there was a sea of sand dunes as far as the eye could see. There was likely very little structural support for homes or other structures as what few were present were all three or even four stories tall. Long staircases or ladders bridged these upper floors and the streets below, creating a tangled web of stone and wood.

The people she saw were a mix of withdrawn, and excitable. Street merchants eager to hock their wares intermingled with the crowd, drawing the eye to a piece of jewelry, or artifact of questionable authenticity. The only of these individuals that really grabbed Swift Light’s attention were those selling freshly made food.

The scent of exotic spices, freshly made food, and foreign fruit made her nose twitch and her mouth salivate. She could also detect the scent of cooking meat wafting on the breeze, a smell which usually would evoke disgust but now only made the mare lick her lips. Pushing aside such petty concerns for the moment, Swift Light focused herself on the task of simply getting to her destination.

If she had time to partake in some local cuisine later, she would, but for now that wasn't an option.

The Equestrian outpost was small, little more than a two-room structure with a large flag hanging out front. As they approached it, an excited, somewhat nervous-looking young stallion appeared in the doorway. He wore the ceremonial barding of his station but no more, likely due to the bright sun that bore down on them even then.

“Good, good you’re here! Come inside!” He shouted, pulling aside the simple cloth doorway and gesturing indoors.

Viciz glanced back at Swift Light expectantly, to which the guard nodded, urging her companion to enter.

Inside, Swift Light watched as the scrawny male had already crammed the prisoners in a now somewhat packed jail cell. With a clang, the door slammed shut, and the male turned back around, a grin on his face.

“That's more then they said was coming. Give me a minute to locate some additional bits,” he offered, seating himself at a weather-beaten desk and digging through the various drawers.

“Who said we were coming?” Swift Light asked.

“Just a sec, gotta focus here,” murmured the outpost attendant.

Swift Light bit her tongue and stood in silence, watching as the male found a bag of money in a bottom drawer. After counting out several of the gold coins, he dropped the larger sack back into his desk before producing a smaller one from another compartment. Pulling open the top, he dropped the newly counted coins with the others and offered the entire sum to Swift Light.

“There you are, ma’am. That should be all of them,” he exclaimed.

Swift Light took the bag and gave it a brief measure of weight before dropping it into her saddle bags.

“Now can you explain why we were expected?” Swift Light half demanded half requested.

“I could, but you really should take this. They said it would explain everything,” he replied, offering Swift Light a small cardboard box bearing Celestia’s symbol at its top. “You can open it in my room, just don't go rummaging around in there, okay?”

“Fine,” Swift Light muttered bitterly, her mood souring by the second.

“Oh and the name’s Bitter Springs by the way,” he offered.

Swift Light gestured towards the back of the small outpost, where a wooden door waited for them. Viciz fell in behind her companion, the changeling more nervous and less aggravated by the sudden and unexpected turn of events. Together they entered the attached domicile and noted that it was rather cramped, home to a dresser, a bed, and a chest with a lock.

“What a weird place,” Viciz remarked, falling to the bed and causing a layer of sand to fly into the air. “He really should put more effort into keeping this place clean. Sand has a habit of getting everywhere.”

“Hmmm,” Swift Light muttered, too focused on the box to care about what Viciz was saying.

A tug removed the seal at the top of the container, and a small rip was all it took for Swift Light to peer inside. Where a note and a small golden orb sat in the center, several bits of packing keeping it secure in the middle of the container.

“Ooh shiny,” Viciz whispered.

“A recording stone. This must be important,” Swift Light muttered.

Picking up the enchanted bit of crystal, Swift Light lit her horn, only to stop and glance to Viciz.

“Would you mind sealing the room for me?” Swift Light asked.

“Oh, uh sure,” Viciz replied, the changeling doing just that.

“Right. Where was I?” Swift Light murmured.

Lighting her horn once more, Swift Light activated the enchanted crystal, causing the entire thing to start glowing. The sphere flashed a brilliant gold before levitating into the air, floating until it was nearly head height to Swift Light. There it pulsed a second time, causing a floating solid gold display of Celestia’s head and upper body to appear.

“If you have received this, my auguries have proven correct and you are currently in Rock Lake,” stated Celestia, her voice as clear as the crystal it sprung from.

“Oh wow I’ve only ever seen magic like this once before,” Viciz murmured.

Swift Light smiled, a small hint of pride worming its way into her chest as she gazed up at the image of her crush.

“It also means that things are becoming more complicated,” Celestia continued. “As time passes, the lines of fate increasingly blur, making my future sight less and less reliable. For now, however, I am able to foresee this much with absolute certainty.”

The floating Celestia leaned in, her voice lowering.

“Someone has been attempting to steal the artifacts you’ve secured by attacking our supply lines,” Celestia added. “Which is why I need you to secure alternate delivery accommodations, and no you cannot deliver it yourself. You must continue your mission, time is of the essence.”

“Damn,” Swift Light muttered.

“Give the item to someone you trust, and instruct them to return to Canterlot. It is paramount that you don't use any kind of courier service or the like as I’m receiving reports that break ins at such facilities,” Celestia declared.

“Furthermore, things have changed and your next target has been moved to the town of Sift, at the edge of the Bleakmire jungle,” Celestia stated.

“Nasty place,” Viciz murmured.

“Worry not, my faithful guard. For I have secured alternate transport for you and any companions you may have picked up along the way,” Celestia explained, a smile springing to her illusionary face. “Though I cannot ensure the loyalty of the captain, its crew, or even the pony you will be working with I trust that you will be able to manage.”

“You can count on me,” Swift Light whispered.

“You know it's an illusion right?” Viciz teased, prodding her companion in the side.

Swift Light rolled her eyes.

“Seek out the Dawnbringer, there you will find a curious individual by the name of Bloodhound Whiskey, they shall be your guide,” Celestia continued. “And remember to be wary of those you may think trustworthy. This cabal of sorts has more resources than I initially thought possible and it will take some time to finally locate its true head.”

“Good luck, Swift Light,” Celestia added, her smile widening before vanishing in a flash along with the rest of her illusionary form.

“That was… a lot,” Swift Light murmured, her shoulders falling slack.

“You want me to return the artifact while you continue on, don't you?” Viciz whispered.

“I do,” Swift Light replied, turning to her traveling companion. “You’re the only one I can trust with this. If I had the time I would love nothing more than to return to Canterlot, but well you heard what Celestia said.”

“I suppose it's not the worst change of plans ever,” Viciz murmured. “Though I had hoped to see a bit of the jungle before returning to Equestria.”

“If I survive this little adventure I’ll take you wherever you wanna go,” Swift Light proclaimed.

“That's sweet of you. Thanks, Swift Light,” Viciz replied.

“So you’ll do it then? Take the artifact back to Canterlot?” Swift Light pressed.

“I will, though I’ll need some bits for supplies and whatnot,” Viciz offered.

Swift Light pulled out the bag she had just received and opened it up. “Take whatever you think you’ll need,” Swift Light declared.

Viciz picked out a few coins and was about to recoil only for Swift Light to press a few more bits into the other creature’s hoof.

“You’ll need more than that,” Swift Light explained.

“Thank you,” Viciz murmured. “So do I send you a letter after this or?”

“Just stop by the castle, I’ll either be there, or they’ll know where I’m buried,” Swift Light replied, retrieving her latest artifact and handing it over to a nervous but receptive Viciz.

“Alright then I guess this is it,” Viciz murmured.

Swift Light reached forward and pulled the other creature in for a tight, warm hug.

“Stay safe out there Viciz,” Swift Light whispered.

“You too. Try not to fall into any more traps okay?” Viciz whispered back.

“I won't,” Swift Light declared.

The embrace lasted for a few more seconds before the pair reluctantly parted, with Swift Light being the first to pull away.

“We really need to get moving,” Swift Light murmured.

“I suppose,” Viciz admitted. “See you soon Swift Light.”

“See you Viciz,” Swift Light replied, standing still as Viciz dismissed the sealing enchantment and left.

Swift Light remained there for a moment longer before stuffing the now grey and lifeless crystal into a bag. With that, she gave her equipment one last once over before setting out as well, trotting confidently back into the outpost. There she found that her prisoners had been mostly dealt with and the young stallion operating as liaison was waiting for her expectantly.

“I assume you are heading out right away?” He pressed.

“I am,” Swift Light replied simply, trotting towards the exit.

“Where ya headed if you don't mind me asking?” The stallion continued.

“You don't need to know that information,” Swift Light stated before leaving him and the outpost behind.

Swift Light didn't enjoy being so brusque with the male, but with the loyalty of everyone now in question, she wasn't about to take any chances. With that in mind, she used her steadily growing knowledge of illusion magic to dull her appearance, turning her fur grey and her features less distinct. It wasn't a good replacement for a cloak or something more concealing but she seemed to have the worst luck when it came to clothing.

Weaving her way through the crowd, Swift Light made her way to a higher point and surveyed the area. Her gaze fell immediately on the airship docks, her abnormally keen eyes studying the hulls for any sign of the Dawnbreaker.

“They really aren't the most creative when it comes to these names,” Swift Light muttered to herself. “Moon Treader, Sand Crawler, Grace of Anne, ahh here we are. The Dawnbreaker.”

Thankfully the airship in question was docked away from the one she had used to get here. Swift Light really didn't want to have to have any awkward conversations about her skipping out unexpectedly.

“Hmm, it looks fast,” Swift Light whispered. “Very narrow.”

The mare’s observations were true, with the airship bearing a striking resemblance to the schooner. Fast, light, narrow, and likely with a fairly minimal crew, it was exactly what Swift Light hoped to see. It’s long prow and small airfoil wings drove home the speed of the craft, though there were questions left unanswered.

For one, Swift Light spotted no flag or marking to indicate its country of origin. It wasn't a rule for ships to do this, but given how much security flying the colors of Equestria or her allies granted it did seem off. That didn't necessarily mean the ship was manned by pirates, or that they were up to no good though it definitely rose the possibility thereof.

It also lacked much of the ornamentation, or visual flare of the other vessels, sticking to a simple sleek design of dark, polished wood. It would have been an intimidating sight, but Swift Light saw no obvious weapons, and no port holes for any such weapons to be deployed from. Though it asked many questions and answered none, the ship was acceptable in Swift Light’s eyes and so she departed, keeping her gaze on the simple white name ‘Dawnbreaker’.

A few minutes later and she was standing at the formerly distant moorings, her gaze turning skyward, staring at the dark underbelly of the ship. A pegasus mare glided down from on high, making her appearance obvious so as to not startle Swift Light.

“Evenin’,” offered the stranger. “Is there something I can help you with, stranger?”

Swift Light looked the pony up and down, noting that she had a very plain appearance. A white mane, grey fur, gold eyes, and a cutie mark of sun peeking out between a pair of clouds. She had the appearance of a pony who could pass you by every day of your life and you’d never look her way.

“You the captain of the dawnbreaker?” Swift Light asked.

“First mate actually. The name’s Sunbeam,” declared the stranger.

Usually, such a proclamation would prompt the offer of a hoof bump or something like that but the mare kept her distance, eying Swift Light with the same suspicion that the guard did her.

“Swift Light. I was told you’d be taking me to Sift,” Swift Light replied.

“We will, provided you pass the prerequisite screening,” Sunbeam stated, her gaze narrowing.

“Shouldn't be a problem,” Swift Light countered. “I’m more concerned about the lack of transport. I am not as blessed as you when it comes to the wing department.”

“Not a problem,” Sunbeam declared.

A moment later a long rope ladder fell from on high, landing mere inches from Swift Light’s face.

“I’ll see you on board,” Sunbeam offered before taking wing and leaving Swift Light behind.

The guard sighed, and checked her bags, making sure they were ready before ascending up the ladder. Keeping her gaze upward, she tried to ignore the vertigo that always hit her whenever she got more than a few feet off the ground.

“Hopefully I’ll get wings next,” Swift Light muttered to herself.

Ascending to the very top, Swift Light scrambled to find some manner of place to grab. Only for someone strong to grip her foreleg and pull her up without so much as a warning. Before Swift Light knew it she was standing before a tall pegasus mare on the deck of the airship.

“You are our V.I.P., a one miss Swift Light, yes?” Asked the towering, sharp-eyed female.

“I am, yes,” Swift Light replied, gathering herself quickly.

“Excellent. Stand still,” ordered the pegasus.

Swift Light complied, standing perfectly stock straight while the pegasus pulled a wand out of a pocket and began to concentrate. After a moment to discern that no offensive magic was being cast, Swift Light inspected the mare across from her.

Tall, with long graceful legs, and large wings, she had deep-set eyes, a dark purple mane and tail, and grey fur. Covering her shoulders and upper torso was a black leather jacket with a white, fluffy triangular collar. She was imposing, and with a no-nonsense aura that reminded Swift Light of an old drill instructor from her past.

“She’s clean,” Ink Blot remarked, slipping the wand back into a pocket. “Your cabin is next to mine at the back.”

Swift Light followed the captain’s hoof to the small raised section at the back of the airship. There the captain's quarters, as well as a smaller VIP quarters could be seen, the latter of which was slightly offset to the starboard side of the ship.

“Is that where I’ll find an individual by the name of Bloodhound?” Swift Light replied.

“Yes. You are sharing the suite as it is the only other available room,” Ink Blot replied. “Now if you’ll excuse me. I have a ship to command.”

The pegasus departed before Swift Light had a chance to even open her mouth, leaving the guard slightly annoyed. Still, her questions had mostly been answered, so annoyed or not, Swift Light made her way to her quarters, stopping briefly to undo most of her illusions. She didn't require such things at this point.

Pushing her way inside, Swift Light looked around to find that she was not alone. Just as the captain had mentioned, a pony was waiting for Swift Light in her quarters. The mare looked to be an earth pony, her long curly mess of red hair spilling over her shoulders. The pony had light green fur, and teal eyes mostly hidden behind a pair of wide-rimmed gold glasses.

“I don't need any… oh my,” Bloodhound murmured, hastily rising from her desk. “S-sorry ma’am. I thought it was s-someone else.”

“At ease. I am not your commanding officer,” Swift Light retorted, trotting over to one of two beds and sitting down. “Merely the pony you’ll be guiding during this leg of my mission.”

“Oh uh right. My name’s Bloodhound Whiskey, but most folk just call me Houndsy,” Bloodhound declared somewhat nervously.

“Daughter of Fireball Whiskey?” Swift Light inquired.

“Err yeah,” Bloodhound murmured, shrinking inward. “S-sorry about that by the way.”

“Hmmm, it's fine. Sins of our mothers and all that,” Swift Light dismissed, laying back on the bed. “Nice place.”

“Err yes it is quite intriguing isn't it?” Bloodhound murmured. “It is an old Equestrian design but not one that has been actively produced in over a century.”

“Very neat. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Swift Light began. “I’m going to meditate for a while and clear my head.”

“Oh uh yeah sure. I’ll make sure to be really quiet,” Bloodhound muttered.

“See to it that you do,” Swift Light declared before falling back and letting her head hit the pillow. “Because for some reason, I got a killer headache.”

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