The episodic adventures of Belle Star-

Ep: 11- A plea for help.

Looking around at your surroundings, you make your way out of the guards' training ground after a quick round of beat the new recruits. It had been several months since you had passed judgment of the ex-lieutenants, Weaver and Blade, the two stuck in an endless loop of basic training. And frankly you had become bored with the chore. The first few rematches had gone as planned, you had entered the 'pit', beat them to an inch of their lives and had sent them back for another period of the worst part of the military that you had imagined. What you hadn't expected was the look of emptiness that had grown in their eyes after the prolonged period of time.

"Auntie Belle." Cadance spoke. "Perhaps your punishment may have been too harsh?"

After your first interaction with the alicorn of love, you had found yourself spending a good portion of your time being followed by the younger princess. At first your relationship with the mare had been spotty at best, what with your conflicting personalities. You would have your occasion outburst, threaten a pony, destroy some piece of the castle, harass the new recruits and Cadance would scold you about your behavior. Only for your back and forth to turn into some kind of therapy session, where the two of you would spend the afternoon looking after your egg while bitching about what was giving you stress. Which for the most part was the idiocy of the local populace.

Apparently no matter where you sat in the royal hierarchy, no princess was immune to the stupidity of their subjects. Not even the ones related to love, you had listed to no less than a hundred different cases of where ponies had almost broken up with one another because someone in the relationship had dreamed that the other was cheating on them with some random stranger. Whereas Cadance had her ears abused by your tales of nobles trying to use yourself to get around Celestia's ruling. At some point down the line, the younger mare had begun to call you Auntie, although it's hard to recall when. It wasn't that you disliked being called an aunt, it was just something that you didn't like to wonder on for too long.

"Normally I would disagree with you, Lové." You said, looking over your shoulder at the pink mare and her totally not-boyfriend Shining Armor. "But I do think that perhaps you might be right. There was no life in those eyes, whatever fire they once had has gone."

"If that's the case, shouldn't you put in an order for them to be released? Let them go home, get some therapy and be done with it?" Shining Armor butted in as he walked alongside Cadance.

You stopped dead in your tracks and quickly turned to the captain. Your eyes narrowed as you stared deep into his soul.

"Perhaps if I was you or Cadance, however I am not." You hissed through your teeth and you drew closer upon the stallion. His brow only meeting your own as he stared up at you.

"They will be removed from basic training, that part of their punishment will be over. However, the other shall remain, if they leave I shall see them behind bars for the rest of their days, if they try to end themselves, they shall be brought back, if they are injured they shall be healed. IF THEY ARE BROKEN!" You catch yourself as your voice begins to raise. A deep breath filling your nostrils as you quickly take in some air, before releasing it out. Extending your arms out like a pegasus flaring their wings, you bring them back. Your claws cupping the sides of the royal guard's muzzle as you soften into a motherly expression. A trick you picked up from watching Celestia. "Then, they shall be fixed."

You watched as both Cadance and Shining Armor backed away from you with a look of horror at your choice of words. The dramatic switch between wrath to false caring sent a visible chill down their spines.

"Put in an order for a trauma therapist to meet with them, when they've finally gained some semblance of will to live again, then have them report to me for personal training." Without another objection, Shining Armor nodded with fear to your order.

"Auntie, isn't that going too far!" Cadance interjected as she pushed herself between her partner and you. "They've already been pushed well past their breaking point."

Letting out a deep sigh, you stand up straight before looking back in the direction of the training hall.

"For one to build, one must destroy, for one to raise, one must fall. As harsh as I might sound, Cadance, if they are to become more then-" Your voice trails off as a vision long past fills your mind.

'A young woman, dressed in ragged camo, laid broken under the bodies of her fellow soldiers, her body sore and beaten as she hid amongst the dead bodies of her comrades. A single knife held in her grasp as she waits for the enemy to get close enough in range for her to strike as she shoves her blade deep into their throat. The roaring storm concealed her movements as she took them out one by one.'

"They were before." You finish saying as you look back to the mare. A single tear ran down your mask as you looked down to your right hand as you expected to see blood, but alas there was none as you clenched your fist. "They will get past it as have I."

Wiping the stray tear from your mask, you continued on to your destination. While you had gone off to deal out the two mares' punishment, you had left the safety of your beloved egg to Celestia as you had started to do during the mornings in order to give the night princess time to rest. You were thankful for your sisters' eagerness to aid you with the nurturing of your own, however as Luna became more and more involved with her old duties of the kingdom, you felt that it would be too much for the mare to handle. What with her policing the dream realm for nightmares and all. A concept that still confused you on a more earthly level.

In your past, nightmares were a usual part of things. It was common for those who were stressed or concerned to have bad dreams that reflected their inner conflicts and struggles. In Equestria however it had been revealed to you that that had not been the case. Nightmares for ponies was like a disease, a parasite that fed off of their greatest fears and if left unchecked, could lead to madness.

Luna had offered to watch over your dreams after having come across one of your times as a soldier in the army, but after explaining to her that it was merely a memory of times long since forgotten, she had accepted your request to leave them be.

~Ep:11~

Making your way passed the long line of petitioners, much of whom glared at you and made objections to you cutting the line. You strolled into the throne room without a care as you proceeded your way up to the solar princess as she let out a sigh of relief.

"Um, excuse me." A tan stallion hollered at you as you went by. "But you're interrupting my talk with the princess."

You glanced back down at the stallion as he continued to yell at you in front of sister. Your ruby glare shutting him up for a brief moment as you gave your attention back to the older mare.

"So what's he wanting?" You asked with a nod in the noble's direction with a raised brow.

Celestia lets out a huff before gesturing you closer to whisper in your ear. "He wants to have royal funds given to him so that he can expand his mansion. He claims that it would benefit the kingdom by allowing more guests to enter his home when he throws his parties."

You look back to the annoyed stallion as he taps his hoof on the ground in impatience before turning back to Celestia. "Your kidding, you want me to take over while you go get something to eat?"

Celestia gives you a tight hug with her wings as she passes you your egg as she quickly teleports away. A quick "thank you" leaving her lips before you seat yourself on the throne.

'A few months back after your episode in the dining hall, you had visited Celestia during her day court to pick up your digi-egg. After hearing part of the conversation between the head of the local orphanage and the solar alicorn about necessary funds needed to repair parts of the orphanage that were in desperate needs of repair, you had hopped in, by suggesting that the funds being used to make the wing to your end of the castle were much better used for the aid of housing the young. Even going as far as to look over the designs of the old building and making suggestions to improve the structure for future use. This turned into you sticking around throughout the day to handle most of the absurd things that Celestia had seemed to have dealt with on a day to day basis. After which, Celestia would request you from time to time to take over long enough for her to take a break and destress.'

"Excuse me, I wasn't done. Where is she going?" The stallion asked through gritted teeth as he glared at you.

"My sister is off to lunch." You say with a sharp tongue as you leered down from upon the throne. "So mister…"

"Golden Coin." Raven said as she leaned over to your ear.

"Thank you Ms Inkwell. Like I was saying Mr Coin, Celestia is off to lunch, so I will be handling this and any other matters." A smirk made its way across your lips as you could see a blood vessel pop on the stallion's head.

"Well, that's just great. Now I will have to start all over again." Golden Coin said in a huff.

"That won't be necessary, because your request is denied." You watch as the stallion gives a double take as his jaw almost hits the ground.

"I beg your pardon?" The stallion stammers in shock at your decision. Not even allowing him to repeat his case.

"The royal funds are to be used for the benefit of all ponies, repairing roads, building schools, processing agricultural advancements for food and research in medicines. Expansion of towns and railways for transport. All of which comes from the pockets of taxpayers. It is not a trust fund for ponies like yourself to avoid paying for luxuries that you do not wish to come out of your own pocket." You said in a stern tone.

"Well if you had been here to listen to what I was telling the princess." You cut him off before he could continue.

"There are four princesses within these walls Coin and you are speaking to one of them!" You raise your voice as you resist the urge to stand up to beat him. Your free claw digging into the gold armrest of the throne chair as the guards to your sides stomp the bottom of their spears into the ground. "Your request has been denied, if you are in need of funds for your personal pet project then take out a loan from the bank. But do not think for a second that we will allow you to abuse the bits given by the ponies of our kingdom for such selfish desires. You're a noble, you stand at the aid of the royal family and we stand at the aid of the people. To give into your greed is to take away from ponies that are in need. Now LEAVE! And do not bother us with such things again." You finish as two guards escort the stallion out.

Taking a deep breath, you give your egg a comforting pat on the shell.

"Now, who's next?" You ask as you watch as a lime green pegasus mare with a cream mane walked up from the line. Her body clothed in a simple brown and black dress.

"Yes, your highness, my name is Cotton Care. I've come here from Manehattan." Cotton Care spoke with a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"And what brings you here from Manehattan today, Ms Cotton?"

"Well, you see. Recently we've been having troubles with a recent dragon that has been popping up near the outskirts of our town. At first it wasn't much of a big deal, it could come by in search for food and be on its way. However recently it has grown in size, we believe it is something known as dragon's greed. After its rapid growth it had become more aggressive and would attack the town when it entered. The local guards have tried to deal with the dragon, however we are unable to deal with the problem. Many families have had to evacuate their homes due to its rampage. I've been sent from the town to request aid." Cotton Care said through a shaky voice as she procented her request. Your brow narrowed as she finished.

"What does this dragon look like?" You asked with a strong gut feeling.

"When it first showed up it was no bigger than a young pony with yellow scales. However, after its dragon's greed, it has grown to the size of some of our buildings." The feeling in your gut tightened as she spoke. "It's scales have turned orange with blue streaks and upon its head is a brown skull with three horns."

Closing your eyes, the mental image of one creature crossed your mind. Although not a threat to a Mega like yourself, the being described was a danger to all that was near it. Before you had let yourself jump to your final conclusion you felt one final question needed to be asked. "Does it have wings?"

With a shake of her head, you got the answer you needed.

"Raven, set up a train headed for Manehattan and get with Captain Armor to select a squad to accompany me. I will personally handle the creature myself while the soldiers handle the relief effort. As for Ms Care here, have a guest room set up for her until you get word that it is safe for her return." You order as she begins to send out scrolls. Turning your attention back to the crowd you stand up from the throne and relay one final order. "For those of you who have come from within Canterlot, I apologize, however day court will be closed for the rest of the day, for those who have come from out of town, speak with Raven Inkwell about possible rooming so that your pleads can be dealt with tomorrow when day court resumes."

Waving for the two guards behind you to follow, you make your way out past the line of ponies who grumble to themselves as you head for the mai. Courtyard. "Inform Celestia of what that mare said and tell her that I'm on my way to deal with it. If she asks while I am not letting her soldiers handle the beast. Then tell her that the creature is known as Greymon, a dragon digimon of the champion level."

Wrapping your egg in your leather coat, you carefully turn to the guard on your right. "Bring my egg to Princess Cadance, tell her to watch over it until Luna has awoken from her sleep and to pass it to her." As the guard goes to reach for your egg, you pull it back for a moment as you lock eyes with the armored stallion. "If even so much as a scratch ends up on its shell, no alicorn in this world will save you from what I will do to you. Do I make myself clear?" With a stern nod, the guard takes your egg and leaves down the hall as you make your way to the train station.
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Author's Note

Tried writing this one from a first person point of view, not sure if I'm gonna have other chapters do this, but I felt like it could make it feel a little more personal for you readers. Let me know?

Edit: Apparently this was 2nd person?