Legends of Magic

Chapters

Chapter Two - Seek the Strong, Hunt the Healer
Chapter Three - Favor the Brave
Chapter Four - Hold Onto Hope
Chapter Six - The Sorceror's Failings
Chapter Seven - Legacy of Light
Chapter Eight - Legacy of Darkness
Epilogue - Shadow Gambit
Chapter One - The Vision of the Scholar
Chapter Five - Beauty in Truth

Chapter Two - Seek the Strong, Hunt the Healer

Stygian had expected to take weeks, perhaps even months to reach his first destination. He wasn’t looking forward to that journey, but if he was going to save his village, he was going to have to brave it, and hope that the stars were in his favor.

The stars, however, appeared to not be in his favor. Barely an hour away from his village, a dark shadow swooped over him. Stygian paused and looked up. The good news was that this wasn’t Basso Profundo. The bad news, however, was that this was a different creature, and one dangerous for other reasons. This was a dragon, with a wide snout and scales of varying shades of green, with a pouch slung about his neck. The dragon landed before him, deep blue eyes locked upon his own, and spoke.

Stygian swiftly dug the beeswax from his ears. “I’m sorry sir, I was trying to block out the sound of a creature in my village! It’s hypnotic singing…!”

The dragon raised a claw. “You needn’t say any more, little pony. I caught some of that terrible singing, then saw you heading away from it. Naturally, I was curious.” He lowered his claw and tilted his head. “I take it you’ve gone to seek help.”

Stygian nodded. “Would you, by chance, be able to provide aid? I know it is much to ask, and I cannot offer much in return…”

The dragon shook his head. “I fear that I’d do more damage to your village than the original problem, little pony. But perhaps I can help you on your way.” At the scholar’s surprised expression, the dragon smiled, “A pony once helped me. You aren’t that pony, but you remind me of them.” He then shifted about and laid out flat. “Climb aboard, and give me a direction.”

Stygian did as he was told. “The northeastern coast of Equestria. I seek a volcanic island in that area.”

The dragon laughed. “Can’t be too many of them that far north! What do I call you, pony?”

“Stygian!”

“Knuckerbocker!” The dragon spread his wings and called, “Now hold fast!”

As frightening as the experience was, Stygian had to admit that it was an easier transit than going by hoof. Knuckerbocker himself was a swift flyer, so swift that it felt as though they were outpacing the very sun. This was likely an illusion, he thought to himself, and something for him to eventually research. But that was for another time.

Nonetheless, their transit was rapid, and Stygian soon caught sight of their destination in the distance. Far off on an island was a volcano, and nestled along the coast was a village. They were still too far away to see any ponies milling about, but the scholar knew that this was where he needed to go.

“I think they might be a little wary at the sight of a dragon!” Knuckerbocker slowed as the island approached. “I’ll set you down a small distance away, and let you go the rest on hoof!” He then went into a gentle dive before he made a perfect landing. “I wish you good fortune, Stygian, and I hope that we meet again one day.”

“Indeed Knuckerbocker, thank you.” Stygian disembarked and then waved the dragon on his way, then trotted off to the village. As he reached it, however, he caught sight of many an earth pony rushing about in a panic. Stygian hoped that he wasn’t the cause – unification hadn’t been all that long ago, however, and there was likely some lingering unease between the various tribes. His having arrived on a dragon likely wouldn’t put them at ease either. “I’m sorry if I’ve frightened anyone! I mean no harm! Is this the home of the… AHHH!”

In all his haste, Stygian had neglected to notice the freshly-dug trench in his path. He fell into it, and found himself in a daze at its bottom. He barely came out of it before a gentle laugh reached his ears.

“Now forgive me if I sound harsh, laddie, but I dinnae think you should be down there.” Stygian looked up to see a mountain of a stallion standing over him, what looked like a shovel held in the crook of one hoof. “Let’s see if we can get you out.”

The revelations in Neigh Orleans had left Twilight Sparkle an excited mess. This wasn’t the anxiety and nervousness that had afflicted her in the past, however, but an eager form of excitement, like a foal coming home from school eager to share their experiences of the day with their parents. Only on this occasion, it wasn’t her parents that she was eager to share things with, but her peers. Two in particular.

“I can’t believe it.” Quiver laughed. “I mean, I’m not complaining, it’s very fulfilling to be right and have it recognized, but…”

“But sooner or later, it gets a little daunting?” Sunset Shimmer grinned at the stallion’s nod. “Enjoy it while it lasts. Besides, it’s not a bad thing being right.”

Rainbow Dash smirked. “Yeah, but it’ll get a little scary if he’s right all the time.”

That prompted a laugh amongst the gathered group, with Quiver laughing the hardest of all. For ease of convenience and privacy, Twilight had gathered her immediate circle of friends and collaborators within the bridge realm to share what she had discovered.

“Seriously though, this is amazing.” Sunset turned to Twilight with an impressed look on her face. “I mean, I remember Mage Meadowbrook being brought up when I attended the School for Gifted Unicorns, and now, you’ve recovered this wealth of information about her.”

Twilight shook her head. “Princess Luna recovered the wealth. All I’m doing is sharing it with all of you.” She waved a hoof over the copies of the journals and noted, “Of course, now it’s up to us to go over this information and see if we can get anything useful out of them.” She grinned nervously and amended, “Useful in regards to the search for information related to the Tree of Harmony, I mean. Obviously, all of this is…”

“We get what ya mean, sugarcube.” Applejack took up one of the journals. “Course no guarantee we’d all be able to read these things, unless you got some fancy translation spell cast on ‘em.” At Twilight’s grin, the farmpony rolled her eyes. “Should’ve seen that comin’.”

“Saves us all trouble anyway.” Sunset took up one of the journals at random, while the rest of the gathered ponies did likewise. “Anyway, I don’t know who did what, and I don’t think it matters. We’re rewriting the history books, or at least correcting them.”

“Hey Sunset!” Heads turned back towards the portal leading to Canterlot High to discover a familiar-looking girl with blue and opal hair striding towards them. “Needed to talk to you about something, and I couldn’t get you by text. Girls said you were in here.”

“Sorry Vinyl. This place is a little weird with cell phones.” Sunset turned back to the group and explained, “Everyone, meet the human Vinyl Scratch. Vinyl, I think you recognize just about everyone here.”

“Just about, yeah.” She lowered her glasses at the lone stallion and the unfamiliar-looking unicorn mare at his side. “You two must be Quiver Quill and Sour Sweet. Sunset’s mentioned the two of you here and there.”

The stallion smiled. “I’m flattered. So what’s brought you here, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Found a new addition for Sunset’s sound system, wanted to help her get it hooked up.” The girl glanced over the books and reasoned, “This has something to do with a pony research project?”

“That’s the short version, darling.” Rarity beamed at Twilight and Fluttershy as she explained, “Thanks to a little help from Princess Luna, Twilight and Fluttershy have discovered some intriguing information regarding a figure from Equestrian legend, one Mage Meadowbrook.”

“The history books have been saying that she was an Eastern unicorn, but according to Luna and these journals, she was an earth pony.”

Vinyl let out a low whistle at Sunset’s summation. “I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around that. I mean, counterparts in a world with ponies I get, but her and Principal Celestia’s counterparts being over a millennium old? The versions we know aren’t even in their forties yet.”

“This from the proud Jewish girl who chats with a rabbi and whose best friend is a good Catholic girl.” As Vinyl knelt down beside her, Sunset elaborated, “Still, stuff like this would be like finding written historical proof of the existence of someone like King Arthur, or a diary left behind by Nefertiti.”

“Don’t know who either’a those folks are, Sunset, but somethin’ tells me they’re important.” Applejack grinned. “Still, gotta wonder if other stories datin’ back to the foundin’ of Equestria have any merit to ‘em. Apple Bloom’d be over the moon if Rockhoof turned out to be the real deal.”

“I’d be over the moon if Flash Magnus ended up being real!” Rainbow Dash laughed. “He was awesome!”

“You can’t forget about Mistmane, darlings.” Rarity cooed. “Oh, if her story was true…”

“Actually, Princess Luna did say that she knew Mistmane as well as Mage Meadowbrook.”

Even as Rarity squealed in glee at Twilight’s admission, Vinyl started to look a little annoyed. “Okay, dudes, I’m not from your world. I need a little context.” She pointed to Applejack. “Start with your guy.”

Applejack set aside her journal and grinned. “Rockhoof was one of the great heroes of early Equestria, an earth pony known far an’ wide fer his great strength. He didn’t always have it, though. He started off as a stringy little feller, the son of a farmer, livin’ in a village on an island at Equestria’s northeastern edges.”

“A volcanic island,” Quiver interjected. “It was also the home to the Mighty Helm, a group of elite soldiers and one of the forerunners to the modern Royal Guard. And Rockhoof’s biggest dream was to be one of them.”

Vinyl grinned. “But he was too small and scrawny for them to let him join.”

Applejack nodded. “Best he could do fer the longest time was dig ditches and latrines for ‘em, but that didn’t stop him. Then, one fateful day, the volcano erupted. The Mighty Helm couldn’t figure out a way to save the village, so they were forced to evacuate. The villagers didn’t want to go, though. They’d lived their entire lives there, and didn’t have anywhere else to go, so Rockhoof decided to do somethin’ crazy, an’ started diggin’ a trench with his shovel.”

“And I’m sensing a miracle.”

Applejack grinned at Vinyl’s guess. “Rockhoof set to work with nuthin’ but his shovel and a heart full’a determination, not carin’ one bit fer the odds. And when things started lookin’ hopeless, somethin’ magical happened.”

Quiver grinned himself as he finished the story. “According to the stories, Rockhoof went from a scrawny little weed to a mountain of a stallion, bigger even than Princess Celestia and with strength greater than any other earth pony. And with that newfound strength, he dug that trench, diverted the lava flow, saved the village, and more than earned himself a place in the Mighty Helm.”

Now Sunset grinned. “Sounds familiar, huh?”

“Little bit.” Vinyl then pointed to Rainbow Dash. “Okay, your guy. I’m guessing he was a pegasus?”

“Aw yeah!” The prismatic pegasus took on a dreaming look as she recounted her favorite legend. “Back in the old days, pegasi soldiers were members of the Cloudsdale Royal Legion. Flash Magnus was little more than a cadet, but he was the bravest and most loyal pony you could ask for. One time out on a training mission, he and his group needed to cross the dragon lands. Usually not a big deal, as long as there isn’t a dragon around…”

“But there were dragons this time.”

“Bingo, two big ones, and they captured some of Magnus’ comrades and trapped them in their lair.”

Spike groaned. “I’m not gonna like where this is going, am I?”

Rainbow Dash’s bravado vanished. “Sorry, Spike, probably not.” She then returned to the story, “Anyway, Magnus came up with a daring plan. He’d lure the dragons away, and give the rest of the battalion a chance to free their comrades. To help him, his commander gave him a cherished artifact of the Royal Legion.”

Sour Sweet grinned. “Netitus, the fireproof shield.”

“Yeah! That shield and his speed protected him while the dragons chased him through the sky, and once his comrades were free, they set up a trap for the dragons! A bank of stormclouds! Flash Magnus led them into it, and then, zap!” Dash laughed and amended, “It didn’t kill them, but it did get them to decide that chasing after the battalion wasn’t worth it. He set the bar for awesome that day, and I can only think of one pony who’s even come close to matching it.” She pointed a hoof to Fluttershy, much to the mare’s surprise. “Not a lot of ponies who can get a full-grown dragon to back off, and I know I’m not one of them. Not solo, anyway.”

The yellow pegasus managed an embarrassed blush. “Oh, it was nothing special.”

“Ooh, you guys gotta tell me about that later.” Vinyl turned to Rarity and said, “First though, your story.”

“Oh yes, of course.” The elegant mare cleared her throat and began, “Mistmane was my favorite legend as a filly, and something of an inspiration for me growing up. An Eastern unicorn, and the most beautiful in the land.” Rarity gestured to her horn and explained, “Eastern unicorns have longer horns with a slight inward curl to them, unlike most unicorns.” That brief aside over with, she continued, “In any case, she was also known for her great kindness, as well as her magnificent talents with magic. She lived in a village in a remote corner of modern Equestria, though exactly where escapes me. It wasn’t an official part of Equestria at that point, however, and was still an independent nation.”

“Likely off towards where the Undiscovered West is on the maps.”

“Thank you Quiver. In any case, one day, she left her village to further her magical studies, much to her sadness and that of her friends and loved ones, including her dearest friend, Sable Spirit. And while Mistmane was away, Sable Spirit had been crowned empress. Upon her return, however, Mistmane discovered that Sable Spirit had led their home to ruin. In an act of envy, as well as the belief that her friend was more beloved than she was because of her beauty, Sable Spirit had cast a spell to improve her own beauty, only to ruin it. The young empress then turned into a tyrant, and set her subjects to work on her palace so that its beauty would make up for her loss. The two fought, and Sable was defeated, but rather than cast her away, Mistmane restored her friend’s beauty and that of her village, by sacrificing her own in the process. Mistmane then traveled across the land according to legend, and Sable Spirit spent the rest of her days trying to live up to her friends’ example.”

“Dude.”

“Yes, I know, the story does have some negative connotations when one looks at it from certain perspectives, but nonetheless, Mistmane demonstrated that true beauty is inside of us, rather than on the outside. And her actions made the world a better place, and inspired others to do the same. I fail to see how that’s not something to aspire to.”

“Not saying it isn’t, but still, mare sounds like the poster child for altruism run amok.” Vinyl then turned to Sunset and asked, “So how did some independent nation with its own empress become part of a country ruled by a couple princesses?”

“The old-fashioned way. Arranged marriages and political alliances.” The former unicorn grinned. “Thankfully, Twilight doesn’t have to worry about that.” The young alicorn returned her grin, and Sunset continued, “Wasn’t the only time that happened either. There was another settlement in the southwest regions founded by pony refugees from Anugypt that ended up getting annexed by Equestria proper. It started as New Anugypt, but the region was renamed in honor of a local hero.”

“Somnambula.” Quiver laughed. “I’m impressed you’ve heard of her.”

Sunset turned smug as she admitted, “I came across quite a bit back when I was Celestia’s personal student.” At Vinyl’s intrigued look, she continued, “It’s a great story. Quiver?”

The writer sat up and cleared his throat. “Long ago, the ponies of New Anugypt fell victim to an evil Sphinx, who demanded tribute from them lest she would wreak terrible havoc upon the region. Fearful of her wrath, the villagers sacrificed much of their food. They had little to carry them on, but one pony encouraged them to hold onto hope by spreading joy and optimism among her fellows.”

Pinkie gasped. “Somnambula?!”

Quiver nodded, and continued where he left off. “One of the nobles, Prince Hisan, witnessed her give up a string of pearls to buy bread for the townsfolk, and was so moved by her example that he vowed nopony would go hungry again. He raised forces to stand against the Sphinx, but before they could act, the beast struck and captured him. The only way he could be freed was if somepony entered the Sphinx’s lair and attempted to solve her riddle. None dared, save for Somnambula.”

“I’m guessing it had nothing to do with how many legs you stand on during the day.”

Sunset shook her head at Vinyl’s guess. “The Sphinx’s riddle was this; ‘I shine brightest in the dark. I am there but cannot be seen. To have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything.’ It didn’t take long for Somnambula to figure out the answer.”

Quiver smiled. “Hope.”

“And the Sphinx was so enraged at her riddle being solved, that it looked like she wouldn’t honor her word and release the prince. Somnambula instead asked for one more challenge, on the condition that if this one was met, the Sphinx would leave the village forever and never return. The Sphinx agreed, and had Somnambula walk to the prince along a narrow bridge across a deep chasm. Blindfolded. And magically stripped of the use of her wings to provide balance or save her should she fall.”

“But Somnambula never lost hope, and guided by the sound of the prince’s voice, she crossed the bridge and won the challenge. The Sphinx left, never to be seen again.” Quiver turned to Vinyl and finished, “Hope kept Somnambula going, and gave her the strength to move forward. That hope, as well as her willingness to act, saved her village, and led to her being remembered as a hero.”

“Plus the Sphinx falling victim to the same stupidity as your average spy movie villain.” At Quiver’s raised eyebrow, Sunset noted, “Hey, introspective former bad guy.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.” Quiver turned to the rest of the group and said, “In any case, Somnambula was real enough for the region to be renamed after her. They even have a statue and an annual festival in her honor. And a pyramid was found nearby where some sort of magic was in place that prevents pegasi from flying, even today. Which means either a story was concocted that linked all those things together…”

“Or it was real!” Pinkie Pie squealed. “I hope it is! Somnambula sounds like my kind of pony!”

Quiver smiled sadly. “Mine too.”

Sunset quickly took note of his sad expression, as well as Sour’s disapproving frown. “I’m guessing a certain somepony didn’t approve too much of the story.”

“No, he didn’t.” Quiver turned to Vinyl and explained, “Hope can be a scary thing sometimes too. The idea that something good is on the horizon can come with the thought that it can all be torn away from you in an instant. I’ve had to live with that for a long time. Couple that with being raised by the ultimate cynic, a stallion so fixated upon the worst case scenario that he’s paralyzed at even trying for something better, and I can certainly see that perspective. Nearly led to some bad decisions.”

Vinyl reached over and gently ran a hand down his neck. “Sorry dude. Sounds like you’ve had it rough.”

The smile returned, a little brighter than before. “I have, but it’s getting better.” He turned back to Twilight. “Anyway, we still need to go over these journals.”

“Dang right, we’ve wasted enough time gabbin’.” Applejack retrieved her journal. “No sense losin’ hope.”

“Well, there is a lot to go through.” Fluttershy had set aside one journal, and had started on another as she gasped, “Oh my goodness! I think I’ve found something!” Having gained everyone’s attention, she explained, “There’s an entry here where Meadowbrook mentions meeting two ponies while trying to stop an outbreak of aggression among herbivores living in the swamps! One of them was Rockhoof!”

Twilight gasped. “Who was the other?!”

“His name was…Stygian?”

That gave the princess pause, and she turned to Quiver and Sunset, who respectively shook their heads and shrugged.

“Sounds Greek to me,” Vinyl offered.

“Okay, so why did Rockhoof and this Stygian pony come to Meadowbrook?” Twilight turned back to Fluttershy and pleaded, “Please tell me the journal says why!”

“Oh, it does!” To the princess’s relief, her friend continued, “According to the journal, Stygian was on a quest to save his village. He’d already recruited Rockhoof, and they came to seek Meadowbrook’s aid as part of their journey. Apparently, Stygian’s village was on the coast of the South Luna Ocean, and had fallen under attack by a creature. There’s a scribbled in note here on the margin that says ‘siren’.”

Pinkie gasped. “A SIREN?!” She leaned in close to Quiver and whispered, “I don’t know what that is!”

“That’s definitely Greek, at least for us humans.” Vinyl now had everyone’s attention as she recounted, “According to the mythology, the Sirens were a group of creatures, part bird and part human, who lived on an island and enthralled passing sailors with their singing. Doing that caused the sailors to crash their boats into the rocks and die.”

“Well, there’s a crude drawing here, but this creature doesn’t look like a bird.” Fluttershy presented the drawing in the inner back cover of the journal as she continued, “It looks more like a seapony.”

“A really vicious seapony.” Quiver squinted at the image. “And a familiar one. I remember a story about sirens from when I was a colt, and the illustrations were pretty close to that.”

“Three of them? Female?” At the stallion’s nod, Sunset frowned and turned to Twilight. “I remember that story too, but this has got to be a different incident.”

The princess nodded. “I agree. It might even be how Star Swirl recognized those sirens as a threat to Equestria, assuming he heard about it.” Twilight then turned to her friends and reasoned, “In any case, Stygian must’ve sought out Rockhoof and Meadowbrook because they were legendary heroes of his day. It would be like someone asking the six of us to come help them with some terrible danger.”

“And if Stygian was looking for them, he may well have sought out others of the time, like Mistmane or Star Swirl.” Rarity squealed. “Twilight, I do believe you have something to go on!”

“I do. Let’s focus on the journals after the one Fluttershy has. If we can…”

Twilight was interrupted as Spike gave a loud belch and a scroll appeared in a wisp of magic. He immediately unfurled it and read it over. “Twilight, it’s from Princess Celestia! Princess Luna talked with her about the journals, and Celestia thinks that she’s got more stuff that can help in Canterlot!”

“Oh my goodness!” Twilight clapped her hooves together. “This is incredible!”

“And a little suspect.” Despite himself, Quiver couldn’t help but wonder. “If Celestia had pertinent information, then why not provide it sooner?”

“She may not have realized that she had pertinent information!” Twilight sprang to her hooves and declared, “Alright, we need to follow up on this right now! The sooner we can get to Canterlot…!”

“Uh, Twilight?” Applejack turned nervous as she admitted, “As much as Ah wanna help you follow up on this, Ah can’t come to Canterlot with you. The rest of the family’s gone off to Apple Con, and it’s just gonna be me mindin’ the farm.” She shrugged and amended, “Well, me an’ Braeburn. He’s visitin’ town fer a bit.”

“And I’ve got the exam to get into the Wonderbolt Reserves to worry about.” Rainbow Dash frowned. “I can come to Canterlot and help as soon as that’s done, but I gotta get to Cloudsdale first for the test.”

“And I’m afraid that Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and I are detained as well with the Foals and Fillies’ Fair.” Rarity paused and turned to Quiver. “Speaking of, darling, thank you for the advice you gave me for the puppet theater I constructed.”

“Hey, no problem.” Quiver turned apologetic as he admitted, “And I think I have to bow out too, Twilight. I’ve got a job that I can’t just take a day off from.” He turned to the human present and admitted, “Makes me wish we had telephones like you do.”

“And someone’s gotta stay in Ponyville to look after the library, if you and Sour are going to Canterlot.” Spike sighed. “Sorry Twilight.”

The princess slumped, only to find a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You might be forgetting something, Twilight.” She turned to Sunset as the former unicorn continued, “You know two ponies who’d be more than willing to help with this, and one of them is already in Canterlot.”

Quiver caught on to what Sunset was implying, and grinned. “And something tells me the other wouldn’t say no to the chance to discuss a certain something with Princess Celestia.”

It took a second for Twilight to connect the dots, and she grinned. “Spike, take a letter. Take two letters.”

“Almost there, friend!” The great mountain of a stallion held his shovel tight in his mouth as he lifted Stygian out of the trench. That his words were clear despite the impediment of his tool immediately suggested that he had some practice. “Ha!”

The unicorn breathed a sigh of relief as his hooves reached proper ground again. “Thank you!” He barely had a moment to brush himself off before he recognized his savior. “Oh my stars, you’re him! You’re Rockhoof!”

The mighty stallion laughed. “Aye! Though Ah’m afraid you’ve got me at a disadvantage, laddie.”

“Oh, forgive me. My name is Stygian, and I…”

“Rockhoof!” The larger stallion stood at attention as a mare clad similarly to himself approached, her earthy brown mane covering one of her eyes. “Is the trench finished?”

“Aye, Captain Steela! The volcano can rumble all she likes, but we’re ready for it this time!”

“Good! Now with me, we’ve got us another…!” She then noticed their visitor. “And who’s this then?”

“Oh, excuse me.” The unicorn stood up straight and tried to be presentable. “Stygian, ma’am. I came to ask Rockhoof for his help. My village is under attack, all of Equestria could be in danger, and…”

The mare shook her head. “And Ah cannae spare him. We’ve got a problem of our own to deal with.”

“The filter fish, Captain? We’ve got the entire Helm working on that problem, you dinnae need me.”

Stygian cocked his head. “Filter fish?”

“Aye, a school of ‘em comes along the river once a year to clean our lake. Last year they didn’t get through, and if they dinnae do it this year, we’ll have trouble with fresh water.”

“An’ the river goes through the forest. A forest that was filled with timber wolves, but now that they’re gone, the lumber bears have moved in.”

Rockhoof scowled. “The Helm can handle some piles of wood with delusions of grandeur, Captain.”

“In time to save the filter fish? Without somepony getting killed?”

“Um, excuse me.” Stygian approached the pair. “Could I see a map, please?”

Steela regarded him with narrowed eyes. “What business is our problem to you, wee unicorn?”

“Captain, I dinnae think we’re in a position to refuse his help.”

The mare scowled, then pulled a map from her armor. She laid it out on the ground. “Whatever you’re thinking, unicorn, you’d better think quickly.”

Stygian studied the map, then pointed to a section near the forest. “You cannot guard the river in the forest, yes? Then we move the river out of the forest.”

Steela looked at him as if he’d sprouted a second head. “Are ye daft?!”

“Nay Captain, Ah see where he’s goin’ with this.” Rockhoof grinned. “In fact, Ah should’ve thought’ve this myself. Gonna need some help, though.”

“Thanks for bringing me in on this, Twilight.” Lyra smiled as she turned her attention away from the window to their train carriage and back to her old schoolmate. “I just hope that I can help.”

“Of course you can, Lyra. You’re a lot more imaginative than I am.”

The minty green unicorn snorted. “Which is a nice way of saying that me being a crazy conspiracy buff might come in handy.”

Twilight gently laid a wing over the mare’s shoulder. “You’re not crazy. You certainly weren’t crazy about the Order of Gallopfrey, or the existence of humans.”

“Maybe not, but it’s not like I can gloat about it.” The mare sighed and admitted, “Besides, we both know there were other things that I didn’t see coming.”

The alicorn frowned, and her horn lit up as she cast a privacy spell with her magic. “Have you talked with anyone about what you found out since then?”

“No.” Lyra shifted on the bench, going from her sprawling human-like slouch to a closed-in posture closer to how Twilight was positioned. “I want do, I really do, but it’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up. I haven’t talked about it with Quiver yet, we’ve both been too busy, and I can’t tell Bon-Bon about it.”

“Because you’re afraid she might be put in danger?”

“Among other reasons.” Lyra rubbed her front hooves together nervously. “She dropped a bombshell on me of her own that day. Makes me a little worried that she might have other secrets that she’s not telling me.” She finally forced herself to keep her hooves to her sides and admitted, “Conspiracy theories are a lot less fun when you find yourself a part of one.”

Twilight sighed. “Well, hopefully, we’ll have a chance to talk with Princess Celestia about what happened, and maybe get some answers.”

“I hope so.”

A few heavy hoof-beats caught their attention, and Twilight dropped the privacy spell just as Sour Sweet remarked, “You know, I don’t appreciate being left out of the loop. And I really shouldn’t be.”

Twilight managed an embarrassed smile as her bodyguard took a seat beside her, then recast the privacy spell. “I’m sorry Lieutenant. It’s not easy talking about something confidential with one pony when you have other things that need kept just as confidential.”

Lyra smiled. “At least some things the rest of us can figure out.” After the last few weeks, Ponyville had become increasingly aware that there was more to Twilight’s new assistant than was obvious, and the truth of her position was now somewhere between an open secret and a rumor. Those closest to Twilight, however, had the full truth by this point. “And my stuff at least isn’t an official secret. At least, I hope not.”

Sour gave the other mare a reassuring smile. “Whatever it is, it’s up to you to share it. I’m not going to force you. Besides, Quiver already told me that you’re having some trouble, even if he didn’t know the full details. I think he might be a little higher on your priorities to share it with.”

“Probably, but the more I can tell him, or you, the better.” Lyra then gestured to the panniers full of books that Twilight had brought along. “We might not find time, though. Twilight’s still going over Mage Meadowbrook’s journals, after all, and if that letter’s right, Princess Celestia might just have more for us to go through.”

“That wouldn’t surprise me, but I’m not too worried. I sent word ahead to Moondancer, after all, and Celestia mentioned in her letter that she was reaching out to another pony to help us.”

Lyra spoke for both ponies when she asked, “Really? Who?”

Far away from the trio of unicorns as they traveled to Canterlot, a pair of Royal Guardsponies made their way along the streets of the Crystal Empire. “All due respect to the Princess sir, but don’t you think that sending two of us for this is a bit much?”

“If it helps you feel better, you’re only with us until we get to the station.” The pair approached a small, glistening residence that stood out from the rest due to its roof being stylized to resemble a wizard’s hat. “I just hope that he won’t take too long to get packed.” The pair approached the door, and the senior of the two stallions knocked.

The door opened into a darkened entryway as a nervous stallion looked out onto his threshold. “Yes? May I help you?”

“Mister Sunburst?” As the bearded stallion opened his door the rest of the way, the pegasus on the other side explained, “I’ve been asked to bring you to Canterlot. Princess Celestia has requested your assistance with a matter of the utmost importance.”

“Me?” Sunburst looked at the guardspony with surprise through his eyeglasses. “What could I do for her?”

Flash Sentry smiled. “I’ll explain on the train ride over, sir.”

“Well lads, we dinnae have a lot of time! Once the signal goes up, that means the filter fish are almost upon us!” Steela turned to her subordinate and barked, “So pick up the pace, Rockhoof!”

“Yes, Captain!” The mighty stallion was most of the way through with his trench. “Have this done before ye know it!”

Stygian was well aware of the legend that made Rockhoof famous throughout Equestria, but even so, he was amazed at the stallion’s swift work. Just as the scrawny unicorn had directed, the mighty stallion had dug a trench deep enough to divert the river out of the forest, if only temporarily, and allow the filter fish safe passage to the lake. The plan was working.

He was, of course, aware of several factors that could cause everything to go wrong. The first, of course, was the fact that the only thing keeping the river from rushing into the trench and drowning Rockhoof was his own magic, so he kept as much attention on his barrier spell as possible. The second was the threat of a lumber bear attack. That, at least, was covered by Captain Steela, though her attention was split between that and their third potential issue…

Smoke billowed out at the horizon, a different color than what one would expect from a volcano, and the captain called out, “That’s the signal! Rockhoof, we’re out of time!”

Rockhoof’s shovel broke through the last bit of earth in the trench just in time, and passed through the second barrier Stygian had erected. “It’s done!”

Stygian sighed in relief, then took hold of Rockhoof with his magic before lifting the barrier spell at one end of the trench. He struggled with his grip on the mighty stallion, mostly due to never having lifted so heavy a pony before, but got him up far enough for Rockhoof to plunge his shovel into the earth safely.

A rumbling roar sounded from the forest, however, and Steela scowled as its source emerged. Two lumber bears, large as life and likely just as harsh, had come across them and were now bearing down upon her. The first barely managed a roar before she jabbed her spear into its neck and decapitated it, splinters of wood sent flying all around them. Even as it collapsed, the second took a broad swipe at her, only for her to dodge and buck it hard in the face.

Stygian found himself more concerned with helping to pull Rockhoof from the swift-moving river, however, and barely managed it just as Steela skewered the second one to finish it off. He took a second to catch his breath, then sighed in relief. “Well done, Captain.”

“Aye, I could say the same. To the both of ye.” She then smiled and pointed to the river. “An’ just in time, too.”

The two stallions turned to see glittering golden fish jump in and out of the flowing river, the ends of their antennae putting out soft glows as they went. Stygian smiled at the sight, reminded of fireflies at night. “They’re beautiful.”

Rockhoof smiled as well. “Aye, that they are.”

“An’ that’s enough gawking about!” Despite her loud tone, the pleased grin on her face made Steela’s mood clear. “Rockhoof, when we get back to the village, you’d best start packing. We can spare ye now, and besides, I dinnae like the idea of stayin’ in debt to anypony.”

Rockhoof laughed, then turned to Stygian. “Seems you have me for your quest after all, laddie! Back to your village then?”

Stygian shook his head. “Your strength is mighty, Rockhoof, and nopony can question your determination. But those alone won’t be enough to best the creature attacking my village.”

The mighty stallion nodded. “Well tell me all that you can about the creature anyway whilst we make our way back. Afterwards, we can set off to find whomever else you want to recruit. Hopefully, they’ll join with less trouble than you had with me.”

The train ride to Canterlot was mercifully short, and the three mares stepped onto the platform to find a familiar face awaiting them. “Moondancer!”

“Hi girls!” Moondancer happily hugged Twilight and Lyra in turn. “Good to see you!” She paused and looked the latter over. “You okay?”

Lyra shrugged. “I’m getting by.” She then grinned. “You seem to be doing well, though.”

The mare grinned back with a slightly embarrassed blush. “Well, in my defense, Rarity is really good at those makeovers of hers.” Indeed, the bookish mare was still sporting the look she’d taken on after her recent visit to Ponyville, thinner-rimmed glasses and all. “Though it’s given me a little bit more attention than I’d like. And I’m not sure which is giving me more attention right now, my look or my escort.”

“Could be both.” The new arrivals turned to the pegasus mare standing a short distance away clad in the armor of a Royal Guard. “Delighted to see you again, your Highness.”

Twilight laughed. “You as well, Lieutenant.”

Sunrunner smiled. “Now forgive my being forward, but I believe we’re due at the castle shortly, so if the three of you have anything you need to collect…”

The princess shook her head. “We packed light, Lieutenant. Please, lead the way.”

The Guardsmare nodded, and turned and led the group out of the train station towards Canterlot Castle. Sour Sweet took the rear as the rest of their party continued their conversation. “I’m a little surprised though. I mean, I’m not complaining, but I didn’t expect to be escorted here to meet the two of you.”

“I didn’t expect it either.” A stray thought crossed her mind, and Twilight ventured, “Lieutenant Sunrunner, when we first met, what was Rarity wearing?”

“Rarity wasn’t there when we first met, ma’am.” The lieutenant turned back to them with approval and explained, “And this escort was arranged by Princess Luna. She didn’t specify any details, but I’m assuming this has something to do with a research project.”

“It does, and you’ll learn the full details as soon as possible.” Sunrunner turned her attention back to the road ahead as Twilight admitted, “And believe me Moondancer, you’re going to flip when you find out what we’ve uncovered.”

Lyra laughed. “Well, what Twilight’s uncovered. She asked me along to help with the research after making the big discovery.”

Moondancer smiled. “I’m looking forward to it. And honestly, I’m just glad to be working on a research project with a little help, rather than going solo. Not that I don’t mind being by myself, but going through everything in Star Swirl’s athenaeum isn’t exactly a one-pony job.”

Twilight looked at her with concern. “You still don’t have a team assisting you? But I put in the funding request months ago!”

“Bureaucracy moves at a snail’s pace, your Highness,” Sour Sweet helpfully remarked. “Even when you’re at the top.”

The young princess sighed. “I suppose so.” She then brightened up. “Still, it’s definitely different this time. We’re a team, and we’ll crack this nut together.”

The journey from Rockhoof’s village to the Hayseed Swamps was a long one, but not arduous, thanks mostly to the company. Rockhoof proved himself an excellent companion, and not simply due to his great strength. His good humor and stories of the Mighty Helm made for interesting discussion, and while he had some trouble grasping the nuances of Stygian’s studies, he nonetheless took interest in them.

There was, however, one minor issue to be had, one that finally got brought up as they approached their destination.

“Do my morning exercises bother you, Stygian?”

They had stopped to take a break at the edge of the swamp, mostly for the smaller pony’s sake. Stygian managed a reluctant nod. “I tried not to treat it as an issue, but I have to wonder if you ever find time to rest.”

Rockhoof laughed. “Aye, of course I rest! But life’s taught me that you need to work hard to maintain what you have. You know the story about me? About how I was a wee, scrawny little thing to start with?” At his friend’s nod, the mighty stallion continued, “Well, I resolved then and there to start workin’ to improve myself. Not all of us can be as gifted a scholar as you, after all.”

Stygian smiled at the compliment. “Then the part in the legend about you suddenly growing in size…?”

“Oh, that part’s true enough. I still don’t know how it happened, I’m just grateful that it did.” Rockhoof turned somber as he continued, “But after that, after I joined the Helm, I started to slack off. I got distracted from my routine, and it caused trouble for the village. I’ve treated that as a lesson from the Maker, to not take what I have for granted and work to maintain it. I’m just sorry if that work has caused you any trouble.”

The scholar shook his head. “It’s alright. Your reasoning helps a great deal.” He stood back up and said, “In any case, I’ve rested enough.” The two took a few moments to collect their possessions, then progressed into the swamps. “I will admit, however, this swamp does bother me. I haven’t seen any sign of life beyond plants since we arrived.”

“That’s no big surprise. Swamps have all sorts of predators in them, after all, and the wee little animals learn to hide from them to stay safe.”

“Yes, but no birdsong? Not even any insects?”

That gave Rockhoof pause. “Aye, that last one is just a wee bit suspect. We should at least be tryin’ to shake off some flies or mosquitoes. Still, I…” His mood immediately brightened as something came across their path. “Oh look! A wee little bunny!”

Indeed, sitting directly in front of them was a rabbit. This specimen in particular looked as adorable as any rabbit could, and looked up at them with wide, curious eyes.

Stygian considered the critter before them. “He seems awfully calm for being confronted by two unfamiliar ponies.”

“Ah, animals have senses that we don’t! He can probably tell we’re friendly!” Rockhoof leaned in with a smile. “Hello there little one. We mean you no harm.”

A split-second later, and the rabbit jumped up and bit down hard upon Rockhoof’s nose. His bellows were those of both shock and pain, but the rabbit was quickly pulled free from him by Stygian’s magic. As the rabbit chittered about in mid-air, the scholar looked to his friend. “Are you alright? Do you need medicine?”

Rockhoof inspected his nose with one hoof with some relief. “Nay, no blood. Worst damage is to my pride.” He then eyed the rabbit suspiciously and remarked, “We’d best get moving and away from this wee fellow, lest those sounds he’s making are a call for help.”

Thunderous sounds from nearby dissuaded argument from Stygian, and he released the rabbit from his grip and joined Rockhoof in fleeing as a number of creatures started chasing after them, from rabbits and squirrels and birds to assorted larger herbivores.

“We need a way to shake them off our tails!” Rockhoof reasoned as they charged towards a large pile of leaves along the path. “Any ideas?!”

Before Stygian could even begin to think of one, the two ponies were shoved to one side. As they recovered, the charging mass of creatures disturbed the leaves, only to fall into a rope trap and be suspended above the ground.

“Ah’m sorry for the rough treatment.” Their rescuer slipped off her brightly-colored mask and greeted them with a smile. “Ah just didn’t want to risk the two a’y’all ending up in the trap Ah prepared.”

The mare before them was a welcome sight, and not simply because she had come to their rescue. She wasn’t in any way outstanding in terms of physique, but her manner and tone of voice gave her a certain rustic beauty. It wasn’t lost on Stygian, and certainly not on Rockhoof.

“Oh, think nothing of it, lass.” The mighty stallion helped his friend to his hooved, then straightened himself out. “And thank you for your timely assistance.”

“You’re most welcome.” She glanced at the trap to find the rabbit that had accosted them earlier trying to wriggle its way free. “Ah just wish Ah knew what was causing this.”

“Um, excuse me miss, but… would you happen to be Mage Meadowbrook? The acclaimed healer?”

The mare turned back to them. “Why yes, Ah am.”

Rockhoof laughed. “Well, that’s convenient! I’m Rockhoof, and this is Stygian. His village is under attack from a creature, and he’s gathering a party of heroes to defeat it before it can threaten the rest of Equestria. We’re here to ask for your help.”

“Well, Ah would gladly help, but unfortunately Ah have a problem here to take care of.”

Stygian stepped forward. “Perhaps we can assist with that?” He gestured towards the trapped animals. “I admit, we haven’t quite put in a good showing, but…”

The mare raised a hoof. “But Ah know that things aren’t always obvious at first blush. Any help you can provide, Ah’ll accept.” She gestured for them to follow her. “Now that trap won’t hold them for long! Ah know somewhere we’ll be safe!”

“Lead on then!” The mare then led the pair through the swamp at as swift a pace as she could muster while Stygian continued, “Now then, is this aggression only happening with herbivores, or is this affecting all of the animals?!”

“Only herbivores, ah’ve checked!”

“Then this could be something they’ve eaten!” Rockhoof wasn’t a scholar or a healer, but he wasn’t stupid either. “Some strange plant, perhaps!”

“Ah know every plant in this swamp, and nothing new’s shown up!” They reached their destination, a tree that had been converted into a home at the edge of a village, and Meadowbrook knocked on the door three times. “But there is a strange fungus that showed up in the last few weeks! Mama and Ah collected some to experiment with, but…”

The door opened, and another mare ushered them within. “Inside, child!” The trio entered to find a middle-aged mare inside the treehouse, who reacted to the two newcomers with brief shock before getting a good look at Rockhoof. “Oh my…company.”

“Pardon our intrusion, ma’am, but we’re here to help.” Rockhoof then began shoving a bookcase in front of the door. “I’m no good with medicine beyond cleanin’ and dressin’ wounds, but I can block a door easy enough, maybe buy some time to mix up a cure.”

“Thank you kindly.” Meadowbrook started to get to work, only to notice her fellow healer was clearly distracted. “Mama!”

Her mother shook herself out of her stupor. “Sorry, darlin’.” She then blushed and admitted, “Ah’m just a pony, after all.”

The younger healer rolled her eyes at her elder, then turned to the scholar. “Stygian, head upstairs and keep watch. Ah have a collection of potions up there that might buy us a little more time. If any creatures approach the house to attack, use one on them! Just pay attention to the labels, and don’t use the fire or acid potions!”

Stygian did as he was told and went upstairs. He then checked over the waiting wall of potions, just as Meadowbrook had described, and then looked out the window.

Two things were immediately apparent. First, the trapped critters had called upon reinforcements. Second, the rabbits in this swamp were apparently smart enough to not only free their fellows, but also to figure out how to make a torch. And set it on fire.

He suddenly found himself hoping that Meadowbrook was as good as the stories claimed, because otherwise, they’d be in serious trouble.

Author's Note

Knuckerbocker was a character who first appeared in one of the real-world Daring Do books (written by G. M. Berrow), and later was mentioned in episodes of Season Eight. Before anyone brings up any sort of continuity issues, let me point this out - dragons are very long-lived. And speaking of G. M. Berrow, this story also draws from one of the episodes she wrote for the series, Daring Done?, as well as the episode Campfire Tales by Barry Safchik and Michael Platt.

Some of the details about Rockhoof's story are some speculation on my part, with bits interwoven from the second issue of the Legends of Magic series - story credit for that goes to Jeremy Whitley, with art credits to Brenda Hickey and Heather Breckel.

Chapter Three - Favor the Brave

The halls of the castle never lost their awe no matter how many times Twilight made her way through them. She suspected it was much the same for her friends, though in their cases, they likely didn’t pass through them nearly as often as she did. A part of her wondered if she should envy them, given the number of times she’d walked these halls due to a crisis facing Equestria. This time, at least, was for now a much more pleasant affair.

The doors to the throne room swung open before their party, and a fanfare sounded before a mare clad in the armor of the Night Guard called, “Presenting Princess Twilight Sparkle and her party.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” Celestia stepped down from her throne and approached them, with Luna at her side. “It’s good to see you, all of you.” Her gaze focused on the two unicorns. “Lyra Heartstrings, Moondancer, you have our thanks for lending your assistance to these efforts.”

“Indeed.” The Princess of the Night looked exhausted, and carried a cup of coffee in the crook of her hoof, but her smile made clear her gratitude. “It pleases us to see that our sister’s former students are quick to support one another.”

Lyra tried her best to not be nervous as she ventured, “Well, forgive my being frank, but isn’t that what friends are for?”

Celestia laughed. “Indeed. And no forgiveness is necessary, Lyra. You and Moondancer may not have been my personal students, but you were nonetheless my students all the same, and I’m glad that we can be at least a little casual.” She then turned her attention back to Twilight. “Though speaking of friends, I’m glad that your research led you to discovering the truth about Mage Meadowbrook.”

“I am too, but I think Luna deserves more credit than I do.” Twilight tried to steer conversation back to the matter at hoof and continued, “In any case, I think we’re in a good position to bring to light much more than the facts behind Mage Meadowbrook. I haven’t had nearly as much time as I’d like to go over her journals, but what little I’ve found so far has been very promising.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Twilight, but I would refrain from elaborating before the rest of your research team arrives.” At her former pupil’s confusion, the elder alicorn explained, “Once Luna informed me about what had been uncovered in Neigh Orleans, I thought it sensible to contact another pony who I thought could be of some assistance in your efforts.”

“And that’s ignoring the potential treasure trove of information that we have yet to dive into here.” Luna smirked in her sister’s direction and snarked, “If only some pony had seen fit to share this information sooner.”

Celestia barely had time to roll her eyes before another fanfare sounded, and the same Night Guard mare called out further new arrivals. “Presenting First Lieutenant Flash Sentry of the Crystal Guard, and Mister Sunburst.”

Twilight and her party turned about in surprise, with the young princess’s attention naturally upon her coltfriend before Lyra’s voice cried out in elated surprise. “Oh my gosh, Sunburst!”

Even Moondancer looked surprised. “Wow! It’s been forever!” She laughed. “I like the beard. And the cloak.”

The stallion who approached them managed a nervous smile, the unease in his blue eyes magnified by his glasses. “Thanks. I’m just surprised that you all remember me.”

“How could we forget you?” Lyra turned back to Twilight and prompted her. “C’mon Twilight, it’s Sunburst! Remember him?” At the young princess’s clear unease, the minty green mare suddenly became anxious. “Twilight?”

“Don’t be too hard on her, Lyra. Twilight had a lot on her plate during her early days of being my personal student.” Celestia turned regretful as she admitted, “And for quite a while afterwards, no thanks to me.” She then turned to her young mentee and explained, “Sunburst became a student at the School for Gifted Unicorns at the same time as you and your friends, Twilight. Though I’m afraid your path and his didn’t cross very often.”

“And they didn’t have a long time during which to cross.” The stallion managed a nervous laugh before he offered a hoof. “Good to meet you again, Princess Twilight.”

The mare gave an apologetic smile as she accepted the hoof. “And you, Sunburst. I hope that you’ve been okay since you left school.”

“I have, for the most part.” The stallion laughed as he explained. “Ended up in the Crystal Empire eventually. Working in their library, helping to integrate it into the modern systems.” As Twilight’s eyes lit up with interest, he added, “It’s fascinating work.”

“And he helped to keep all the residents of the Crystal Empire that weren’t native crystal ponies safe during that recent magical anomaly.” Flash Sentry smiled. “Saved a lot of lives.”

Twilight laughed. “Well, that’s a pretty good résumé. Glad to have you onboard.”

“And given the fact that three of you have an assigned member of the Royal Guard for your security, it’s only fair that the fourth does as well.” Luna turned to the very mare that had announced their arrival and declared, “First Lieutenant Sunny Flare.” The mare stood at attention. “Until such time as we declare otherwise, you are to act as escort and security to Miss Lyra Heartstrings and assist in the efforts of this research mission.”

The mare nodded and removed her helmet. “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” She then shared a brief smile with her comrades before she turned to Princess Twilight. “Now, if you’ll forgive my ignorance, what is the purpose behind this research mission?”

“I’m curious about that myself.” Sunburst gestured to Flash and explained, “All the lieutenant told me on the way was that my help was needed on a research project here in Canterlot involving the princesses.”

Celestia nodded, and with a gesture, the remaining guards departed the throne room. “What is about to be discussed here is to be kept in the strictest of confidences. Talk of it is to be kept in private as much as possible, for reasons that I hope will become clear.” She then turned to Twilight, and nodded.

The young princess took a breath. “Some of you already know about what’s going on, in part if not in full, but now, you all need to be brought into the picture. I assume you all remember what happened during the recent Summer Sun Celebration?” At the nervous nods of the three civilians and the curt nod of the one Guardsmare, Twilight explained, “Well, something very important happened that day, and it played a big part in why we’re all here.”

Deep bangs sounded against the door, and Rockhoof braced himself against the bookcase he’d used as a barricade. “For a bunch of wee little furballs, they push pretty hard!”

“Well, this sickness is making them more aggressive than usual!” As Meadowbrook and her mother worked feverishly upon the potion that would end their current calamity, she idly noted, “Usually you don’t have to worry about being headbutted by a bunny!”

That prompted a laugh from the mighty stallion. “Now you’re just encouraging me to go out there and face them myself!”

“Darlin’, this potion should be purple, not pink!” The elder healer looked to her daughter as the cauldron before her boiled and bubbled. “We’re missin’ something!”

“On it, Mama!” She plucked a potion from the shelf and poured it into the cauldron. “We’re almost there, Rockhoof!”

“Good, because – !” Rockhoof’s response was interrupted as one bunny tore through the door. The rabbit had somehow garbed itself in blue war paint and a strap of leather as a makeshift bandolier, and screamed out in rage before Rockhoof headbutted it. The concussed rabbit was then tossed back outside as he continued, “Because we’re reachin’ the breakin’ point! Stygian, I could some help!”

“Right, sorry!” Upstairs, Stygian looked over the various potions and considered his options. He found one labeled with a picture of a tree, then tossed it and hoped for the best. “Have a taste of whatever this is, vermin!”

The bottle landed and cracked a small distance into the horde of approaching critters, its green contents bubbling into the ground. Seconds later, the ground rumbled, and a tree erupted out of the earth and became full-grown in a matter of seconds. Several of the attacking critters were trapped in its branches, and were too far away to climb into the window, so Stygian considered it a victory.

He then pulled another potion from the racks and tossed it out a little closer to home. This potion steamed once it reached the ground, and as the critters breathed in its fumes, they began to teeter and sway about in confusion.

“I think I’ve got the hang of this!” Stygian laughed and tossed out another potion, which conjured up illusory images of butterflies. These served to distract more of the onrushing horde, and the scholar took another go at it by tossing a fourth potion, this one marked with a bull’s head.

He suddenly realized that he’d made a terrible mistake as he saw the results of the potion, and rushed down the stairs. “Everypony, I fear I’ve just made things a lot worse!”

“Stygian, I doubt very much that anything you’ve done has – !”

Rockhoof’s reassurances were interrupted as the door was banged open, he and the bookcase barricade sent flying in the other direction. Standing on the other side of the door, the freshly-grown tree now an improvised battering ram, were a number of squirrels and rabbits, enlarged and granted musculature of almost cartoonish proportions.

The mighty earth pony regained his senses. “Alright, perhaps you did make things more difficult, but not to worry, I…”

“It’s ready! Out of the way!”

Neither stallion needed to be told twice as Meadowbrook and her mother dumped the cauldron in the direction of the attacking horde. Fumes from it wafted into the air as the liquid splashed over the afflicted critters, and many shook their heads in surprise before fleeing into the forest.

Meadowbrook herself heaved a sigh of relief. “If that potion worked the way it’s supposed to, then all those critters should be coming to their senses now. All the fungus was already collected, so they can’t eat more. All that’s left is for us to wait for nature to take its course and the last traces of it to get flushed from their bodies.”

“And maybe make more of this potion, just in case a few critters out there still need a dose of it.” Meadowbrook’s mother frowned at the state of her door. “Now as for this…”

“Oh, perhaps I can help with that.” Stygian’s horn glowed, and the door was almost instantly mended. “That’s a temporary fix at least.”

Rockhoof, meanwhile, busied himself with resetting the bookcase. “Aye, an’ perhaps while we clean up the mess we’ve made, Stygian and I can tell you of his plight.”

Meadowbrook had already reset her cauldron even as her mother had found a mop and bucket. “Ah would be more than happy to hear it. Ah only hope that ah can help.”

Stygian smiled. “I’ve no doubt that you can, my lady.”

All things considered, those ponies who had been metaphorically read into the secrets regarding the Elements of Harmony, the Tree of Harmony and Twilight’s research into its origins were taking things well. It helped that three of the four had at least a little knowledge of the surrounding events, though as for the relative newcomer…

Sunburst splashed himself with another cup of water, then took a second to dry his face before replacing his glasses and cloak. “I’m sorry, this is a lot to take in.” He turned back to the rest of the group and admitted, “I mean, a research project is one thing, but the fate of Equestria could very well depend upon what we’re able to discover. It’s… well, more than a little daunting.”

“And I would not have asked for your presence if I didn’t think you capable of providing assistance, Sunburst.” The scholar bowed his head slightly in embarrassment at Celestia’s reassurance. “And even if it doesn’t lead to the Chest being opened, these efforts have and will shed light on parts of Equestrian history that have been all but forgotten. That alone makes these efforts worthwhile.”

“To say nothing of what has already been discovered.” Luna turned to Twilight and smiled. “I assume that you brought with you copies of Meadowbrook’s journals?”

“Among other things yes, but I haven’t had a chance to go over them in depth. One edition had something in it that I thought would be very relevant, though.” At the dark-colored alicorn’s raised eyebrow, Twilight explained, “It mentioned her meeting Rockhoof and a pony named…”

“Stygian?” At the younger mare’s nod, Luna laughed. “I remember the aftermath of that little adventure!”

Celestia managed an enigmatic smile. “As do I. The scolding Star Swirl gave us for following after them.” She laughed. “But I think we’re getting sidetracked. The reason I summoned you here was that, in addition to Star Swirl’s athenaeum, he also kept a small study here in the castle. After some discussion with Princess Luna, I decided that it might well be time to investigate it, in the hopes that it would help further the research efforts.”

“Star Swirl had a study here in the castle?!” The youngest of the three alicorns looked between her two fellow royals in shock. “Why didn’t you mention this sooner?!”

“My sister didn’t mention it because up until this point, she didn’t believe that anything within it was of immediate concern.” Luna gestured to Moondancer and explained, “As you and your classmate are aware, Star Swirl kept the details regarding his magical research and the artifacts he crafted in his athenaeum. He reserved his study for other projects.”

“And my hesitance to bring it up was partly a desire to respect his privacy and partly due to my not having had a chance to examine it since his disappearance.” Celestia gestured to her sister and explained, “I had a great deal on my mind at the time.”

“That’s right, Star Swirl vanished within weeks of…” Sunrunner caught herself. “Excuse me for speaking out of turn, your Highnesses.”

“Your apologies are unnecessary, Lieutenant, and please, feel free to contribute your thoughts.” She looked over the other Guardsponies. “That goes for all of you.” Celestia then turned back to Twilight and explained, “In any case, now may well be the time to finally open his study. I’m certain he would protest were he here, but given the fate of Equestria may well depend upon what we find, he would likely understand.” She produced a set of keys and held them aloft with her magic. “Please, follow us.”

The two elder alicorns then led the gathered research team through the castle to one of its towers, where they found a locked wooden door. It was swiftly opened, for the first time in perhaps a thousand years, and stale air briefly mixed with fresh.

The group briefly coughed as the unicorns among them cast air freshening spells. Once the fit ended, however, the more academically-minded among them gasped. The study wasn’t nearly as grandiose as Star Swirl’s athenaeum had been, but the walls were packed with shelves filled with books and artifacts of all sorts, with closed chests sitting on the floor. Hanging from the ceiling was a globe ringed with models of the moon in its varying phases. On the opposite end of the room from the door was a writing desk adorned by a globe, a single circular window hanging above it.

“This is amazing!” What unease he had earlier was forgotten, and Sunburst eagerly looked over the chamber before he spied a mouse scurrying about. He let out a small gasp in shock as the mouse vanished, then turned squeamish. “That’s…not a good sign.”

“Hang on, let me try something.” Twilight’s horn glowed, and a soft light swept through the room. Cobwebs vanished, and all obvious traces of vermin or pests or anything that didn’t belong in the study vanished. “Now, let’s just hope that Star Swirl had the good sense to put in preservation spells.”

Twilight entered, and the rest of the group followed her in. Celestia and Luna brought up the rear, with the latter closing the door behind them as the former explained, “Star Swirl would often retire to these chambers, either to collect his thoughts at the end of the day or to simply ease his nerves after dealing with his two wayward charges.”

Lyra’s eyes went to one shelf marked by a placard. She frowned as the recognized the language, but couldn’t read it herself. “Hey guys, this looks important! Important enough to label in Old Ponish, anyway!”

Sunburst approached and read aloud the translation. “‘Legends of Magic’.”

Celestia smiled. “Star Swirl was quite fond of myths and legends regarding ponies of exceptional power. When he came across a story or song or legend, he would transcribe it. It wouldn’t surprise me if that was his collection.”

Luna laughed. “I recall him telling us some of them as entertainment. Most were tall tales, but a few had kernels of truth to them.”

“Looks like there’s a…” Sunburst paused as he took note of what was transcribed on the bindings. “Princess Twilight, you mentioned that Meadowbrook’s journals had her meeting Rockhoof, didn’t you?”

“Yes, why?”

“Well, both of them have entries here on the shelf.” Twilight approached as the scholar continued, “I’m also seeing ones for Mistmane, Somnambula and Flash Magnus, as well as Star Swirl himself.”

“Sounds like some of those stories weren’t tall tales or legends, but proper transcribed accounts.” Sunny Flare turned to the two elder princesses. “We do know that he met and worked with at least a couple of them, after all.”

“Indeed Lieutenant, he met all of them.” Luna yawned. “Now, if everypony will excuse me, I must return to my slumber, so that I may be rested for my duties this evening.”

“Of course, Luna. We’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow?” At her sister’s nod, Celestia smiled. “Good. Enjoy your rest.” As her sister opened the door behind her and departed, the elder alicorn noted, “And I fear that I must return to my duties as well. I’ll be back to check on you all in two hours’ time. If you need anything, you know what to do.”

“Reach out over the radio.” Her mentor nodded at her summation before she departed and closed the door behind her, and Twilight turned to her gathered team. “Alright everypony, let’s get to work. Sunburst, how about you, Lyra, Flash and Lieutenant Flare go over those volumes you pointed out? The rest of us will check over the rest of the room.”

Sour Sweet turned to her charge and asked, “We aren’t forgetting about Mage Meadowbrook’s journals, are we?”

“No, but I want to wait before diving back into them, at least until we have a better idea of what’s in here.”

The gathered ponies nodded, and the group set to work.

After an evening spent enjoying the hospitality of Meadowbrook and her community, the newly-expanded party set forth with full bellies and raised spirits. Rockhoof, in particular, was of bright mood as their journey continued.

“I hope that you don’t take this the wrong way, lass, but never have I seen so hearty an appetite in so fair a mare as yourself!” The mighty stallion laughed as he reasoned, “You must lead a very active life!”

Meadowbrook took the compliment as it was meant. “Well, Ah’m not quite as active as Ah once was. After Mama and Ah stopped an outbreak of swamp fever, Ah set out across the land to expand mah knowledge and help whoever Ah could. At least, until that village of zombie ponies encouraged me to be more of a homebody.”

Stygian’s face lit up with both shock and interest. “Zombie ponies?”

The mare laughed. “A legend for another time.”

Rockhoof joined her. “Aye, I can understand wantin’ to return home.” He briefly turned back as he admitted, “Should I be fortunate enough to live that long, I could see myself retirin’ to a place like this, away from the hustle and bustle.”

“Not to your own home?”

The mighty stallion frowned. “Lass, as much as I wish otherwise, my home is at the foot of a volcano. It may not happen today or tomorrow or for a hundred moons hence, but one day, the village I grew up in will be gone. I’ll fight tooth and hoof to hold that day off as long as I can, mind, but time comes for us all. And a peaceful end is hardly a terrible one. Better to do it surrounded by nature’s splendor than its fury.”

“I can relate to that, given the number of storms my village has seen.” Stygian bowed his head. “The day all of this started, I was supposed to help one of my neighbors with preparations for a harvest. Weeds needed to be pulled, baskets woven…” He sighed. “They may not even be there by the time this is done.”

A gentle hoof found itself upon his shoulder, and the scholar turned to the healer. “Don’t fret over what’s beyond your ability to change, Stygian. You’re here, acting to save your village. And it will be there waiting for you.”

“Aye, and we’ll trounce this beastie before it attacks anywhere else!”

Rockhoof’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Stygian’s mood brightened. “Indeed we shall, but we’ll need the help of others yet. Ponies who are swift and brave, and I know of one who fits that description perfectly.”

The party continued onwards, days passing by. Much like Rockhoof, Meadowbrook made for pleasant company, but more and more, it felt as though Stygian was less of a presence. He had mixed feelings about that, never having really wanted to stand out and glad that the two were getting on so well, but still…

In any case, some weeks after their departure from the Hayseed Swamps, the group closed in on their destination, Stygian at the head even as his compatriots continued on their latest topic.

“You really haven’t given thought to your own children?” Meadowbrook smiled in a teasing way at Rockhoof. “You seem to me the sort to enjoy being a grandpappy.”

The mighty stallion blushed. “Well, a life like mine…”

Stygian cleared his throat at the trio crested a hill. “Sorry to interrupt, but we’ve arrived at last!”

“Ah, excellent!” Rockhoof sounded relieved at the change in subject. He then looked about and groused, “This is the training grounds for the Cloudsdale Royal Legion? I don’t see a single soldier here! What sort of lax discipline is this?!” Meadowbrook tapped his shoulder, and he followed her raised hoof upwards. “Ah. Never mind then.”

High above them in the sky were barracks and buildings comprised of cloud, with many armored pegasi flying about among them. Some were in formation, clearly on exercises of one sort or another, while others moved individually between one building or another.

Before any of them could ask how to get somepony’s attention, a voice called out from above. “Halt!” One of the pegasi swooped down to regard them, “Who goes there?! State your business!”

Stygian was too intimidated to speak, so Rockhoof stepped forward. “Who goes there?! I should be asking that question of you!”

The pegasus turned indignant. “I am Grimhoof! Fifth-fastest flyer in the Royal Legion and Watch Commander for Headquarters!”

“Oh, you’re a guard then!” The mighty stallion snorted. “Did the wind blow away all the scarecrows?! Look at you, skin and bones! You cannae guard a secret!”

Grimhoof scowled and barked, “Who in the Maker’s name do you think you are?!”

“Rockhoof! Hero of the North and a soldier of the Mighty Helm!”

“Oh, some big shot from the backwater, huh?!”

“Backwater?! The Mighty Helm is the wall that keeps this nation safe!”

“And you look like you’d fly about as well as a wall!”

“Stallions, please!” Stygian’s shout caught their attention, and he calmed down as he continued, “We aren’t here to start a fight!”

Grimhoof regarded the scholar with a blank look before a laugh escaped his muzzle. Rockhoof joined in as the pegasus asked, “Not soldiers, are they?”

“Nay! A scholar and a healer, but as brave as any soldiers I’ve met!” The mighty stallion regained himself and shook his head. “No Stygian, I’m just giving Buckethead here a hard time.”

“Yeah, if we were going to fight, we wouldn’t have spent so much time talking!” At their confused expressions, the pegasus sighed. “Don’t worry about it. Anyway, I do need to know what business brings you here.”

“Aye, of course. We’re here to ask for the assistance of one of your comrades. Flash…something or other.”

“Flash Magnus.”

“Aye, that fellow. Do ye know him?”

Grimhoof nodded. “I’ve served alongside him. He’s perhaps the bravest stallion born in Cloudsdale, and an inspiration for all of us.” His tone turned curt. “But I’m afraid you can’t speak with him. Flash has gone to the front.”

“The front?” Meadowbrook approached. “But Equestria’s at peace.”

“For now, ma’am, yes, but war’s right on the horizon, and we need every able soldier in the air to head off the start of it.”

Stygian shrank nervously. “This can’t be happening! We can’t…!”

Rockhoof flashed an eager smile. “Fret not. We’ll have this won before it even starts.” Rockhoof turned back to Grimhoof. “Point us to where this war’s going to start, lad. I’ll take care of it.”

The pegasus looked less than confident at the mighty stallion’s boast. “With all due respect, I doubt that.”

Rockhoof laughed. “Lad, have ye even heard of me? I fought a volcano and won! I’ve shifted the course of rivers! I’ve fought lumber bears, Ursa Majors, and even normal ones! I’ve eaten an entire boat’s worth of oats in one sitting! Whatever’s threatening Equestria, I can handle it!”

“So I guess scuttlebutt was right after all.” Flash Sentry gave Sunny Flare a surprised look, and she responded with a grin. “You and Princess Twilight?”

Twilight briefly paused as Flash blushed. “I don’t see a problem with it.”

“Nor do I.” She then turned to the princess and remarked, “You take care of him, ma’am. He’s a rare breed.”

Sunburst looked at the pair in confusion before Flash clarified, “We went to the Academy together.” He then tipped his head to the other two Guardsponies in the room and explained, “All four of us did, just like all four of you went to Princess Celestia’s school.”

The scholar turned, and the lone unarmored Guardspony turned. “First Lieutenant Sour Sweet. I was assigned to Princess Twilight’s security detail some weeks ago.” She then turned her attention to Sunny and noted, “Speaking of assignments, looks like someone’s fulfilling the family legacy after all.”

Sunny Flare rolled her eyes. “I suppose it was a no-brainer, me ending up in the Night Guard. Still, if I ever get the chance to transfer, I will.”

Sunburst shook his head. “No offense, but I think that’s enough surprises to drop on me for now.” He opened a tome and inspected the contents. “Anyway, it looks like Star Swirl put some very strong protection spells on these books. I’m not seeing any degradation to the elements.”

“That’s a relief.” Twilight’s attention turned to a chest that rested near the opposite wall to the bookshelf that Sunburst had been inspecting, one that Moondancer was already looking over. “What’s wrong?”

“Star Swirl had no problem leaving those books out in the open, right?” The mare’s horn was already glowing as she magically swept over the lock. “Well, what do you think that implies about the contents of this chest?”

“Step back and let me handle that, ma’am.” Moondancer complied as Sour Sweet approached the chest.

As the rest of her group busied themselves with the chest, Sunrunner slipped off her helmet and tucked it into one of her panniers. “All of a sudden, I feel as useful as the ‘g’ in lasagna.” She noticed a sympathetic sigh from Sunburst, before the scholar gave her a quick double-take. “Something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing. Sorry.” Sunburst turned his attention back to the books before him and remarked, “Anyway, these are amazing. This volume here, the one Star Swirl transcribed about himself? I’m seeing entries here about experiences he had both before and after the founding of Equestria. There’s even entries here about his time instructing Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.”

“Really?!” Twilight stomped her hooves gleefully. “I’ll need to make a copy of that! If we can corroborate it with the journal Celestia and Luna left in their castle…eee!”

Moondancer raised an eyebrow in Twilight’s direction. “I thought that you’d lost that hero worship for Star Swirl.”

The young princess’s enthusiasm ebbed. “A little, somewhat.” One of her hooves brushed against the floor as she admitted, “I’m well aware of Star Swirl’s faults and flaws. But the fact remains that he was still a genius when it came to magic, and learning about his life and how he touched those of other ponies? I can’t pass that up, now can I? Besides, Equestria deserves to know the complete truth behind the ponies who helped to found it, warts and all.”

Sour smiled as she unlocked the chest and gently opened it. “Well, for all his faults, he knew how to protect records. Scrolls like these would’ve easily been food for moths and rats.” She stepped aside as Moondancer pulled one such scroll from the chest and unfurled it. “Any idea what’s on them?”

“They look like genealogical charts.” Moondancer pressed the scroll flat as she could and gestured with one hoof. “Names, date markers, tribes, everything.”

“Whose family is the chart for?”

“It doesn’t name a family, but it’s marked ‘Lineage of the Pillar of Hope’, and I’m seeing Somnambula’s name here.” The scroll was rolled back up as Moondancer surmised, “These could very well be the recorded family trees of each of the ponies Stygian gathered to fight Basso Profundo.”

“I’m going to want a look at those too.” Twilight grinned with a blush as she admitted, “I’ve put together genealogical records for myself and as many ponies as I know going back as far as I can. For all I know, somepony here might be among their descendants.”

That caught Sunburst by surprise. “You mean one of us could be related to Star Swirl?”

Twilight shook her head. “That’s probably not the case. From what Celestia told me about him, Star Swirl didn’t have any sort of romantic inclinations. He might well have been asexual.”

“Well, there’s seven scrolls in here, so we’ll see.” Sour Sweet shut the chest, then turned to Twilight. “With all due respect, ma’am, I think we might be getting sidetracked. All of these are no doubt of great historical value, but we need to tighten our focus. Otherwise, we won’t find anything relevant to the Tree of Harmony.”

Twilight frowned, then nodded. “You’re right. One rabbit hole at a time.”

“Well, maybe we should start with what we know is relevant?” Sunburst plucked a trio of books from the shelf and explained, “These two are the entries for Rockhoof and Meadowbrook, and this third one is regarding Mistmane. And if you’ll give me a second…” His horn glowed with a light yellow aura, and not only did the selected volumes take on a similar glow, so did the remaining ones on the shelf. “There we go. Magic highlighter spell. It won’t have any lasting effects on the books and it can be removed without any trouble, but they should help us find any relevant words or phrases for the search.”

“Nice thinking, Sunburst!” Twilight claimed the entry for Meadowbrook as the other two selected tomes went to Moondancer and Lyra. “Was that an adaptation of the Googleplex Search spell?”

“Yes! Oh, and…” Another bit of spellwork, and the volumes glowed once more. “Maybe combined with the Wicker Speedy enchantment, that might point us to collaborative evidence. I’m surprised you recognized them on sight.” He caught himself and admitted, “Well, maybe I shouldn’t be…”

“I live in and run a library. And after the trouble I had finding the one book I needed on the Elements of Harmony when I needed it, I figured knowing spells like that would come in handy.” Twilight smiled. “And I’m not surprised that you know about them. You did attend Princess Celestia’s school, and you probably continued your magical training at whatever other school you transferred to.”

That caused the stallion to shrink slightly. “Right. Transferred, yes.”

That prompted some interest from the other ponies present, particularly Lyra and Sunrunner. The former approached and gently prodded, “Sunburst? You did transfer schools, didn’t you?”

Embarrassment became clear on the scholar’s face as he admitted, “No. I flunked out.” As his former classmates looked at him in shock, he explained, “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got all sorts of magical knowledge. Learning spells, recognizing them based on their intended effects, reconstructing them, I can do all of that easy. You ask me to write an essay, no problem, but practical applications beyond the basics? That’s way out of my league.”

“But how did you get into Celestia’s school in the first place?” Moondancer gestured around as she explained, “I mean, we all took a written test, but there was a practical too. We all had to try and hatch a dragon egg.” She turned to Twilight. “And some of us did more than just ‘try’.”

Sunburst shrugged. “I managed to generate a little bit of heat around the dragon egg. That seemed to be enough to satisfy the ponies overseeing the test.” He slumped and admitted, “Beyond that, I didn’t manage much. Couldn’t manage much. Eventually, I just couldn’t keep up anymore and went home. I’m just glad that Princess Celestia pointed me towards a different school shortly afterwards, one where I could get a library studies degree. Thank the Maker for that.”

Sunrunner tilted her head to one side. “Let me guess, your family was less than thrilled about what happened?”

“Actually, my father was pretty supportive. My mother…” The scholar frowned. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but my mom can be…driven. And controlling.”

“Kind of a Type-A personality?”

Sunburst nodded. “It was her decision that I go to the School for Gifted Unicorns. And after I came back, she went crazy over what I was going to do next. ‘You have to have a plan, Sunburst! You can’t just bury your nose in books, Sunburst!’ She still sends me letters, trying to micromanage my life!” He groaned. “If it wasn’t for my grandparents, I’d think she was trying to have me live up to some crazy family legacy, or stack up against my cousin.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. You don’t need to hear about my family drama.”

Twilight flashed a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, we don’t mind.”

“In fact, your story sounds more than a little familiar.” Lyra giggled at Sunrunner’s summation as the mare continued, “Next thing you’re going to tell us is that you had a childhood friend that you lost track… of…” She recognized the look on Sunburst’s face, groaned and face-hoofed. “Don’t tell me.”

“Her name was Starlight Glimmer. What I lacked in spellcasting talent, she had in spades. We did everything together. I hardly remember us ever being apart, until the day I got my cutie mark.” Sunburst turned somber as he admitted, “We were playing together in her house. You guys know that game with the blocks? You take one out of the stack and put it on top, and keep doing that until the tower falls? We were doing that with books, until the tower fell.” He lifted the hem of his cloak to reveal his cutie mark, a sun with rays shining forth to the right and dotted with small four-pointed stars. “I acted on instinct, caught every book in my magic before the tower could fall on her and put all the books back on the empty shelves. Got this in the process.” The cloak fell as he continued, “And the first thing I did was rush right past her, find my parents and show off my new cutie mark, never mind even checking to make sure that she was okay.”

Flash laid a hoof on his shoulder. “You were young, a kid. Kids make mistakes.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t even get a chance to see her again before I got whisked off to the SfGU. I tried to reconnect after I came back, but by then, she’d gotten her own cutie mark and left for parts unknown.” The scholar sighed. “She’d already been through enough before then. Her mother had died, her father was distant, and then I was gone. She must’ve thought that I’d abandoned her.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Flash tried to give the other stallion a supportive smile. “Regardless, what she did or didn’t do is on her, not on you.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself. Still, if either of us should’ve gone to Canterlot…” Sunburst sighed and shook his head, then turned to Sunrunner. “How did you know that was coming? My life story isn’t that clichéd, is it?”

Sunrunner managed a half-smile. “No, but my coltfriend and I lived through something similar. You and he have a lot in common.” She laughed. “Still, he and I found each other again. Maybe you and her will too.”

A sad smile formed on Sunburst’s muzzle before Sunny Flare coughed. “Well, if we’re done with this impromptu sharing session, perhaps we can get back to work?”

“Yeah, let’s do that before the coincidences add up even more.” Lyra laughed. “Next thing we know, that cousin’s gonna be Sunset Shimmer.” At the surprised expression on Sunburst’s face, she and Sunrunner cried out in unison, “OH COME ON!”

Rockhoof’s bluster faded as he faced the challenge before them. “You know, I may have spoken too soon.”

The trio, now joined by Grimhoof, looked up at the sight before them. Pegasi of the Royal Legion were arrayed in the air, their numbers growing with every passing second. Opposite them, however, were at least a dozen dragons. Some looked little different from winged serpents at this distance, but the one that appeared to be leading them clearly had arms and legs in addition to wings, so bulky were they compared to his serpentine body that they couldn’t be noticed.

“The treaty is clear!” High above, an amber-colored pegasus shouted loud enough to be heard. “If dragons cross this line, then they are at war with Equestria and her allies! The Royal Legion will allow you to go no further!”

“HUZZAH!” roared the gathered pegasi.

The lead dragon seemed less than impressed. “Listen to you! Flash Magnus thinks he’s some kind of hero just for surviving going up against the dragons! You may have wings, pony, but the skies belong to us! You get in our way, and you get burned!”

“YEAH!” roared the gathered dragon horde.

Stygian’s eyes darted between the two forces. He doubted very much that either Grimhoof or Rockhoof would be able to claim Flash Magnus’s attention, especially with several fire-breathing dragons right on the verge of attacking. But they had to do something to put a stop to this. The danger posed by Basso Profundo was perhaps greater than the dragons. If only there was a dragon who could…

“If that’s your answer, then so be it!”

An idea flashed through the scholar’s mind, and he prayed that it would work as he dashed forward.

“Prepare to burn, little…!”

“KNUCKERBOCKER!” Both Flash Magnus and the lead dragon halted their advance and turned their attention to Stygian as he called out, “I invoke the name of Knuckerbocker to request a temporary cease in hostilities between the Royal Legion and the dragons!”

Both the pegasus and the dragon looked perplexed, though the latter recovered enough to respond. “How do you know of Knuckerbocker, unicorn?”

“He provided aid to me in my quest, and I am here to ask for that of Flash Magnus in order to defeat a terrible evil which may threaten both our races!”

The dragon rolled his eyes. “That sounds unlikely.”

By this point, Flash Magnus was sufficiently de-perplexed to respond. “Now is not the time to be making requests, unicorn! This place is about to become a battlefield! Head home before you get hurt!”

“Now listen here you hard-headed, fancy-feathered, sky-trotting, glorified cloud-pusher!” Rockhoof stepped forward, stood at his friend’s side and bellowed, “You’ve got a lot of nerve shouting down a pony half your size! D’you think you’re big enough to shout me down?!”

The dragon turned to Flash Magnus in disbelief. “Do you know these ponies?”

“No.” The pegasus then turned his attention back to Stygian and Rockhoof and noticed his comrade among them. “Grimhoof, kindly explain to these earthbound ponies how unwise it is to meddle in an argument between pegasi and dragons!”

“Oi! I’m not talkin’ to him or the oversized iguana! I’m talkin’ to you, you namby-pamby pretty colt!” Rockhoof’s shouts were clear as day as he continued, “And you want to talk about unwise?! Ignoring Rockhoof, Hero of the North, is about the most unwise thing a pony can do! Now get your feathered flank down here, or I’ll drag you down here myself!”

The dragon quirked an eyebrow at Rockhoof. “There are only two things keeping me from incinerating that pony right now. The first is that I’m actually impressed with his sheer audacity, and the second is that his friend invoked Knuckerbocker’s name. It’s the rare dragon that doesn’t treat him with respect, and the few who don’t are all too young to know better.”

Flash Magnus groaned. “Then I guess I’ll have to handle this. I won’t be long.”

“Of course. Take your time, we’ll be waiting.”

Flash Magnus then flew down to address the group properly. “Alright then, state your business.”

Rockhoof gave his friend and encouraging push, and Stygian stepped forward. “My name is Stygian, sir. I seek your aid against a creature that has attacked my home village.”

“What kind of creature exactly?”

As his two associated conversed with one another, Stygian explained. “We’ve come to call it a ‘Siren’. It’s like a kelpie, but vastly more powerful. It’s placed the entire population of my village under its hypnotic spell and is causing them to fight one another whilst simultaneously draining them of their magic.”

Flash Magnus landed. “Like a kelpie? So you think it came from the sea?”

“Yes, and it entranced my friends and neighbors in hardly any time at all, just by singing.”

The pegasus pondered that. “Well, that does sound like it could be a threat to Equestria. That being said, the Royal Legion is dedicated to protecting Equestria’s skies. Belligerent dragons, rogue griffons, the occasional roc, all of those are in my purview. How close to the coast is your village?”

“About an hour’s trot. And the Siren can fly.”

“Alright then, but why me specifically? Why not the whole legion?”

“Lad, sendin’ an entire army of pegasi against this thing, best case scenario, is going to see a lot of ponies killed.” Rockhoof stepped to Stygian’s side and elaborated, “Worst case, they’ll be put under the monster’s spell. Either way, they’ll fuel that thing’s appetite and be of no help. And that’s assumin’ somepony higher up the chain doesn’t interfere. A small group of heroes is what’s needed here, and the three of us fit that description.”

“Alright, fine, but how did you escape? For all I know, you could be under that thing’s influence and leading us into a trap.”

“I had beeswax stuffed in my ears. The song couldn’t affect me because I couldn’t hear it.”

“And if’n the lad were under the creature’s spell, then he wouldn’t have helped myself and Meadowbrook with our troubles. Speaking of, if we were to propose a peaceful solution to this matter with the dragons, would ye be willing to lend your aid to the quest?”

Flash Magnus considered that. “Well, better no fight and everypony going home whole than a lot of dead and injured any day.” He turned to Stygian and noted, “And you invoking the name of one of them seemed to help set a truce. But…” Then something clicked in his mind. “Wait, Meadowbrook? As in Mage Meadowbrook, the healer?!” He turned to the mare. “That’s you?!”

The mare nodded. “Indeed, and Ah believe if you give me the chance to talk to the dragons’ leader, Ah might be able to solve all of this.”

Flash Magnus thoughtfully rubbed his chin with one hoof, then turned about and called, “Hey, you mind coming down here for a second? The mare here would like to talk with you!”

The lead dragon did as requested, then turned to the mare. “Explain yourself, earth pony.”

“Sir, Ah noticed that the membranes of your wings appear to be thinning.”

The dragon blinked in surprise. “You have exceptionally keen eyesight.” He then spread one wing and gestured with his claw. “Indeed. I and my clan are afflicted with a disease we call ‘wingbreak’. It causes the scales in our wings to rot away. Without the membranes, we cannot fly.”

Flash Magnus and Grimhoof both looked at one another in surprise before the former turned back to the dragon. “Wait, you came here because you’re sick? Why here?!”

“Because the only cure for wingbreak is a plant which only grows in this area. We’re fully aware the treaty bans dragons from passing through this region save for specific circumstances, migrations and the like, but we hoped to collect what we needed and be gone before we could be noticed.”

“Okay, fine, but why not just explain yourselves? We could’ve saved a great deal of trouble!”

The dragon scowled. “Because we didn’t think you ponies would be crazy enough to fight a horde of dragons! Our wings might be infected, but we still have claws, teeth, and we can still breath fire hot enough to reduce a pony to ash!” The scowl deepened as he admitted, “And if the infection is present too long, then the wings don’t grow back. Time wasn’t on our side, at least not enough to make a proper diplomatic request.”

Rockhoof rolled his eyes. “Bureaucracy. It’s the bane of all our lives.”

The dragon nodded as Meadowbrook continued, “Well, Ah admit that Ah’ve never treated a dragon before, but Ah’ve seen similar symptoms in other creatures. Crocodiles, for example, sometimes get a condition that Ah know as ‘scalerot’. It’s possible that the two conditions are one and the same, or at least within the same family.” She reached into her bags and produced a vial. “This potion cures it in them practically overnight, and the ingredients are easier to grow than weeds.”

The dragon claimed the vial and inspected it. “Do we drink it, or rub it on the membranes?”

“You drink it. One dose is usually enough for a crocodile, though Ah’ll admit, Ah don’t know the exact dosage for a dragon.”

The dragon studied the vial, then turned and whistled. “Skar!” One of the other dragons, thin and reed-like compared to the leader and clearly further along in their condition, landed. “Drink this. If this works as well as the pony says, then you’re cured.”

Skar did as told, popped the cork from the vial and downed it in one gulp. The skinny dragon then shivered and commented in a feminine voice, “Chilly going down…” Her attention then turned to her wings as she stretched them, then flapped them. The dead scales sloughed off, and new, healthy flesh emerged underneath. “Holy fewmets! My wings haven’t looked this good since my molt!”

At his companion’s gleeful inspection of her wings, the lead dragon then turned to Meadowbrook and asked, “I don’t suppose you have a recipe on you?”

As Meadowbrook set about transcribing the inscription, Flash Magnus then turned to Stygian with some relief. “It seems my issue has been dealt with. So where exactly is your village?”

“Near the South Luna Ocean, but we aren’t heading there yet. Our next stop is New Anugypt.”

The pegasus shrugged. “Fine, but we’re going to need to stock up.”

“That dry desert country? No joke, lad.” Rockhoof turned to Grimhoof and asked, “I dinnae suppose you can point me to a merchant who sells water pouches?”

As Grimhoof gave him directions, Flash Magnus turned back to Stygian and asked, “Finally, how did you know that invoking another dragon’s name would work?”

“Truthfully, I didn’t. It was the only thing that I could think to do.”

Magnus smiled. “Well, I’m glad that it did. Better a laugh over this than a funeral any day.”

After a round of laughs, especially from Lyra and Sunrunner, the group finally calmed down and dove into their work. Twilight carefully extracted the materials that she’d brought with her from Ponyville from her panniers and those of Sour Sweet and Lyra, and replicated the spells that Sunburst had performed on their new resources upon them. She turned to the Guardsponies among them and offered, “There’s plenty to go around if anypony wants to step in.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Sunny Flare pulled the remaining entries from the shelf, then passed the one dedicated to Flash Magnus off to the two pegasi among them before joining Sour Sweet with the remaining volume. “That being said, we’re soldiers, not scholars.”

“Scholars don’t know everything, Lieutenant. You might find something that we miss.”

That satisfied the other mare, and work proceeded in silence until a voice called forth. “Halt, you reading this book!” Heads turned to the Mistmane volume as the unfamiliar voice continued, “Yes, you! Do not read the tales of Mistmane in your cramped study surrounded by spiders and dust!”

Lyra frowned and turned the volume about to reveal a picture of Star Swirl. “Twilight, I think Star Swirl might’ve enchanted this volume.”

Twilight and Sunburst gasped and approached the book as the illustration continued, “Honor the memory of the great sorceress. Take this book into the gardens and read in the beauty that reflects her own.”

That caused the two ponies to balk. “But we can’t! Ultraviolet radiation will damage the book!”

“Not to mention the bugs, and lying in the grass…” Sunburst whined. “Do we have to?”

Twilight flipped a page in her magic, only to flip several more and see a picture of Star Swirl scowling at her and the text replaced with a perfectly legible “Go Outside”. She groaned. “I guess.” She then pouted and declared, “But not right this second! We’ll do it when we’re good and ready!”

Lyra frowned, but closed the book without further protest. “You’d almost think that Star Swirl didn’t want any of this found.”

“Well ma’am, he does seem the secretive sort.” The volume was placed back on the shelf, and Sunny Flare suggested, “Maybe you can continue where Princess Twilight left off with Meadowbrook’s journals instead for now?”

Lyra nodded. “That’s a compromise I can work with.”

“You might want to start with this one.” Sour gently set one volume down in front of the minty green unicorn and explained, “That’s the journal that elaborates on when Meadowbrook met Stygian and Rockhoof.”

The mare sighed in relief. “Thanks.”

Fortunately, none of the other entries had similar enchantments in place, but as time passed, the scholars and soldiers halted one by one and closed their volumes. Sunburst was the first to do so as he looked up from the volume on Star Swirl and Twilight’s copy of the Journal of the Two Sisters. “Well, the good news is that there are entries in these two books that line up with one another, but there’s nothing in Star Swirl’s accounts of his exploits about the Tree of Harmony.”

“And I never found anything about it in his athenaeum either.” Moondancer idly went through the pages of the volume before her. “I think these might just be entries regarding their solo adventures, rather than anything about their meetings or collaborations. We already know that Rockhoof met Meadowbrook, but I’m not seeing any mention of her here in the stories Star Swirl collected about him.”

“Same here with the entries he wrote about Meadowbrook. No mention of Rockhoof or anypony else.” Twilight turned to the Guardsponies. “What about all of you?”

“Well, nothing about anypony else in Somnambula’s book, but none of these stories are ones that I’ve read before.” Sour shrugged. “Admittedly, she’s probably the most obscure of the ponies we’re researching here, other than Stygian.”

“And Flash Magnus’s book isn’t…” Sunrunner tilted her head curiously, then looked to Twilight. “Princess, you said that chest had genealogical records in it, right?” At Twilight’s nod, she asked, “Can you cast those same spells you used on the books with those records, and the ones you brought with you?”

Flash gave her a puzzled look. “Even if this was a good time, Warbler, I don’t think digging through family trees is going to get us anything.”

“Maybe not, but…” The flame-haired pegasus flashed a hopeful smile. “Humor me?”

Twilight shrugged, then opened the chest and repeated her spell work on the scrolls therein. “What’s brought this on?”

“Well, I saw a name come up in one of the stories recorded here, one I’d never heard about Flash Magnus, and that got me curious.” Sunrunner approached the chest and carefully extracted the scrolls until she found the one she was looking for, then went to the records Twilight brought with her. “I’m guessing all of you know who Flash Prance was?”

“The unicorn general who defeated a horde of dragons when they attacked Baltimare?” Sunburst adjusted his glasses. “Of course, a spell was named after him. But he lived and died long after Star Swirl and everypony else we’re researching vanished.”

“I know, but there’s a line from a movie I saw when I was a filly.” She found two more scrolls among those Twilight brought and smiled. “They all have families.” She then looked about and asked, “Can somepony put these up against the wall? Flash Magnus’s scroll in the middle, the other two on each side.”

Sour did as her comrade asked, and Flash Sentry sat up and took interest. “Hey, one of those is my family tree!” He then shrugged and admitted, “Well, part of it anyway.”

Sunrunner grinned as she explained, “There’s a pony mentioned in one of Flash Magnus’s recorded tales, a mare in the Cloudsdale Royal Legion named Nimbus Dash.” She gestured to the genealogical record for Flash Magnus to details recorded for a pony to his right. “My Old Ponish probably isn’t as good as anypony else’s here, but…”

Twilight gasped. “Oh my gosh! They got married!” She followed the lines and realized, “And they had children! And that’s ignoring Flash Magnus’s siblings and their children!”

“And when this record ends, four generations have passed. That’s, what, a hundred years or so?”

“And generational spans have grown since then along with pony lifespans.” Moondancer tilted her head as she studied the chart. “But I’m not seeing where you’re going with this.”

“Here.” Sunrunner gestured with one wing to the lowest listings. “Among Flash Magnus’s great-grandfoals is a male unicorn, born 101 UE.”

Moondancer’s eyes widened briefly as she translated the entry. “Flash Prance.” She then turned to Sunrunner and offered, “Don’t you think you’re reaching a bit?”

“Hey, reaching got us this far. If nothing else, the timeframe fits.” She then gestured with a wing back to the top. “Anyway, there wasn’t a single line of descent. Another line produced a pegasus stallion named Stratus Dash.” She gestured to the chart to the left of Flash Magnus’s and pointed to one of the ponies near the top. “Now, I can buy that more than one ponies could have the words ‘Stratus’ and ‘Dash’ in their names, but two ponies born on the same day of the same year, with that same name? Both stallions? Both pegasi? That’s stretching coincidence just a little too far.”

“Okay, fine, but…” Moondancer’s eyes drifted to the bottom of the scroll. “Wait a second, this is Rainbow Dash’s family tree! You’re not saying…!”

“That she and Flash Magnus are related.” Sunrunner gestured to the other chart and grinned at her fellow pegasus Guardspony. “And she’s not the only one.”

“Really?” Flash Sentry looked over the dates as he admitted, “I mean, it’s not impossible, but I don’t have as much information to go on as Rainbow Dash did, and besides, the pegasi in my mom’s family are rare. Same with unicorns.”

“Genetics is a very complicated science, Hopper.” Sunrunner grinned. “Just saying.”

The stallion considered that, then nervously laughed. “Well, I guess it is possible, but it’s not like we could do a DNA test.”

A knock sounded at the door before it opened to reveal Princess Celestia. “Hello everypony. Any progress?”

“Less than we’d like.” Twilight turned nervous as she admitted, “We’ve found some interesting information, even come up with some theories regarding family lines, but…”

“Family lines?” Celestia’s eyes went from the genealogical charts to the chest. She pulled the remaining scrolls from it and examined them until she found one in particular. “Oh my stars, I can’t believe…” At the curious expressions on her subjects’ faces, she smiled and unfurled the scroll so that all could see. “Star Swirl didn’t just keep family records for his fellow heroes. He kept them for my sister and I as well.”

Sunburst looked at the scroll’s header, and translated from Old Ponish. “The House of Everstar?”

“Mine and Luna’s ancestral house, our family line among the alicorns.” The elder alicorn turned wistful as she admitted, “We were the youngest of eight siblings. I think that made things easier for our tribe politically when Star Swirl came and sought us out to assume the throne of Equestria. Even easier when our two next-oldest brothers came with us.” She gestured to pictograms depicting two alicorn stallions parallel to those depicting herself and Luna. “Cosmos and Astron have long since passed, but their legacies live on. Most of you have even met one of Astron’s heirs.”

Sunrunner grinned. “Let me guess, Prince Blueblood?”

“The very same. Astron and Princess Platinum made for quite a pair.”

“It’s good that you remember them.” Celestia turned to Lyra to find her looking conflicted. “Sorry, it’s just been so long and…”

“And there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” At her former student’s nod, Celestia frowned. “Do you wish to speak to me about it? In private?”

Lyra stood up and asked, “Could Twilight accompany us? Please?”

Celestia noticed the hopeful look on her fellow alicorn’s face, and nodded. “Of course.” She then noticed the lone tome left on the shelves and sighed. “Star Swirl put an enchantment on that one, didn’t he?”

Moondancer nodded. “We can’t read it unless we’re outside.”

The Princess of the Sun sighed. “Him and his enchantments.” She then turned to her former students and explained, “I’m afraid the enchantment will only allow you to read the book’s contents once its conditions are met.”

Sunburst plucked the book from the shelf with some frustration. “Out in the sunshine then.” He turned to Twilight with an anxious look. “You’ll catch up with us later?”

“Of course. Go ahead.” Twilight then turned to Sour Sweet and Sunny Flare. “Could the two of you wait outside please?”

The two Guardsponies briefly regarded her, but acquiesced at Celestia’s nod. Once the door closed behind them, Celestia turned to face the remaining pair and asked, “Now, what’s all this about?”

“Princess, I…” Lyra mustered what courage she could and explained, “Recently, I found out that somepony tampered with my memories. I told Twilight about it, and we were hoping that you might know something about it.”

“Not that you were responsible or anything, of course.”

Celestia shook her head. “I know what she meant, Twilight. Don’t worry.” She grew reserved as she admitted, “And unfortunately, I don’t think this is the place to discuss it. We need to head somewhere else, the Restricted Section of the Canterlot Library.”

That caught Twilight’s attention. “Restricted section?”

“Yes. I have a theory that I want to test first, but if I’m right, there’s something there that will shed light on Lyra’s condition.”

Twilight nodded and packed up the research material that she’d brought with her. “Then let’s go.”

Author's Note

And here we go. This installment adapts a little bit from the events of the first and third issues of the Legends of Magic series, written by Jeremy Whitley with art by Brenda Hickey and Amy Mebberson (on issue #1) and Heather Breckel (on issue #3). It also acknowledges events depicted in The Cutie Re-Mark, Part 2 as written by Josh Haber, and makes nods to The Crystalling, also written by Josh Haber, and The Parent Map, written by Dave Rapp. The spells mentioned are references to the works of Reality Check, while the name of Celestia and Luna's family house is used with permission from Princess-Level-Up.

Details regarding Celestia and Luna's family are drawn from fanon, as well as details from the making of the My Little Pony movie. We might not hear more about Astron, but Cosmos is going to come up again.

Chapter Four - Hold Onto Hope

The journey from Cloudsdale to New Anugypt was a long one, something that weighed heavily on Stygian’s mind as the party continued on its way. Those thoughts gained even more weight, however, due to their newest party member.

“If it’s so important that this Siren be defeated, then why aren’t we going after it now?” Flash Magnus had deigned to walk among them rather than fly, though he was doing a poor job of hiding his frustration. “I think that between the four of us, we can defeat it.”

Stygian frowned as he led the party onward. “As much as I want to save my home and my friends, I don’t think that we should rush into this. If we only go in half-prepared, we might fall under Basso’s spell as well. And if that happens, who will save us?”

“Lad’s right, fancy feathers.” Rockhoof’s tone was firm as he explained, “I’ve learned time an’ again that thinkin’ things through and takin’ your time to do the job right is always the best course of action. You cannae just go chargin’ in and hope for the best.” He nodded towards Meadowbrook. “If’n you’re lucky, you might even be able to avoid some trouble that way.”

Magnus chose to relent. “Apologies. Patience isn’t a virtue that I’m very good at practicing.” He looked to Stygian and remarked, “You must be worried about them.”

The unicorn nodded. “The day Basso Profundo arrived, I was supposed to help a neighbor with preparations for an apple harvest. Miss Malus is an old mare, and what family she has is spread far and wide.” He bowed his head. “I only hope that she and everypony else is alright.”

The pegasus offered an encouraging grin. “She will be.” The group found themselves approaching a village as Magnus prodded, “So who are we looking for here? What do they have to offer?”

“Well, all heroes have some elements or skills that allow them to be of aid to others. Rockhoof is strong, while you’re fast.”

“Perhaps, but I don’t think that’s my defining trait.”

“Still, it takes a lot of speed to outfly dragons, or rescue griffon cubs from an oncoming storm.” He gestured back to the lone mare among them. “And Meadowbrook has a connection with nature. That isn’t an obvious strength, but it’s vital. The ponies still to come will provide us with wisdom and… well, magic of the spirit or the soul, I suppose.”

Magnus smiled. “I’d think you had the wisdom covered.”

Stygian shook his head. “I’m no hero. At best I’m a scholar.” He got back on subject and continued, “The pony we’re here for will hopefully give us something we need to keep our spirits up. Something vital.”

“Braaaaaains…”

“Well, yes, that’s vital, but I meant…”

“Braaaaaains…”

The group stopped in its tracks as it found itself surrounded by a growing crowd of creatures, pony-shaped and wrapped in linen bandages. The mass shambled about and approached them, moaning that one word over and over again.

“Ah’m not hallucinatin’, am Ah?” Meadowbrook checked over her pouch of potions. “Ah’ve still got water, an’ none of mah bottles are leakin’…”

Rockhoof readied his shovel at the sight of the shambling mass. “Lass, either we’re all hallucinatin’, or we’re in a heap of trouble!”

It took everything that Twilight had to maintain her composure as she, Lyra and Celestia approached the Canterlot Library. She’d visited it more times in her life than she could count, been the Best Book Borrower for a very long time (and hadn’t her breaking that record been an embarrassing experience), but never had she realized that the library could have a restricted section.

Then again, perhaps it should’ve been obvious. After all, rare books and…

“Twilight?” She was shaken from her wool-gathering as Lyra beckoned, “Eyes on the prize, remember?”

The young alicorn took a deep breath as the three reached the end of a set of bookshelves. “Right. Sorry.”

Celestia smiled. “It’s alright to be enthusiastic, Twilight. And I applaud your restraint. There’s a lot in here to get lost in, after all.” Her magic took hold of two books and pulled them out, only to reveal a hidden door. “Still, coming here will give us privacy, and perhaps some answers.”

The two younger mares nodded as the elder alicorn led them further inside. Bats chittered and flew about overhead as the three approached a set of doors. Celestia pushed open the doors with her hoof, and gestured for the two to enter ahead of her. They did so, and she followed them inside before closing the doors behind them.

They found themselves inside of a circular cavern, one that had clearly seen some construction work inside to allow it to function as part of the library. Books were placed on shelves and in alcoves carved from the cavern walls, and looked pristine despite the cave conditions.

“Quite a few preservation and protection spells have been put in place here to protect the contents of this chamber. Those same spells should protect us from prying eyes.” She then turned to her former student. “Are you ready, Lyra?”

The mare nodded.

“Very well. I apologize, this may hurt.” The tip of Celestia’s horn glowed as she leaned forward towards her former student, and as the tips of their horns touched, a flash of light occurred. The spell faded almost instantly, and Celestia reared back in shock.

Twilight sat up in alarm at what happened, particularly the horrified look on her mentor’s face. “Celestia? What’s wrong?”

The elder alicorn recovered herself, but it was clear her reaction to what she’d seen in Lyra’s mind had disturbed her. “I’m sorry. I…”

The minty green unicorn frowned. “You can’t tell me anything.”

“No, no, I can, but I need a moment.” She sat down, still taking deep breaths as she finished collecting herself. After a few moments, she finally asked, “Have either of you ever wondered what prompted Equestria going from an absolute diarchy to a constitutional one?”

Twilight and Lyra exchanged glances before they turned back to the princess and the latter answered. “No, but I thought it might have something to do with what happened to Princess Luna.”

“It did, for a number of reasons.” Celestia took a deep breath and admitted, “Luna and I were always intended to rule Equestria together, and even with the increasing prominence of the old unicorn nobility, that intention remained. With her loss, however, it became clearer to me that the work of managing a government was far too large and important a task to leave in the hooves of one pony. Establishing Equestria’s first constitution, and founding its elected government, helped to take the weight off my back immensely and make things better for the citizenry. But there were other reasons behind my actions, ones that never made it into common knowledge. The first was that I had long wondered if I or Luna even deserved such power, which by then I had decided that we deserved it no more or less than any other pony. The second was that I was afraid.”

“What would you have to…?” The realization slowly came to Lyra. “Oh. Nightmare Moon.”

“I had no way of knowing then how I lost my sister, and certainly no way of knowing that she had been possessed. But even then, I speculated that it was due to bitterness on her part over my increasing prominence in ponies’ lives, and feared that my neglect of her had led to envy and desire for greater power. And there I was, the single most powerful pony in Equestria. How long before I allowed that power to go to my head, and corrupt me? I feared that instead of a Nightmare, Equestria would have a far greater peril facing it, a monster of fire unbound by morality or virtue. A Daybreaker.” Celestia frowned as she bowed her head. “I was both relieved and ashamed to realize that it was equal parts her state of mind and outside possession that turned Luna into Nightmare Moon, but the fact remained that if she could fall, then so could I.”

“And the less power you have, the less likely that it will go to your head.” Twilight shook her head. “Celestia, there was no guarantee that something like that would happen.”

“But I had no way of knowing it at the time, and it was a risk I didn’t dare take. Besides, divesting myself of my power meant there was a better chance that ponies would be able to look after themselves and not rely upon me to solve all of their problems.” The elder alicorn shrugged and admitted, “How successful that’s gone is a matter of debate, but I don’t regret the action itself.”

“And you shouldn’t, but what does that have to do with my memories?”

Celestia frowned. “As I’ve said, regrets. A number of organizations and groups were formed in the wake of Equestria gaining a constitution, meant to help keep the weight off any one group. Many have done good work, but others…” She sat up again and made her way to the nearby table, where she enveloped a chest in her magic and opened it. “I assume that both of you remember The Seven Trials of Clover the Clever?”

“Of course, but those predate the founding of Equestria!” The two smaller ponies approached the table as Celestia opened the chest and withdrew a scroll from within. “What does that have to do with what happened to Lyra after the changelings invaded?”

“I fear they have a very clear connection.” Celestia unfurled the scroll and explained, “As you know from the story, there lived a sorceress during that time. Her name is long lost to history, but her actions were one of the factors that helped to further the divisions between the three tribes. She terrorized unicorns, earth ponies and pegasi alike using, among other things, an artifact of her creation.” The scroll reached an illustration of a pony with an egg-shaped stone. “Using memory spells and a great many bits of arcane knowledge, she crafted the Memory Stone. With it, she could erase the memories of any pony, even fragments of them.” Another bit of scroll, this one ripped off from the rest, was raised in Celestia’s magic as she continued, “The one bit of good news was that the effects could be reversed, but Clover didn’t realize this until it was far too late, and it could only be done under specific circumstances. Regardless, he knew that the sorceress was a danger to ponykind, Memory Stone or no, and pursued them across land and sea.”

“Must not have been easy.” Lyra turned to the princess and asked, “But how did Clover even find them? I mean, the sorceress could have used the Stone to just erase his memories of her.”

“Clover had a plan for that.” Celestia produced a number of small parchments. “He wrote these to remind himself of what was going on, and where he needed to go next.” The scroll shifted again to show an illustration of two ponies, a swirling portal separating the pair. “Clover eventually chased the sorceress through a portal to another world. Exactly what happened, again, is lost to history, but Clover returned and neither his opponent nor the Stone were with him.”

The two younger ponies looked at one another in fright, before Twilight took a calming breath. “Okay, obviously Clover remembered all of this and was able to write it down, so he didn’t get hit with the Stone again. But what happened to it and the sorceress?”

“So far as the sorceress is concerned, I cannot say. But history never mentioned them again, so that leaves very few options. As for the Stone, I know exactly what happened to it.” Celestia rolled the scroll back up and set it within the chest. “Clover buried it, and the stone remained undisturbed for over a millennium since.” She turned back to Twilight and explained, “As it turns out, the portal led to the human world, the same one linked to this world by the Crystal Mirror. Some twenty years ago, my counterpart and Luna’s found the Stone through sheer luck and returned it to me. I personally destroyed it, and it’s been no more than dust and ash ever since.” She frowned as she turned to Lyra. “But Clover eventually found and recovered the sorceress’s notes, as well as all of the spellwork that went into crafting the Stone itself. What he didn’t ultimately destroy was locked away, and I fear they were the foundation for what was used on you after the changelings invaded.”

“But they weren’t permanent. I got my memories back.”

“Through very specific circumstances, ones that I doubt those responsible for altering your memories ever saw coming.”

Lyra bowed her head as she considered this, while Twilight scowled. “We can’t ignore this. Mind alteration spells like this are illegal, immoral. I’m still ashamed over what happened with Smarty Pants, and if other ponies are doing this, for whatever reason, then something has to be done about it.”

“Such as?” Celestia frowned as she admitted, “Twilight, I’m as disgusted by this as you. Unfortunately, for the time being, this is beyond my ability to punish, and dangerous for the three of us to discuss outside of this location.”

“Why not?!”

“Because those responsible are agents of the Equestrian government, acting according to the belief that they pursue a greater good. Agents with the means to cover their tracks and hide themselves away.” Celestia scowled. “We need proof, concrete evidence that can be presented within a court of law. I’ve no doubt it exists, but for now, it’s beyond even mine or Luna’s ability to obtain.”

“She’s right, Twilight.” Lyra raised her head with a defeated look on her face. “This isn’t a battle we can fight. Not right now, anyway. If I talked about this with anyone else, I’d be dismissed as crazy, or worse, silenced.”

Twilight’s eyes widened in fear before she turned to Celestia, who sadly nodded in confirmation. “A great many evils have been done in the name of the greater good, Twilight. That’s a sad truth to our world. Facing this danger will come, but not today.”

The young princess nodded. “Alright. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is, I guess.”

As the trio departed the restricted section, Twilight silently resolved that the danger would be faced, and she would do all that she could to be ready for it. Researching what happened with Stygian and this Siren came first, but afterwards, she needed to meet with the rest of her friends. Lyra very likely wasn’t alone, and even if nopony else close to her had been attacked like this, she had to confirm it one way or another. And the sooner she did, the better.

As the shambling mass approached the group, Stygian looked about. “Something about this isn’t right!”

Flash Magnus suddenly found himself wishing that he had a spear in addition to his famous shield. “Stygian, you’ve an impressive grasp of the obvious!”

“That’s not what I meant!” He gestured to the creatures before him. “These things look like mummies! They aren’t actual creatures, they’re…well, they’re deceased ponies! Prepared for the next life in accordance with local customs!”

“You mean these are the walking dead?” Rockhoof was at the ready with his shovel. “Meadowbrook, I dinnae suppose you have a potion ready to combat something like this?!”

“The last time Ah dealt with zombies, it was a different sort all together!” The healer looked about at the approaching mob of mummies and declared, “Ah don’t have anything that can handle this!”

“Well, I guess that leaves us with the direct approach!” Flash readied his shield and called, “You ready, Rockhoof?”

“Aye lad! Try to keep up!”

The two soldiers then charged into battle and bashed their way though the oncoming crowd. Stygian and Meadowbrook kept close, and while the latter did what she could to aid her companions using what potions she had, the former surveyed the situation.

“There’s still something wrong here! You can’t reanimate mummies, and the organs needed for speech are removed as part of the process! As much as they’d want brains, they wouldn’t be able to vocalize it!” As the mass just seemed to grow and none of the ones that got knocked back stayed knocked down, Stygian continued, “These aren’t mummies, or zombies!”

“Then what are they?!”

“I can answer that question!” The mass of zombies was knocked aside by what looked like a shooting star of light, one which was successful in halting their advance and giving the party some breathing room. The shooting star came to a halt and faded to reveal a pegasus mare in native garb, the gemstones on her necklace going from a brilliant orange to a more placid bright green. “Forgive me if I startled you friends, but you seemed to be in a bind!” She gestured to a nearby rooftop as two local earth ponies dropped a makeshift ladder. “Quickly, they can’t follow us there!”

“Aye lass!” Rockhoof found himself in the grasp of their new friend and Flash Magnus as Meadowbrook and Stygian scrambled up the ladder. Once all five were on the roof, the ladder was pulled back, and the shambling mass recovered and continued as if nothing had occurred. “My thanks. Excellent timing.”

“And impressive work!” Flash gestured to the necklace and asked, “Where did you get that?”

“Glowpaz is common in our region, though it seems to have an uncommon reaction to me.” She then paused and made a small bow. “Oh, forgive my manners. I am Somnambula, advisor to the royal family of New Anugypt. Once this situation is resolved, I will be more than happy to join you in your quest.”

Stygian laughed. “So I had hoped!” He then paused. “But how did you know…?”

“Four different ponies, garbed from different regions and belonging to different tribes? A quest worthy of epic tales seemed the most likely explanation.”

“Somnambula, can they do it?” One of the ponies that had aided in their escape, a young filly with a curly mane, stepped forward. “Can they help you save the prince?”

The mare laughed. “They can, and they will.” She then turned back to Stygian and continued, “Anyway, you were correct. They aren’t mummies, or zombies, or any sort of undead.”

“Then what exactly are they?” Flash glanced over the side of the building and took note of the continued shambling. “Aside from not very bright.”

“They are nothing.” At the stallion’s perplexed look, she elaborated, “They are projections, nightmares brought into the waking world. Prince Hisan received a broach which, unfortunately, turned out to be cursed. He passed out immediately upon donning it, and is now one of the false mummies in that great shambling mass.”

Stygian nodded in understanding. “So they work on dream logic then! That explains a great deal!”

“Aye, that’s well and good, but we still need to put an end to this!” Rockhoof turned to Somnambula and reasoned, “Now I assume that if we are to destroy this broach, the problem will be solved?”

“Oh, we don’t need to destroy it. Just the emerald incorporated into it.”

“Ah, that simplifies things. Gemstones are hard, but they’re brittle. Have you tried hitting it really hard with a rock or piece of hard metal?”

Somnambula nodded. “Indeed, but I couldn’t risk serious harm to the prince, so I was forced to restrain myself. I like your approach, however, it’s very direct.”

“Some ceremonial armor in the Legion incorporates gemstones.” Flash Magnus approached the mare and explained, “Those gemstones cracked when we got too high up in the air. Maybe we can scoop him up and carry him into the sky?”

The pegasus mare shook her head. “The prince may struggle in our grasp and fall, unfortunately. We need to stay close to the ground.”

The scholar soon found himself thinking out loud. “The gemstones shattering is likely the result of temperature changes. Many gemstones crack when exposed to extreme heat or cold.”

Meadowbrook brightened up at Stygian’s suggestion. “Oh! Ah have a potion that can create extreme cold over a very small area!” She produced a small blue bottle from her bag. “Ah’d be very careful with it, though!”

Somnambula laughed. “Indeed! That’s exactly what we need!”

“Well, I don’t think this is quite what we needed.” Sunburst closed the tome before him and frowned. “Star Swirl is mentioned on occasion in Mistmane’s volume, but there’s nothing about anypony else. I’m beginning to think the best resource we have right now is Meadowbrook’s journals.”

“I agree, but still, it would be nice to have something to corroborate it.” Moondancer’s attention turned from her fellow scholar back to the other half of their research team as they returned to the palace grounds. “Twilight! Any good news?”

“Maybe, but nothing related to our research project.” The young alicorn looked among the rest of their group as Sunburst stood up. “And I’m guessing Mistmane’s volume hasn’t provided anything.”

“Not nearly as much as I’d like, unfortunately, though we do have confirmation that Star Swirl met Mistmane.” The bespectacled stallion bowed and sheepishly smiled. “Beyond yours and Princess Luna’s testimony, of course.”

Celestia gave her former student a forgiving smile. “I’m not offended, Sunburst. Luna and I both have stories to tell about attempting to convince academics about something from a particular point in that time.” The smile faded as she noted, “Still, I can’t say that I’m surprised. Star Swirl was not only very organized, but more than a little secretive.”

“Then maybe there’s a volume that we’re missing?” Sunrunner stepped forward to address the group. “I read comic books when I was younger. Individual comic book heroes would have their own books, but there’d also be team books where groups of heroes would come together. It looks like we’ve got the collected solo series, but not the team book.” She shrugged and amended, “At least, not a team book that Star Swirl transcribed, or had transcribed.”

“If that’s the case, then we’ll be lucky if we find it.” Twilight turned to her mentor. “Just because you stayed out of Star Swirl’s study doesn’t mean that nopony else did.”

“True, unfortunately.” Celestia’s gaze turned skyward for a moment. “And I fear that further research might have to wait until tomorrow morning. It’s very nearly time for sunset.” She then turned to the group and offered, “Would all of you like to join me for dinner? If nothing else, we can have a decent meal together before we retire for the night. And that invitation applies to each of you in the Guard as well, of course. No need for formalwear.”

The four Guardsponies looked among one another in surprise, before breaking out in pleased smiles. “We’re honored to join you for dinner, ma’am.”

“And hopefully breakfast in the morning as well.” The elder alicorn gestured for the group to follow her. “For now, I think we all need a chance to freshen up.”

Nopony argued, and the group made their way back into the castle. As they went, however, Sunburst found himself unable to resist bringing something up with one of the Guardsponies. “So, Lieutenant Sunrunner. You’re a cousin to Sunset Shimmer too?”

“Yep. Her mother and mine were sisters.”

“Huh. Well, that explains why I never saw you at the family reunions.” The stallion chuckled as he explained, “Her father was my mother’s older brother. Did you ever meet her?”

“She came to live with my family after her parents passed away. Did you ever meet her?”

Sunburst shook his head. “There was talk about her family visiting mine in Sire’s Hollow, but the plans never went beyond talk before… well, you know what happened. I didn’t hear more about her until I was admitted as a student at the SfGU. I wouldn’t even know what she looked like if Princess Celestia hadn’t shown me a picture of her.” He laughed nervously. “That’s part of why I reacted to you the way I did. You and her are practically twins.”

Sunrunner extended a wing. “Save for the obvious.” She turned somber as she ventured, “Then I guess you know that she didn’t leave under the best of circumstances.”

The unicorn nodded. “That’s the funny thing. I never actually met her, but I’m still wondering what happened to her. Is that weird?”

“No. She’s family. Being curious or worried is natural.” The mare smiled reassuringly. “And she’s doing okay. Princess Twilight helped me and her to get back in touch.”

That caught Sunburst by surprise. “Really?”

“Really.” The pair looked up as Twilight looked back on them. “And if you’re interested, I can try to arrange a meeting.”

Sunburst bowed his head uneasily for a moment before he asked, “Can I have a little while to think it over?”

“Of course.”

Celestia smiled as she listened to her former students talk among themselves, happy that they were connecting and reconnecting. If nothing else came from this venture, then at least some connections had been strengthened. And perhaps with time, those connections would lead to greater things.

Flash Magnus was a soldier. Young, certainly. Known for his bravery, most definitely, with some even calling him reckless. Still, real soldiers knew that going into action without a plan was dangerous, and he was not inclined to argue. And as plans went, the one they had right now was not a bad one.

“I see him!” The stallion fluttered over the rooftops and pointed out their target, one shambling mummy among dozens. The only thing that marked him unique was the glowing emerald dangling from his neck. “Ten o’clock low and surrounded by some ten projections!”

Somnambula nodded from her position. “Then we will need the element of surprise, lest they attempt to cluster around him.”

“Ah’m still not sure this is the safest way.” Meadowbrook carefully passed the bottle of freezing potion to her fellow mare. “Ah mean, if the bottle breaks while you’re holdin’ it…”

The local mare flashed a reassuring smile. “Have hope, my friend. This will be successful. All I need is a boost.”

“Which is where I come in.” Somnambula daintily perched herself upon his shovel as Rockhoof got into position. “Can’t say that I’ve ever used my shovel to throw a pony before, though. Still, nothing ventured! Just say when!”

“Now!”

At the signal, Rockhoof tossed his head with all his might and sent Somnambula flying. Aided by the extra velocity, the mare shot forward and extended her wings as she approached the oncoming mass. Before any of them could react, she dropped her cargo, and it landed with a crash upon its target. The bottle smashed into glass shards, and its contents coated the bright emerald almost instantly and covered it in bright blue frost. The gemstone cracked, then shattered into dust.

Somnambula crashed and rolled to a halt in the dust as the shambling hordes unraveled. Most revealed nothing within their wrappings before said wrappings vanished into thin air, but one revealed a dark blue Pegasus who dropped to his front hooves in confusion. “Wha-?!” At the sound of a familiar groan, he turned about in surprise. “Somnambula!” He moved to aid her just as Stygian and his party caught up to them. “What happened? Why aren’t we in the palace?” He then noticed the destroyed brooch about his neck and asked, “And what happened to…?”

“I’m afraid that your gift was a curse in disguise, my friend.” Somnambula trotted on slightly unsteady hooves to join Stygian’s party as she explained, “You’ve spent the last few hours transformed into a nightmare mummy. But do not worry. My new friends and I were able to end the curse.”

Prince Hisan looked over the gathered band of ponies, still confused but nonetheless cognizant enough to grasp the essentials. “You have my thanks then. Now, however, we must discover who sent this to me in the first place.”

“Indeed, but I fear that I cannot help you with that. At least, not right this moment.” Somnambula turned to the party and explained, “They have need of my help, but when I return, we shall investigate.”

Hisan looked as though he wished to argue, but as his guards and doctors approached, he nodded. “Very well. The stars be with you and your friends, Somnambula.” He then turned to the doctors and asked, “I don’t suppose I could get something to drink? I fear that I have a headache coming on.”

As the prince went out of earshot, Rockhoof laughed. “Well done, lassie! Glad to have you with us!” He then managed a nervous chuckle as introductions were made. “And please, forgive my manners. I’m Rockhoof, and this is Flash Magnus, Mage Meadowbrook, and Stygian. He’s the one who gathered us for this quest.”

“Indeed.” The scholar approached and explained, “My village is under attack from a creature with terrible powers, and if left unchecked, they could threaten all of Equestria.”

“Ah, so this is a gathering of the land’s mightiest heroes to face a common threat?” At Stygian’s shrug and half-nod, Somnambula laughed. “Oh, this has such promise! Has the party been completed then, or do we still seek others?”

“Two more, actually, but I don’t feel comfortable seeking out the second until we meet the first.” Stygian turned ashamed as he explained, “And I’m not sure where to find the first. Her name is Mistmane, and…”

“Wait, Mistmane the Fair?” Flash Magnus laughed. “I can tell you where she might be. She’s built a greenhouse near the new capital.”

Stygian sighed in relief. “That’s good news.”

“And very pleasant.” Somnambula smiled placidly. “I have a fondness for plants and all things green.”

“As do Ah!” Meadowbrook laughed. “And Ah think that we’re off to a great start.”

Twilight sighed as dinner was laid out before her, her friends, and Celestia, and absentmindedly picked up her salad fork with her magic.

Her former pupil’s sour demeanor wasn’t lost on the elder alicorn. “Why so glum, Twilight?”

“It’s nothing.” At her mentor’s raised eyebrow, the young princess explained, “Okay, it isn’t nothing. It’s just that I can’t help but feel like nothing’s really been accomplished.”

“That’s hardly true, Twilight.” Sunburst, by contrast, was in much better spirits. “I mean, we found genealogical records for ponies that were previously thought to be a myth, and that’s ignoring the transcriptions of previously-unknown tales involving them. What little we’ve found is enough to rewrite the history books.”

“I know, and I’m thrilled about all of that, but it feels like we still aren’t any closer to discovering any sort of connection between the Tree of Harmony and any of the ponies we’ve been researching.” She bowed her head. “For all we know, there might not be one.”

“And for all we know, we just haven’t found it yet.” She turned to Flash as he gave her an encouraging smile. “Roam wasn’t built in a day.”

“Nor was Canterlot, for that matter.” Heads turned as another alicorn joined them. “Good evening, everypony.”

“Hello Luna. Care to join us?”

“Please, assuming there is some coffee available.” Luna claimed an empty chair as her requested beverage was poured and a salad deposited before her by the waitstaff. She then laughed. “One would almost think that mine presence was expected.”

“Less expected, more hoped for.” Celestia then turned back to her former pupil and explained, “Anyway, they’re perfectly right, Twilight. No use giving up at this point, and besides, you and your research team did find quite a bit of information.”

“Including a little bit about the two of you.” Heads turned back to Sunburst as he asked, “Forgive me if this is a little out of turn, but…”

“Yes, Sunburst, we truly did squabble like foals amongst ourselves when we were younger.” Luna half-smiled. “I’m guessing you came across something about my accidental trip to another world?”

Now it was Celestia’s turn to slump. “Oh dear…”

That caught the attention of the rest of the ponies at the table, with Twilight giving her mentor a curious look. “Celestia?”

The elder alicorn sighed. “It’s a very long and embarrassing story.”

“One which took place early in our reign.” Luna took a sip of her coffee and elaborated, “Star Swirl was not only an advisor, but also our tutor in magic. Much to my chagrin, however, my sister was often far more of an apt pupil than I, despite my best efforts.”

“And my needling her certainly didn’t help things.” Celestia gave her sister a pleading look. “Do they really need all of the details?”

“This is a research project. They are supposed to be sharing their findings with one another, are they not? Better to come clean about it now than be questioned over it later.” At her sister’s reluctant nod, Luna continued, “In any case, in an effort to prove myself to Star Swirl and put an end to my sister’s bullying…”

“It wasn’t…” The protest went flat as Celestia admitted, “Alright, it was bullying.”

“I spirited away a spellbook and attempted to practice some of the more advanced spells, including one which opened portals to alternate worlds.” Now it was Luna’s turn to be embarrassed as she admitted, “On the positive side, I did successfully perform the spell. On the negative side, however, I was dragged through to the other realm by the shadowy creatures which inhabited it.”

“Where they attempted to coerce her into becoming Nightmare Moon, or something like her, much sooner than it actually did.” Celestia groaned. “And had I heeded the lesson there…”

“Wait, hold on.” Twilight looked at Celestia in disbelief. “You bullied Luna?”

“In my sister’s defense, she was young and foolish. And she never did so again after that incident.” Luna offered her sister a comforting smile. “Perhaps you stumbled later, Celie, but you did take away a valuable lesson from that incident. That leaders must act with compassion for those who follow them.” She then managed a rueful smile of her own and added, “Besides, I think we both failed to heed lessons learned from that day.”

Celestia nodded. “We never did stop having disagreements.”

“Well, that’s normal for siblings.” Moondancer gave the pair a sympathetic smile as she admitted, “I mean, my sister and I never exactly had any spats like you two did, but still, there’s times where we haven’t seen eye to eye.” She looked to Twilight. “And you can say the same about Shining Armor, right?”

“Well, not really.” Twilight nervously admitted, “We never really fought. Disagreed, sure, had a healthy rivalry, definitely, but no outright fighting. Mom and Dad always made sure that at the end of the day, we didn’t stop talking to each other. Or loving one another.”

“Not all ponies had it that lucky, however.” Sunrunner opted to turn attention to other topics as she admitted to Luna, “Anyway, we did find something a little less embarrassing for the two of you.”

The Princess of the Night gave her subject a curious look before Celestia explained, “They found our family tree, Luna. Star Swirl kept records of our descendants, as well as those of our siblings, up until his disappearance.”

“Oh.” Luna bowed her head sadly. “How very nice of him.”

Their young subjects looked among themselves curiously before Celestia explained, “One thing that became abundantly clear to myself and Luna as time passed was that, while there were many benefits to our apparent immortality due to our bonds with the sun and moon, there was one terrible downside. A growing distance between ourselves and those closest to us, friends and family alike. One that became apparent as we lost more of them over time.”

“Even putting aside our blessings as keepers of the sun and moon, alicorns are naturally longer-lived than the other tribes were in those dark times. Nonetheless, we wed and had children, knowing that we might well outlive them. Many of those children had children, and so forth, but try as we might, over time, the distance grew too deep.” Luna frowned as she admitted, “I’m ashamed to say that revelation helped to fuel my feelings of loneliness, and my fall to darkness. Were it not for the friendships we had with the Pillars, it might well have happened sooner.”

“The Pillars?” Lyra asked. “Who were they?”

Celestia smiled. “The Pillars of Equestria. Star Swirl’s name for the group of ponies whom you are researching. He felt that they each embodied an element that could be found in all of us.” She turned to Twilight and smiled. “In many ways, they were the spiritual predecessors to you and your fellow Bearers.”

“Though the Bearers appear to lack an equivalent to Stygian, with the possible exception of young Spike.” Luna turned to Twilight and asked, “Was there by chance anything about him within Star Swirl’s study?”

“Not that we could find. Either Star Swirl never recorded anything about him, or some of the volumes have gone missing.”

The Princess of the Night scowled. “Either is possible, alas. Still, perhaps tomorrow shall shed further light upon the Pillars and their adventures.” She smiled eagerly. “For now, please tell me of what you have discovered.”

Flash Sentry smiled. “Well, we did find a slightly more positive story involving you and Mistmane.”

That prompted a laugh. “Huzzah! I was hoping that such tales had been recounted! Please, continue!”

As discussion continued, Twilight found her spirits lifted. Her mentor and her coltfriend were both right, and their work was only beginning. Much had already been learned, for good and for ill, and tomorrow would hopefully help them to find the answers they sought.

As night settled over Canterlot and the moon took its place in the sky, ponies in the city went about their business. Some enjoyed the city’s night life, while others scurried to their homes after a long day at work, or scurried from said homes for a long night at work. Even in the nation’s capital, there were ponies who had to work hard to make ends meet.

Ivory Tower didn’t have that problem, as she silently trotted her way home from the offices of the EEA. She took home quite a tidy salary, and could look forward to a healthy pension once her retirement came. That day, fortunately, was long in coming, which would only cause said pension to grow.

A small light blinked in one corner of her vision, a familiar indicator that she was being summoned, and she turned off into a quiet alley. “I’d rather this be done in private.”

“Well, we can’t always get what we want, can we?” From the shadows stepped forth another unicorn stallion, his mane cut short and a smirk on his face. “Ivory Tower.”

“Sterling Aide. I assume that this conversation will go unnoticed?”

“Well, obviously.” The stallion laughed. “I assume you’re aware that FROWN-Magic is here in Canterlot?”

The mare’s eyes narrowed. “Perfectly aware. It’s a miracle that the rest of FROWN is still in Ponyville going about their proper business given what’s happened. I’ve no doubt that she’s here to follow up on whatever leads have come in the wake of her discoveries in Neigh Orleans.” She scowled. “How did Subject Moon even have the time to chance across those records?”

Sterling waved a hoof. “That’s water under the bridge. No use worrying about it. I just hope that you’ve done something on your end regarding it.”

The mare regarded her colleague with a deepened scowl. “Obviously. While I’ve no doubt that FROWN-Magic would want to pursue her research to the fullest extent, the odds are that she will put it aside once sufficiently discouraged. A lack of concrete information, combined with discouragement from a figure of authority, should give her that needed discouragement. It will involve her coming into contact with somepony earlier than expected, but needs must.” The scowl eased as she amended, “In any case, the wheels are in motion. She and her party will depart Canterlot by the end of the day tomorrow.”

“I’d certainly hope so. After all, harmony must be maintained.”

“Indeed.” Ivory Tower gave her colleague a curt nod, then turned away to continue home. One way or another, the issue would be dealt with.

Author's Note

Oh, this one had a lot going on with it.

Much of the sequence at the Canterlot Library is adapted from the Forgotten Friendship special, written by Nick Confalone. Changes, of course, have been made. It also includes a small nod to the Season Nine episode The Point of No Return, written by Gillian M. Berrow, as well as nods to A Royal Problem, written by Joanna Lewis and Kristine Songco, and references to issues #1, #3 and #6 of the Legends of Magic comic. Said comics were written by Jeremy Whitley, with art by Brenda Hickey, Amy Mebberson and Heather Breckel.

This chapter also incorporates some of my headcanon regarding Celestia and Luna. Also, I recommend that readers imagine Sterling Aide as sounding like Mark Sheppard.

Chapter Six - The Sorceror's Failings

“I must say darling, you had quite the time with Braeburn.” As tea was set out before her and her friends, Rarity poured herself a cup and remarked, “I just wish that I had been able to provide some assistance.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” Applejack accepted a cup that had been poured for her. “You an’ Fluttershy an’ Pinkie were busy with the fair, after all, an’ even with jus’ the four’a’us, would’ve been overkill. Ah just wish Ah hadn’t taken so long to deal with that sidewinder.”

Fluttershy had frowned at Applejack’s word choice, but diplomatically noted, “Well, it’s all been taken care of.” Spike then climbed into a seat beside them as she changed the subject. “Anyway, how do you think Twilight is doing with her research?”

Golden Oak Library had been quiet with Twilight away, Spike having been left to his own devices. The building was still standing and kept in order, however, which the young drake considered a relief. Granted, most occasions had gone relatively smoothly, but he had no desire to see a repeat of the pet incident.

“No word so far, but research projects take time. I remember this one term paper Twilight did, took her weeks…”

A knock sounded at the main entrance, and a familiar thestral stepped inside. “Good afternoon, heroines of Equestria!” Pixie Dust was her usual perky self as she entered, dressed in her regular duty uniform rather than the full armor of the guard with sunglasses over her eyes. “How goes it?”

“No complaints from me, Lieutenant.” Applejack turned to face her. “Here to drop off a progress report on the reconstruction efforts?”

“Yep.” The newcomer flicked open a pannier with one wing and then produced a sealed envelope with one hoof. “Another copy’s been sent to Princess Celestia, but I figure that Princess Twilight will want to read it over herself when she gets back from Canterlot. Speaking of, any news?”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Like I just said, nothing yet.”

The newcomer cringed in embarrassment. “Sorry Spike. My ears are good, but this place has better sound-blocking.” The thestral shrugged. “Anyway, the sooner she gets back, the better. And hopefully with good news. I’ll sleep a lot more soundly once the Elements are in play again. Call it superstition or gut feeling, but something tells me we’ll need them sooner rather than later.”

Applejack smirked. “Worried the Pony of Shadows is gonna cause trouble?”

Pixie Dust rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. “No. At least, not the one your Granny told you ghost stories about.” At the curious expressions of the others, she grinned. “We’ve got stories of our own Pony of Shadows back in Hollow Shades. Maybe I’ll tell them to you sometime.”

Another knock sounded at the door, and this time a familiar stallion entered. “Spike, I…oh good, you’re all here. That saves me some time.” Quiver stepped into the library and produced a weather-beaten tome from his saddlebags. “I think you guys need to see this.”

As Spike bustled to the stallion’s side to examine the book, Fluttershy asked, “Is something wrong, Quiver?”

“Don’t know yet. I just bought this book from Silver Spoon’s dad, and I think it might have a connection to Twilight’s research.”

Spike frowned as he looked it over. “Well, I can’t read it, but it does look like Old Ponish. And all these illustrations…” He turned to one such illustration depicting six encircled ponies. “Wait a second, these guys look familiar!”

The other ponies approached, and Fluttershy gasped. “That’s Mage Meadowbrook! I recognize her mask!”

“An’ that’s gotta be Rockhoof on the left, an’ Mistmane up top!” Applejack turned to Quiver. “Assumin’ this is legit, nice work findin’ it. Now we gotta get it to Twilight.”

“That’s not gonna be a problem.” Heads turned to Pixie Dust as she explained, “Princess Twilight’s fixed things so that a train can be ready to get her or anypony in her entourage to Canterlot at a moment’s notice. All we need to do is send word out.”

“Then we’d best get our go-bags, everypony.” Rarity turned to Quiver and grinned. “And that includes you, darling. We can’t simply leave you out of this.”

Quiver grinned right back. “I was hoping that you wouldn’t.”

Stygian had thought he was prepared for anything. The awestruck expression upon the face of Star Swirl the Bearded, however, was not something that he was expecting.

“My stars…” Star Swirl’s gaze swept over the gathered ponies before him, as though he could not believe his senses. “I’ve heard stories about each of you, but so many were so fantastic, so amazing, I almost thought that they were all tall tales, sheer legends…”

“I assure you, we are quite real.” Rockhoof stepped forward and politely spoke. “And while I cannae speak for the others, I would be more than happy to elaborate upon my life once I have the chance. Right now, however, we should see to the peril facing Stygian’s village.”

That seemed to rouse the sorcerer from his stupor, and he shook his head and collected himself. “Yes, of course, the peril facing Stygian’s village.” He then raised an eyebrow. “Kindly remind me, who is Stygian?”

The scholar turned crestfallen at having been forgotten so quickly, but Meadowbrook took up a place at his left. “Why, this fellow here.”

Somnambula took a place at his right and continued where her fellow mare left off. “Indeed. He journeyed across the realm to seek our aid.”

Flash Magnus turned Star Swirl’s attention back to the rest of the party. “And he is more than adamant that we are all needed to face this threat.”

“And given what we have been told of it, his concerns are not unwarranted.” Mistmane stepped forward and pleaded, “Please, Star Swirl. We need you. The realm needs you.”

The sorcerer frowned, then nodded. “Very well. Please wait for me at the Castle of the Two Sisters. I shall join you shortly.”

The party let out a collective sigh of relief as Stygian brightened. “Thank you, I…wait, what?”

Before further protests could be made, Star Swirl pulled a pendant from his robes and activated it with his magic. The six ponies gathered before him were swiftly enveloped in brilliant blue light, then vanished from his sight. The sorcerer then sighed. “Now to inform my charges…”

Twilight groaned softly as she closed another volume of Mage Meadowbrook’s diaries. She idly retrieved the next volume in her magic, only to pause and remark, “Maybe he’s right.”

“Who…?” Lyra looked up from an earlier volume that Twilight had just discarded, then frowned. “You’re not stuck on what that Neighsay jerk said, are you?”

The young alicorn set her current volume down, then gestured around them with one hoof. “Look around us. Star Swirl recorded stories involving himself and the other Pillars. We can corroborate what he wrote not only with what Celestia and Luna recorded in their old journal, but also with what’s here in Meadowbrook’s diaries. We know that they all met, thanks to this Stygian pony that Meadowbrook mentions, but why aren’t we seeing anything about Stygian anywhere in Star Swirl’s recordings?”

Sunburst looked up from his tome. “Admittedly, that does seem a little odd.”

“And it does suggest a disturbing trend, considering he’s not the only important thing from early Equestrian history to be practically forgotten about.” Her fellow Guardsponies nodded in agreement as Sunny Flare remarked, “And this entry here discusses some sort of magical project with Star Swirl, a ‘seed’ to be planted to help ensure Equestria’s future, but it doesn’t go into any detail about it beyond Star Swirl forbidding her to mention any details.”

Rainbow Dash groaned and banged her head on the floor. “Why write about it like it’s important, then not go into any detail about it? The stuff I studied for my test might’ve been boring, but at least it was detailed!” She suddenly felt a pang of regret in opting to help the research group.

“And it’s not the first time she’s done it either.” Sunrunner held up another volume. “This one talks about her curing an outbreak of swamp fever, back before she met Stygian and Rockhoof. It’s corroborated in Star Swirl’s written accounts about her, along with that zombie village he mentioned. But beyond it involving flash bee honey, Meadowbrook doesn’t elaborate on what the cure was. Those things are territorial, and getting honey from one of their hives is a lot harder than getting it from domestic honeybees. Even with modern beekeeping tools and methods.”

Dash lifted her head up from the floor. “Okay, hold up. Swamp fever?”

“It’s a very rare disease spread by pollen from specific flowers. A creature inhales the pollen, and catches the fever. After going through various weird symptoms, the afflicted is transformed into a tree which will drop and spread more flowers.” Sour Sweet hardly noticed the prismatic mare’s shocked expression as she turned to Sunrunner. “Quiver told me about it too.” She then turned back to Dash and explained, “Still, her curing it a thousand years ago is a good thing, considering ponies can catch it too. You don’t want to know how they’d treat it otherwise.”

“Yeah, let’s not go into detail about that.” Dash nodded emphatically at Pinkie Pie’s suggestion, suddenly glad the party pony had joined them before said pony continued. “Anyway, let’s get back to the important stuff here! You can’t give up on this, Twilight!”

“Heck yeah you can’t!” Dash sat up and looked dead at her friend. “I mean come on! You’ve come pretty far here already! Neighsay sure as heck didn’t dig up any of this!”

Moondancer snorted. “He hasn’t dug up anything.”

“Exactly! You went to Celestia and Luna’s old castle and found their old journal! You got copies of Meadowbrook’s diaries, diaries that got authenticated under the watch of one of Neighsay’s stuck-up buddies! And here we are, in Star Swirl’s study, with stuff that he found and recorded!” She then grinned and pointed at Flash. “Plus, thanks to you and Star Swirl, Flash and I know that awesomeness is genetic.”

Flash Sentry grinned at that. The news that he and Rainbow Dash might be very distant cousins was something that had gone over well for both of them. “She’s right, Twilight. You can’t give up.”

Twilight smiled. “Thanks. And I’m not denying that what we’ve found isn’t important.” She then sighed. “But it’s less about giving up and more about acknowledging when I’ve hit a wall.” She gestured around and explained, “All of this, it’s like a big jigsaw puzzle, and we aren’t just missing all of the pieces, we’re missing the box.”

That sank in for a moment, before Sunrunner sat up. “Well, maybe it’s time to take a step back and look at the overall puzzle.” Heads turned to her as she elaborated. “Let’s look at the timeline here. We know from the journal that Star Swirl showed the princesses the Tree of Harmony some eleven hundred years ago, right?”

Moondancer nodded. “And based on the illustrations in that journal, it was smaller then. That implies that it grew, and the Elements were formed in the interim between them assuming the throne and Discord coming into the picture.”

“Well, what are the chances that Star Swirl directed them towards it as a means of stopping Discord?” That got the group’s attention as Sunrunner continued, “We already know that Star Swirl knew about the Tree. Maybe he had a hoof in helping it grow? Or he was monitoring it?”

“Maybe, but if he did, I never found any mention of it in his athenaeum.” Moondancer turned to Sunburst and remarked, “I’ve used the same search methods that you did once Twilight read me in on this, and there isn’t a single mention of him monitoring the Tree. Plenty about studying artifacts related to the Tree, and objects he called empathic gemstones, but beyond that, nothing.”

Pinkie pouted. “Then I guess we’re missing some pretty big puzzle pieces.”

“And if I were paranoid, I’d think that Star Swirl was deliberately hiding them.” Twilight sighed again. “Well, Meadowbrook’s diaries are all we have to go on for now. Maybe one of the later entries will have something.” She managed a half-smile as she remarked, “We can’t give up hope.”

“I dinnae understand why we couldnae simply wait for Star Swirl back at the capital.” Rockhoof looked about the courtyard of the Castle of the Two Sisters. “Not that this is not unpleasant, mind, but teleporting us here just seems wasteful.”

“I am certain that Star Swirl had his reasons.” Mistmane looked about with approval. “In any case, this isn’t a poor place to wait. This castle might not be the ideal place to host a government, but it does make for a fine home for the Royal Sisters.”

“Ah actually like it more than the castle in Canterlot.” Meadowbrook tapped at the ground with one hoof. “It feels more stable compared to the other castle.”

“Yes, but at the edge of the Everfree Forest?” Flash Magnus frowned as he considered the wild, untamed part of Equestria. “Better there than here, if only to avoid flight hazards.”

“Perhaps, but I think that both castles have their merits.” Somnambula turned to Stygian and asked, “What of you, my friend? What do you think?”

Before the scholar could answer, Star Swirl appeared before them in a pop of blue light, the same pendant from earlier in hoof. “Forgive my abruptness, but had you lingered in Canterlot, you would have no doubt attracted the attention of the Royal Sisters. I have no doubt they would have wanted to follow along on this adventure, bothered you incessantly with questions and queries, and likely put themselves in danger. And Equestria cannot afford to lose them, not in its practical infancy.”

“How in the Maker’s name are ye doin’ that?!” Rockhoof shook his head. “Poppin’ in an’ out like that out of the blue! That cannae be easy!”

“Teleportation is taxing, yes, but I have fortunately found ways around the limitations of a pony’s magical potential.” He gestured towards a glowing blue stone embedded into one of the spires of the castle. “This pendant is linked to a series of magical stones scattered throughout Equestria, both during my travels and after them. One such stone is here at the Castle of the Two Sisters, while another is in Canterlot.” He then turned to Stygian and asked, “Now then, where is your village?”

“On the coast of the Southern Ocean, near the tip of the bay.”

Star Swirl nodded as he pulled a map from his cloak and unfurled it. “Fortunately, another stone is near that location.” He tucked away the map and called out as he retrieved his pendant, “Gather close, everypony.”

Once more, the group was enveloped in blue magic, and the party found themselves shifted from the grounds of a castle to the nation’s western coast. Stygian looked about and sighed. “I know this beach. We are about a day’s walk north of my village.”

“Excellent. Kindly lead the way.” As Stygian did so, Star Swirl then pulled a scroll and quill from his robes. “Now then, Rockhoof. I have some questions. The shovel you carry now, is it the same one which you used to save your village from the volcano, or do you have several of them?”

“Well, that one was destroyed by a baby cherufe. This is one of several that I made to replace it since.”

“Really? Could you tell me about that adventure?”

Stygian frowned as Rockhoof recounted the tale. It was a good tale, one that Rockhoof had told him earlier in their travels, but it being recounted as he led the group onwards, with Star Swirl hardly paying him any heed, left him with an unpleasant feeling. He had hope for his village, and yet…why did he have this feeling of dread?

Celestia’s expression was polite and genteel as she sat upon her throne. “Chancellor, I really do wish that you would reconsider this.”

Chancellor Neighsay’s expression was similarly polite. “And as of yet, I find myself with little reason to do so. Discipline in schools is something that needs to be enforced, often with firm measures. If one is tending a garden, then one must get rid of the weeds before they drain nutrients away from the plants one wants to grow. And the zero-tolerance policy is a tool for that.”

“A tool that has no guarantee of working, especially if it isn’t properly utilized.” Luna’s expression was a clear glare at the bureaucrat before her. How much of it was simple irritation at him and how much was due to her having been roused from her slumber early was unclear, though the latter was at least eased by a cup of coffee.

Neighsay frowned as he turned to the younger princess. “With all due respect, Princess Luna, you have no business commenting upon this. Princess Celestia, at least, runs a school. You do no such thing, and thus have no say in the policies of education.”

“Are schools not places where the young are helped to become able members of society?” Luna set aside her cup and declared, “I and my sister both swore an oath to this nation and its citizens when we assumed our duties, and those duties include looking after the well-being of the young. Nopony is arguing against the need for disciplinary action against miscreants, Chancellor. It is the methodology which you are suggesting be standardized across the nation to which I raise objection. And this zero-tolerance policy, assuming it is even properly applied, seems less like a means of administering discipline and more a blanket solution to problems that can be solved by better means, an easy and quick resort for the lazy who care not for solving real problems. As the expression goes, when all one has is a hammer, it is a matter of time before all issues are treated like nails.”

Neighsay, to his credit, actually seemed to be considering her statement before he spoke. “Regardless, the pilot program that has been implemented in Indianapoloosa has demonstrated some clear merit. And I have yet to see any case where it has been poorly utilized there to address an issue of discipline. Until I have data showing otherwise, I am inclined to go ahead with the program.”

Celestia sighed. “Well, then I suppose that concludes our business.” The door to the throne room opened, and she called, “Yes, Kibitz?”

“Princess Twilight Sparkle and her research team and escorts to see you, ma’am.” The old unicorn stepped aside to allow the group access.

Luna’s expression brightened at the sight of the group, and Celestia herself smiled. “Wonderful.” She turned to Neighsay and asked, “Chancellor, if you would be so kind?”

“With all due respect, I would prefer to stay.” Neighsay looked to Twilight and admitted, “I am rather curious as to how Princess Twilight’s research is progressing.”

Celestia’s expression went unchanged as she turned to her protégé, who looked up at her with regret. “I’m afraid that while our research has turned up some very interesting information, we haven’t accomplished much based on what we have available. What we do have does corroborate, but we’ve yet to find anything substantial regarding the end goal of our efforts.”

“Which is hardly a surprise.” With all the air of a long-suffering parent explaining something for the umpteenth time to an obstinate child, Neighsay turned to Twilight and said, “As I explained before, all researchers can find themselves at a dead end. Whatever this bit of whimsy you are entertaining is, I suggest that you set it aside. I’ve no doubt that able scholars and academics can…”

The sound of the door opening once more drowned out the sound of Luna’s cup of coffee shattering into broken porcelain, and Kibitz again reported, “A party from Ponyville to see you, Highnesses, escorted by one Lieutenant Pixie Dust. They say they have urgent business to discuss in relation to national security.”

Celestia nodded, and the newcomers entered at a brisk pace with a familiar thestral in the lead, now clad in her armor rather than her duty uniform. “Hello everypony. I hope that this isn’t unpleasant news?”

“That’s our hope as well, your Highness.” Pixie Dust slipped off her helmet, then gently nudged the lone stallion among the newcomers forward. “Go for it.”

Quiver Quill nodded, then pulled a weather-beaten tome from his panniers. “I acquired this book earlier today, and assuming it’s legitimate…”

“Excuse me?” Neighsay raised an eyebrow at the stallion before him, whose expression swiftly turned into a bitter frown. “You barge in here and waste the time of royalty over an old book, something for which you have no means of determining legitimate value? For all we know, this is some sort of forgery…”

“Shut. Up.”

That caught the older stallion off-guard. “I beg your pardon?”

The younger stallion didn’t even turn to face him. “I said ‘shut up’. It means ‘shut up’.”

The bureaucrat choked briefly, then scowled and blustered, “Do you even know whom you’re addressing?!”

“Chancellor Neighsay of the Equestrian Education Association, the utmost authority when it comes to Equestria’s schools and how they’re run.” Quiver’s scowl was just as fierce as he rounded upon his opposition. “And also a short-sighted, hypocritical bigot whose actions are doing far more to hurt Equestria than he’s ever done to help it! Now shut up and stand aside!” With Neighsay now left in stunned silence, Quiver politely ignored the approving smirk on Luna’s face as he approached Twilight. “Now as I was saying, assuming this is legit, I figured that you’d want to see it.”

Twilight took up the tome in her magic, then lightly went through its pages. “I can definitely see why you thought this could be important.” She then passed the volume off to Celestia and Luna. “Could this be genuine?”

The elder alicorn examined the pages herself. “I imagine we’d want to get a second opinion with someone accredited, but yes, I believe this is. I recognize Star Swirl’s horn-writing.”

“Indeed. He would often work to make it clear for another pony, but his natural horn-writing is here.” Luna gestured to the caption on one image. “He rarely worked that hard with the captions.”

“Then this could be a missing volume from his study!” Sunburst turned to Quiver and asked, “Where did you find this?”

“An antique shop, of all places. But I doubt the proprietor is engaged in anything shady. Or at least, I have no evidence to believe that’s the case.”

“No accusations are being made, Mister Quiver Quill.” Celestia then passed the journal to Sunburst. “I’m afraid my Old Ponish is a bit rusty. Sunburst, would you be so kind?”

The scholar nodded, and opened the journal to the first page and read the translation aloud. “‘The best elements within us can spread light and virtue, and I know ponies who represent them all. Strength, bravery, healing, beauty, hope, and sorcery. Myself and these Pillars of Equestria were gathered together by another to maintain and share the light of these powerful ideals, and protect this nation against all who would threaten them. The first such threat was against a Siren, called Basso Profundo…’”

“Stygian? Are you alright?”

Meadowbrook’s words shook the scholar from his reverie. They had covered the distance from where they’d arrived at the coast to a short distance from his village, very near to where he had first met Basso Profundo, and during that time, Star Swirl had quizzed and questioned the others in the party about their adventures, seeking out little details. And all the while, Stygian had been neglected.

“Not really, no. I feel…left out, I suppose.” Stygian’s gaze went to the ocean as he admitted, “It makes sense that Star Swirl would devote his attention towards you and the others. Your exploits are the stuff of legend, after all.”

“But your village is the one in direct danger, and your concern is for your friends and their safety.” At her friend’s nod, Meadowbrook gave him a reassuring smile. “Well, Ah am certain that your efforts were not in vain. And Ah am also certain that you have given some thought about how to stop Basso Profundo. As troubling as it would be for you to repeat those thoughts, perhaps you would like to share them with me?” Stygian gave her a surprised look as she elaborated, “To help organize them.”

Stygian managed a small smile. “Well, that does sound like a good idea.” He took up a loose stick and started to draw in the sand. “When I saw Basso Profundo earlier, he appeared to be drawing power forth from the ponies under his spell.” The drawings became a rough depiction of the Siren, surrounded by ponies with arrows pointed away from them. “If we can pull ponies away from him, give him fewer to draw from, it could weaken…”

“Ahem.” The two turned to find the rest of the party had joined them, with Star Swirl at the head. “Forgive my interruption, but I believe you are going about this the wrong way. While the lives of your neighbors are indeed something to be concerned with, we cannot risk dividing our attention.” A wave of magic swept away Stygian’s drawings as the sorcerer set to work. “We need to go back to the beginning.”

Stygian bowed his head as the rest of the party gathered around him, his mood clear to all but Star Swirl.

“I have been developing a theory, that the best elements within a pony can spread light and virtue.” The sorcerer started drawing circles in the sand, with those circles containing rough pictures of their own. “When brought together, by ponies who best demonstrate these elements, they can create a power capable of protecting the realm from all manner of threats.”

Flash Magnus grinned. “Stygian was talking about something like that.”

Star Swirl briefly eyed the pegasus. “Clearly why he sought us out.” He then continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Sorcery is, of course, the element which I represent. The others are Strength, Bravery, Healing, Beauty and Hope, which the five of you represent.”

“But what of Stygian?” Somnambula turned to the scholar and asked, “Surely he has something to contribute. He brought us together, after all.”

“Perhaps, but perhaps not. His presence in all of this might simply be providence, or it might be simple luck.” Star Swirl’s gaze turned to Stygian as he prodded, “Unless, of course, you have some hidden talent or skill that you have not disclosed?”

Stygian almost said something, but paused. “No.” He then bowed his head again. “I am nopony special. Anypony could have done what I have done.”

“Well, there is no fault in that. Not every pony has it in them to be a figure of legend.”

“I beg to differ.” Star Swirl’s gaze turned to Rockhoof as the mighty stallion recounted, “Perhaps anypony could have done what Stygian did, but the fact remains that it was Stygian who did it. He braved the journey to recruit each of us, with no guarantee of success. That takes bravery, and strength not of the body.”

“Ah agree, an’ Stygian started this journey because he had concern for his neighbors. Ah wouldn’t be much of a healer if Ah did not show proper concern for mah patients.”

“And it was brave of him to step in and interrupt a clash between my forces and those of the dragons.” Magnus grinned with approval. “Not many can do that.”

“And I might not have known him as long as the others, but I cannot deny that he has a certain beauty of spirit.” Mistmane was of similar mood as she smiled at the scholar. “He has put himself in danger for us, and for the ponies of his home.”

“Indeed. He brought us together, and holds us together even now.” Somnambula spread her wings for dramatic effect as she declared, “Perhaps it might not be the stuff of legend, but Stygian has united us in friendship. And friendship is certainly important.”

Stygian’s mood brightened at that. That these legendary ponies considered him a friend filled him with something that he hadn’t felt in a long time, a warmth. The dread that he’d felt had eased.

“Perhaps, but again, perhaps not. There’s no guarantee that we will even see one another after this adventure.”

And the dread returned, and Stygian’s spirits flagged.

“Regardless, I believe that the values I have discussed are the things which shall hold Equestria up. Pillars, if you will. Individually, they have been enough to best the forces of nature, cure terrible illnesses, defeat beasts, restore beauty and bring hope. Together, used in harmony, they can provide a raw magical power unlike any seen before, one that can maintain that harmony for generations to come.”

“And counteract this Siren and convince him to end his destructive actions.”

“I beg your pardon?” Star Swirl looked at Somnambula as though she had grown a second head. “There is such a thing as false hope, Somnambula. This creature came to our land, enslaved ponies and bent them to its will. I have learned this in my time studying magic, that while you can change the shape or color of something, you cannot change what it truly is. This Siren is very powerful, and very evil, and must be dealt with. Permanently.”

“Now Ah must beg your pardon.” Meadowbrook stood firm as she protested, “Ah am a healer, Star Swirl. An’ Ah have sworn an oath to preserve life, not destroy it.”

Star Swirl shook his head. “I have no intention of forcing you to end another creature’s life, Meadowbrook. If this Siren indeed draws strength from magic, then we can simply banish it somewhere that is without magic.”

“Does such a place exist?” Rockhoof eyed the sorcerer uneasily. “And assuming such a thing can be done, how do we know the Siren won’t simply menace the inhabitants of whatever land he’s banished to?”

“I know spells that allow for the transit between worlds, or to the gap between worlds, where magic cannot be found. And regardless, we have few options before us.” Star Swirl’s gaze went to Stygian. “The final choice lies with you, scholar. You came to me, seeking my wisdom, and I have shared it with you. What say you?”

Stygian paused, and considered. Basso Profundo certainly hadn’t demonstrated any willingness to act differently, and was certainly a threat. A part of him wondered if there was more to this, however, something they were unaware of. But still, his village…his neighbors…perhaps his nation.

Stygian bowed his head. “Star Swirl is right. It’s too dangerous to allow Basso Profundo to continue. He has to be stopped.”

“An intelligent decision, young pony.” Star Swirl’s gaze swept over the group as he elaborated, “Now, I can open the portal, but all of you must act to lead the Siren into it. Stygian spoke of it having a hypnotic voice. Meadowbrook, do you have a potion that can counteract it?”

“Yes, but not a lot.” Meadowbrook pulled a bottle from her pouch containing a glowing potion. “The main ingredient is a very rare plant, and Ah only have so much. The only other option is to fill our ears with beeswax or render ourselves deaf, but if we do that…”

“The potion will suffice. Each of us six shall take a dose. How long will it last?”

“Not long. An hour at most.”

“Then we shall need to be swift.” Star Swirl looked to Stygian. “Should we fail, you will need to return to Canterlot and notify the princesses.” He produced the very pendant that he had used to aid their transit and passed it to the scholar. “Under no circumstances, however, are they to attempt a rescue themselves. If we fall to this Siren, then it will be unstoppable. Even to an army of alicorns, let alone two young ones just barely having gained their Marks.”

“Yes.” Stygian accepted the pendant. “Of course, I understand.”

A part of him, however, felt wrong. He could see the logic behind Star Swirl’s thoughts, but was he right? He seemed so certain, however, and that was hardly a bad thing. Still, the others had been open to other opinions, been willing to see his view, and it had all worked for the best. Was he making the right decision now, acceding to Star Swirl’s experience and wisdom?

Perhaps he was. Perhaps he wasn’t.

“Oh my stars, I…” Sunburst had a giddy look on his face as he looked up from the tome before him, one matched by Twilight and the rest of the research team. “This is amazing! What’s recorded here, it matches up with what we’ve discovered in Meadowbrook’s diaries! The assembly of the Pillars, their fight with Basso Profundo and how it played out, all of it!”

“And in Star Swirl’s own words.” The journal floated back towards her, and Twilight took it up in her hooves with reverence. “This is…” The instant it touched her hooves, however, the book took on a bright glow, and Twilight gasped. “Oh my gosh! This is…!”

“Exactly what happened with Meadowbrook’s mask!” Fluttershy then awkwardly looked about and managed a sheepish smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I just speak out of turn?”

“You did no such thing, fair Fluttershy.” As she and her sister approached the gathered ponies, Luna’s tone was comforting, and more than a little eager. “Though this does raise its fair share of questions.”

“Ahem!” Heads turned back to Chancellor Neighsay, who looked more than a little frustrated at the proceedings. “If everypony is done being excited over this yet-to-be-verified text, could somepony kindly explain what the significance of all of this is?”

Applejack smirked. “Ah’m guessin’ the chancellor ain’t been read in on the particulars?”

“Indeed, though given he has stuck his nose into this, perhaps we had best honor his request.” Luna turned to Neighsay. “I assume that you have recollection of the plundervine incident from the recent Summer Sun Celebration?”

“Yes, and Princess Twilight did a commendable job of handing that crisis, but how does it relate to this research project?” He then turned to Twilight and asked, “Or to national security? According to the newspapers, the Elements of Harmony were used to stop the plundervines.”

“A half-truth intended to help prevent a national panic.” Celestia gestured to Twilight and explained, “In order to stop the plundervines and free myself and Luna, Twilight was forced to return the Elements of Harmony to their place of origin, the Tree of Harmony. There they have remained, inaccessible to anypony. Including their bearers.”

The explanation sank into Neighsay, and his expression shifted from irritation to genuine shock. “The Elements are… gone?”

“They aren’t gone, Chancellor. We just can’t remove them from the Tree. At least, not yet.” Twilight then turned to properly face him as she continued, “But when we returned them, the Tree produced something that we’ve come to call the Chest of Harmony. I’ve been working since then when possible to determine how to open it, and my research, naturally, has been focused upon the Tree of Harmony and its origins.”

“Star Swirl showed us the Tree very early in our reign, and Twilight’s research eventually led to her looking into any potential collaborators from his era. Mage Meadowbrook was one, and while I admit that my endeavors regarding her were motivated in part by self-interest, they have by all accounts been a welcome aid in her efforts.”

The chancellor took in a deep breath as he processed this new information. “My stars.” He then recollected himself and turned to the Princess of the Night. “Princess Luna, I believe that I owe you an apology. Perhaps your actions were motivated by self-interest, but regardless, they were also clearly in the national interest.” He then turned back to Twilight. “This Chest, can you describe it?”

“I can do better than that.” Twilight produced a copy of the chart detailing the Chest and its design based on her own examinations. “As you can see, pretty unusual.”

“A polychoron.” Neighsay then reasoned, “And clearly, the locks cannot be picked, otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation. And you were looking into the origins of the Tree because you believed that doing so would lead you to the Keys.”

Applejack nodded. “Can’t know where you’re goin’ if’n you don’t know where you came from.”

“Which led you to Star Swirl, and thus…” The chancellor frowned, then reasoned, “But there’s no mention of the Tree of Harmony in what you’ve uncovered, is there?”

“No, and what we have about Meadowbrook doesn’t even say anything specific about what happened to her, or Star Swirl, or the rest of the Pillars.” Twilight turned to the Princesses and explained, “Her last entry talked about wanting to check in with you alongside Mistmane, and it was dated to shortly after Princess Luna’s fall from grace.”

“Star Swirl would often keep us in the dark regarding what he and the Pillars did.” Luna turned to Celestia and offered, “Perhaps he kept them in the dark as well, about what we were experiencing?”

“If so, then Star Swirl may well have inadvertently led to more needless trouble than we had first believed.” Celestia then turned back to her protégé. “Skip to the end of Star Swirl’s journal. Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll find something there.”

Twilight nodded, then passed the book back to Sunburst. “If you’d do the honors?”

The bespectacled unicorn took up the book in his magic and turned to its final pages. “‘Dark days have fallen upon us, as it has become painfully clear that the very pony who brought us together now seeks our powers for himself. We had cast him out, but now this power-mad pony has turned to darkness to satisfy his thirst. Transformed into a Pony of Shadows, he has returned for revenge, to extinguish the Pillars’ light and rob the world of hope. To stop him, the Pillars and I must make a grave sacrifice. We have already left behind a seed in the hopes that one day, it will grow into a force to stand against the darkness for all time. For now, however, we must face the fiend with the only plan we have. I only hope it will be enough.’” Sunburst closed the journal and reported, “And that’s it.”

“Wait, so, there was a real Pony of Shadows?”

Pixie Dust snorted at Rainbow Dash’s anxious tone. “Anypony back home who paid attention to the old stories could’ve told you that.”

“But regardless, it’s clear that the Pony of Shadows was defeated.” Rarity waved a hoof in emphasis. “Equestria is still a land of light and hope, perhaps now more than ever.”

“Yes, but how? And where did they go?” Twilight frowned and noted, “And what is this ‘seed’ that Star Swirl’s talking about? I mean, it might be the same one from Meadowbrook’s journals, but we don’t have any way to confirm it.”

“Let’s tackle this one question at a time.” Celestia turned to Sunburst and noted, “I suspect that the pages of this book will at least be a start.”

The bespectacled unicorn flipped to the end of the book and explained, “Well, there is an illustration here at the end of a circle of standing stones, but I can’t make out the caption.”

“May I?” Heads turned to Quiver as he offered, “I can’t read Old Ponish, but I can read chicken-scratch. Both my father and I have lousy hoof-writing.”

Sour Sweet nodded in agreement as Sunburst passed the book back to Quiver, who sat down and held the book in his front hooves. “This is true.”

Quiver’s eyes narrowed on the caption until Pinkie provided a magnifying glass. “Thanks.” He took it up and continued, “Okay, I hope that I don’t butcher the pronunciation, but let’s see. ‘Hearg sylfum se Ponehenge’.” He looked up in shock at Twilight. “Ponehenge!”

“The Temple of Ponehenge!” The young alicorn looked as though she was ready to suck all the air out of the room. “That place is a legend! There are stories that say it predates the very founding of Equestria!”

“I know, I remember them. And about how nopony knows exactly where it is.” Quiver turned back to the journal and continued, “‘Toward dol grimlic of Fola Firgenbeorg’.”

Sunburst urged him on. “At the base of Foal Mountain…”

Quiver’s tone grew quiet as he finished, “‘User endemest scield’.”

“Our last stand.” Twilight turned to her gathered friends and declared, “Alright everypony, we know what to do now. To the base of Foal Mountain, and Ponehenge!”

“Now wait one moment!” Neighsay had apparently recovered himself enough to declare, “You won’t be going anywhere without me!”

“Oh?” Quiver had stood back up at this point and closed the volume. “Planning on being there to gloat in case this is a fool’s errand?”

The bureaucrat scowled at the stallion and noted, “As has been made abundantly clear, this could very well be of vital interest. Ponehenge, bare minimum, is something that should be approached as a proper archaeological site, and somepony with authority will need to be there to accredit whatever is found there.”

“Then perhaps Luna and I should come as well.” Celestia smiled as she reported, “Star Swirl was our teacher, and the other Pillars our friends. To finally learn what happened to them would be welcome.”

“And that puts aside the possibility of the two of you coming to blows.” Luna turned away from the gathering and called out, “Kibitz, cancel all of Celestia’s meetings for this afternoon! We are away on matters of national import, and shan’t be available for the remainder of the day!”

Celestia rolled her eyes and turned to Twilight. “You of course have no objection to our joining in?”

“No, of course not. But something tells me we can’t get there by train.”

The elder alicorn smiled. “I think we have a solution for that.”

Author's Note

My apologies if it feels like I'm drawing things out a bit too much. I'm not trying to create suspense - I'm just trying to keep chapter lengths manageable.

Parts of this chapter adapt events from Shadow Play, written by Josh Haber and Nicole Dubuc from a story by Haber. Mention is also made of events recounted in A Health of Information, written by Sammie Crowley and Whitney Wetta.

Stay tuned for the next chapter, true believers. It's all coming together.

Chapter Seven - Legacy of Light

The party stood at the outskirts of Stygian’s village. By some stroke of luck, Basso Profundo hadn’t ventured far from it, and seemed content to indulge himself with the local population. How much of it was good luck, however, remained to be seen.

Stygian stood off to the side as the Pillars downed Meadowbrook’s potion. He understood Star Swirl’s logic behind him holding back and not aiding in the struggle. The young unicorn was an amateur scholar at best, rather than some grand hero of legend like the ponies before him. Nonetheless, one thought pervaded his mind as he watched his idol rally the others.

“Pillars of Equestria…”

That he wished he was there with them.

“…to battle!”

As one, the six charged forth. Flash Magnus, appropriately enough, acted as the tip of the spear and shot through the air. He buzzed past the Siren, who laughed. “What’s this? Come to greet your new lord and…?!” He was interrupted as boulders pelted him from below courtesy of Rockhoof. Basso growled and spat a beam of magic from his maw, one that was swiftly blocked by Magnus and his shield. He growled and commanded, “Attack them, my slaves! Defend your master!”

The townsponies, previously lethargic or fighting among themselves, rounded upon the Pillars. Many were swiftly distracted by Somnambula, and galloped after her only to fall and seemingly vanish into solid earth. The illusion spell faded as Mistmane looked on placidly and Meadowbrook released a sleeping draught into the newly-revealed pit.

Basso growled even as the two pegasi continued to zip around him, neither holding still enough to allow him an easy target. Bright flashes then appeared before his eyes, which caused him to cry out in shock. No longer needed to cast illusions, Mistmane had turned her attention to creating flares with her magic. “Star Swirl, I do believe now is as good a time as any!”

Star Swirl nodded in agreement, but as his horn glowed, the gemstone embedded in the Siren’s glowed with bright, almost overwhelming light. Basso Profundo, in turn, convulsed and cried out in pain before falling to the ground. He landed with a hard thud, seemingly unconscious.

The Pillars stood in surprise, but kept their distance. Rockhoof, despite himself, couldn’t help but ask the question that was on each of their minds. “Did we do that?”

“No, land-dweller.” Heads turned towards the coast, and the Pillars readied themselves as they lay eyes upon two more Sirens. “You did not.”

From his vantage point, Stygian went pale. “Oh no…”

High in the Equestrian skies, an airship softly soared. It was small as far as airships went, somewhere between two and three hundred feet in length, but with comfortable enough space onboard for its passengers and small crew. Its exterior was simple and understated, but elegant in its own way, and its interior was little different.

Quiver Quill laughed as he surveyed the interior. “If anypony told me that I would be hitching a ride on the personal airship of Princess Celestia herself, I’d think they were crazy.”

“Well, even the crazy ones are right some of the time.” Celestia smiled and briefly turned her gaze around the ship’s lounge, the various bearers as well as the members of Twilight’s research team clearly pleased with the amenities. “I insisted that the Aurora not be this ostentatious thing when she was commissioned. Seeing Blueblood’s excesses with his own airship gave me plenty of reason.”

“Well I’d say that you made the right choice.” Twilight was seated at a round table, her newest bit of research material laid out as she examined its contents. “And I’m glad that it was available for us. Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble, Twilight.” The elder alicorn’s gaze then went to the rest of the research team, as well as their unofficial new addition. “And regardless, it will be more than worth the time.”

“Here’s hoping.” Celestia departed, and Quiver then turned to the unicorn stallion among them. “So, Sunburst. I hear we have you to thank for a lot of ponies being saved in the Crystal Empire recently.”

The bespectacled scholar shrugged. “I didn’t do anything special. I just happened to know about a spell that could protect all of us non-natives to the Empire when all of those temporal shifts occurred. I just wish that I knew what had caused them.” He didn’t notice Quiver’s brief smirk before he continued. “In any case, this isn’t anything compared to you finding Star Swirl’s journal, or being able to decipher his horn-writing.”

The brown stallion shrugged. “The latter was practice, the former was dumb luck.”

“Dumb luck and somepony owing you a favor.” Lyra grinned and playfully nudged her friend with one hoof before Sunrunner playfully ruffled his mane with one wing. “So, any theories?”

Quiver raised an eyebrow at his friend’s remark before his marefriend prompted, “Come on, Quivs. Don’t hold out on us. Something’s gotta be percolating in that brain of yours.”

The stallion frowned as his gaze went to the journal. “Well, I do have a couple things cooking. One is less of a theory right now, and more of a conjecture. I’m not comfortable sharing it, at least for the time being.”

Twilight set down the journal and regarded him. “And the second one?”

“Star Swirl wrote in that journal that the one who gathered the Pillars together was transformed into a Pony of Shadows. He doesn’t name him, but we can safely conclude from Meadowbrook’s diaries that it was Stygian. That Star Swirl didn’t name him is suggestive. He might not well have held Stygian in high regard from the start.” Quiver frowned. “Then again, Star Swirl wasn’t exactly a paragon of virtue himself.”

“No, he wasn’t.” Twilight frowned herself, then turned to another table. “Lieutenant Pixie Dust? Could you come over here please?”

The thestral approached. “Was wondering when you’d get around to asking me about the Pony of Shadows.”

The young alicorn made a sheepish expression. “To be fair, stories like that aren’t exclusive to the Hollow Shades. Still, maybe you can shed some light on things?”

“I can try.” The mare pulled up a chair and explained, “You all know that Hollow Shades is one of the oldest settlements in Equestria, right? Well, there are ruins there, traces of a civilization that existed decades, maybe centuries prior to the time of the founders.”

“That’s not implausible.” Moondancer looked about the rest of the group and explained, “Some new settlements will build upon the ruins left by older ones, if only to save time.”

“Yeah, but there’s one structure they didn’t do much building on.” Pixie Dust’s attention was firmly fixed on Twilight and Quiver as she continued. “There’s a structure underneath the town. Nopony goes down there, mostly because of the old legends. The only way in is through an opening in the town center that looks like a well. Between that and the stories, it’s called the Well of Shades. According to them, a long time ago, a pony ventured down there and released something dark and terrible that had been sealed away.”

Quiver raised an eyebrow. “Like ‘Nightmare Moon’ dark and terrible?” At the thestral’s nod, he thoughtfully rubbed his chin with one hoof. “Interesting.”

“Maybe the Nightmare wasn’t the only force of dark magic in existence?” Twilight timidly offered.

“Or it and whatever force Stygian bonded with are somehow linked, parts of a greater whole that was torn asunder long ago.” Quiver sighed. “We may never know.”

At the opposite end of the lounge, Neighsay regarded the group with a scowl as Celestia joined him. “You look as though you have a great deal on your mind.”

“As well I should. Princess Twilight has chosen to surround herself with less than agreeable company.”

The alicorn smirked. “You just don’t like the fact that he shouted you down.”

“The shouting and disrespect is one thing, but those accusations…” The bureaucrat seethed. “Who is he to make such claims anyway?”

“Mister Quiver Quill?” The smirk didn’t leave Celestia’s face as she explained, “Only the stallion who saw my sister’s return coming years in advance. You remember that conference a few years ago, when the pilot program for the zero-tolerance policy was discussed?”

“Yes, but…?” Recognition clicked across the bureaucrat’s face. “Him? That was the colt who wrote that story?” The previous scowl was now replaced with an expression of astonishment. “I didn’t realize. I’ve long wondered how a colt so young could fit together the pieces needed to find the truth behind that mystery.”

Celestia’s smirk turned into a grin. “Then why don’t you ask him?”

Neighsay went silent, and found himself thinking that doing so would be the most prudent course of action. For now, however, there were more pressing issues to deal with.

The two new Sirens floated high above the settlement, their eyes fixed upon the gathered Pillars. The one who had spoken had a slenderer build than Basso Profundo, her scales with varying shades of green rather than red and orange. Such colors made the red gemstone upon her breast stand out all the more clearly as she and her associate descended. “Be at peace, land-dwellers. We mean no harm.”

Star Swirl regarded them with suspicion. “And what proof have we of these claims?”

The other Siren, closer in build to the fallen one at their hooves and colored in bright oranges and yellows, frowned upon the sorcerer. “The proof of us having dispatched our own kin in your aid should be sufficient.”

“Mezzo.” The female Siren raised one limb to calm her associate, then turned her attention back to the Pillars. “Please, we ask of you the chance to explain ourselves.”

“We would welcome such!” This voice caused surprise to form upon Star Swirl’s face as he turned to its source, then annoyance as he recognized the pair of teenagers and the scholar who descended to join him and the Pillars. The alicorn mare at the lead, her pink mane starting to shift into pastel hues, looked up at the Sirens and continued, “Though we ask that you explain yourselves to the whole of our party, rather than simply to our defenders.”

The female Siren accepted that request with a slight nod, then gestured to herself. “I am Allegra Soprana.” She then gestured to her conscious associate. “This is Mezzo Spinto. Our third, Basso Profundo, lies defeated before you. We three are natives of Coltlantis, a nation which rests deep beneath the surface of the nearby seas.”

The pink-maned alicorn stood tall. “And I am Celestia. Daughter of the House of Everstar, Princess of the Sun, and co-ruler of the Unified Kingdom of Equestria.” She gestured to the smaller alicorn at her left. “My sister Luna, Princess of the Night.” And then to the wizened sorcerer behind them. “Our advisor and protector, Star Swirl the Bearded.”

Allegra nodded. “Highness. We offer our apologies for the actions of our compatriot. It would seem that he has wrought devastation upon your nation and kin. We assure you, we did not seek quarrel with you, though such assurances no doubt ring hollow given Basso Profundo’s actions.” She briefly turned to her fallen comrade. “This was not how things were meant to be.”

“Then please explain to us how things were meant to be.”

“We were meant to be protectors.” Mezzo Spinto kept a steely gaze upon the gathered ponies even as he explained further. “We were chosen by our holy rulers to defend our home beneath the waves, and granted these Siren Stones as tools to further that end.”

“Though it would seem that not all of us were able to carry their burden.” Allegra gestured to her stone and admitted, “Basso left us, overwhelmed with the power he had been granted, and came here. We were forbidden to follow him, and only now came because we could not stand idly by any further knowing the damage he could cause.” Her gaze briefly went over the gathered Pillars as she admitted, “And it would seem that our arrival was fortuitous. You have many brave souls amongst your subjects, Celestia of Equestria.”

Celestia nodded. “Your compliments are appreciated. What now for you and your associates?”

“Now we return from whence we came, and trouble you no further.” The two Sirens reached down and collected their third, then rose up into the sky while Allegra continued to speak. “I doubt that our kinds shall meet again, but should that happen, I hope that it will occur under more pleasant circumstances.”

The young alicorn nodded, and the gathered party watched as the three Sirens departed over the horizon.

Once he was certain that the intruders were out of earshot, Star Swirl rounded upon his two charges. “What in the Maker’s name are you foals doing here?! I expressly told you not to follow me!”

“And it is quite well that we did not follow your command!” The younger of the Royal Sisters rounded upon her mentor and declared, “We are the rulers of Equestria, Star Swirl! How are we to rule if you perform our duties for us?”

“And how are we to learn if you do not give us the chance to try things for ourselves?” The elder sister joined Luna and added, “Besides, the instant the other two Sirens showed up, this became a matter of diplomacy. Had they not appeared, Luna and I would have stayed out of the battle anyway. You’d almost won, after all.”

“None of that is hardly relevant! You might well be the rulers of this land, but it is my task to guide and protect you, and I cannot do that if you do not heed my wisdom! Things may have proceeded in our favor on this occasion, but that does not mean it will be the same in future!”

“Perhaps.” Celestia raised an eyebrow. “But how are we to trust that you have our best interests at heart if you do not trust us with the truth?”

Star Swirl glowered at his charge. “The issue here is not trust, but…!” A stifled laugh, and he turned to the most wizened of their number. “You have something to add to this discussion?”

“Only that neither side is wrong.” Mistmane regarded her fellow mage with an expression that made clear he wasn’t going to dissuade her and said, “But given your secret has been exposed, there is no point in maintaining it.”

The old sorcerer relented. “Very well.” He turned back to his charges and explained, “Yes, I did withhold information from you, but it was for your benefit and that of Equestria. The two of you are far too important to endanger on a quest to defend this realm.”

“And would you have told us the full truth of what you had done upon your return?” Celestia gestured to the gathered Pillars, who had clustered together near Star Swirl. “Or introduced us to those you had gathered, so that we may bestow upon them proper thanks?”

“From the way things seem, it is likely that he would not have done so.” Mistmane’s attention went from Star Swirl to the Royal Sisters as she gently smiled. “But no thanks are needed, your Highnesses.”

“Aye, each of us chose to defend and serve the realm in one manner or another.” Rockhoof then gestured to one of their number in particular and said, “Though if one of us was most deserving of your favor, it would be Stygian. It was he who alerted us to the danger posed by the Siren and brought us together. Had it not been for him, we would not be having this conversation.”

Celestia nodded and turned her attention to the scholar. “Very well then. Stygian, you have the gratitude of your sovereigns and your nation. Whatever reward you would seek, name it.”

That took Stygian by surprise. “Oh, well, I seek no reward.”

“Well do you perhaps seek employment?” Luna stepped up and offered, “We are of no doubt that there is room enough for you in Canterlot, and Star Swirl would likely welcome your aid in future matters.”

The sorcerer stroked his beard. “Perhaps an assistant would be useful, if only to help me keep the two of you from getting into further trouble. What say you, Stygian?”

Stygian didn’t immediately answer.

Dense forest surrounded the site of Ponehenge, but there was enough of a clearing to allow the party to step hoof onto it, albeit with a few branches and bushes being pushed aside with magic. The group found itself at a circle of standing stones, each one varying in height and with carved areas large enough for a pony to stand upon, surrounding a central stone platform with a recessed part to its middle. The area was clearly worn with time, but it nonetheless had an air of power and dignity to it, one that wasn’t lost on its visitors.

“This is it.” Twilight looked about the site in awe as many of her associates drew cameras from their panniers. “Alright everypony, this is a major archaeological site. We need to treat it with the respect it deserves. Don’t touch anything until it’s photographed first.”

Rarity fought back the urge to clear away debris until Sunburst photographed one of the rocky, vine-covered pillars from every angle. At the scholar’s nod, she pulled away the vines with her magic, and more pictures were taken of the uncovered stonework. “Rather curious carvings.”

“They look like runes, but I’ve never seen ones like this before.” Sunburst cleared away what dust he could with his magic, and then produced paper and graphite. “I’ll make a rubbing. Maybe we can decipher it.”

Lyra inspected similar runes elsewhere on the site and grinned. “I might have a few ideas about where to start.”

Twilight and Moondancer grinned in turn at their friend’s remark as Rainbow Dash cleared away a vine. “Well, whoever carved those things had to do it a long time ago. The way this place looks, nopony’s been here for ages.”

“An’ we’ll need a lot more ponies than just us to clear this place out.” Applejack nonetheless pulled a vine free from one bit of stonework. “Not to mention more time.”

“Which means that this is now the task of a proper archaeological expedition.” Neighsay approached the young princess. “I suggest that you allow the experts to continue from here, Princess Twilight.”

“Chancellor, the ‘experts’ have been more than happy to dismiss stories of the Pillars and Ponehenge as myths and legends for the last thousand years. How do I know they won’t just dismiss the proof of their existence as well?” Twilight idly set Star Swirl’s journal down on one bit of stonework before she turned back to the bureaucrat and continued, “Besides, you said it yourself, what we’re uncovering here has…”

Twilight barely noticed parts of the book’s cover start to glow with brilliant light. She and Neighsay stepped back as the book opened and flipped through its pages, and glowing swirls of magic emerged from within. The swirls shifted into a figure that was all too familiar to many of the ponies present, a tall and slender stallion with a long grey beard garbed in a bell-adorned cloak and hat.

“Star Swirl the Bearded!” Twilight exclaimed and approached the figure. “I can’t believe…!”

“Twilight, wait!” Celestia approached her protégé and held her back. “That isn’t Star Swirl. It’s some form of magical projection.”

“And it’s not the only one!” Heads turned at Quiver’s exclamation as further projections took form at the base of the other standing stones. These projections were of the other five acknowledged Pillars, their gazes cast towards the central platform. As the projections completed themselves, the one of Star Swirl cast a beam towards the central platform, only for an inky black form to take shape. First it was a sphere, then it started to sprout legs before coalescing into a pony-like form and breaking into maniacal laughter.

Pixie Dust turned pale as she recognized the sight before them. “The Pony of Shadows.”

Luna wrapped one wing protectively around a shuddering Fluttershy, her own expression sorrowful. “Stygian.”

Those gathered backed away from the sight as the projection played out before them, but not one averted their gaze as the Pillars stood firm. Star Swirl’s expression was determined, and while the others shared that determination, regret could also be seen if one paid close enough attention.

“You summon me at your peril, Star Swirl!” The Pony of Shadows locked his gaze upon the sorcerer as he bellowed, “Once I defeat all of you, this realm will embrace the darkness, as I have done!” The shadowy form sprouted wings, and vine-like tendrils shot out and ensnared each of the Pillars. As the skies overhead seemed to darken further, the Pony of Shadows laughed and continued to gloat. “Drawing me here will only make me stronger. You will never defeat me!”

“We did not come here to defeat you.” With a flash from his horn, Star Swirl’s projection tore away his bindings, then lifted up a projection of the very journal that had led them to the site. A beam of magic went from the journal to Flash Magnus’s shield, then to a flower held by Mistmane, then a scrap of cloth held by Somnambula, to the mask worn by Mage Meadowbrook, and finally to the shovel held by Rockhoof before returning to Star Swirl, an unbroken hexagon of light and magic now surrounding the Pony of Shadows.

As light build around him, the enemy looked about in surprise. “What are you doing?!”

Star Swirl’s tone was determined and final as he declared, “We came…to contain you.”

The six Pillars lifted themselves and the Pony of Shadows up from the ground, the latter screaming out in defiance all the while, until all seven were engulfed in a bright flash of light. All that was left behind of their projections were those of their artifacts, which fell back to the earth and shattered in bursts of light where they struck.

Sour Sweet stepped forward, and looked about. “We all saw that, right?”

“Indeed.” Luna approached and reasoned, “What we just saw was an impression of events from long ago. Bringing Star Swirl’s relic here was what allowed us to view it.” She turned to Twilight and explained, “It must have absorbed a great deal of ambient magic from not only the spell, but also Star Swirl. I suspect the other artifacts we saw were similarly affected.”

“Which means if we’d brought Meadowbrook’s mask here, it might’ve triggered the same thing.” At Luna’s nod, Moondancer pointed at each pillar in turn and reasoned, “And all the other artifacts we saw the Pillars carrying, they were linked to them in their legends. At least, Netitus and Rockhoof’s shovel were.”

“Ooh!” Pinkie Pie perched herself atop one of the standing stones like a mountain goat and declared, “Maybe that scrap of cloth Somnambula was holding was the blindfold she wore when she fought that nasty Sphinx!”

“Which implies the flower had a close connection to Mistmane.” Rarity considered that. “I remember an illustrated version of that story, where she rescued such a flower from being snatched away by Silver Sable. Could it be the same one?”

“Let’s not distract ourselves with the details.” Neighsay approached Twilight and noted, “The important thing is that we know what happened Star Swirl and the Pillars. They sacrificed themselves to save Equestria from Stygian.”

Celestia sighed. “He never told me about this. Any of this. He shouldn’t have kept me in the dark. He…”

“He probably thought that you had enough on your plate.” Quiver approached the princess and reasoned, “This all happened not long after you lost Princess Luna, didn’t it?”

The elder alicorn nodded. “I assigned searchers to try and find them, based on what little information I had. I never heard anything beyond that.”

Quiver frowned at that, but kept his thoughts to himself as Twilight sat on her haunches and reflected, “We might know what happened to Star Swirl and the Pillars, but we still don’t know anything else about this ‘seed’ they left behind.” She bowed her head. “Maybe this was all a waste of time.”

“No. It wasn’t.” She looked up in surprise as Neighsay regarded her with pride. “Perhaps you haven’t found the exact answers that you were seeking, Princess Twilight, but you’ve nonetheless given us answers to one of Equestria’s greatest mysteries. It will be inconvenient to rewrite the history books yet again, but I think the printers will understand. I certainly do, and I am more than grateful for it.”

“And you’ve given us a measure of closure.” Celestia smiled. “Besides, I don’t think you’ve exhausted every avenue.”

“No, I don’t think she has.” Spike reached into his backpack and produced a familiar vial. “But this one’s a bit of a longshot. It’s what left of that potion Twilight got from Zecora, the one that clued us in on what was going on with the plundervines.”

Twilight eyed the potion uneasily. “It did show me things related to the Elements before.” She swished the last dregs about. “But there’s so little left. And if I use it now, it’s gone. Besides, I’ll have no way of proving what I see, assuming I even see anything.”

“Twilight, I don’t think we have a lot of options left.” Spike looked at her with what he hoped was encouragement. “Go on.”

The young alicorn resigned herself, uncorked the last of the potion, and downed it. “I just hope…”

And then the world went white.

Twilight found herself within a familiar cavern, but briefly gasped as she took sight of its most prominent feature. The Tree of Harmony was still present, but it was smaller, reedier, and bereft of its crystalline branches. Nonetheless, the outlines suggestive of a sun, a crescent moon, and the same six-pointed star depicted by her cutie mark were still present.

“Mah stars!” Twilight instinctively moved to one side, despite knowing that this was simply a vision, and turned to see Star Swirl lead his fellow Pillars into the cavern, with Stygian in the rear. Meadowbrook took keen interest in the Tree and asked, “Where did this come from?”

“Alas, I do not know its origins.” Star Swirl approached the Tree and explained, “But in my travels and journeys, I have determined three things. The first is that this Crystal Tree, for lack of a better name, is ancient, far older than we know. The second is that its magic is of a similar sort to that of the Crystal Heart, which protects the Crystal Empire to the far north.”

“I have heard stories of the Crystal Empire.” Mistmane smiled fondly. “One day, I hope to visit it.”

“Perhaps you will, but that is for another day.” The sorcerer cleared his throat and continued. “The third is that this Tree could provide the key to ensuring Equestria’s future, and a means of maintaining harmony in the realm. But it needs to be nurtured, and we are the ones to do it.”

Flash Magnus raised an eyebrow. “Forgive my skepticism, but this is a crystal. You don’t nurture a crystal like you do a plant.”

“No, but this is no ordinary crystal. And nurturing it only requires something simple.” Star Swirl reached underneath his robes and produced a small crystalline cube that shined a brilliant white. “All ponies have innate magic within them, and we six, as I have said, embody the virtues that are needed to guide this nation going forward. We shall bond our magic to this crystal, and then bond it to the tree, so that it may…”

“Forgive me, Star Swirl, but I think there’s a flaw in your plan.” Rockhoof stepped forward. “There’s seven of us, not six. Even the Princesses acknowledge it.”

“And it is only right that we each bond our magic to a specific crystal, and then bond them to the Tree.” Somnambula smiled and turned to Stygian. “Together.”

The young scholar looked between them in surprise. “Really?”

Star Swirl scowled. “This stone is a gift from the alicorn tribe. They represent the best of all of the tribes.”

“And where were they when the Windigoes attacked?” The great earth pony among them stood firm. “Where were they when we struggled against our individual foes? Or when we fought Basso Profundo? We cannae rely on them, and if we’re going to build this nation, we need to do so with our own foundations.”

The sorcerer looked about, then frowned. “Very well.” He tucked the stone away with some frustration before he turned back to his fellows. “But I…” His frown deepened as he saw Mistmane produce gemstones from a pouch around her neck. “You planned all of this together before you came.”

The wizened mare shook her head. “No, there was no concerted effort, though I think that most of us were all of the same mind. I was simply optimistic that such was the case, especially in light of other circumstances.” She began passing gemstones to her comrades and explained, “You are not the only one to know of this cavern, or of the Crystal Tree. I found it as well, and I believe that what we do here will indeed have great import for the future.” She passed a lone peridot to Stygian, then produced an amethyst and turned to Star Swirl. “Shall we perform the spell together, or do you wish to do it yourself?”

“I can perform the spell myself, thank you.” Star Swirl claimed the gemstone and held it against his chest as his horn glowed a brilliant white. The gem, in turn, took on a brilliant glow of its own, which remained even as it left his chest. One by one, he repeated the spell, and soon, all seven carried a glowing stone. “Now then, to the Tree.”

The seven turned to the Tree, their gemstones presented before them. The citrine held by Rockhoof was the first to rise, followed by the pink sapphire from Meadowbrook. Next the blue topaz from Somnambula, and then the purple garnet from Mistmane. They were followed by the ruby from Flash Magnus, the peridot from Stygian, and finally, Star Swirl’s amethyst. Even the sorcerer seemed surprised as the gemstones were pulled towards the Tree, and seemed to sink into its surface.

And then the Tree began to glow, and grow. Its crystalline trunk thickened and swelled, and branches and roots grew and sprouted at a rapid rate. As its growth slowed and ceased, five branches formed and took on prominent forms at their ends, each one bearing one of five multifaceted gemstones.

Flash Magnus’s gaze went to the branch that pointed straight up from the Tree, where he saw his now larger ruby. “Well, five are accounted for.”

“Six.” Star Swirl cast a spell, and the star-shaped indent in the trunk opened to reveal the now similarly-shaped amethyst within. “As I said, six Elements.” The spell ended, and the indent snapped shut. “Not seven.”

The last thing Twilight saw was the crestfallen look upon Stygian’s face, and all the Pillars save Star Swirl doing their best to comfort the scrawny scholar.

Twilight emerged from her trance, briefly shook her head, and beamed. “Oh my gosh…”

“Twilight?” Spike approached her hesitantly and asked, “What happened? What did you see?”

“I saw Star Swirl and the other Pillars, and Stygian.” The young alicorn’s gaze swept over the gathered ponies as she explained, “It must have happened after their battle with Basso Profundo. The seven of them came to the Tree of Harmony, each one with a gemstone infused with some of their innate magic, and bonded those gemstones to the Tree. It grew, and the Elements were formed.”

“Whoa now, hang on a second.” Applejack regarded her friend with surprise. “You’re sayin’ the Elements came from them?”

Sunburst’s eyes widened at the implications. “Their actions might well have accelerated its development, like adding fertilizer to crops to help them grow.”

The farmpony nodded. “Ain’t a bad analogy, assumin’ you ain’t makin’ too many leaps.” A gentle laugh sounded from her side, and she turned to Quiver. “And what’s got you laughin’?”

“Sorry, but…” The stallion regained control of himself as he explained, “It’s almost too perfect to be believed.” His gaze now went over each of the Bearers as he explained, “Remember that conjecture I was talking about earlier? Well, now it’s a theory.” He sat down. “Everypony has their biases, some way of viewing the world informed by their experiences. Star Swirl was no different. He was right about the best elements within us spreading light and virtue, but I think he was wrong in how they viewed them.” His focus turned to Applejack as he continued, “Sure, you need strength to fend off the forces of nature, but there’s more than one kind of strength. You also need inner strength, strength of character. The strength you need to be true to yourself.”

The farmer smiled. “The strength to be honest.”

Quiver nodded, then turned to Rainbow Dash. “Bravery is something to be applauded, but without good cause, it’s less bravery and more recklessness. You need something worthy to inspire that bravery, and Flash Magnus wasn’t brave to show off.”

“He acted for his friends and comrades!” The prismatic pegasus beamed as she finished the stallion’s thought. “He acted out of loyalty!”

Quiver then turned to Fluttershy. “Healers don’t do what they do for fame or glory. Their actions are performed because, deep down, they genuinely want to help others. And you need something special for that.”

The gentle mare smiled. “A kind heart.”

He then turned to Rarity. “Mistmane was famed for her beauty long after she sacrificed it to save her home and redeem Sable Spirit. That’s because true beauty isn’t on the outside, but on the inside. And she showed it by giving of herself to help others where she could, in ways big and small.”

The elegant mare smiled. “A generous spirit.”

Now to Pinkie Pie. “And the best way I know to spread hope and lift a pony’s spirit?”

“Laughter!” The party pony giggled.

Finally, to Twilight. “And sorcery is just one of a number of ways to express magic. The fact that Star Swirl’s journal reacted to you, and Meadowbrook’s mask reacted to Fluttershy, suggests some sympathetic magic between the two of you and the two of them. Each of you does your best to live up to those elements, and show the best parts of yourselves, just as the Pillars did at their best.” Quiver smiled and summarized, “Girls, you’re a legacy.”

Neighsay cleared his throat. “As appealing as this theory is, if what Princess Twilight says is correct, then Stygian also contributed to the strengthening of the Tree. If that’s so, then why are there only six elements? By that logic, there should be seven.”

Luna smiled and then prompted, “Sister, I think it’s time.”

Celestia nodded, then turned to her former student. “Twilight, I must apologize. I’ve kept something from you, something related to the Tree of Harmony that I have only shared with Luna. I only did so because it was but a simple theory at the time, but given all that you have uncovered, that theory appears to have more validity to it than it did before.”

The younger sibling continued where her elder left off. “Do you recall that when you returned the Elements to the Tree, two strands of magic went through it?”

“Of course. One created the Chest, and the other went up a branch…” Twilight gasped. “Oh my gosh! You’re not saying that there’s now a seventh Element of Harmony?!”

“That was my initial theory, but given the information that you have uncovered, I think it’s less that one was created, and more that another may have been there all along, lying dormant until triggered.” Celestia smiled. “And I think we both know who might be responsible for that coming to pass.”

Twilight laughed, more than a little awestruck at the implications, before Rainbow Dash interjected, “Hang on! This doesn’t mean we have to track down a seventh key, does it?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Twilight smiled. “Opening the Chest is meant for the six of us. The seventh Bearer, if they’re who I think they are, probably has their own trials to face. Assuming they haven’t done so already.”

“But who…?” Applejack paused as she realized exactly whom her friend was thinking of, then laughed. “She’s gonna have her some mixed feelin’s about this.”

“Can’t you say the same about the rest of us?” Twilight wondered aloud, “But what could that element be? And what would Stygian have represented if he’d been recognized as a Pillar?”

Quiver shrugged. “Well, I don’t know about that seventh element, but if it were me, I’d say that Stygian’s virtue would be Vision. He saw a danger to Equestria, and he saw what needed to be done to defeat it, and assembled the group we now know as the Pillars of Equestria. That he didn’t get any credit for it is a tragedy.”

“No kidding.” Moondancer approached the plinth upon which had appeared the projection of the Pony of Shadows and explained, “The other Pillars are at least fondly remembered as legends in their own right, but Stygian was forgotten in favor of what he became.” She sadly looked to Princess Luna. “I guess history does repeat if you’re not careful.”

The Princess of the Night nodded solemnly. “Indeed. Stygian’s tale may have had a different start, but the road traveled led to similar places to mine.” She then looked up and asked, “Which raises the question of what happened to the seven of them.”

“Actually, I think I might know!” Twilight stepped forward and explained, “Star Swirl and the Pillars pulled themselves and the Pony of Shadows-slash-Stygian into Limbo! The gap between worlds!”

“That’s plausible, given Star Swirl knew how to travel between them.” Moondancer turned to Lyra. “It’s not impossible that he could figure out how to only go part of the way, rather than cross the entire gap.”

The minty green unicorn grinned. “Especially given what else he came up with.”

“And even better, I think that we can bring them back.” Twilight grinned eagerly as she explained, “And best of all, it’ll be like they never left! Limbo is a no-place! Time stands still there!”

Quiver’s expression turned worried. “Um, Twilight…”

“The first thing that we’d need to do is gather artifacts linked to the Pillars. We have Star Swirl’s journal, and we can easily borrow Meadowbrook’s mask from Cattail. That just leaves locating the other four…”

The stallion approached the young alicorn and raised his voice. “Twilight, I think you need to…”

“And after that, we can just bring them here, and reverse the spell! Granted, it might be difficult, but we know what we’re looking for, so…!”

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” Quiver then grasped Twilight’s head with both hooves and turned it to face him. “Will you stop for one second, use that big brain of yours, and think?!” Now satisfied that he had the young mare’s attention, he asked, “Now, the Pillars pulled themselves into Limbo in order to trap Stygian, AKA the Pony of Shadows, correct?”

“Well, yes!”

“Ergo, assuming that we’re able to find the remaining four artifacts and perform the spell, what would happen?”

“We’d bring the Pillars back!”

“And…?!”

The gears in Twilight’s head started turning, and she realized what Quiver was getting at. “And we’d release Stygian in the process.”

“And something tells me that in order to stop him, even with Star Swirl and the Pillars back in the bargain, we’d need the Elements of Harmony, or something like them.” Quiver released his grip on his friend’s head. “I agree with you, releasing Star Swirl and the Pillars would be a good thing. But now isn’t the time. There’s a lot here that we still don’t know. You need to wait, at least until after the Chest has been opened. Maybe after that, we can try and locate those artifacts.”

Twilight sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, if either of us should be apologizing, it’s me. I rough-hooved a member of the nobility.”

The various Guardsponies present laughed as Celestia chimed in, “I don’t think that anypony will be pressing charges. Besides, you were clearly acting with the best of intentions.” The elder alicorn approached with her sister. “In any case, Mister Quiver Quill is right. One quest at a time, hmm?”

Twilight nodded. “Of course.” Twilight looked around and managed a sad smile. “Still, with all of this, it feels like we’re leaving something unfinished.”

“Maybe so, but I think we’ve found a lot of those puzzle pieces.” Sunrunner approached. “Maybe we don’t know where the Tree came from, but we know where the Elements came from. Plus, we’ve shed light on a part of Equestria’s history that had been dismissed as legend up until now. If that isn’t a victory, I don’t know what is.”

That brightened Twilight’s spirits, and she smiled. “Alright then everypony. Let’s go home.”

Fortunately for the residents of Stygian’s village, the sleeping draught had worn off within an hour of the Siren’s defeat. Further, they were none the worse for wear, especially after receiving treatment from Meadowbrook and Mistmane, and they were more than pleased at the presence of the Royal Sisters. Naturally enough, celebrations were upon them.

Stygian found himself of mixed feelings about this. Yes, the village had every right to celebrate, as a terrible evil had been defeated and ponies of great fame and renown were among them and responsible. But a part of him, perhaps fueled by envy, found himself wishing that his part had been acknowledged by his neighbors. As comforting as it was that his part was being acknowledged by the Royal Sisters and all of the Pillars save Star Swirl, it hurt that he was being outshine by them.

As the scholar entered his home and considered his thoughts, he tried to take comfort in the fact that the deed had been done. Basso Profundo was defeated, and no longer of their concerned… at least, for now.

Stygian looked among his books, and thought of the stories he had collected and the tales he had been told of his friends’ exploits. The realm was still young, and it would need defenders. Perhaps it had them.

For now, Stygian needed to do what he could to help them keep the realm safe. And perhaps, with time, he would be seen as an equal to the Pillars. At least, he could hope.

As the Aurora made its way across Equestria, Quiver sat alone in the airship’s lounge and watched the world speed by far below. The others had likely retreated to the bunks that had been set aside for them or elsewhere on the airship, which left him to himself until they reached their destination. He didn’t mind being alone, at least in this case. It gave him time to reflect, even if it would only be for so long.

Celestia had made arrangements for the airship to speed back to Ponyville and drop off most of its passengers there before returning to Canterlot, which saved him and many of the others the trouble of getting train tickets home. He certainly didn’t mind. The sooner he was back home and in bed, the better.

“Excuse me.” His reverie was broken as he turned to see the one pony onboard that he had no genuine desire to spend time with. “May I join you?”

Quiver shrugged. “It’s a free country, last I checked.”

Neighsay sat at an empty chair at the table, and did his best to keep a neutral expression. “As much as I disagree with how you provided it, your advice to Princess Twilight Sparkle was sound. Thank you, for preventing her from making a terrible mistake.”

“However?”

“However, as insightful as you are, that doesn’t excuse your earlier behavior.” The older stallion locked his gaze upon the younger. “I have no expectation that everypony will like me, and am resigned to that fact. Life is not a popularity contest. Your earlier claims, however, are something that I refuse to ignore. Everything that I have done, every policy decision that I have made, has been for the good of Equestria. What you called me…”

“Is completely accurate. Your actions and policies have been short-sighted, hypocritical, and bigoted, and despite your claims to the contrary, they’ve hurt Equestria far more than they’ve helped it. I’d elaborate upon how, but something tells me that would be a waste of my time.”

“And by what logic…?”

“Because I was raised by a pony like you, Chancellor.” Quiver’s gaze was now locked upon the older stallion, even as he shifted in his seat to help showcase his cutie mark. “You see this? I earned this cutie mark by writing a story as part of a school assignment, and then reciting it in front of my classmates.”

“So I’ve heard. It was about Nightmare Moon, and surprisingly accurate.”

“Well, you know what happened after that? I was mocked for my story, was suspended for trying to defend myself, and rather than try to hear my side, my father yelled and screamed at me as if I had burned down the house. He dismissed my story as horseshit, along with the tale of Nightmare Moon, and when he laid eyes on my cutie mark, he yelled at me to scrub it off and called me a ‘retarded little shit’. His exact words.”

The hardened expression on the bureaucrat’s face softened. “What? How could he…?”

“Might’ve been because I had a younger brother who’d been diagnosed as a low-functioning autistic, and that condition seems to be genetic. Might’ve been because his day had been disrupted and he’d had to drag my worthless plot home. Might’ve just been due to him being a bitter old goat of a stallion. His name is ‘Bitterhoof’, after all. Regardless, he’s never once shown any sort of regret about any of those statements. Even after I scrubbed my flank so hard that I had a bald patch for a week afterwards. Cutie mark was still there when the fur grew back, and he still thought that I’d faked it.”

“But Nightmare Moon…Princess Luna…”

“You want to know what happened when the papers reported on the return of Princess Luna? About the reveal that Nightmare Moon had been a real pony? He practically shoved the papers at me and then went into a rant about how Equestria and its citizenry were being lied to. ‘Alicorns don’t magically appear out of thin air’, he said. ‘You’d have to be a complete retard to believe anything these plotholes are telling us’, he said. All while glaring at me with the same venom as the day that I’d earned my cutie mark.” Quiver scowled. “Didn’t really discourage me from thinking that his stance hadn’t changed.”

Neighsay, to his credit, actually looked shocked. “And I remind you… of him?”

“From my perspective, Chancellor, you and my father are both cut from the same cloth. You’re both stubborn, and absolutely convinced that you are right and that everypony else is wrong, simply because you say so. Sure, there are subtle differences, but between authoritarian attitudes, specist policies and certain physical characteristics, the two of you are little different to me.” He gestured to his chin and explained, “It doesn’t help that you both have beards.”

The chancellor unconsciously reached for his facial hair, before shaking his head. “Well, I am not your father. Like any sane pony, I cannot and would not support such behavior as his. And regardless, I am stallion enough to admit when I am wrong.”

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t take your word for it. Authority figures have tended to fail me, and not just my father.”

The older stallion noted the hard tone in the younger’s voice, and opted to turn discussion elsewhere. “Well, putting all of that aside, that still doesn’t explain your feelings regarding my policies.”

“Then let’s elaborate on those. First, your hypocrisy. You’re the stallion in charge of Equestria’s schools and everything about them. Including what’s taught in them, and what isn’t taught in them.” Quiver raised an eyebrow. “Do you know how many schools have incorrect maps of Equestria? And how many schools have maps of the lands beyond Equestria?”

Neighsay found himself uncertain, but did have a defense. “I’m hardly responsible for how funding is used by each school district…”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Quiver crossed his hooves in front of him and explained, “Chancellor, I’ve seen maps of Equestria that depict the North and South Luna Oceans as being one big Luna Ocean, and maps depicting them separated by the land bridge that leads to the Undiscovered West, in the same classroom. In public schools and at the college level. And as hard as it is to find maps that agree with one another, it’s even harder to find maps of the nations beyond Equestria’s borders. We have trade agreements with Abyssinia, but you’d be hard pressed to find any maps depicting it, let alone a pony who could point it out on said map. And that’s ignoring all the nations that came into existence in the wake of Equestria’s last big war with the griffons, or places like Farasi or Anugypt or Mortaurus. For somepony who takes such an active interest in Equestria’s national affairs, you seem very disinterested in ensuring that the youth of Equestria know anything about their neighbors, or nations abroad.” The stallion scowled. “That sort of thing has consequences, Chancellor. Consequences that Princess Twilight and her friends can tell you about first-hoof. Spike still gets looked down upon, despite having been instrumental in saving the Crystal Empire. There’s a zebra who lives near Ponyville, and she was treated as a pariah simply because she was different. A minotaur came to Ponyville to do business, and various ponies casually called him a monster without a second thought despite him committing no crimes and doing nothing immoral or illegal.” He then gestured with one hoof. “Which brings me to your bigotry. The fact is that under your watch, Equestria’s schools became segregated. Not only is that against everything Equestria stands for, but it’s caused nothing but trouble.”

Neighsay turned defensive. “That was done for a multitude of reasons.”

“Ponies separated from non-ponies in our schools? I’ve no doubt that you had a multitude of reasons, but I doubt that many of them were properly benign. And that ignores the fact that lives were disrupted, and friendships damaged because of ponies and non-ponies being plucked from one school and dropped in another like interchangeable parts in a machine.”

“It has long been my opinion that non-ponies, regardless of their race, are better off being taught by their own kind.”

“And what if their own kinds hate us?” Quiver’s expression didn’t shift. “You and I both know that one of the big things that led to the last big war between Equestria and the griffons was a rising attitude among them about griffon superiority over ponies, over how we were an inferior race. That attitude hasn’t gone away, Chancellor, despite everything that was done after the war to stamp it out. And what do you bet me that there’s some resentment amongst the various minorities in Equestria over how they’ve been marginalized and treated? I grew up in the inner city of Indianapoloosa, and there were more than a few donkeys, old and young, who had nothing but contempt for ponies, mules, or donkeys who were part of a system that they thought was oppressive.” He crossed his hooves and explained, “That’s where the short-sightedness comes in. You created that situation, and it’s eventually going to fester into something terrible and nasty. One that will cause a lot of pointless bloodshed, and even more resentment and contempt once everything is said and done. And not just in major cities like Manehatten, Phillydelphia or Indianapoloosa, but places like Ponyville. Something like it almost happened in Appleloosa not too long ago between the ponies and a nearby tribe of buffalo. You want to fight that? End segregation. Encourage ponies and non-ponies to look at one another as equals rather than as lesser creatures, oppressors, or something to be feared and hated for what they are. You might not be able to end animosity between various creatures, but you can do a lot to mitigate it. All that’s needed is a better way, and the courage to pursue it.”

Neighsay regarded the stallion before him in silence, before he slumped back in his seat. “You raise a compelling argument. It’s hard to believe that a stallion like your father could instill such attitudes into you, and still sound so abusive.”

Quiver snorted. “My opinions are my own, not my father’s. Though he’d still agree with me that segregation is bad, just for different reasons.”

The older stallion frowned thoughtfully, but opted to turn discussion elsewhere. “No questions about how I knew of your Nightmare Moon story, then?”

Quiver shrugged. “Princess Celestia runs a school. You’re in charge of how schools are run. That one or either of you would interact with other teachers or school administrators isn’t too much of a stretch, even if you running into Principal Fairweather or Miss Persimmon in particular is unlikely.”

“Well, Fairweather was part of the delegation sent by Indianapoloosa Public Schools alongside his predecessor as superintendent of that particular district. I will admit, them having that particular piece with them would beggar belief.” He gave the younger stallion a curious expression. “But why tell the story the way you did? So far as most foals your age at the time knew, Nightmare Moon was little more than a boogey-mare.”

“I wasn’t like most foals my age.” A sad smile crossed his lips. “One thing that both my parents encouraged me to do was to question things, and keep an open mind. What foals get told is one thing, but whether or not it’s factual is another. Sometimes that’s due to deliberate lies, other times negligence, but regardless, the truth can always get distorted. I went digging beyond what was in the children’s section of my local library, and that’s how I found what was closer to the actual reality behind Princess Luna’s fall.”

“Among other things, it would seem.” Neighsay almost smirked as he admitted, “At this rate, you’ll start saying that Grogar exists.”

Quiver uncrossed his forelimbs, and tapped the table between them with one hoof to emphasize each example he gave. “Nightmare Moon. Discord. Changelings. The Crystal Empire. Star Swirl the Bearded. All of them were very real, and all of them were practically forgotten by history up until recent events proved that they were real. At the rate things are going, it wouldn’t surprise me if Grogar was not only real, but could be out there waiting for the right time to come back.” He then shrugged. “But I wouldn’t complain if I was wrong.”

At that, Neighsay laughed. “Nor would I.” The stallion got back to his hooves. “You’ve given me a great deal to think about, Mister Quiver Quill, but one thing doesn’t require much thought on my part. Your father was wrong about you. I can only hope for his sake and yours that he realizes it before it’s too late.”

“Well if you don’t mind having a little bit more to chew over?” At the older stallion’s raised eyebrow, Quiver explained, “The zero-tolerance pilot program in Indianapoloosa? Probably not as successful as you’d think. Fairweather has a tendency to puff himself up, especially if it lets him kiss up to authority figures like yourself. I didn’t straighten up because I feared further punishment from the schools, and the ponies who did worse crimes have long been getting away with it. Primrose Thorn, for example.”

“Great-granddaughter to Congressmare Amaranth Thorn? The only mare to be rejected from the School for Gifted Unicorns?”

“The very same. She and two other fillies assaulted a fourth, sheared off her mane and trapped her in a restroom. The filly was punished as a result, and Primrose got off without a hitch from Fairweather. That filly’s family filed a police report, but nothing was ever done about it. All because of her family connections.” Quiver got to his hooves himself. “Just ask Lieutenant Sunrunner about it. She was the one they assaulted. And all that ignores what she recently got into in Ponyville. Regardless, I suppose that it’s something for you to look into.”

As the younger stallion trotted out of the lounge, Neighsay’s expression firmed. “Indeed it is.”

The Aurora slowly descended on the plains to Ponyville’s north until it came to a smooth landing. Hatches opened and gangplanks were extended, and the majority of its passengers disembarked.

“I am so very glad that we’re home.” Quiver yawned as he idly walked among his friends as they departed the airship. “Even putting aside my job, something tells me it’s gonna be a busy day tomorrow.”

“Yes, but remember, we’ll all have to wait until late in the afternoon.” Rarity smiled. “Working around everypony’s schedules and all that.”

As the stallion nodded in acknowledgement, Twilight stood at the edge of the gangplank with Spike at her side. Celestia approached her. “I’d be careful about how you break the news to her, Twilight. There’s no telling how Sunset will take it.”

“Still, she needs to know.” The young alicorn turned to her mentor and smiled. “And she will. By the end of the day tomorrow.”

The elder alicorn nodded. “Good luck then.” Her protégé trotted off to join her friends, but before the last of the departures could join her, he was interrupted. “Spike? One moment.”

Spike paused, and quietly approached the princess. “What’s wrong?”

Celestia grinned conspiratorially. “Nothing. I just didn’t want you to forget about this.” She then produced a cart, within which rested a fair-sized package. “It’s all ready for her.”

The young drake whooped. “Awesome!” He then took the cart by its handles. “Thanks. And thanks again for all the help with this, Princess Celestia.”

“It was my pleasure, Spike.”

The young dragon then rejoined Twilight and the rest of the departures, and the gangplank was retracted and the hatches closed. Celestia sighed and made her way back into the airship. One day was over, and tomorrow was waiting. With any luck, it would be fruitful for everyone.

Author's Note

This chapter incorporates further material from the first part to Shadow Play. Also, it acknowledges the events of one of the IDW comics, Friends Forever #3, written by Ted Anderson with art by Agnes Garbowska.

Chapter Eight - Legacy of Darkness

“Thoooo… gonna tell me what happened?”

Lyra looked into the bespectacled eyes of her marefriend’s niece. “What happened with what?”

“You know what I mean!” Twist showed no sign of restraint as she continued to badger her honorary aunt. She’d waited until returning home from school to be alone with Lyra, and she wasn’t going to waste this chance. “You go off to Canterlot with Princeth Twilight early one morning, you come back home the next night, and you don’t thay a word about it! Thomething ith up here!” She then shrugged and admitted, “And tell you the truth, I’m a little thick of being thtuck on the thidelineth.”

The minty green unicorn rolled her eyes. “This from the filly who got a front row seat to Discord getting his skull pounded into the ground.” She then smiled reassuringly. “Twist, Twilight just asked me to help her with a research project. I can’t talk about it, at least not until it goes public.”

That prompted a grin from the filly. “Doeth it involve what Princeth Twilight wath talking about with Thilver Thpoon?”

Lyra grinned in turn. “Maybe.” The grin faded. “Anyway, you’ll get all the details when the project’s done and she’s ready to announce it. Same as the rest of Equestria. Right now, don’t you have homework?”

“Yeah, but being nothy ith a little more fun.”

The older mare giggled. “Can’t fault you there.” She then made her way to the door. “Anyway, I need to meet with her at the library. Bon-Bon shouldn’t be long in getting home from work, but in the meantime, you know what to do.”

“Gotcha. I won’t burn the houthe down.”

As Lyra left, Twist shook her head. She appreciated the trust that her guardians had in her to look after herself, but just because she had a cutie mark didn’t mean she wanted to be completely independent. Still, all she could do for now was hope that both her caretakers got home soon, and that everything would be fine.

“I’m rather surprised that Chancellor Neighsay was so accepting of Twilight’s report of what she saw in her vision.” Rarity stood among her friends within Golden Oak Library, patiently waiting for the last of their group to arrive. “From what I’ve been told, he seems the skeptical sort.”

“Something tells me that he accepted that I claimed to see the contents of my vision, but not the actual contents of them.” Twilight idly slid a book onto a shelf as she continued, “And it probably helped that I admitted that there wasn’t any way to prove that what I saw was the truth. I’m honestly surprised that all of you believed me.”

“Sugarcube, we’ve known ya long enough to know ya ain’t gonna lie to us, not about somethin’ this important.” Applejack shrugged and admitted, “Besides that, we already knew the potion was the real deal.”

“And after all the other crazy stuff we’ve dealt with, nothing really sounds crazy anymore.” Rainbow Dash nudged her head towards the pink pony among them. “I mean, how many ponies would believe half of the stuff that Pinkie Pie has done?”

The mare in question snorted. “I’ve got family who doesn’t believe half of the stuff that I’ve done!”

That prompted a laugh among the gathered friends as the door to the library opened. “Sorry I kept you all waiting, everyone.” Quiver entered and admitted, “Didn’t get lucky enough to leave work early, but at least I met someone along the way.” Lyra entered the library after him and closed the door behind her. “So, we ready to get this show on the road?”

“Yes, but it might not be the show that you’re expecting.” Twilight turned to Sour Sweet and ordered, “Lieutenant, keep watch on the library. I’ll brief you once we’re done.”

“Yes ma’am.”

The gathered group of ponies and one dragon made their way down to the library’s basement, and the soldier was left to herself.

Sunset Shimmer stepped into the bridge realm to find a familiar gathering of ponies before her, albeit with a few additions. “Hello everyone. Hi Lyra.”

The minty green unicorn smiled, though it was clear that she was trying to muster her courage.

Applejack cleared her throat. “Alright Twilight, the gang’s all here. What’s up?”

“Indeed, I’m rather curious as to why this was so urgently needed.” Rarity nodded towards Lyra and added, “And why only Lyra is present from outside of the immediate circle whilst Moondancer and Sunburst are absent.”

“Because what we need to talk with all of you about can’t be relayed to Moondancer safely right now, and isn’t something that Sunburst needs to be concerned with.” Twilight turned nervous as she amended, “At least, not yet.”

Quiver frowned and turned to Lyra. “Does this have something to do with those recovered memories of yours?”

Lyra nodded, then turned to address everypony else. “You all remember the royal wedding earlier this year? The one that got hijacked by Queen Chrysalis as part of an attack on Canterlot?”

“And how you were put under her influence and turned into her puppet.” Fluttershy frowned at the mare’s nod. “I’m so sorry that happened.”

“Me too, but that isn’t the worst of it. Minuette, Twinkleshine and I were all found in the caverns underneath Canterlot, by ponies that said they were with the government. They separated us, and I told them what happened. After that, they…” Twilight looked as though she wanted to interrupt, but Lyra raised a hoof and pressed on. “They messed with my head and altered my memories so that I forgot all about what happened. I didn’t remember what actually happened until the conditioning broke during that adventure with the Doctor.” She turned to Quiver with a sad look on her face. “I’m sorry for not telling you about this sooner.”

“No, it’s alright, I had a feeling that if it was important, it’d come up again. Writer’s instincts.” The stallion turned to Twilight and asked, “I’m guessing that you’ve tried to address this with Princess Celestia?”

The alicorn nodded. “She believes that Lyra fell victim to operatives of an agency within the Equestrian government, making use of immoral and illegal spells in the belief that they’re acting for the common good. She used another spell to confirm that what was used on Lyra were linked to spells related to an artifact from prior to the founding of Equestria, called the Memory Stone. We don’t have to worry about it, since it ended up in the human world long ago.” At Sunset’s alarmed expression, Twilight explained, “According to Celestia, her and Luna’s counterparts found it, and she herself destroyed it. But feel free to verify with them.” The alarm returned to her voice as she admitted, “Unfortunately, the spellwork that went into it was used to alter Lyra’s memories, and perhaps do worse. Celestia demonstrated a spell to confirm her suspicions, and Lyra and I have both tested it on one another. She came up positive, and I didn’t.”

“And y’all’re worried that the rest’a us might’ve gotten hexed like Lyra did at some point.”

Twilight nodded at Applejack’s summation. “Which is why we’re all here. I want to test the same spell on all of you, just to confirm one way or another.”

“Whoa, hang on.” Rainbow Dash stepped up uneasily. “I’m not saying this is a bad idea, and I’m glad you’re asking permission and stuff, but what’s the chances of a false positive or something? I mean, Discord’s messed with all our heads, hasn’t he?”

Twilight shook her head. “His magic operates on a different wavelength than what this spell is looking for, Dash. No chance of false positives there.”

“Oh. Great.” She took a deep breath and stood upright. “Okay then, start with me.” Twilight nodded, and her horn took on its familiar glow for several seconds before the prismatic pegasus urged, “Come on, Twilight, we don’t have all day, cast the spell already!”

The glow faded, and Twilight sighed in relief. “I have. You’re clean.” She looked about. “Next?”

Back in the library, Sour idly stood guard on the main floor and made herself appear busy with a broom. Even as she quietly cleaned, she kept her senses sharp. She doubted very much that a threat was on the horizon, but she didn’t want to be surprised by some random library patron.

Despite this, her mind wandered. She knew full well the importance of secrecy, and of need-to-know. That in mind, she felt a little frustrated about being kept out of the loop regarding certain details. It was clear that a secret was being kept between Princess Twilight and Lyra Heartstrings, and while such things weren’t implausible, given their history, she felt more than a little suspicious about what it could be. Every instinct made her think that it wasn’t some harmless thing. She trusted the princess to put her in the picture when she saw fit, but…

The bell rang to signal a new arrival, and Sour immediately put on a casual smile and turned to face the newcomer. “Welcome to Golden…”

She barely caught her attacker and redirected them into the floor. Aside from them being a mare of average build, she could not determine any details. Most of that was thanks to her attire, an all-black suit that clung tight to her body and was made of stretchy but sturdy fabric. Whomever they were, however, they were stubborn, and kept up the fight, one hoof catching the floor even as another clung tight to her and tossed her into a wall.

Sour put up a bubble shield and bounced off the wall, then popped the bubble as she rocketed back towards her assailant. A forcefield formed around her horn, nowhere near equal to Shining Armor’s but sturdy enough to serve as a good battering ram, only for her to be hit by an uppercut, her opponent having somehow evaded her at the last second.

That, unfortunately, was enough to disorient her before another blow knocked her unconscious.

One by one, the rest of the gathered ponies were subjected to the spell, each one coming up clean. Sunset and Spike stood off to one side, with neither sure if they were merely being saved for last or if the spell simply did not work on beings that were not ponies, or weren’t currently ponies. They would likely find out before too long as only one pony was left to be checked. “Alright Applejack, you’re up, and then Spike and Sunset.”

The farmpony sighed. “Alright Twi, Ah just hope…”

Applejack was interrupted as Quiver shouted and pointed to the portal leading back to Equestria. “Incoming!” Heads turned as its surface glowed and a mare dressed all in skintight black cloth emerged and charged directly for him.

The mare was fast, but not fast enough to evade Rainbow Dash at top speed. There was no surprise at the collision, however, and the mare pushed her captor away hard before she could successfully be pinned down. That was enough of a distraction for a bang to be heard and streamers to shoot out and ensnare the mare, thus allowing Twilight to cast a spell and render her unconscious.

Twilight sighed in relief. “Nice work, Pinkie.”

“Eh, no big.” Pinkie tucked away her Party Cannon and gestured to Quiver. “I had warning.”

“Call me paranoid, but moments like that are ones that always make me suspect an ambush.” The stallion watched as Lyra slowly approached the downed mare. “Lyra? What are you doing?”

“Really hoping that whoever’s under this mask isn’t the pony that I think it is.” Lyra reached down with her hoof, gritted her teeth, and pulled the mask off the mare’s face, only to gasp. “Oh no.”

Her gasp was joined by more from the other mares present as they approached. Lying prone before them was none other than Bon-Bon. “Sweet Celestia!” Rarity turned to Lyra and asked, “I’m not sure if I should hope that you were right or not, darling.”

“I was right, and that’s not a good thing.” Lyra turned to the rest of the group and explained, “After what happened with the Doctor, but before I told Twilight and Sunset about what happened, I told Bonnie that I loved her. When I did, she told me something, and…” She steeled herself and turned to Twilight. “Cast the spell on her. Now.”

Twilight looked at her in shock. “She’s unconscious! She can’t…!”

“I’m her marefriend! If that doesn’t count as next of kin, I don’t know what does! Do it!”

The alicorn gulped, then did as she was told. Bon-Bon’s unconscious form spasmed and shook as the spell took effect, and a moan escaped her lips before turning into a frightened scream. The effects of the spell ended, and the cries were replaced with heavy breathing.

Lyra then went back to her explanation as she knelt at her marefriend’s side to comfort her. “Bonnie told me that she used to work for an agency in the Equestrian government, one that got shuttered after Cerberus got loose from his post in Tartarus. After that, I started getting worried.”

“That her agency and whoever messed with your memories might be in cahoots.” At his friend’s nod, Quiver scowled. “Well ain’t that grand.”

“Bon-Bon must be some sort’ve sleeper agent,” Sunset reasoned aloud. “Something activated her, and she came in here to try and stop what Twilight was doing.”

“Exactly my thoughts, and that leads us to one very important question.” Quiver turned his gaze back on Twilight. “Did Celestia tell you this organization’s name?”

Twilight turned horrified. “No. She didn’t. And I…”

“SMILE!” Heads turned back to Bon-Bon, who was now wide awake and shaking with terror. The shaking eased as Lyra held her in a tight embrace, and the mare came to her senses. After several deep breaths, she looked into her marefriend’s eyes and smiled. “Lyra…”

Lyra smiled right back. “Hey Bonnie. Looking good.”

The mare responded by taking Lyra into a tight embrace, her eyes already wet with tears. “I am so sorry, Lyra. So, so sorry…”

The minty unicorn shushed and soothed her. “We can talk it over later.”

At that, the exposed spy nodded, released her marefriend, then got to her hooves. She turned to her sovereign and made a small nod. “Thank you, Princess Twilight. You did the right thing. Lieutenant Sour Sweet is fine, but she’s gonna wake up with a big headache.” She then looked about and realized, “So this is the bridge realm.” Her eyes then settled on the human among them and said, “And you must be Sunset Shimmer.”

Sunset crossed her arms. “Guilty as charged. Nice to meet you, Bon-Bon.”

The mare smiled. “Likewise, but something tells me you already know my counterpart.”

“Forgive me intruding, but I think we have bigger issues.” Quiver stepped in and tried to get everything back on track. “Bon-Bon, that word you said when you woke up, ‘Smile’. Is that the name of your organization?”

The mare nodded. “It’s an acronym.” She looked over the gathered group and explained, “The organization’s full name is the ‘Secret Monster Intelligence League of Equestria’. It’s the latest iteration in a long line of groups that were founded during the first century following Princess Luna’s transformation into Nightmare Moon, and tasked with protecting Equestria and its citizens from all sorts of threats and dangers. Anything police forces or the Royal Guard weren’t set up to handle, we did. If something went bump in the night, we were tasked with bumping back.” She bowed her head sadly. “At least, that’s what we’re supposed to do.”

“‘Supposed’?” an anxious Rarity ventured.

Bon-Bon looked up at them, as if frightened for her life, but pressed on. “Somewhere along the way, at least since before we were all born, SMILE’s priorities shifted from keeping Equestria safe to maintaining a set plan of events. Agents were put in place in particular areas to ensure that those events progressed as expected. I was one of them.” She turned to Pinkie Pie. “They recruited me when I was a filly, right after I got my cutie mark. My first report to them was after a party you threw here in Ponyville, the one that Cheese Sandwich told you about when he came to town.”

Lyra gasped. “I remember that party! We first met at that party!”

Bon-Bon giggled at her marefriend’s recollection. “You said that my glasses were cute.”

Applejack cleared her throat. “That’s very sweet, y’all, but why Bon-Bon? Why not some other pony?”

“Bon-Bon, you said that you had your cutie mark at that point?” At the mare’s nod, Quiver nodded and turned to Applejack. “There you go. Not only does she blend in reasonably well, but her cutie mark indicates a talent for candy-making. That requires a lot of knowledge of chemistry, and chemistry has a lot of applications if one is properly trained.” He turned back to the spymare and added, “Especially if they happen to be a government sleeper agent.”

Bon-Bon managed a rueful smile. “You catch on fast.”

“I pay attention and have an active and dark imagination.”

Rainbow Dash seemed a little squeamish at that thought, and tried to keep attention on what was important. “Okay, so you’re a sleeper agent. So that means that somepony else comes along and wakes you up, or you get triggered or something, and you give them a report?”

The mare cringed. “Sometimes more than that. You remember Mare-Do-Well?”

“Yeah, I…” Realization dawned on the prismatic pegasus, only to turn into barely-contained rage as she growled, “You guys were behind Mare-Do-Well?!”

“I was one of four ponies wearing the suit. That runaway carriage? I was the one who stopped it. Don’t ask me who the other three ponies were, I can’t name them.”

“But you’d left Ponyville for Canterlot…” Lyra went aghast as she realized, “You were activated.”

“And for more than just a report. SMILE didn’t get shuttered, that was part of my false memories. What happened with Cerberus was part of the plan.” Bon-Bon turned back to Twilight and explained, “But how things happened with Mare-Do-Well wasn’t. Ever since Nightmare Moon’s defeat and Princess Luna’s return, there have been what the upper echelons at SMILE have referred to as ‘deviations’, changes from what they believed were to happen. Sometimes those changes were minor, but the Mare-Do-Well incident was one case where SMILE felt it had to intervene because critical individuals weren’t acting the way they were supposed to.” She gestured to the six Element Bearers and explained, “The six of you, specifically. When FROWN goes against the plan, they get worried.”

Pinkie raised an eyebrow. “‘Frown’?”

“The Friendship Ranger Organization of Worldwide Neighgotiations. That’s SMILE’s designation for the six of you.”

Quiver scowled. “Well ain’t that a lovely bit of semantics.” At Twilight’s surprised expression, he explained, “It’s their little way of saying that they consider the six of you to be of lesser importance than they are. Which sounds better, a smile or a frown?”

“Well duh, everypony likes a…” The bright expression vanished from Pinkie’s face as she realized his point. “Oooh, those subtle meanies.”

Twilight’s expression grew increasingly troubled. “How many times have you been ‘woken up’, Bon-Bon?”

“For just a report, once a week or so. It’s pretty much automatic. For more than that…” The mare mulled things over briefly before she admitted, “It’s not as often, but it’s a long list.”

“I want it in writing. Before you leave this realm.” At the mare’s meek nod, Twilight then prompted, “For now, have any other SMILE operatives been working here in Ponyville?”

“No permanent ones, but my handler comes into town occasionally, and the Flim Flam Brothers are considered part of the organization.” At Applejack’s alarmed expression, she explained, “Where do you think they got the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000?”

“SMILE acquired it, probably from the pony who made it in the first place.” Something Sunrunner had told them about the misadventures of one of their old classmates bubbled up from Quiver’s subconscious, and his supposition was confirmed by Bon-Bon’s nod. “That’s at least two occasions where they deliberately acted to keep things on track from the sounds of it. Maybe three, depending on how Cerberus got loose from his post.”

“Quiver!” Rarity’s tone was sharp as she interceded. “You’re not about to accuse them of every kitten stuck in a tree, are you?”

The stallion rolled his eyes. “No, Rarity, kittens are more than capable of getting stuck in trees on their own.” Fluttershy nodded reluctantly at his argument before he continued, “That being said, there are three instances where we know for certain that they got involved, including Lyra’s memories being altered. And at least one where we can suspect their involvement. Something tells me it’s happened more often than that.”

“Quiver’s got a point.” Sunset turned to Twilight and explained, “In the human world, if something like the changeling attack on Canterlot had happened, there’d be more of a response than what Equestria managed, even accounting for Chrysalis’ second attack when the Secretariat Comet came along. Pearl Harbor and 9/11 are clear examples of that.” At the dumbfounded looks of the various ponies present, Sunset elaborated, “The first one was a sneak attack against a military facility that was meant to coincide with a declaration of war. The second one was a terrorist attack on a civilian target that led to thousands of innocent people being killed. Both events led to military retaliation and hundreds of thousands more dead. Comparatively speaking, Equestria up and forgot about the changelings after the wedding. Just washed its hooves of the matter and moved on. It doesn’t matter if Chrysalis and most of her hive are imprisoned, there should still be some ponies on alert.”

“And it wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if SMILE was somehow involved in that.” Quiver scowled as he turned to Lyra and Bon-Bon and asked, “But how many more ponies have had their memories messed with? How many more have been turned into sleeper agents, or used as pawns? Or all three?”

Applejack scowled, then turned to Twilight. “That spell. Do it on me. Now.”

The alicorn almost argued, but the expression on her friend’s face discouraged her, and she did as she was told. The spell was cast, and almost immediately, Applejack’s eyes glazed over, and she convulsed and groaned. To her credit, however, she did not collapse into unconsciousness. Rainbow Dash and Rarity quickly caught her and kept her upright, and she regained her senses. “Applejack?”

The farmpony shook her head. “Ah ain’t a sleeper, Twilight, but…” She growled as she admitted, “They done messed with mah head. Probably the heads’a the rest’a mah immediate family, more’n once if’n Quiver’s right.”

Sunset frowned then turned to Bon-Bon. “SMILE knows about the portals, and about the human world. What influence do they have there?”

“I don’t know.” At Sunset’s surprise, the mare explained, “They know about stuff that’s happened, I know that for certain. But aside from me being activated to interfere with the system Twilight set up to alert her if anypony was in this realm, I don’t know if they’ve had any influence on it.”

Pinkie gasped. “So you were the gremlin!”

Bon-Bon managed a guilty nod before she continued, “Anyway, that brings up something else.” She turned back to Twilight and explained, “Ever since you met Sunset, more and more deviations have been happening. Not only have things gone differently from how they were expected to, but stuff apparently happened way sooner than SMILE was expecting. And that’s ignoring things that they never expected to happen in the first place. You making use of the bridge realm was one of them.” She turned to Quiver and explained, “You coming to Ponyville was another, same with Sunrunner entering the picture and that mess with the Doctor.”

“And something tells me us finding out about SMILE is yet another example.” The spy in their midst nodded, and Twilight decided, “We need to tell Princess Celestia about this.”

“No. That’s the last thing we should be doing.”

The ponies present looked at Quiver in shock, Twilight especially. “But she has to be informed! There’s an agency in the Equestrian government that’s gone rogue and…!”

“And when you told her about it earlier, she told you enough to confirm that she knew it was somepony in the government who did it, but didn’t give you a name! And she didn’t say that she’d do anything about it beyond that, did she?” At Twilight’s baffled expression, Quiver continued, “Think about it for a minute, Twilight! If she knew this was going down, if she had even the slightest inkling that this was happening, do you think for one minute that she would allow it to happen?! And don’t you dare give me any nonsense about ‘the greater good’! Too many atrocities have been justified by those words!”

The bafflement gave way to terror as Twilight asked, “What are you saying, Quiver?”

“That either she’s deliberately allowing all of this to happen, or that SMILE has some sort of influence on her.” Quiver’s tone was grim as he admitted, “And I don’t know which of those options is worse. She might be trying to protect you, or at least act in the belief that she’s protecting you, but that can only go so far.”

An uneasy silence held in the bridge realm before Sunset scowled. “Quiver’s right, Twilight.” Before the young alicorn could protest, the former unicorn explained, “SMILE might not have any power on the other side of the mirror, but it wouldn’t shock me if they influenced things in Equestria, gave them just enough of a nudge to ensure that I played the role that was expected of me.” She shrugged and admitted, “I doubt they killed my parents or made me act like a brat, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they influenced Celestia’s actions towards me.”

The uneasy silence returned until Twilight finally asked, “Then what do we do?”

Quiver sighed. “I don’t know.” He sat down and admitted, “This is too big, Twilight. Way too big. SMILE likely has influence everywhere, and we don’t have a single weapon against them. We can’t even talk about them with anypony who isn’t inside this room. If they’ve got one sleeper agent out there, they could have more. For now, we have to wait, and hope for something to come into our favor before they decide that we’ve deviated too far from their plan.”

Twilight trembled at that, but ultimately said nothing further about the implications. “Bon-Bon, can you continue acting as though you’re still under their influence?”

The spymare shrugged. “Maybe, but I don’t know for how long. My reports are sent in via fire-mail, but my handler could visit Ponyville at any time.”

“Then that’s something else for the list. Give Lyra and the rest of us a complete description of your handler. If they come back, and you have no other choice, capture them. Nothing permanent, nothing lethal, just make sure they don’t get away.”

Bon-Bon nodded.

“What about us?” The spymare then turned to her marefriend. “Everything about us, that’s real, right?”

Bon-Bon smiled and gently brushed her hoof in Lyra’s mane. “Every bit of it.” The smile faded as she realized, “But if SMILE decided otherwise, we could be torn apart in an instant.”

Lyra brought a hoof up to meet her marefriend’s, then assumed a determined expression. “Then the instant your handler shows up, he’ll be lucky if he doesn’t get torn apart in an instant. They messed with both our heads, and they’re gonna regret it.”

That moment of levity was lifted as the portal leading back to Equestria shimmered and Sour Sweet stepped inside with a furious expression on her face. “Library’s sealed and locked. Everypony…?” She instantly recognized the one pony that she hadn’t seen enter the bridge realm and charged her horn.

“Stand down, Lieutenant!” Twilight stepped forward and explained, “Bon-Bon…well, Special Agent Sweetie Drops…isn’t a threat. At least, not anymore.” At her bodyguard’s surprised expression, she explained, “It’s a long story.”

Quiver frowned, then turned to his cousin. “Sour, I think it’s time you were put in the picture.”

High atop the mountain upon which Canterlot rested, higher even than Canterlot itself, stood a structure resembling a small fort with a high tower at its core. Few were aware of it, as it was hidden from view by powerful spellwork, those responsible receiving no credit for their work and possessing no awareness of their efforts. It was isolated, situated high above Canterlot and thus the whole of Equestria. Exactly as intended by its occupants.

Ivory Tower strode into a circular chamber, dimly lit by magically-charged crystals that provided just enough light for its occupants to see one another and the round table and six chairs at its center. She had hoped to be the first to arrive, but alas…

“Well, you were right.” Her gaze settled upon two familiar ponies, one of whom was smirking at her. “FROWN-Magic did leave Canterlot when you said that she would. Terrible shame that you were wrong about the exact circumstances.”

The mare wasn’t sure what caused her to scowl more, the remarks of Sterling Aide or the presence of the stallion beside him. An older, bespectacled stallion, white of coat and grey of mane, whose eyes weren’t visible on the other side of his glasses. What was visible, especially in the dim lighting, was his toothy grin, one tooth replaced with gold. “Sterling Aide. Doctor Auric.”

The second stallion’s grin seemed to widen upon his acknowledgement. “Ivory Tower.”

“Sterling Aide.” The new voice was flat, but clear enough to make certain that their discussion had ended as another stallion entered the chamber, his brown coat obscured by his dress shirt, black blazer and tie. At his hooves was a unicorn mare, slender of build and tall of stature with a white coat and a braided blonde mane. “Tiers Two and Three are gathered. We shall take our places.”

The three nodded, and Sterling acknowledged their newcomers. “Furlong. White Flower.”

The mare glared at the smug stallion as all the ponies present claimed their seats. “Rut off, Sterling.”

If Furlong had any reaction to White Flower’s statements, he showed none as the five took their seats. The sixth was already occupied, not by a pony but by a portrait. “This meeting of the high council of SMILE has now come to order.” Further crystals illuminated the faces of those present, as well as the pony pictured in the last seat. The light remained dim, but sufficient. “Ivory Tower, your report.”

The stern unicorn mare straightened herself to address the council. “I regret to say that events have once again occurred ahead of schedule, compared to what has been described in the Apocalypse Logs. Subject Sunburst has not only made contact with FROWN, but also the two anomalies. All three parties are now aware of the facts behind the Pillars of Old Equestria, and the importance of Ponehenge in this context has been established.”

“And Subject Neighsay?”

She allowed herself a small smirk. “It is currently unlikely that he will change the current educational policies in Equestria. Even assuming that he has not simply lied to the anomaly, and his attitude towards integration remains unchanged, there are ways of ensuring that things remain as-is. The status quo shall be maintained.”

“Elsewhere, however, the status quo is threatened.” Sterling straightened himself and elaborated, “Even before the anomalies came into play, there had been fourteen incidents of deviation from the Apocalypse Logs. Since their intrusion into the proper flow of events, more than double that number have taken place, to say nothing of events that we had no knowledge of. Even as this most recent deviation took place, three more accompanied it. It was only because of our intervention that the events of S4E18 occurred, and…”

“We are aware of these concerns, Sterling Aide.” Furlong’s tone remained flat, his features expressionless, but there was a subtle air of annoyance about him. “Have you any suggestions for addressing them?”

“The anomalies need to be taken off the board. I say we dispatch the Widowmaker.”

Reactions to the stallion’s suggestion varied. Auric chuckled, while Ivory Tower had a brief half-smirk. White Flower’s expression remained guarded, but Furlong was the only one to speak. “That is far too extreme a measure and it runs the risk of exposure. Subject Sunset Shimmer is beyond our reach, and the anomalies are too closely linked with FROWN that if they are taken out of the equation through less than subtle means, then attention will be raised. Attention that will lead back to us.”

“And you have a better approach?”

The pale stallion gave the slightest of nods. “Events are already in motion to deal with the primary anomalies, and other events are still to come that they have no ability to influence. And once those events occur, we will be in a position to restore our proper influence and reinforce Harmony, as dictated by the Apocalypse Stone.”

“And should these efforts fail?”

“They will not. Harmony shall be maintained, as Our Founder has mandated.”

Furlong’s words were the final ones on the subject. The five ponies turned to the portrait, nodded, and rose from their seats. Their expressions remained unchanged, though the thoughts of some were more troubled than others. The last to leave the chamber, White Flower, turned back to look upon the portrait of their Founder before she departed.

The portrait of Star Swirl the Bearded watched her go in silence.

Sour Sweet barely had a chance to process what she’d been told before Twilight started checking her over for SMILE’s machinations. “This… Sweet Maker…”

“Ah know, it’s a lot to process.”

The soldier shook her head at Applejack’s comment. “No. I mean, yes, it is, but… this explains an awful lot.” At the puzzled look of most of the others present, Sour explained, “We got a warning about the changeling attack on Canterlot, right? Well, fat lot of good it did us, especially since we knew shapeshifters would be involved.” She then turned to Rainbow Dash and added, “And all the horseshit that’s happened with the Wonderbolts? Crap like this sure explains why Spitfire hasn’t gone up on review, bare minimum.”

“Based on everything I’ve been told, she should’ve gotten a JAG investigation immediately after what happened with Lightning Dust.” Quiver scowled as Twilight scanned over Spike, but kept his gaze firmly on the portal back to Equestria just in case. “I get the feeling that if anyone filed a report or complaint, it got buried.”

“That just makes it worse.” Twilight quietly groused over how the very government that she served and represented had not only failed its citizens, but was actively conspiring against them. “Bon-Bon, I doubt it’ll be your fault, but something tells me that list is going to be incomplete.”

“Better an incomplete list than none at all.” The exposed spymare was already at work on her list, thanks to a pencil and paper courtesy of the ever-prepared Twilight. She spat the pencil out and added, “Still, I get the feeling that mental manipulation and treason are the least of their crimes.”

“All the more important that you get that down.” Twilight had moved on to Sunset, and the latter turned to her friend. “I’d lock that record up somewhere safe once it’s done, Twilight. You don’t want to lose it.”

“Just to be on the safe side, I’ll make a copy and hand it off to you.”

“Make several copies.” Quiver’s gaze was still on the portal back to Equestria as he added, “And I’d like one, if possible. I’ll need it for reference work.”

“Oh no, Quiver!” Sour groaned. “You’re not going to start one of those conspiracy walls, are you?”

“Of course not. Those things are next to impossible to hide.” He shrugged and admitted, “But I do have some spare notebooks and it won’t hurt to write down my speculations.”

“I’m fine with that.” Twilight sighed with relief. “Well, Spike and Sunset are both clean at least. But there’s no telling who else we can trust.”

“An’ nuthin’ stoppin’ these folks from messin’ with our heads in the future.” Applejack noticed the grin on Twilight’s face. “Or is there?”

“You’d be surprised at what I’ve found at the Castle of the Two Sisters.” The young alicorn looked among her friends and said, “I should have something ready within a day or two. Regardless, we need to keep this to ourselves, at least for now.” What optimism she had faded as she added, “I just wish there was more that we could do.”

“I guess for the time being, we’ll have to play things by ear.” Heads turned to Sunset, and she shrugged. “Hey, I might be a world away, but I’m a part of this. Even if all I’m giving is moral support.”

Twilight’s smile returned. “You’re giving a lot more than that.” She turned to the rest and beckoned, “Go on back to the library, everyone. I’ll catch up.” The rest of the group did as instructed, and Twilight turned back to Sunset. “Well, that ended up being a lot heavier than I thought it would be.”

“Which is saying something. I’m starting to think everything you discovered about the Pillars is going to be small potatoes in comparison.”

“I’ll leave that up to you.” Twilight pulled a journal from her waiting panniers, as well as a folder. “That journal has all the relevant information I’ve uncovered connecting the Pillars, the Elements, Ponehenge, and that vision I told you about in my message. And that folder has copies of the rubbings that Sunburst made. Lyra and I were hoping that you might recognize them as something from the human world, given we know Star Swirl had contacts there.”

“Well, let’s find out.” Sunset’s eyes lit up as she examined the rubbings. “Huh. I do recognize these runes. These are Elder Futhark. It’s a writing system that was used by Germanic tribes back during the first millennium. Quite a few people believed they had magical powers linked to them, even into the modern day.” She flashed an embarrassed grin. “I might’ve done some digging into magic belief systems during my down time. In hindsight, I discovered a lot of unpleasant stuff in the bargain.”

“Well, do you remember enough that you might be able to translate some of it?”

“Sure, but don’t expect anything big. For all we know, somepony just carved these for fun.” Sunset tucked the folder into her backpack as she laughed. “Wouldn’t that be funny if the translation was something like ‘Flash Magnus was here’?”

Twilight giggled at that. “If he shares DNA with Rainbow Dash, he might just do something like that.” The levity faded as she added, “There’s also something else we discovered that I think you need to know about. All the details are in the journal, but I figure you should hear the main details directly from me. You remember me telling you about what happened when we returned the Elements to the Tree? That one light going up one branch?” At her friend’s nod, the alicorn explained, “Well, I think I know why. Assuming my vision is correct, Star Swirl and the other Pillars accelerated the development of the Tree, and basically created the Elements, by adding seven magically-enhanced gemstones to it.”

“Seven? Stygian added one too?”

Twilight nodded. “But for unknown reasons, his wasn’t acknowledged. At least, not initially. This means that there’s a Seventh Element of Harmony, one that’s been dormant for the last thousand years and might be on the verge of activating.”

“Okay, but what…?” Sunset turned silent as she realized where Twilight was going. “You don’t think… that I triggered it?”

“It’s the only logical explanation. You came in contact with the Element of Magic, and it reacted to you.”

“Yeah, by turning me into a raging she-demon.” Sunset bowed her head and sighed. “I’m not saying that you’re wrong, Twilight. I just have a hard time believing it. I mean, why me? I’m not saying that Stygian and I don’t have a few things in common, we do, it’s just…” She looked her friend in the eye and asked, “Can you really see someone like me wielding an Element of Harmony?”

Twilight gave an encouraging smile. “Someone who has seen the worst of herself, and overcome it? Who can look at something from perspectives beyond her own? Who stood against a fragment of the Nightmare and overcame it?” She arched an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

Sunset smiled back. “I think I still have some trouble believing it. But I do appreciate the vote of confidence.” She got to her feet and slung her bag over her shoulders. “Anyway, it sounds like we both have a lot yet to do, and a lot to worry about. You more than me. Be careful, huh?”

“I will. You do the same.”

Sunset nodded, then turned and made her way back to Canterlot High. Twilight waited until she’d passed through the portal, then turned and made her way back to Golden Oak Library. They both had a lot to think about.

Principal Celestia slung her purse over her shoulders as she emerged from her office. The students might have gone home, but the work and responsibilities of teachers and school administrators didn’t end with the last bell.

The door to the teacher’s lounge opened nearby, and she turned to see one such responsibility closing the door behind her. “Sunset? How did your meeting with Princess Twilight go?”

Sunset slung her backpack over her shoulders. “Gave me a lot to think about.” She then looked her guardian in the eye and asked, “Principal Celestia, do the words ‘Memory Stone’ have any meaning to you?”

That gave the older woman pause. “She’s just now told the two of you about that?” Her shoulders slumped. “Luna and I found it buried near the school back when we were students here, during my senior year. We found it while we were looking for something else, something far less dangerous. The instant the princess saw it, and realized what it was, she destroyed it.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a block of plastic, with a chunk of stone inside. “This is the biggest chunk of it that remained. No power, no magic, just a piece of rock. I’ve kept it with me as a reminder, that not everything from Equestria is brilliant and bright.” She pocketed it and added, “That said, the same can be said for this world. I guess this is something else for the list of things that I should have told you about.”

Sunset shrugged. “Like you said, there were a lot of things that you couldn’t tell me. This probably wasn’t one of them, but still. I can understand you thinking that it wouldn’t be important.”

“Except it is. I didn’t keep this from you on purpose, but I did hope that she had told you about it already. Obviously, I was wrong.” She sighed. “I guess living for over a thousand years causes you to become set in your ways. Thank God I won’t live that long.”

The younger woman laughed. “You say things like that, you might just start tempting fate.” Sunset turned and made her way to the school’s exit. “Have a good night!”

“You too. Have a safe walk home.” As Sunset stepped out of the school, Celestia moved to her purse and pulled out her phone, then dialed one specific number. “Come on, come on…”

A voice answered at the other end. “Celestia?”

“Megan. I hope I’m not calling at a bad time.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m guessing this has something to do about Sunset?”

“It does. Is there any way that we can speed things up?”

“No Celestia, I’m sorry. I know she needs to know the facts, but my schedule won’t let me get out there for a few weeks yet. Any luck with Zecora?”

“No. I can only guess that she’s waiting for her apprentices to ask Sunset.” Celestia scowled. “I hate this, Megan. She deserves the full truth.”

“I agree, she does. But we don’t have any power over these things.”

The scowl faded. “No. We don’t.”

As she entered the main level of Golden Oak Library, Lyra managed a light chuckle. “It’s funny. Before I left, Twist was talking about how she was tired of always being on the sidelines.”

Bon-Bon shook her head. “Well, she should count her blessings that she’s on the periphery. Being in the center of the action is far more exciting than it has any right to be.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Applejack was already making her way to the door. “Pardon me, y’all. Gotta get home.”

“Applejack?” The farmmare paused and turned as Lyra offered her most encouraging smile. “I know you’re probably not eager to talk about what happened today, but when you are, there’s plenty of ponies here who will be ready when you are.”

Applejack managed a small smile at the sight of her gathered friends, all sporting similar expressions to Lyra. “Thanks, y’all. Ah’ll remember that.”

As she departed, Spike looked up at Quiver and asked, “What do you think’s got Applejack down?”

“I’ve got an idea, but I’m not gonna talk about it.” The stallion turned to his young drake friend and explained, “We’re all allowed to keep some secrets.”

“Yeah, speaking of.” Spike dashed off to a table and plucked a newspaper from it. “I wanted to bring this up with Twilight, but I didn’t get a chance before now. One of the articles confused me, at least until Bon-Bon explained everything about SMILE.” He opened the paper to the article in question. “Take a look.”

Quiver examined the article as others gathered around him, and once Twilight rejoined them, he turned to her and asked, “Twilight, were you planning on going to Rainbow Falls for some kind of official event?”

“Yes, the Rainbow Falls Trading Festival. I was supposed to be there to oversee it, but first it got delayed, and then everypony else wasn’t able to attend when it was rescheduled because of other commitments. Why?”

Quiver turned the newspaper around to reveal a picture of Twilight and the rest of her friends in attendance at said event. “Because I’m pretty sure you can’t be in two places at once.”

Twilight gasped and claimed the newspaper in her magic. “I can’t! I wasn’t there! None of us were there! How…?!” She lowered the paper, and her gaze turned to the secret agent among them. “SMILE.”

At Bon-Bon’s reluctant nod, Rarity offered, “But how? Applejack was the only one among us whose memories had been altered, and as Twilight said, she couldn’t be in two places at once.”

“No, but we all know ways that they could make it look like she was there.” Quiver turned to Bon-Bon and explained, “Changelings. Either they’re working with a few isolated individuals, or they have some forced into their service like Bon-Bon was.”

“Probably the second one.” The secret agent turned to Twilight and explained, “SMILE’s been tasked with capturing small changeling cells in the past. I took part in one such mission myself. And something tells me that a changeling might be even more vulnerable to their mind-manipulation spells than a pony is.”

Twilight scowled. “Taking out small cells is fine and all, but apparently, they had foreknowledge of the attack on Canterlot and allowed it to happen.” Quiver’s eyes met hers as she declared, “They have to be held accountable for their crimes. They have to be taken down.”

“And they will.” Quiver smiled. “We know about them. And when we’re ready, we’ll drag their plots out of the shadows and into the light for good.”

Rainbow Dash grinned at the stallion’s declaration. “Okay, liking that confidence, but what makes you so sure that’ll happen?”

Quiver’s answer was short and simple. “Faith.”

The walk back to Sweet Apple Acres was mercifully uneventful. Applejack was glad for that, as she had a lot on her mind thanks to the day’s revelations. A part of her had wished they had ceased with what they had learned regarding the Pillars, but alas, it couldn’t be that simple.

Being part of a legacy that had been forgotten? A pleasant surprise. Made her feel just a little bit special. Finding out that there was some ancient conspiracy within Equestria’s government? Not at all a pleasant surprise. Finding out that operatives of said organization had messed with her head, and those of her immediate relatives? About as far from pleasant as anyone could get.

She finally entered the door to the farmhouse to find her relatives gathered around the dinner table. “Howdy Applejack!” Braeburn turned to greet her. “Ready fer mah last meal before Ah head back to Appleoosa?”

“Ah’ll join y’all in a minute. Gotta go freshen up.”

Granny Smith laughed. “Times where Ah think she’s spendin’ too much time ‘round Rarity. Applejack never used to be so fond’a bein’ clean.”

“Ah thought bein’ clean was a good thing,” Apple Bloom’s voice trailed as Applejack made her way into her bedroom and went to the photos on her wall. She gently took one off, then settled onto her bed with a wistful look on her face.

She sighed. Pictured was her immediate family, shortly after Apple Bloom’s birth and her return from her brief stay in Manehattan. Right in the middle were her mother and father, with their youngest child held tight in Buttercup’s forelimb. For years, she’d thought one thing about them. Now, she was forced to think differently.

“Momma, Daddy, there ain’t a day that goes by where we don’t miss ya. Where Ah don’t wish that you were here, to see Apple Bloom grow up, to just… to just be here.” She bowed her head. “When we lost you, Ah tried to take reassurance in knowin’ that there was a reason for it. The Maker had a plan, an’ all Ah was bein’ asked to do was have some faith, an’ Ah’d see the two’a y’all again when it was Mah time.” Anger crept into her voice. “But y’all didn’t die. Somethin’ else happened. The two’a y’all vanished, right in front of us, an’ it didn’t even take an hour fer them folks to come knockin’ on our door to mess with our heads. Mine, Granny’s, an’ Big Mac’s. Only two things’re givin’ me comfort in all’a this, that they didn’t mess with Apple Bloom’s head, and that the two’a y’all ain’t dead.” Her eyes narrowed. “At least, Ah hope ya ain’t. Either way, these sidewinders in SMILE done bit off far more’n they can chew. When the day comes, when me an’ mah friends’re able to drag their sorry plots inta the light, they’d better be prayin’ to the Maker, ‘cuz they ain’t gettin’ any mercy from me.”

As Applejack replaced the photo and joined her family, she knew that she wasn’t going to tell her immediate family about this. She couldn’t, not at this point. Keeping this secret from them would kill her if she had to do so for too long, however. For now, all she had to keep her sane was the knowledge that she could talk with somepony about it, and faith that one day, the rest of her family would know the truth.

Author's Note

And here we are. Stay tuned, there's still an epilogue to come.

Epilogue - Shadow Gambit

Primrose Thorn scowled within the holding cell that she’d been stuffed into. Weeks had passed since the initial hearing where she’d been denied bail before her trial, and still she was here, stuck with horrible prison food and equally horrible accommodations. How dare they do this to her? And how dare her father take so long in getting her out? She’d missed her reunion, and the accolades she was due there! She was going to have a word with him once she got back home.

She’d stared at the door to her cell for so long, however, anticipating her release, that she’d gotten bored with it, and her gaze shifted towards the narrow window. It wasn’t much, but it did give her a slight glimpse at her reflection. She felt at her neck, and recalled the strong grip of magic that she’d been caught in. That damn princess had overstretched herself, and would pay for what she did to her. She’d get access to her magic restored soon enough, and afterwards, that pretty little pony with her pet dragon would suffer. And so would Blunder Bill. The only question was how.

The door to her cell creaked as a guard called out. “Primrose Thorn! Step out of your cell and come with us!”

Primrose did as told, and followed a pair of police officers into a small courtroom. The local attorney sat at his customary place and a different lawyer from the public defender who had represented her at her earlier hearing stood at his. The former attorney looked to be at ease, while the latter bore a toothy grin as she took her place beside him. The judge entered, and the customary song and dance took place before the elderly pony told them all to be seated.

The judge’s gaze went between the attorney and the defendant, then drifted over towards a nondescript unicorn stallion in a black suit. The unicorn nodded, and the judge made their decision. “I’ve reviewed the evidence presented, and I find no reason to hold the defendant any further. Case is dismissed.”

Primrose grinned, then turned and made her way towards the door with her lawyer in tow. She only paused as a voice called to her. “Primrose Thorn.” She turned to find the nondescript unicorn as he added, “Your father and great-grandmother send their regards, and will see you in Indianapoloosa soon.”

That only made her grin even wider as she continued on her way. She didn’t question it, and certainly didn’t need to. She didn’t take notice of the fact that she was the only pony from her group to have their charges in Ponyville dismissed once the papers released the news, and nor did she care. That she still had federal charges to worry about didn’t bother her either. Odds are that they would be dismissed as well.

What mattered to her was that she had won, just as she always did.

The return trip back to Indianapoloosa was short and uneventful, but Primrose was glad to be back in her family’s city. It was leagues ahead of Ponyville, and unlike the upstarts in Canterlot, ponies of authority here knew their place – beneath her hooves. As she stepped off the train carriage, she smirked eagerly and anticipated her return home to a proper shower, a genuine meal, and maybe the chance to get a little well-placed revenge against those who had wronged her.

She found the familiar sight of her father’s personal carriage awaiting her outside the station, and climbed aboard without a word. She then settled into her seat and relaxed as the driver set off, heading deeper into the city…

“Blue Ribbon!” She leaned forward and shouted at the pony pulling the carriage. “Blue Ribbon, explain yourself! You’re supposed to be going to the mayoral residence!”

The stallion’s answer was quick, his tone forced and neutral. “I have orders to take you to City Hall, ma’am. From your father.”

Primrose frowned, but accepted that and continued her ride in silence. She made a small note to add Blue Ribbon to the list of those who had wronged her, however, and make the stallion miserable the next chance that she received.

After a half-hour of travel through congested city streets, the carriage reached Indianapoloosa City Hall and its passenger disembarked. The foul expression on her face was gone, however, as she put on the image of the helpless victim. She would soon see her father in his office, and at the very sight of his little girl in tears, he’d do whatever she asked of him. Starting with firing Blue Ribbon.

The door to her father’s office opened with her magic, and she strode in, the crocodile tears already beginning to roll down her face. “Oh Daddy, thank…” She then noticed that her father wasn’t behind his desk, but standing off to one side and looking decidedly cowed. “Daddy?”

She then noticed two things in quick succession. The first was that the doors leading into her father’s office soon closed behind her, seemingly of their own accord but likely due to another pony’s magic. The second was that her father’s desk was occupied, the chair turned away from the door. “You have nothing to thank him for.”

Primrose’s expression shifted in an instant. “Nana?” The chair turned to reveal her great-grandmother, who climbed down from her perch and approached her. “Oh, of course! Thank you for…!”

A sound slap to the muzzle interrupted her.

“Be silent.” Amaranth Thorn looked upon her descendant with an expression mixing disgust, disappointment, and barely-restrained fury, but her voice was even and subdued. “What in Tartarus were you thinking?”

“Now Nana, I’m sure…”

“Your daughter will speak for herself, Crimson.” Her grandson instantly cowed, she turned her attention back to Primrose. “I expect an explanation, Primrose. You had best give me one.”

Primrose was not so easily cowed as her father, for better or worse. “An explanation for what?”

“You know damn well what. That incident in Ponyville a few weeks ago, the one that landed you and a gaggle of other idiots and morons in jail.” Her eyes narrowed as she amended herself. “Including that brute you use as a display piece.”

“They had it coming!”

“For what? For some shopkeeper barring you from her business? Some random stallion who refused to come when you called so that you could humiliate him? For choosing to defend themselves?” Her tone remained calm, but her icy eyes were glaring daggers at her great-granddaughter as she explained, “You have no idea how absolutely stupid you’ve been.”

“Oh like anypony would’ve cared about all of them getting…!”

“MOST PONIES DON’T REACT WELL TO NATIONAL HEROES BEING MAIMED!” This finally caused Primrose to step back, and her father to cower further, before Amaranth regained her composure. “Nor do they respond well to foals being maimed.” She paused to collect herself and continued, “In any case, six of the ponies whom you antagonized, including that very shopkeeper, have saved this nation and its population multiple times within the last year and a half. One actually studied under Princess Celestia personally, whereas you failed to even gain entry into her school despite my efforts on your behalf. That stallion whom you’ve decided to treat as your personal plaything has somehow managed to endear himself to them, and in the process, blacken your image in their eyes. It’s only thanks to certain connections of mine that your actions haven’t received greater attention, and that you aren’t still rotting in a jail cell.” She scowled. “And don’t pretend for one minute that your freedom came cheap. There will be a steep price paid in the end, but yours will be coming far sooner than mine.”

“Price? What do you…?”

“You’re grounded, Primrose.” Crimson sounded like a wounded puppy as he clarified for his daughter. “No access to the family funds, save those essential to your needs or anything philanthropic. No use of the family resources. No carriage rides, no train rides, no travel outside of Indianapoloosa unless accompanied by me or by…”

“What?!” Her gaze went between her father and her great-grandmother, and she protested, “But this isn’t fair!”

“Life isn’t fair.” Amaranth’s expression remained icy as she declared, “Now get out of my sight.”

“But how am I supposed to…?”

“Take the street car. You have petty cash. Use it.”

Primrose looked as though she wished to protest, but opted to do as she was told. Her magic was still denied her, and thus she opened the door with her hoof and quietly closed it behind her.

“Was that really necessary, Nana?” Crimson looked to his grandmother with pleading eyes. “After all, Primrose…”

“It wouldn’t be necessary if you or that shallow excuse for a mare you married had bothered to raise her properly.” That instantly silenced her grandson as Amaranth approached the doors herself. “Besides, I am trying to protect her. I couldn’t leave her inside of that jail cell, after all. But the fact that she was let out in the first place, despite what she’s done…” She sighed. “I built this family into a dynasty, a legacy of power that would go untouched. And then she attacked a princess in a fit of childish rage.” She affixed a steely glare upon her grandson. “Keep her out of trouble, Crimson. For all our sakes.”

Amaranth let herself out of the office, and quietly kept her own council as she made her way out of the building. Her aides stepped into place beside her, but kept their silence. As she made her way to the same carriage that had brought her great-granddaughter to City Hall, only one thought was on her mind – that she was damned.

Amaranth had no faith in her grandson’s ability to keep his daughter on a leash. The stallion had no spine when it came to delivering discipline. And her connections had an agenda of their own, one that didn’t involve freeing her great-granddaughter for selfless reasons. Primrose was a pawn to them, a means to an end and nothing more. Exactly what they wanted her for, she had no clue, but assuming the mare survived, she doubted that it would mean anything good. Her legacy was teetering on the edge, and time would tell whether it fell.

She only hoped that, if it did fall, then it would do so well after she was no longer around to see it.

Primrose fumed as she rode the streetcar home. How dare her grandmother do this to her. How dare her father not stand up for her and defend her. How dare they subject her to this humiliation.

This was Putrid Swill’s fault. And he would regret it, as soon as she could figure out a way how…

“Pardon me, dear.”

Primrose groaned as she inched to one side, and an old mare settled into the seat beside her and busied herself with a photo album. The last thing she needed was to be stuck sitting beside some half-senile old nag who absolutely had to show off pictures of her cats or her grandchildren.

“Oh Regal. Such a blessing…”

That tore it. Primrose turned and was more than happy to give the old nag a piece of her mind, until she caught a glimpse of some of those photos and recognized one of the colts in them. It couldn’t be!

“Excuse me.” Primrose inched closer to the old mare with an eager expression on her face. “I hope that I’m not bothering you, ma’am, but…”

“Oh no!” The old mare moved her album so that it was more clearly visible. “I’m just glad that somepony wants to hear about my grandson. Regal’s such a blessing.”

“Oh, I’ve no doubt about that, ma’am.” Primrose looked upon the photos with a smile, and gestured to the foal that she didn’t recognize. “Is this him?”

“Oh yes, that’s Regal.”

“And who is this other colt?”

“Oh that’s my other grandson, Quiver Quill.”

Primrose gasped. “Oh my gosh! I thought he looked familiar!” At the old mare’s surprised expression, she explained, “He and I went to school together!”

“Really? Did he ever tell you about Regal? He’s such a blessing!”

“All the time!” The beginnings of a scheme started to form in her mind as Primrose beckoned, “But it’s been so long, and I’d love to hear more, Miss…?”

“Oh, where are my manners? My name is Surely Sweet!”

“Primrose Thorn.” The smile turned wicked. “Delighted.”

Author's Note

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Chapter One - The Vision of the Scholar

Golden Oak Library was rarely a place without some research being done by its occupant and proprietor. Today was no exception, as Princess Twilight Sparkle found herself going over one of her many tomes in the hopes of finding some nugget of knowledge to aid in her research. She groaned as she put aside her latest volume and looked to her friends. “Any luck?”

Quiver Quill looked up from the volume before him and shook his head. “Afraid not, Twilight.” He gently moved the book aside as a fresh cup of tea was laid out for him. “Thanks, Spike.”

“Hey, no problem. I know how to handle things for long study sessions.” The young drake looked at the growing pile of discarded books and grumbled, “Kinda wish this one wasn’t going nearly this long, though.”

Several of the volumes were enveloped in magic as Sour Sweet approached him and grinned. “Good thing you’re not the only one doing the cleanup now, isn’t it?”

Spike gave an appreciative smile before the library door opened. “Hello everypony! I hope this isn’t a bad time.”

“Of course not, Fluttershy, come on in.” Twilight quickly noticed that her friend wasn’t alone, and greeted the other new arrivals. “Zecora, thank you for coming by! And… Silver Spoon?”

The bespectacled filly offered a polite smile as she followed the two adults in and closed the door behind her. “Hello Princess Twilight. I hope now isn’t a bad time to ask about something.”

“Of course not. What’s the matter?”

She shook her head. “Nothing’s wrong, but you remember that diagram I saw the last time I was here, with Diamond Tiara? I haven’t gotten a chance since then to ask about that, being grounded and all, and…”

“And this was your first chance to come and satisfy your curiosity.” The filly nodded, and Twilight set aside her books. “Well Silver, there’s a lot about this that I can’t tell you, but I can at least give you the basics. Not long after I ascended, Princess Celestia shared several secrets with me and my friends, some involving the Elements of Harmony and where they came from. It turns out that they came from an artifact, one that she called the Tree of Harmony.” She pulled out the diagram in question and continued, “When my friends and I went into the Everfree weeks ago to stop the plundervines, we discovered the Tree had created a chest.”

“And this diagram is of the chest,” Silver reasoned. At Twilight’s affirming nod, the filly turned awestruck. “Wow. But why did it make that chest?”

“I have some theories, but I have to keep those to myself.”

The filly frowned, but she was used to grown-ups keeping things from her for one reason or another. “Okay, but why make the chest with key holes? I mean, a key hole means that it’s supposed to be locked, or unlocked, right?” She gestured to the diagram and added, “And if the locks are pick-proof, then that means it has to be opened with specific keys, doesn’t it?”

Quiver raised an eyebrow. “Those are very smart questions, Silver.” He then smiled proudly. “And you’re right. There’s no sense in producing a chest with locks for specific keys if those keys don’t exist. And ever since it was found, Twilight and her friends have been trying to track down those keys, and she’s called in help where she can for the search among those she trusts.”

Zecora smiled as she chose that moment to interject. “Which is why I have left my nest, to aid Twilight in her grand quest.” She turned to the various books that remained stacked on desks and tables and noted, “Though I fear I’ll be of little aid, given the effort already made.”

“You’d be surprised, Zecora.” Quiver offered an encouraging grin as he noted, “How many ponies would’ve thought to look for penicillin in bread mold?”

The shaman conceded that point as Silver looked over the collected books. “So why are you looking at all of these books about Star Swirl the Bearded? What does he have to do with this chest?”

“Well, let’s continue to indulge in critical thinking, shall we?” Quiver eyed the filly with encouragement. “Tell me Silver, how do you think Celestia knew about the Elements in the first place?”

The filly considered that for a moment, then reasoned, “Well, either she discovered them, or somepony else showed them to her.” She glanced at the books and reasoned further. “Star Swirl the Bearded showed her?”

“According to her, yes. She and Luna built the Castle of the Two Sisters where they did because of the Tree of Harmony.” Fluttershy frowned and admitted, “But the trouble is that in all of Twilight’s research, she hasn’t found anything about how he discovered it.” She then gestured towards the lone stallion present. “But Quiver thought that maybe since Star Swirl studied them himself, he might have shared his findings with other mages and learned ponies from his era.”

“Happens all the time nowadays, and peer review didn’t just come out of nowhere.” Quiver frowned and admitted, “Unfortunately, we’re drawing blanks on that. There aren’t many ponies who come close to counting as a peer to Star Swirl, and the closest we’ve found so far is Mage Meadowbrook. Trouble is that many of the modern books that mention her all say the same thing, that she was an Eastern unicorn who crafted eight magical artifacts. It’s like researching my Nightmare Moon story all over again.” He sighed, closed his current volume and pushed it aside. “Only one thing for it.”

Silver Spoon looked at him in surprise. “You’re not giving up, are you?”

“No, just taking a break and considering something else.” Quiver picked up another tome and opened it as he explained, “Sometimes doing that helps to spark some creative energy. It might help me come up with a research idea.”

Twilight caught sight of how close her friend’s drink was to the tome in question and warned, “Just be careful with that book, Quiver. It’s from the library at the Castle of the Two Sisters, and I haven’t had a chance to make a copy yet.”

“Of course, don’t…” The stallion suddenly turned silent as he studied what was on the pages before him. “These look familiar.”

Silver Spoon pushed over a stool to get a better look at the book as Fluttershy and Zecora approached themselves. She looked over the illustrations and noted, “They’re masks.”

“Yeah, and it’s this one here that I was reacting to.” Quiver tapped one illustration in particular, that of a brightly-colored mask that brought to mind a tropical bird. “I swear I’ve seen that mask before, in a book I had when I was a colt…”

“About a healer of legend who would never fail?” Heads turned towards Zecora as she recounted, “I only know of her from ancient folk tales. Mystical and masked, she came in the night and cured everything from hoof cough to fur blight.”

“The Mystical Mask!” Fluttershy giggled as she recounted, “My parents would tell me and Zephyr about her whenever we were sick in bed!”

“Mine too!” Silver Spoon smiled. “Well, once, when I was home sick with the horsey hives.” She turned to Zecora and asked, “But how did you know about her, Zecora? Your homeland isn’t even on the map in school.”

“An oversight that I wish was fixed, but efforts to do so are mixed.”

Quiver rolled his eyes. “Bureaucracy. Gotta love it.”

“That being said, there was a zebra colony located near where Ponyville now stands right around the time Equestria was founded.” Twilight approached and explained, “It failed, and many of the colonists were forced to return home, but there was a measure of cultural exchange, and stories of the Mystical Mask could have been spread to Zecora’s ancestors and passed down that way.”

At the zebra’s nod, Silver Spoon asked, “So what happened to them? The Mystical Mask, I mean.”

“A century’s worth of tales are told of all her travails, but what became of the healer, nopony knows, for she disappeared a thousand years ago.”

Silver considered that thoughtfully, and wondered aloud, “Well, Nightmare Moon was a thousand years ago, and she turned out to be real, right?”

Quiver smiled proudly. “Exactly.” He then turned to Twilight and said, “Don’t suppose you found any books on ancient healers over at the old castle when you found this one, did you?”

Twilight glanced over the books she’d gathered, then retrieved one from the stack with her magic. “Actually, yes.”

She opened it as Silver realized, “If the stories of the Mystical Mask are old enough that Zecora’s ancestors passed them down, then maybe they began around that time.”

Quiver grinned and tapped his nose with one hoof. “And if the Mystical Mask was important enough, then there will be an illustration. Might even be an identical one to what’s in the other book.” He grinned and added, “Ponies are lazy, and it’s easier to copy something than simply create something new wholecloth, especially if they have unicorn magic.” He leaned in close. “But Miss Cheerilee would call that plagiarism, and she doesn’t approve of that kind of thing.”

Silver Spoon giggled. “Good thing I’m not a unicorn then.” She glanced over the book before them as Twilight looked through it, and tilted her head curiously at the language therein. “What’s it written in?”

“Old Ponish. Languages are living things, so they grow and change and evolve with time, and effectively become new languages.” Pages ceased to be flipped and landed on one with the same illustration as the other book, and Twilight smiled. “And thankfully, Old Ponish was one of the subjects taught at the School for Gifted Unicorns.” She read over the page and her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh. According to this, the mask was worn and used by one of the pre-eminent healers at the time of publication, an earth pony born and raised in the Hayseed Swamps in southeast Equestria.”

The filly looked up and asked, “But why would a healer wear a mask?”

“So they wouldn’t get sick themselves while they went about their duties,” Fluttershy explained. “It’s partly why surgeons and dentists wear masks while they work on their patients today.” She then turned back to Twilight. “Does the book give a name for the healer?”

Twilight nodded. “Mage Meadowbrook.”

That caused those gathered to look among themselves in surprise, and prompted the youngest among them to ask, “But you said that Mage Meadowbrook was an eastern unicorn, and…”

“And that book says the pony pictured was an earth pony.” Quiver thoughtfully considered that as he rubbed his chin with one hoof. “Which raises two possibilities. Either there was more than one pony named Meadowbrook who studied magic and came to be called a Mage…”

“Which isn’t impossible, but would be a big coincidence,” Sour Sweet interjected.

“…Or there was only one pony by that name, and somewhere along the line, the facts about her became obscured, just like with Princess Luna.” The stallion frowned. “After all this time, though, we might never…”

He was interrupted as Spike gagged and spat out a gout of magical flame, from which materialized a scroll. He caught it and unfurled it as Twilight asked, “A message from Princess Celestia?”

“No, from Princess Luna!” He looked up and said, “She wants you to come to Neigh Orleans immediately! According to this, it’s got something to do with the Tree of Harmony!”

Fluttershy gasped. “Maybe Luna found one of the keys?”

“Or at least a lead.” She turned to Sour and asked, “How soon can you be ready to go?”

The mare grinned. “I’m a professional, ma’am. I have a go-bag ready at all times.”

“Alright then, head to the station and book us a train.” As Sour went off on her way, Twilight turned to the young drake and ordered, “Spike, tell Luna that Sour Sweet and I are heading her way.”

“Um, Twilight?” Fluttershy stepped forward. “I’d like to come along, if I may. Neigh Orleans isn’t too far away from the Hayseed Swamps, and while you’re meeting with Luna…”

“Maybe you can investigate what we’ve found. Great idea, Fluttershy.” Twilight then paused as she turned to her one-mare security detail, who had stopped the instant Fluttershy had spoken up. “The two of you won’t have any trouble traveling together, will you?”

Sour smiled reassuringly. “No ma’am. Like I said, I’m a professional.”

“Alright then.” The princess then turned back to Spike and asked, “Will you be alright with holding the fort here?”

The young drake shrugged. “I think I can manage.”

Stygian was not the most impressive of ponies. He was small and slight of build, and while hardly disinclined towards physical activity, he would not be winning any hoofraces or carrying heavy loads for long distances. One thing that stood out about him, however, was his curiosity. The unicorn enjoying learning for the sake of learning, expanding his mind and seeing everything from every possible angle. Learn all that could be learned, and perhaps share it.

He wasn’t idle with his knowledge, of course. He knew full well how to apply it, and had done so to help his fellow villagers, but they doubted very much that his more esoteric pursuits would in any way be of practical use. Perhaps knowing something about the tides would help in the harbors, but what use would his research on the tales of the lands’ heroes be beyond a bedtime story for a foal? And they certainly didn’t see the sense in his study of sea creatures.

Still, Stygian was a decent pony, and his eccentricities didn’t bother anypony, so why not let him have his fun?

In any case, it was autumn. Stygian found himself on a cold beach early in the morning, idly collecting new shells that had rolled in with the tide. He had no expectation of today being any different from any other.

“Hail, land-dweller.”

He looked up in surprise. “Hail?” He then looked about for the source of the voice – it had to be a stallion of some sort, the voice was far too deep to be of a mare. “Forgive me sir, but…”

“Look to the sea, land-dweller.”

“Oh, thank…” Stygian looked up at the sight before him, and found himself awestruck. “…you…”

Before him, curled up imperiously upon a rock, was a creature unlike any he had ever seen. The first thought was that it was a seapony, as the creature met the general description of being part-pony, part-fish, but the creature was far too great in size, easily two to three times his own. It – no, he – was colored in varying shades of reddish orange, darkest at his fins and lightest at his upper torso with his tail somewhere inbetween, the darkest shade being on his hooves. Sitting on his breast was a blood red gemstone, one that looked as though it were embedded into his very flesh, and between all of that and the visible fangs at the tips of his maw, the creature was intimidating indeed.

The smile that formed upon the creature’s maw did little to ease Stygian’s nerves. “You are quite welcome. Tell me, does this land have a name?”

Stygian fought back his fear and attempted to be polite. Looks could be deceiving, after all. “Um, Equestria, sir. The Southwestern coast, in fact.”

“Equestria, eh?” The creature stroked his chin with one hoof. “A simple name for a simple enough land. Still, one cannot expect all places and things to be named in such a manner as Basso Profundo.” He turned back to the stallion. “That is my name, you see.”

“And a fine name it is, sir. Most regal.” Stygian bowed. “Please forgive me, but I must depart. The day is young, and I have much to do.”

“Indeed it is, land-dweller.” The creature waved him off, but never lost that dangerous smile even as Stygian departed in an excited state. “Indeed it is.”

Located in Equestria’s southeast, Neigh Orleans was both one of the oldest settlements in the nation and the largest city nearest to the Hayseed Swamps. A place of culture and refinement, though not quite as sophisticated as Manehatten or Canterlot and certainly not mentioned in the same breath as either, ponies nonetheless flocked there year-round for its historical sites and its good food.

Transit to the city had gone by with little trouble, thanks to the minor perks of being part of the nobility, and as soon as the party had arrived, they found a carriage and members of the Night Guard awaiting them. “Princess Luna must think this is very important to go to all this trouble,” Fluttershy mused as the carriage continued on its way. “I almost feel bad for needing to excuse myself once we get to her.”

“I’m sure that she’ll understand, Fluttershy.” The carriage came to a stop as Twilight amended, “But it might be a good idea for you to wait until after we’re done here before heading to the swamps. Who knows what we’re in for.”

The doors were opened, and a guardspony gently bowed. “Ma’ams, I present the Mare-ieult House of the Historic Neigh Orleans Collection.” The stallion waited for the three to disembark and for his associate to join them. “Princess Luna awaits you inside.”

The guards escorted the trio into the building, with more than a few of the museum’s guests and staff noticing their arrival and gawking in surprise. They were quickly ushered out of the public areas and into the private sections of the museum, where past a set of ornate white doors, they found themselves in a fair-sized study with the one who had summoned them.

“Twilight Sparkle!” The Princess of the Night smiled warmly as the party approached and their escorts took up guard outside. “I apologize for the abruptness of my summons, but I am pleased that you were able to arrive so quickly.”

“Well thank you for the carriage and escort.” Twilight then noticed the portly stallion who was present beside Luna, and turned apologetic. “Oh! I’m sorry sir, I didn’t notice you at first.”

The stallion chuckled and nodded. “It’s alright, your Highness. Better you noticin’ me like this instead’ve me startlin’ you. Ah do that sometimes, accidently mind.” He had a relaxed air about him, his yellow and gold mane, beard and tail tied off into thick bushes of hair and his vest and necklace giving him the air of a humble country pony. He bowed and introduced himself properly. “The name is Cattail, and Ah’m honored to be in your presence.”

“Cattail is the reason I have summoned you here,” Luna explained. “I assume that you have heard of Mage Meadowbrook?”

“Of course. In fact, we uncovered evidence about her just as your summons arrived that could rewrite the history books.”

“That Mage Meadowbrook was not an Eastern unicorn, but instead an earth pony?” At Twilight’s astonished look, the taller alicorn explained, “I can assure you, your evidence is correct. I knew Mage Meadowbrook personally, and counted her as a friend over a thousand years ago. She was, indeed, an earth pony.”

The younger alicorn gasped. “Omigosh, this is amazing!” Her elation turned to shock as she realized, “But how could the history books have gotten things so wrong?”

“Well like my cousin said, written accounts about her were likely distorted over time and confused with some of her contemporaries.” Sour scowled and added, “Alternatively, there was some historical revisionism on the part of a few tribist unicorn historians, and nopony had the means to correct them.”

Fluttershy turned to Luna in surprise. “And you’re the first to try, Princess Luna?”

“I suspect that my sister put in quite a few efforts to set the record straight, fair Fluttershy, though by the time she did so, the misconceptions had taken root and could not be dislodged, much to my chagrin whenever I attempted to discuss such things with modern intellectuals.” An increasingly bitter tone was clear in her voice as she continued, “I would correct them on such things and they would say ‘Yes, Princess Luna, very interesting, Princess Luna, thank you, Princess Luna,’ and just carry on as though my words had no meaning. Nevermind the fact that I actually have first-hoof knowledge of that time.” She snorted. “For ponies whose vocation is learning and expanding knowledge, most are unfortunately far too close-minded for their own good.”

Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, Twilight ventured, “Well, in their defense, you would need to provide some hard evidence to substantiate your claims.”

“A fair point, given my own situation.” Luna smiled and continued, “And with that in mind, once I found myself with the time to pursue it, I began my own research into those ponies Celestia and I knew in our youth who had been dismissed as legends within the history books. Star Swirl, of course, has come into greater prominence in the wake of your ascension, Twilight Sparkle, but there were others who were prominent at that time who have faded into undeserved obscurity. Mage Meadowbrook was one of them, and perhaps the most egregious example given her distorted history. Consequently, I opted to begin my efforts with her, and that led me to the Hayseed Swamps and her home.” The princess turned to the stallion. “Where I found Cattail in residence.”

“Mage Meadowbrook was my ancestor,” the stallion explained with some pride. “And she recorded a lot of her life’s story in her journals.” He gestured to a nearby table, where several ancient books of varying size sat sealed in plastic bags. Beside them sat a mane-dresser’s bust adorned by an ancient healer’s mask sealed in a glass case, its once vibrant colors having faded with time. “Ah even have the healer’s mask she wore when performing her duties.”

Twilight gasped. “These are amazing!” She then turned to Luna and asked, “Have you had these authenticated?”

“That’s why we came here, mostly because of convenience and because Cattail did not want to risk them being lost or damaged over a long journey elsewhere. And I suspected that what I uncovered might lead to some clues on your search as well, hence my summons. Once the authentication is complete, we will see to it that copies are made.”

Twilight squealed gleefully at this news, even as Fluttershy approached the mask and remarked, “Well, it does look like the illustration in the book, and it’s certainly pretty.” She idly lifted a hoof towards the glass. “I’m just sad that the color’s faded with time. It must have been…” As her hoof touched the glass, however, the mask seemed to glow with a pleasant, ethereal light, which faded as she pulled her hoof away at the others’ surprised gasps. “Oh my goodness! I’m sorry! I don’t know how that happened!”

Before anypony could comment on that, the doors were forced open and one of the guards entered, accompanied by an unfamiliar mare. “Apologies, ma’am, but…”

“But I will not be delayed in my duties by anypony.”

The pony before them was a slender, severe-looking unicorn, her dark-colored mane drawn into a tight bun and a pair of glasses framing her eyes. Her stance and expression both spoke of stubborn authority, and gave the feeling that she wouldn’t easily give her ground. As Fluttershy reflexively took a step back, Twilight offered a polite smile and said, “Our apologies, miss, but we didn’t…”

“Ivory Tower. Deputy Chancellor of the EEA.” The mare stepped into the room with barely any acknowledgement of the young princess or her entourage and explained, “I received notification that some documents had come to light of supposed historical significance, and came to investigate on behalf of my fellows.” She cast a critical gaze over the bound books before her, then cast her eye towards the stallion who’d provided them. “Speaking of which, do you honestly expect anypony to believe this rubbish? What was your name again, Dog-Tail?”

“Cattail, ma’am, and none of this is rubbish.” The portly stallion kept a polite demeanor as he explained, “These journals were all written by my ancestor, Mage Meadowbrook.”

The professor gave the rural stallion a thinly-veiled expression of contempt. “So you say. But history records Mage Meadowbrook as one of the greatest magical minds of her time, equal to Star Swirl the Bearded and the crafter of eight magical artifacts.” She adjusted her pince-nez with her magic and added, “As well as an Eastern unicorn. While it is indeed plausible that such a pony kept journals and notations regarding their life and their work, I doubt very much of them could be preserved, especially in such a humid environment.”

“It is my experience that the history books are occasionally lacking in pertinent details, Deputy Chancellor.” Princess Luna stepped to Cattail’s side and firmly said, “I knew Mage Meadowbrook, and she was indeed a gifted magic user worthy of the title and equal in stature to Star Swirl himself. But she was also an earth pony, and a native of this region.”

The scholar regarded the Princess of the Night for a moment before she responded. “Be that as it may, your Highness, these journals are still of dubious origin, and require thorough examination.”

“Then by all means, ma’am, feel free to examine them.” Cattail stood tall and vowed, “These are as real as the day is long, and Ah will stand by them.”

“And the entire reason Cattail and I brought them here in the first place was to have their authenticity verified, at this very facility. I imagine such a place as this is more than up to the task for examining them, is it not?” Luna’s mouth was neutral, but there was a glimmer of triumph in her eyes as she remarked, “And you will, of course, be willing to accompany us in witnessing the examinations proper.”

The scholar glanced at the young alicorn and her two associates and remarked, “Assuming they are able to follow procedure, then yes.”

After the growing group of ponies were dressed and prepared for entering a sterile environment, aided by both assorted cleaning spells and protective garments, they found themselves in one of the various examination rooms within the museum. There, they found another pony awaiting them. “Hello everypony, please come inside! Princesses, welcome!”

“Doctor Sacred Writ, I presume.”

“Indeed ma’am, indeed, and I’ve been looking forward to this very much.” The unicorn stallion carefully took up the journals in his magic, then laid them out upon a waiting table, several implements and tools already organized and ready for him as he removed a journal from one of its protective bags. “To hold something with this much historical potential to it…”

“Doctor, we expect a thorough examination, not a dismissal.”

The academic laughed nervously at Ivory Tower’s remark. “Of course. I do apologize however, this will be a very time-consuming process, and even with the tools and knowledge I have at my disposal, I can’t give you exact dates. The best I can give you is a rough estimate based on the materials, and then judge the odds of these being written by the same pony.” He carefully removed the first volume from a bag and opened it, then performed some preliminary magical scans. “The first thing we do is see whether or not this text was composed with any sort of magic involved. Mind you, this is imperfect. Thaumic signatures fade with time, after all, but this will eliminate the possibility of it being a recent fake crafted by a unicorn, alicorn, or another creature with similar magical capacities such as a changeling or kirin.”

“How recent a fake?”

“Oh, within five years or so.” Sacred Writ laughed and continued, “In any case, I’m not sensing any sign of a fake, but these do appear to have traces of preservation spells placed upon them, and very strong ones at that.” He then took up a magnifying glass and continued his examination. “Princess Luna, what do you recall of the making of books from your youth?”

The Princess of the Night coughed nervously. “Such things weren’t what I commonly concerned myself with, though I do find that modern paper is not quite as strong as the paper used in the early days of mine and my sister’s reign.”

“And with good reason. Modern paper is made from wood-pulp, whereas paper in that time was made from linen rags, far stronger and more durable than what is used today. It’s only within the last few centuries and the development of movable type printing that modern paper became popular, however, given the few advantages it had over papyrus or parchment. That being said, parchment is horribly uncommon for obvious reasons, and you can’t make a book using papyrus. Far too fragile.”

“Hence why papyrus was used for scrolls instead.”

“Precisely.” Twilight allowed herself a grin as the doctor continued his examination. “In any case, this is clearly not modern wood-pulp, and appears to be linen paper.” He carefully turned a page with his magic and explained, “The feel is different, and that composition combined with the preservation spells lends authenticity to this journal at least.” He then lifted the book and examined the spine with approval. “And notice the binding. From what I can tell, the stitching along the ends was done by hoof, and the materials for the cover include wooden boards and tanned leather.”

“Um, may I have a look? Please?” Sacred Writ moved aside as Fluttershy approached. “I’m sorry to intrude, but…oh! This looks like snake leather!”

“Which would be consistent with the use of local materials.” He put the journal down and continued his analysis. “Finally, there’s the matter of the ink. Based on my analysis, the ink in this journal appears to be carbon ink, readily common up until its replacement with metal-gall ink but still easier to make. Everything is consistent with materials available around the time of Equestria’s founding.”

“And would somepony living in swampland have been able to do such things?” Ivory Tower’s tone suggested impatience as she prodded, “Surely this would not be done cheaply.”

“Oh no, of course not. Access to such materials would be limited to very few ponies at that time, such as the nobility, the clergy or learned scholars and healers.” He turned away from the journals and explained, “In any case, what I’ve done thus far is give a run down of the physical evidence. I haven’t proven or disproven their authenticity, just demonstrated evidence in favor of their legitimacy.” He turned back to the journal and continued, “From here, however, we go for the last resort. Paleography.” The magnifying glass was taken up again as he continued, “On its own, that approach cannot be used to pinpoint dates with high precision.”

“But combined with the material analysis, this should lend authenticity to the journals.”

“Precisely, Princess Twilight, though I’ll admit that it will be rather time-consuming.” As he continued to glance over the journal, he explained, “A great deal has to be taken into account when you examine such things. Languages are, of course, living things, which change over time. Old Ponish evolved into Middle Ponish as it mixed with other languages, then Modern Ponish as it mixed further, and as it did so, spellings changed and consonantal shifts formed. And that ignores the fact that early Equestrian settlements were divided as much by language as they were by distance.”

“Indeed, many ponies in the higher echelons of society needed to be multilingual.” Luna smiled as she admitted, “One advantage of this modern world is the welcome addition of the common language of Modern Ponish. Assuming one speaks clearly, one is likely to be easily understood. Something which, thankfully, took root in our early reign.”

“And if Cattail is correct and these are all from one hoof, then the hoofwriting will show signs of evolution over time, becoming smoother and less rough with practice.” Sacred Writ briefly turned back and noted, “As I said, this may take some time, so if anypony wishes to leave, they may do so.” After a few seconds of waiting, he nodded, then resumed his work.

His audience watched and waited in silence as minutes went by and the scholar examined each journal, carefully going over every word on every page from cover to cover. Even Twilight found herself a little bored by the experience, and perked up once Sacred Writ finished his examination of the final volume.

“Let me start by saying this needs to be reviewed and cross-examined, but…” The scholar turned to face the gathered ponies, his gaze on Cattail and Princess Luna in particular, and said, “Given what I’ve seen, both in what went into making the journals and their contents, I’m inclined to believe their authenticity.” At Twilight’s gasp, he turned to her and added, “There are details in them that are not only internally consistent, but read as those written by an actual pony, particularly from the author’s youth.” He gestured to the mask, also present on the desk and wrapped in its own additional layer of plastic. “I’m afraid I can’t do much to verify the mask, however.”

“Ah didn’t think so. Ah just brought it with me because Ah didn’t want to risk it getting misplaced, or stolen.” Cattail retrieved the mask and said, “Thank ya kindly, sir, for helpin’ me bring my family’s history to light.”

“Glad to help sir, now let’s get out of here. I don’t like being in these things longer than I need to be.”

“This is absolutely amazing!” Twilight’s tone was practically euphoric as she emerged, stripped of her clean room garments and thrilled at what had just transpired. “I mean, yes, there’s still peer review and examinations and all of that to come, but still! What we’ve uncovered is going to rewrite the history books!” She then caught herself. “Sorry, I mean…”

Luna and Cattail laughed, clearly not offended by her enthusiasm. “Don’t worry, Princess. Ah’m just glad the facts are getting out there. Thank you, both of you, for helpin’ bring my family’s history to light.”

“Indeed.” In comparison to the rest of the ponies present, Ivory Tower was decidedly cold and aloof as she made her way to depart. “If you will excuse me, your Highnesses, I will need to report this to the rest of the EEA. It seems we’re going to have to go back to the publishers. Again.”

As the mare departed, Sour Sweet snorted. “Ain’t she a ray of sunshine.”

Fluttershy turned to the freckled mare in surprise. “Sour Sweet! That’s not a very nice thing to say!”

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t change the facts much.” The soldier tipped her head towards the journals. “I can understand wanting to authenticate these things, but the way she acted? It’s like she just assumed they were fakes when she came in. And now she’s pouting like a spoiled brat because she didn’t get her way.” She turned to the two princesses and added, “Call me paranoid, but something tells me this isn’t the last we’re going to see of her or her organization.”

Twilight frowned. “Maybe. Still…” She shook her head. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” She then turned to Cattail and asked, “Now, I know that the work needed to authenticate these is still ongoing, but is there any way I can make copies of the journals? I’m researching a project of my own, and these could be a valuable resource.”

“Ah don’t mind you makin’ copies of the journals, ma’am, just so long as you don’t take the originals by mistake.” He carefully held up the case containing his ancestor’s mask and added, “Maybe that’ll explain what caused the mask to react to your friend the way it did.”

“Yeah, that was strange.” Twilight then turned to Luna and asked, “Though all of this does raise a question. Why did they think Mage Meadowbrook was an eastern unicorn?”

“As your assistant noted earlier, her story was likely conflated with that of her contemporaries, among whom were several eastern unicorns. Jasmine Flower and Mistmane are both likely candidates.” The Princess of the Night smiled encouragingly. “The journals will likely help to shed light on that mystery, and I will continue my own researches. Should I find anything I think will aid you in your efforts, I shall inform you immediately.”

“Thank you, that…” Luna’s words clicked in the young princess’s head, and Twilight exclaimed, “Wait, Mistmane was real too?! And you knew her?!”

Fluttershy giggled as Sour Sweet rolled her eyes and laughed, both fully aware that this was just the beginning.

Stygian was afraid. Basso Profundo, whatever sort of creature he was, seemed polite and cultured, but something about him gave an aura of menace and danger. He needed to find out more, try to glean more information.

Alas, he had very little to go on. Basso’s word choice, however, did provide a clue about where to start, and Stygian combed through his library for every tome he had on sapient creatures native to the seas, or sapient creatures period. What little he knew led him to conclude that seaponies were off the list, but perhaps Basso was part of the same family of creatures?

The one tome he had that he felt could provide him the best answers was written by a pony whom Stygian had never met, but whose word was legend. Star Swirl the Bearded, one of the most experienced and gifted mages of the time. It was said that he had traveled further than anypony, encountered more creatures and crafted more spells than any other sorcerer. Stygian considered him a hero, his word sacrosanct, and as he opened the tome and went directly to aquatic creatures, he found something similar to Basso Profundo within.

“Of all the creatures native to the seas, the kelpie is the most enigmatic and alluring. Gifted in song and beauty, they are as capable of good or evil as the average pony. Treat them with respect, for their magic is strongest in their voices, and with the right song, they can command multitudes.”

The illustrations were close, but not exact. Basso Profundo looked like a far more vicious and animalistic kelpie than what was described. Still, this was perhaps the closest he had. Perhaps a return trip to the shore? Basso might be willing to answer some questions…

That was when Stygian heard the odd sounds from outside his home. He looked outside his windows to see the early morning sky becoming distorted with an eerie red aurora, one not normal for this time of year. The sound itself was loud, not exactly high but not low either, and hauntingly melodic. What few ponies he saw outside his window found themselves drawn in one direction, towards the coastline.

Stygian was many things, and foolish was not among them. He had some beeswax at hoof, the remnants of earlier studies, and stuffed it into his ears as best he could before he stepped outside of his door. The sound was all but gone, but the aurora was still present in the sky. He followed it and the other villages at a distance to the overlook at the edge of town, and what he saw made his blood run cold.

In the valley below was a growing number of townsfolk. Most were fighting among themselves, but a slowly growing number were standing transfixed, their eyes blank as though they were under an enchantment. All around them swirled an aura of magic, sickly green in glow and swirling skyward. And floating high above, collecting that aura and drawing it into the gemstone upon his breast, was the source of the apparent singing was Basso Profundo, eyes closed but an expression of greed upon his face.

Stygian immediately dashed back to his home. Whatever sort of creature he was, Basso Profundo was definitely not benevolent. His village, perhaps even all of Equestria, was in danger, and Stygian was in no position to face him. This might well have even…

No. This was not his fault. Anypony could have led Basso to the village. It was only Stygian’s bad luck that it happened to be him.

Or was it? He was no hero, merely an amateur scholar. And there was a chance, however slim, that Stygian might well be the one lucky pony in a position to do something about it. Again, he was no hero…but he knew stories of ponies who were.

He only hoped that he could find them in time.

Ivory Tower briskly made her way out of the museum, her sight focused on the path ahead of her as she exited the building and climbed into the carriage that awaited her. She secured the door behind her, then pulled a large briefcase out. There was nothing outstanding about it, aside from the unique lock. Rather than a key or a combination, this one required something different to unlock it – the tip of a unicorn’s horn, and the specific thaumic signature of a specific pony. Namely, herself.

She inserted the tip of her horn into the locking mechanism with her magic active, opened the case and pulled out a small notepad and fountain pen, ink at the ready. The invention was relatively new to Equestria, and would eventually find its way onto the market. For now, however, its use was reserved for particular individuals, herself among them.

A quick note was written, and then the fountain pen set aside and another, small device retrieved. With a flick of a switch, the note was consumed by magical flame and sent off elsewhere, and both the notepad and device locked away in the suitcase until their next use. Her associates would soon receive it, and with any luck, this matter would be addressed, before anything else occurred ahead of schedule. Harmony would be maintained.

In the meantime, another of her associates needed to be informed of this development, before anything else was discovered.

Author's Note

This chapter draws from both Issue #7 of the Legends of Magic comic series as well as A Health of Information, written by Sammie Crowley and Whitney Wetta, and the real-world version of the Journal of the Two Sisters by Amy Keating Rogers.

The character of Ivory Tower is meant to be the unicorn mare pictured here from the School Daze two-parter.

This was a fun one to write, mostly because of the research I got to do. I like research.

Chapter Five - Beauty in Truth

Sunset Shimmer sighed as she took in the atmosphere at Sugar Cube Corner, a smoothie in her hand and a soft smile on her face as she waited for her friends in their usual booth. Granted, she had to learn to be a morning person, but after nearly three years in the human world, she’d adjusted well enough.

The bell chimed, and she caught sight of Pinkie at the head of the group. The party girl’s enthusiastic wave was returned with a smile and a gentle one, and Sunset quietly waited for her friends to get their usual orders and join her. “Thanks for holding the booth for us, Sunset!”

“Hey, no problem. The sun certainly helped to keep me awake. And thanks again for helping me and Vinyl out on Saturday.”

“No problem! It never hurts to help a friend, especially when they have religious stuff going on.”

Once again, it was the Monday morning before the start of another week of school, and the group of friends started it with drinks and a gathering of strength to survive the week to come. And they’d need it, as the Musical Showcase was on the horizon…though the more immediate problem of midterms was looming closer. For now, however, they could rest and take their minds off of school for one moment…by pestering their friend for gossip.

“So any good news from Twilight?”

Sunset laughed. “No concrete results on her research project yet, Dash, just some promising leads.” She smiled. “And apparently, I have some paternal relatives that I might meet someday too, if they’re up for it.”

“Good for you, sugarcube.” Applejack sipped at her drink. “Give me the choice between more family an’ more money, an’ Ah know which one Ah’ll pick every time.” General murmurs of agreement sounded before the farmgirl prodded, “Anyway, keep us in the loop. Ah’m lookin’ forward to hearin’ more ‘bout this whole Siren story.”

“I’m just hoping that it has a happy ending.” Fluttershy gently held her teacup and studied it as she noted, “Though I am a little surprised that Equestria’s Sirens are different from the ones in our world’s myths. Things have lined up so much already.”

Rarity shrugged. “Well, in their defense darling, there’s already something of a disconnect. Our myths only had one singular Pegasus rather than an entire ethnic group, thestrals are simply the creation of J. K. Rowling, and alicorns are only slightly older than the Harry Potter series thanks to certain eighties animated programs.”

“For the honor of Greyskull!” Pinkie giggled as she dramatically held aloft a tiny straw like a sword.

Sunset rolled her eyes with a smile at her friend’s antics before contemplating her own drink. “Still, I’m a little surprised that there were two recorded incidents in Equestrian history involving Sirens. I knew about the later one, but this early one’s thrown me.”

“Well what happened with the later one?” Dash asked. “I mean, Star Swirl was involved the first time, right? Maybe he used whatever trick the first time to win the second time?”

“If he did, it was solo, and three on one.” Sunset shrugged. “Twilight will keep me in the loop though, don’t worry.”

“Oh, we aren’t worried about that, dear.” Rarity turned to her and asked, “Speaking of loops, have you given any thought to bringing Sparkler and Rose in on the truth?”

“Yeah, but I’m a little surprised that they haven’t come to me about what happened with Crystal Faire yet. You’d think they’d have come to me faster than Photo Finish did.”

“Well, Lyra ain’t tryin’ to pump you fer info yet. Maybe somethin’s holdin’ ‘em back.”

“Maybe.” She sighed. “I don’t know. It feels kinda wrong to keep them out of the loop, though. I mean, they did help out during that whole incident with the Nightmare.”

“True, but the fewer who do know about all of this, the better.” Rarity offered her friend a smile. “We’ll leave it up to you dear, but whatever your decision, we’ll support you.”

Sunset smiled. “Thanks, Rarity.”

“Well ain’t that a bonnie sight.” Rockhoof’s tone was clearly approving as the group approached the ornate greenhouses that had been set up on the road leading to the new capital. “A wee bit fancy for my taste, but still, nice enough.”

Flash Magnus grinned. “Mistmane must have picked up a thing or two from the Cloudsdale pegasi when she made this. We practically invented greenhouses. We needed to when one of the old Commanders wanted cucumbers year-round.”

Somnambula sighed in approval. “Given how cucumbers taste, I can understand his desire for them.”

As much as Stygian was eager for the quest to continue, he was glad that the group was working together so well with each new member. Rockhoof and Magnus had kept their bickering to a friendly level, and between Somnambula’s bright outlook and Meadowbrook’s skills as a cook, the group’s mood had remained positive. He only hoped that Mistmane would mesh well with them, but as he looked into the greenhouse, it appeared dark and abandoned. “Lady Mistmane?” He knocked upon the door with one hoof. “Lady Mistmane, may we speak with you?”

“Is it possible that she could be somewhere else?” Meadowbrook approached and explained, “From what Ah’ve heard of Mistmane, she does enjoy travelin’.”

The scholar considered the doors. “As plausible as that seems, I think something might be wrong.”

As the healer examined the doors, she realized what Stygian meant. “Oh my stars, Ah think Ah see what you mean! The doors are locked and chained from inside the greenhouse!”

“Well, she is a unicorn.” Flash Magnus looked among the group and offered, “Maybe she locked them from the inside as extra security?”

“That’s possible, but not likely. Especially given the chains.” Stygian turned to the rest of the group. “Besides, this is a greenhouse. If someone wished to break in and steal something then they would shatter the glass. I think Mistmane might be inside, held hostage by something.”

The party looked among themselves before Flash Magnus stepped up. “Alright then, Stygian. Do you have a plan?”

“I think so, yes. Flash, fly overhead and see if there’s an open skylight or some sort.” The pegasus stallion nodded and took wing as Stygian turned to the two mares among them. “Somnambula, can you encircle the greenhouse and see about any further entrances on ground level? I’d rather we not smash our way in if we can avoid it.”

The mare smiled. “This is easily accomplished.”

He then turned to Meadowbrook. “There aren’t many options for what could be holding Mistmane at bay, Meadowbrook. Can you check your stores and see about any potions that could help against her captors?”

“Ah might have somethin’, but Ah can’t guarantee anythin’.”

“Please, do what you can.” As Meadowbrook moved to the side, Stygian then turned to the last of their number. “Rockhoof, let’s take a look at this door and try to deal with those chains.”

“Aye lad!” The two stallions approached the door and examined it. “Now, from the way this door’s built, I’d say that the doors can open inwards and outwards. Rather unusual, but then again, we don’t have greenhouses where I come from.”

“And this would likely ease her getting in and out regardless.”

Rockhoof nodded at his friend’s assessment. “So with a strong enough push, I might be able to snap those chains right off and let us inside!”

Stygian frowned. The brute force approach might work. “We’ll hold that in reserve in case…”

A loud BANG interrupted his thoughts, and further sounds of blunt impact caught the scholar’s attention before Somnambula returned with a semi-conscious Magnus in her hooves. “I found him on the other side of the greenhouse! Either he hit something really hard, or something hit him!”

“Well then, that settles it!” Rockhoof turned. “Brute force then!”

As Rockhoof reared back, the door actually opened inwards behind him. The rest of the party hardly had time to react before the mighty stallion’s hooves hit thin air and knocked him off balance, only for the door to slam shut directly against his hindquarters and push him away by several inches.

The mighty stallion snorted in disapproval. “Something ain’t right about this greenhouse. Maybe Mistmane attracted a spirit, something terrible and vengeful from the other side.”

Stygian could see vines curling about inside the greenhouse, and pondered aloud, “That’s one possibility.”

Meadowbrook appeared to be of similar mind, but spoke her mind very loudly. “Then Ah’m afraid we won’t be visitin’ this greenhouse today! Which, Ah must declare, is a terrible, terrible shame, given the beauty of the plants outside! Why, Ah’d wager those inside are a class onto their own!”

While Rockhoof gave the mare a perplexed look, Somnambula seemed to catch on. “Indeed! For if the grandeur out here is any sign, then the plants within must truly be living works of art!”

“Why is everyone talking loudly?” Flash was back on his hooves, but still dazed from his collision.

To his credit, Stygian had caught on. “And further, we had a delivery for Mistmane! We cannot simply leave it outside, lest it be stolen by bandits!”

“Indeed! Ah was tasked with bringing this fantastic growth potion!” Meadowbrook had already found one weedy-looking plant and produced a tiny bottle from her bags. “Though if we can’t leave it, then perhaps Ah should demonstrate its potency! So that she knows to get back to me!”

The scholar smiled. “I agree! It’s only good sense!”

One tiny drop, and the weedy vine suddenly surged with growth until it was as wide as any of them were long and taller than Rockhoof.

“Very impressive!” Stygian’s attention was fixed on the vine as he continued, “Now if only we had an open door…”

The sound of a heavy lock and chain being undone sounded, and the door swung open. Stygian and the two mares shared smiles of victory even as the remaining stallions watched with horror.

“Rockhoof, that wasn’t some concussion-based hallucination, was it?”

“Nay, Magnus, that actually happened.” The mighty stallion seemed paler as the group approached. “And I won’t deny, I’ve got chills running down my spine right now.”

The glowpaz on her necklace shone as the group ventured into the dark, and Somnambula led the way as Stygian called, “Now stay close, everypony. We need to find a desk of some sort, somewhere that we can safely place the potion where Mistmane can find it.”

“And hopefully leave so that we can find her and…”

“Flash Magnus, you dolt!”

The door to the greenhouse slammed shut as plants started wrapping themselves around the door handles. Magnus barely had a moment to realize his mistake before the vines shot forth to attack the party.

“They’re after the potion!” Meadowbrook cried out.

“And the rest of us!” Rockhoof, despite his bulk, was a bit too fast for the vines. “Stygian, that one big bulb there at the other side of the greenhouse! Glowin’ with light from within! That look big enough to hold a pony to you?!”

“Yes!”

“Wait, you’re not saying these plants eat ponies, do you?!” Magnus saw one particularly large bulb heading right for him and did his best to hold it off with his shield.

“Don’t jump to conclusions!” Rockhoof took up his shovel and jammed it into the gap in the bulb, a gap that brought to mind lips on a particularly large mouth. “Stygian, a little magical push would help!”

“Move fast!” Meadowbrook’s bag slipped from her grip as the vines dug through it. “They have the potion!”

The scholar lent his magic to his friend’s effort, and the bulb opened just enough for a brilliant light to issue forth from within. The bulb opened the rest of the way to reveal an ancient-looking mare, wrinkled and garbed in soft fabrics styled from a faraway land, with her long mane trailing behind her like mist. Despite her predicament, her mood was calm as she smiled upon her guests.

“Hello everypony. I am Mistmane, and I am glad that you have arrived at last.”

The morning sun was rising over Canterlot as Rainbow Dash sped through the skies towards the castle grounds. Ignoring the fact that she was in her element, the prismatic pegasus was over the moon with excitement and couldn’t wait to meet up with Twilight. Best case scenario, they’d be able to share their respective awesome bits of news with each other. Worst case…well, her news was awesome enough for both of them.

“Excuse me!” Much to her surprise, the mare slowed to a halt to find a mare in Royal Guard armor in the air beside her. The mare stopped and turned to face her. “Mind identifying yourself, miss?”

“Wha-?” Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “You know, I’m all for you guys taking your job seriously, but I’d think you guys would know who I am.”

“For all I know, you’re a changeling in disguise.” She gestured to the ground below and pointed out, “We’ve already had one pony show up this morning unannounced, and I’d rather not take any chances.”

Dash barely had a second to look before she saw a familiar pink pony surrounded by Royal Guards enthusiastically wave and shout, “HI RAINBOW DASH!” She sighed, then turned to the Guard. “Hit the dirt?”

“Please.”

The two pegasi landed as the remaining guards approached with their unexpected guest in tow. “Rainbow Dash. Bearer of the Element of Loyalty, born in Cloudsdale, first and so far only pony to pull off a Sonic Rainboom in centuries.”

“Dashie, you’re not doing it right!” Pinkie Pie bounded up and explained, “All that stuff is something anypony could look up in a library! You gotta tell her something secret, something…!”

The Guardsmare cleared her throat to prompt the pink mare’s silence, then turned to Dash. “Name three ponies who were part of your course at Wonderbolt Academy.”

“Thunderlane, Bulk Biceps, and Cloudchaser.”

“And the officer who oversaw your written exam for the Wonderbolt Reserves?”

“Whiplash.”

“And the flavor of pie that you saved for Soarin at the Grand Galloping Gala last year?”

“Apple.”

The Guardsmare smiled, then turned to her subordinates. “They’re clean. I’ll take it from here.” The others guards gave a brief salute, then went on their way. “Sorry about that. Other guards might let security get lax, but not me.” She slipped off her helmet. “First Lieutenant Indigo Zap. It’s an honor to meet the both of you.”

“Aw, thanks!” Pinkie noticed the puzzled look on her friend’s face. “Dashie? Rainbow Dash?”

“Oh, sorry.” Dash turned to the Guardsmare and explained, “You just look familiar to me is all.”

“Like somepony named Lightning Dust?”

“Hey, yeah…!” Her eyes went wide, and she groaned. “Oh no, don’t tell me! You two are cousins, aren’t you?”

The Guardsmare laughed. “Heck no. Sisters.” She then grinned. “And don’t worry. Dusty had what happened to her coming.” The mood now relaxed, Zap then ventured, “I’m guessing that the two of you are here to check in on Princess Twilight and her little research project?”

“Uh-huh!” Pinkie bobbed her head up and down excitedly.

“Alright then. Odds are she’s still having breakfast with the rest of the team and the Royal Sisters, but we might get lucky and they’ll be done by the time we get to them. Follow me.”

“Oooh, before we do that!” Pinkie turned to her friend and asked, “How’d the test go? Did you pass?”

Rainbow Dash’s written examination to get into the Wonderbolts had been a major topic in Ponyville for some time, especially after the community had come together to help her to study for the test. The young mare wasn’t the most studious, but after a suggestion from a visiting member of the Royal Guard had pointed out that she was exceptionally attentive when flying, that talent had been taken advantage of to help Rainbow Dash to pick up every bit of information that she’d need for the test, and then some.

The prismatic Pegasus grinned and declared, “I aced it!”

Pinkie’s expression went from eager to ecstatic so fast that it practically broke the sound barrier. “WHOO-HOO! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!” As the other two ponies rubbed their hooves in their ears, the party pony produced something from nowhere. “And I got you something to celebrate! Surprise!”

“Oh, hey! A pie!” The confection found itself in Rainbow Dash’s hooves. “Thanks, Pinkie, I… Hey, what’s that?!”

Pinkie’s gaze spun about to the far horizon behind her, and Dash chucked the pie away as far as she could. The prismatic pegasus then made several dramatic ‘nom-nom-nom’ sounds and felt her mane rustle as Pinkie turned her attention back to her. “What was what?”

“Thought I saw something. Don’t worry about it.” Dash then made a fake swallowing motion. “Now let’s go…”

“Ahem.” The pair then turned to find Indigo Zap standing beside them, the discarded pie in her hooves as she hovered above them. “I don’t suppose there’s a good explanation for you tossing away a perfectly good pie, is there?”

Pinkie let out a scandalized gasp, then turned to her friend. “Rainbow Dash! You don’t like my pies?!”

“No!” At her friend’s expression, she whimpered and explained, “It’s not that I don’t like your pies, Pinkie. I just don’t like pies in general.” She then tried to be reassuring. “Lots of other ponies did though! Tank loves ‘em, too! He can’t…!”

“Oh no! Don’t you try to distract me!” She gave her friend a pleading look and asked, “If you didn’t like my pies, then why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I mean, I remember the last time you thought that nobody liked something you did and…”

Pinkie Pie sighed. “Dashie! You could’ve just sat me down and explained what was going on in the first place! Sheesh, what is this, some cheap comedy that relies on nopony talking to each other?”

Indigo gave the party pony a dry expression. “No, it’s real life.” As Pinkie rolled her eyes in the direction of the fourth wall, the Guardsmare explained, “Still, she’s not wrong.”

Dash groaned, then turned to her friend. “Sorry Pinkie.”

The party pony pouted for a precious picosecond, then took her friend into a hug. “It’s okay, Dashie. I just wish you’d said something sooner. I’d have made you cakes instead.” She then turned to Indigo and asked, “What about you? You can have the pie if you want it.”

“Not while I’m on duty, sorry.” She then eyed the pie and grinned. “But I think I know a way around that.”

Stygian momentarily found himself speechless, but quickly recovered. “Arrived at…? You mean, you knew we were coming?”

“Indeed. My plants could sense that something was amiss.” Mistmane stepped out of the opened bulb with as much worry as a foal stepping from one cobblestone to another. “I fear that is why you had so much trouble. They worry for me, you see.” She then cleared her throat and shouted, “Every plant! Stop at once!” The assorted plants throughout the greenhouse ceased, much to the relief of the ponies they had ensnared. “This is not how we treat our guests! Now, kindly release them, and return whatever you might have taken from them!”

The plants did as told. Meadowbrook was the first to be released, with one vine daintily setting her potion down before her, while Flash Magnus and Somnambula swiftly followed. All three were visibly relieved and awestruck at their savior. “Thank you,” the earth pony mare said as she collected her potion, then turned to Mistmane and said, “Ah am much obliged to you.”

The wizened mare smiled and accepted the healer’s thanks with a nod, then looked up to address her menagerie. “Now then, I appreciate your concern for my safety, but trapping me in here is hardly going to do any good for me, you, or anypony outside. If this danger you sensed is indeed dire enough for you to even consider such actions, then I simply cannot stand idly by and allow it to act unimpeded. I seek to help bring beauty into this world, after all, and I can’t do that if I’m locked away.” She gently cupped one small flower in her hoof as she noted, “I might even find you some new homes if I have the chance. As safe as it is here, do you really want to be here in this greenhouse, rather than out in the world?”

Many of the plants drooped slightly, as though they were apologetic, and receded into other corners of the greenhouse.

That prompted a sigh from Mistmane, and her gaze swept over the group. “I do apologize for the poor reception. And I hope that what brought you here, and what my plants sensed, are one in the same. Otherwise, we might be in even greater trouble than it seems.”

“I hope so as well, Lady Mistmane.”

The wizened mare laughed at Stygian’s words. “There’s no need for such formalities. Despite what stories you might have been told, I am nopony special.”

“Given you speak with and command plants, I would argue otherwise.” Flash Magnus uneasily eyed one of the pony-sized bulbs. “How are you able to do that, anyway? Some sort of Eastern magic?”

“No, I merely pay close attention. I can feel the world is holding its breath, as though something of great import is on the immediate horizon.” She turned to Stygian and asked, “Regardless, I assume that you have brought everypony together?”

“Yes, and you’re right, there is a danger on the horizon.”

“Then let’s not waste any time.” Mistmane opened the doors to her greenhouse with her magic, and led the group out. “Is there anypony else you seek to collect before we continue further?”

“Yes, one more pony. Star Swirl the Bearded.”

“Star Swirl?” Rockhoof looked at his friend in amazement. “The mentor to Clover the Clever? Advisor to King Bullion and Princess Platinum?”

Stygian nodded. “And now to the Royal Sisters. He’s likely with them.”

Mistmane laughed. “You’re right, but I doubt that he’s exactly where you think he is. Fortunately, he’s not too far away.”

Within the castle itself, the research team found itself gathered for what they hoped would be a pleasant start to the day, settled around a table for breakfast.

Twilight giggled like a schoolfilly as she looked at her breakfast. “Oh, this brings back so many memories!” Before her was a stack of pancakes, lovingly decorated with whipped cream and fruit so that a smiling face was upon it.

“For me, too.” Celestia was seated beside her protégé at the head of the table, Luna at the opposite end, with the rest of the research team ringed about the table itself. “Though it’s been a while since I’ve made so much for so many. Usually it’s just me and Luna in the mornings.”

“You made these yourself, ma’am?” At his sovereign’s nod, Flash Sentry smiled. “Wow. No offense, but I’d think you’d leave this for somepony else.”

“I could, but that’s horribly impersonal.” She grinned and admitted, “And not nearly as much fun. Anyway, dig in everypony.” As syrup was provided for all those who wanted it, Celestia turned to Twilight and prodded, “Now then Twilight, where to from here?”

“Well, I think the best course of action at this point would be to go with the documents that we know are not only legitimate, but also contain information that could corroborate with what we’ve found in Star Swirl’s study. Namely, Meadowbrook’s journals.” Twilight turned to Sunburst and suggested, “If we’re lucky, we can build from that, and maybe find something to work from.”

The bespectacled unicorn nodded. “That’s probably the best we can do. I just hope…”

Attention was claimed as a throat was cleared at the entrance to the entrance to the small dining room, Kibitz at the door. “Apologies, your Highness, however…”

“However, I feel that this cannot wait.” Into the room strode a tall, slender stallion, light grey in color with a slightly greasy-looking black mane slicked back out of his eyes and short beard, clad in collar and long tunic that concealed much of his torso. Over his front was a sash with a medallion upon it, marked by an emblem that Twilight instantly recognized. “My apologies for barging in.”

Celestia frowned, then nodded to Kibitz. The aide stepped out of sight, and she turned to address the newcomer. “Chancellor Neighsay. To what do I owe this impromptu meeting?”

“I merely wished to take a moment to express some concerns I’ve had with activities taken by yourself and Princess Luna of late.” He then turned to the latter royal and explained, “Ivory Tower has informed me of your recent visit to Neigh Orleans and the results thereof. While I am appreciative of the information you’ve brought to light, I must question your methods.”

Luna was decidedly less patient than her sister as she scowled at the academic. Nonetheless, she kept an even tone as she explained, “Had it not been for my methods, the information may not have come to light at all. And regardless, I was aiding Princess Twilight.”

“Regardless, this sort of research is best left to proper academic scholars. Your time and effort is best kept to your duties.”

The scowl deepened, and Luna rose from her seat. “Do excuse me, dear ones. The night was long and I must retire.” She glared at Neighsay and added, “Besides, I fear that I have lost my appetite.”

Neighsay’s gaze followed her out before he turned his attention to the third princess in the room. “Princess Twilight Sparkle. I don’t begrudge you for your research efforts, nor do I discourage them, whatever they may be. The debt that Equestria owes to you and your fellow Bearers cannot be understated. However, where you are currently without portfolio or governmental duties, each of your fellow Princesses have responsibilities, ones which you shouldn’t be drawing them away from. Important things such as national security shouldn’t be neglected for idle research projects.”

Twilight took a second to wipe her mouth with a napkin before she answered. “With all due respect, Chancellor, I am well aware of my duties, as well as those of my fellow princesses. And nopony’s responsibilities are being neglected in favor of idle research.”

The chancellor considered her for a moment. “Very well, but kindly remember that all scholars can find themselves going down rabbit warrens seeking information that cannot be found. It’s not a wise idea to waste time on something that may never produce anything of value.” He then turned to Celestia and noted, “I will see you again this afternoon, ma’am. Good day to you.”

Once the chancellor departed, Celestia managed an aggrieved sigh. “I’m sorry that you all saw that. Chancellor Neighsay is, to put it politely, very conservative in his views regarding duty and obligations. He takes his as head of the EEA quite seriously, which is good, but he tends to frown on others acting outside their areas of expertise, so to speak. And that puts aside his lack of flexibility.”

“In his defense, he is operating with incomplete information.” Heads turned to Sunny Flare, who looked about. “Well, I doubt that he’s aware of what we’re hoping to find. I’d certainly consider the origins of the Tree of Harmony and the Elements to be vital to national security.”

“Considering they played a role in stopping three major crises in the last year, most would be inclined to agree with you.” Twilight turned to Celestia and admitted, “And I don’t think that’s the only thing he’s wrong about. I mean, you’ve told me about research projects that have stalled, and I haven’t heard anything different about them.”

“Unfortunately, neither have I.” The elder alicorn gave an encouraging smile to her protégé. “Still, what seems without value to one individual can mean everything in the world to another. And adding to knowledge, helping us to learn about our history, is anything but idle research. So don’t let some stuffy old academic discourage you. You’ve overcome greater challenges than him.”

Twilight smiled. “Thank you, Celestia.”

Kibitz chose that moment to return. “Guests to see you, ma’am. Associates of Princess Twilight. Shall I prepare seats for them?”

“Of course, Kibitz.” Celestia’s surprise turned to delight as Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie stepped into the room. “Good morning. Come to aid Twilight in her research?”

“That’s what we’re hoping for, assuming she hasn’t already got it licked.” Kibitz barely moved Luna’s abandoned meal out of Pinkie’s reach before Rainbow Dash asked, “So, any good news?”

Twilight shared a grin with Flash Sentry. “Actually, we do have something. And you’re going to be floored by it.”

“My stars.” Stygian looked up awestruck at the sight before him, a sentiment shared by most of his compatriots. “This is a beautiful castle.”

“Mark mah words, one day, there’ll be a bustlin’ city all ‘round this castle.” Meadowbrook smiled at the thought. “Thrivin’ businesses, growin’ families…”

Rockhoof was similarly smiling. “The sort’ve place that can bring us all together an’ unite us. A shining city on a hill.”

Flash Magnus snorted. “Pegasi will always have some independence, mark my words.” Cultural pride gave way to some pleasure as he admitted, “Still, this is a worthy sight. Strong foundations at least.”

“I only hope there are no gigantic snakes about.” Somnambula turned to the newest of their number and asked, “Are there?”

Mistmane quietly chuckled. “No. Now come along, Star Swirl should be in the castle gardens.” The wizened mare led the group along the castle grounds as she explained, “He likes to go there to be alone with his thoughts. I can understand, but it did complicate completing them in secret.”

The group reached an archway, the cobblestone path ahead leading into an area of lush greens. Within was a stallion that instantly caught Stygian’s attention. Clad in a bell-laden cloak and hat, his mane and tail white as a sheet, was the very pony they sought. “Star Swirl the Bearded. The greatest conjuror of our era, and there he is, naught but a few yards away.”

“Then why don’t you go and speak with him?”

The scholar shot the wizened mare a shocked expression. “Me?! But I…” At her encouraging smile, he nodded, screwed up his courage, and stepped into the gardens.

Near the center of the garden, scroll and writing implements floating before him, Star Swirl was jotting away, clearly trying to work through a spell. “From one to another, another to one. A mark of one’s…purpose? No, no, that won’t do…”

“Excuse me? Star Swirl the Bearded?”

The sorcerer let out a groan. “Simply Star Swirl is fine.” He turned to face Stygian, and raised an eyebrow. “Young pony, if you’re simply here to waste my time, kindly leave and waste yours elsewhere. I barely get a moment away from two moody teenagers whom I am attempting to mold into the rulers of this realm that I know they are able to be, and this spell is giving me far more trouble than it should.”

“Right, my apologies, but… I need your help.” The scholar straightened himself as best he could and explained, “My name is Stygian, and I come from the western coast. My home is under attack from a creature that came from the sea, a being of great magical power that I’ve come to call a Siren.”

The sorcerer snorted. “Not the most imaginative of names.”

“It seemed most appropriate. He has attributes like those of the kelpies that you’ve written of, particularly his hypnotic magic and vocal talents, but…”

“Wait, you’ve read my works?” At Stygian’s nod, Star Swirl probed, “What else of mine have you read?”

“Your chronicles of the great heroes of Equestria. Though, forgive me, but I think perhaps you weren’t quite accurate when you depicted them.”

Star Swirl’s expression was both annoyed and curious. “And by what grounds do you believe this?”

“By the grounds that he’s met us.” Star Swirl turned and goggled at the gathered ponies as they entered the garden, Rockhoof in the lead. “Apologies, Stygian, but you and I both know that time isn’t a luxury right now.”

“Of course.” Stygian gestured. “Star Swirl the Bearded, meet the very heroes whom you wrote of. I asked for their aid as well as yours. Will you join us? Please?”

Second Chance Silver was, on the exterior, a nondescript building. Those who ventured inside, however, found themselves impressed at both its wares and its proprietor. The shelves were filled with antiques and rare finds of one variety or another, and many ponies found themselves wandering about just taking it in, especially after Twilight Sparkle’s ascension and crowning helped attract attention. A few even wondered if the establishment was bigger on the inside than the out, given how much it seemed to hold…

As for the proprietor, Sterling Silver was one of the more curious residents of Ponyville. A stallion of wealth, his family had come to Ponyville early in its history both for the atmosphere and to invest in the town’s newborn industries. Other members of his family looked after their collective wealth, however, which left him with his own little corner of the family’s businesses to look after. The shop was, compared to what the rest of the family looked after, a hobby. That said, business was light and he had competent employees, which left him plenty of time to look after his young daughter. Still, he wasn’t afraid to mind the store, especially when it allowed him to repay a debt.

The door chimed, and Sterling looked up to the door. “Quiver Quill. I thought you worked on Mondays.”

“I do, but they had too little work and too many ponies, so I got voluntary time off.” The young stallion approached. “I figured I’d stop by and take a look around.”

“Well, you chose a good day to do so.” The elder stallion beckoned for the other to follow, and led him to a set of bookshelves. “We just received some new product, including a selection of books. I’m a little surprised that Princess Twilight hasn’t come to take a look herself.”

“Well, she’s been in Canterlot on business since yesterday morning.” Quiver looked over the various volumes as he elaborated, “Research project.”

“I assume this has something to do with what Silver visited Golden Oak Library about last Wednesday?”

Quiver nodded. “How’d that parent teacher conference go, by the way?”

“I’m happy to say very well. Silver’s grades are good, and she’s kept her nose clean. I think you’ve been a good influence on her and Diamond Tiara.”

The young stallion smirked. “I didn’t do anything special.” His eyes landed on an ancient-looking volume, and he gently plucked it from the shelf. “Hello.”

Sterling frowned. “Terrible shame about its condition. That book has clearly had some hard wear to it.”

“I’ve seen worse. My father kept a lot of old books in our attic. Then one summer, some squirrels got in.” The other stallion winced as Quiver carefully opened the book and went through the pages. “Dad wasn’t happy about it. Lots of trashed books left behind. And three guesses who had to clean up the mess.”

The elder stallion raised an eyebrow. “I would think that would be a job for a professional.”

“You’ve never met my father. Any job worth having done was worth dropping onto my back, especially if it saved money.” Quiver’s eyes went wide as he examined the text. “Where did you get this again?”

“This shipment came in a little while ago. I acquired them through an estate sale. Why?”

“Take a look.” Quiver turned the book around. “That looks like Old Ponish to me. I don’t remember a lot of books being published in that language, save for the odd specialty release. New translations of Coltic epics, or that one promotional version of ‘There and Back Again’.”

“Oh yes, I remember. Promotion for the films.” Sterling frowned. “Did you think that romance subplot was gratuitous too, or is that just me?”

“It was, but that was enforced by the studio, so I don’t blame the director or screenwriters.” Quiver flipped through the pages further. “Anyway, those were all put out within the last twenty years, and they included copyright noted and other things. This doesn’t even have a…” In his page-flipping, Quiver stopped and found his eyes resting on an illustration depicting six rings, with each ring encircling an illustration of a pony. The six ponies, in turn, were divided equally between genders and the three main tribes, with one pair each of earth ponies, pegasi and unicorns, with the unicorn stallion in the center ring having an unmistakable image. “Sweet Maker.” He closed the volume and asked, “How much?”

Sterling was caught off-guard by the question, but quickly recovered. “Well, given the condition of the volume and its curious contents, I’m not certain many would…”

“I’ll give you sixty bits for it right now.”

Sterling Silver was many things, but he was no fool. “Right this way.”

Funds were exchanged, and Quiver quickly departed with his purchase. Sterling had barely paid the book any thought, and suspected that few would take much notice of it. Odds were that, with enough time, it would end up in one of his blind buy barrels. That it was out of his mane already was both a surprise and a relief. Still, he had to wonder why Quiver had taken so much interest in it, and why the stallion seemed so eager to pay so much for it.

He shrugged. Perhaps he’d learn the answer someday.

Author's Note

And here we go, time to head into the climax.

This chapter incorporates the last bits of A Royal Problem (written by Joanna Lewis and Kristine Songco) and what little I plan on incorporating from Secrets and Pies (written by Josh Hamilton), as well as a tiny bit of Uncommon Bond (written by Josh Haber and Kevin Lappin). There's also some small nods to the events of Testing, Testing, 1-2-3 (written by Amy Keating Rogers), though who was responsible for helping speed along Rainbow Dash's training sessions will be revealed with time.

Also, you can safely conclude that the events of Vignettes #19 and #20 have taken place by now.