Looking down at the letter in my hand, I couldn't help but let out an exasperated groan as Ghost chuckled heartily next to me. "You have got to be kidding me."

It's been a few days since moving into my new home and since the party Pinkie threw for me and I've gotten surprisingly used to the idea of calling a mansion my home, even if I do still get lost every now and then. That being said, having staff to manage and maintain said mansion is something I've still to get used to as they have a knack for appearing damn near out of nowhere and disappearing just as stealthily. But all in all, I was quite enjoying my new home.

However, not an hour ago, a revelation had reared its rather ugly head. Being that I'm a Paladin and General to the Equestrian army, certain expectations, roles and other such things were unfortunately required of me and one of them was to attend certain events that I'm sure everyone is painfully aware of, which leads me to my current situation.

The girls had all shown up at my house early in the morning while I was in the middle of breakfast toting an ornate letter with them. Said letter contained a personally written invitation to none other than the Grand Galloping Gala. Which was happening the next day.

"Darling, you have been personally invited by the Princesses to attend!" Rarity exclaimed. "How exciting!"

"Oh yes, just riveting," I replied dryly.

"It sounds like ya don't wanna go," Applejack commented as Fluttershy nodded in agreement.

The face I made told them all they needed to know.

"Darling, why wouldn't you want to go? It's the most important event of the year! The height of sophistication!"

"It's the biggest party in Equestria!" Pinkie added excitedly. "I can get soooo many ideas for future parties!"

"It's the place to make dreams come true, dude! I can meet the Wonderbolts face-to-face! Do you have any idea how awesome that is!?" Rainbow Dash exclaimed.

"Not to mention the produce I can sell," Applejack added with an excited grin.

"And the animals I can meet," Fluttershy said meekly.

Looking at Twilight, I raised my eyebrow. "What about you? What're your reasons for going?"

"Well, I was born and raised in Canterlot, so I'm used to events like these," Twilight shrugged. "Plus it'll let me spend a little time with the Princess."

Rubbing my temples, I let out a soft sigh. "Ghost."

"Yes Sir?"

"Any way I can get out of this?"

"Nope."

"Thought not," I mumbled softly. "Rarity?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Do you still have that suit you made me for my coronation?"

Her eyes lit up like the fourth of July. "Oh, you are going to look just magnificent!"

"Perfect. I'll pop by in the morning to pick it up."

"Sounds perfect to me," She grinned widely. "Speaking of, I best be going. Perfection can't make itself!"

With that, the rest of the girls began filing out, leaving just me pinching the bridge of my nose at the mansion entrance. Closing the door behind them, I look at Ghost who seemed to be taking some sort of pleasure from my situation.

"Don't forget Ghost, you're going as well,"

"Oh I know Sir, but watching you squirm was fun."

"Glad you're enjoying my torment." I shook my head with a mirthful smirk. I was glad Ghost seemed to have taken my words to heart. The last month or so, he's certainly opened up and become a bit more playful.

"So what's the plan until the Gala, Sir?"

Rolling my shoulders, I look down at the katana I held tightly within my grasp. "Until then, there's something I need to figure out."

Moving to the front door, I quickly stopped Ghost as he moved to fall in line as usual. "Man the fort Ghost. This is something I need to do myself. Inform the staff I'll be away for the day."

"Yes Sir," He nodded. "When will you be back?"

"I don't know," I replied. "But I don't think I'll be back today."

"No problem Sir," He nodded again. "Stay safe."

"I promise nothing," I smirked before closing the door behind me.

~~

It didn't take long, maybe a couple of hours, and I was back at the bomb site, charred trees, dirt, and pulverised rock and stone surrounding me as it all crunched rather satisfyingly underfoot. A small distance away, I spotted a patch of red and maroon, Damien's remains partially missing except for bone, cartilage and the unwanted pieces of meat and flesh.

Crouching near the discarded pile of the tossed aside carcass, my face scrunched. Kicking dirt over what remained of his corpse, I move to the centre of the decimated clearing. Hefting the katana up, I catch it with both hands and closely inspect the blade, properly taking in its beautifully crafted details.

The deep blue, almost black scabbard held small Japanese etchings along one side, just under where the tassels were tightly wrapped and glued in place with what looked to be a thin wax-like material. But since I couldn't speak Japanese, I couldn't understand what the etchings read.

Moving to the handguard, the gold-on-black flower-like patterns held an almost handmade quality to them, lending itself to the idea the whole blade was painstakingly crafted. Pressing my thumb against the handguard, the blade popped out slightly with a satisfying clink as the golden blade collar shone in the early morning sun.

Sliding the three-and-a-half-foot-long blade out slowly, the shrill ring of cold, hard steel meets my ears in a surprisingly soothing sound as it vibrates the blade once it's pulled fully from the sheath.

As I pulled it out, I could feel something. A connection or a link of some kind, similar to when I summon Venator, but it felt weak, as though it was damaged or broken. It was a weird sensation, identical to the pins and needles you would get when someone gave you a dead arm or when you hit your funny bone but it wasn't physical.

Even the knowledge I gained when arming myself with a new weapon felt disrupted, like a digital download interrupted by a bad connection. The whole thing just felt incomplete.

"It's just one mystery after another, isn't it?" I ask myself, staring down at the perfectly straight blade.

As I stared at the blade, the sheath disappeared, gradually disintegrating into a puff of smoke and blue particles.

"Oooo, neat trick," I nodded, letting my excitement out without worry of anyone seeing me. "Oh, that got me thinking."

Holding out my now free hand, I focus and strain, gritting my teeth slightly as I feel heat begin to gather in my hand. Suddenly, in a plume of smoke and fire, my sword materializes in my hand, accompanied by a sound best described as a revving motorbike. I stumble back in surprise as I let out an excited giggle.

"Ho ho ho, that's awesome!" Flexing my arm, it disappears in a puff of smoke and embers. Flexing again, it reappears. "Oh, that opens up a world of possibilities!"

Flexing one last time, my sword disappears and I shift my attention to the katana in my other hand. Doing the same as I did for my blade, I focus and strain, clenching my hands around the white-wrapped handle. It glows for a fraction of a second before sputtering and growing dim. A sudden headache racks my head as I rub my temples to mitigate it.

I wait it out for a few minutes and the ache is gone fairly quickly. I look down at the blade as I hold it in both hands again, focusing and straining the same as I did before only to result in another headache, this one mildly worse than the last. I go at it for what feels like hours, resulting in me sitting on a nearby charred tree stump, clutching the sides of my head with the heels of my hands lightly pressing against my eyes.

Peering over at the blade partially stabbed into the ground, I chuckled slightly. "Fussy, aren't you? Okay, let's move on to something else."

Standing, I grab the katana and step back out into the centre of the small wasteland, the blackened soil crunching beneath my feet. Holding the sword tight within my grasp, I plant my feet deep into the soil, breathing slowly out of my mouth.

Swinging the blade through the air, I carry through a quick routine, slashing, cutting and stabbing while adding small flourishes. Throughout it, the feeling of pins and needles intensified as I could feel the connection wanting to be established but being prevented by some unseen force. Finishing with a fancy flourish, I sheath the sword with a sigh.

"Okay then, keep your secrets."

I look around me for a moment before shrugging to myself, deciding that, since I have plenty of time on my hands, I'd go for a walk down memory lane for a bit.

The day had come and gone and the Gala was nigh on top of them and Rarity put the last finishing touches on the dresses she painstakingly handmade for her and her friends. Each dress was tailored specifically to match and complement each of its defining characteristics, each one perfectly matching its wearer's unique tastes while still having her own personal touches.

The girls were gathered, dressed and ready to go as the fashionista applied the last of her makeup and as well as helping Spike with his suit.

"Aaaaand there!" Rarity nodded as she readjusted Spikes's bowtie. "That should do it."

"Thanks, Rares," Spike grinned widely as he admired himself in the nearby mirror, slicking back his spines. "Man, I look good."

"Such a handsome young man," Rarity agreed, lightly pinching his cheeks.

"Speakin' of men, where the heck is Percival?" Applejack asked no one in particular.

"Yeah, you'd think the guy would show up for something this important," Rainbow Dash agreed, adjusting the almost Greek-inspired headpiece atop her head.

"He'll show up," Pinkie said excitedly.

"He better," Twilight chimed in, peering at the clock that read quarter past three in the afternoon. "Otherwise the Princesses are going to be rather annoyed."

"Somethin' tells me he ain't exactly worried 'bout that too much," Applejack said.

"Even so, he should be here by now," Rarity added.

Just as the words left her mouth, the group heard a low whistle coming from the front entrance, and as they all turned to face its source, they spotted Percival leaning his recently acquired katana, giving the group a soft nod.

"God damn, you've outdone yourself," He said. "Even with the bomb ass suit you made me Rarity, I can't compete with this."

"It's about time you showed up!" The fashionista exclaimed. "Your suits over there. Now go get ready, the carriage is almost here!"

Shooing him off into the other room, she handed him his suit as the girls giggled, shaking their heads as they waited for him to change. It didn't take long however and Percival walked out dressed in the grey three-piece suit Rarity had made him for his coronation, his hair, which was now several inches long, was slicked and his stubble was shaved clean.

"Well?" He said, giving them a small twirl. "What do we think?"

"You look positively gorgeous Darling!" Rarity beamed while the others looked with wide eyes, not used to him dressing up and more so used to seeing him in either his gear or minimal casual clothing.

"Looking good there big guy," Rainbow Dash nodded appreciatively.

"Must say, ya clean up nicely," Applejack said as Fluttershy nodded quietly in agreement.

"Dayum," Pinkie said simply.

"So when's the carriage-"

Before Percival could finish his sentence, a thud sounded out from outside the boutique, swiftly notifying the group of the arrival of the carriage they so patiently waited for.

"Couldn't have timed that better."

The group laughed at the man's comment as they all filed out of the boutique and out into the streets of Ponyville, quickly spotting the large transport carriage, the chauffeur already stepping down and silently opening the door, bowing as he did. The eight passengers to be stepped up and into the carriage which seemed to be bigger on the inside as Twilight mumbled something about a "spatial displacement spell".

A moment or so later, the carriage shifted and the group felt a small pressure push them slightly into their seats before easing. They giggled in excitement as they lifted off, Percival smiling all the while. For the first few minutes, they spoke amongst themselves as they watched Ponyville slowly grow smaller and smaller, the eagerness becoming palpable.

"So Percival," Applejack said suddenly as she settled for a long flight next to the man. Looking at her, the man hummed at her question. "Where's yer tall friend?"

"My tall friend? Oh, right," He nodded as he realized who she meant. "Ghost's taking a more covert approach tonight. Said his skill set would be better suited to making sure the security detail is up to snuff."

"Fair enough. Just surprised he wasn't with ya," She shrugged. "The guy seemed to be glued to ya by the hip."

"Well, it's his duty," Percival said simply. "As mine is to the country and all of yours is to keeping the balance of harmony, his is be a confidant and protector to me."

"With all the trouble ya get into, I'd say you need it," Rainbow Dash teased.

"Though I have to ask, are all the skull masks really necessary?" Rarity asked.

"Yeah, aren't things like that for Nightmare Night?" Pinkie asked with a giggle.

"Plus...it's scary," Fluttershy added meekly.

"I dunno, I think he looks cool," Spike shrugged.

"You'd have to ask him," Percival replied. "It could be a religious reason, a personal reason, a tactical reason. Or it could have been a joke that stuck. It could be anything. I just don't feel a need or want to know what that reason is."

The group seemed satisfied as they quickly moved on to a new topic, mainly what they would be doing when they got to the party. Occasionally, Percival would spot Rainbow Dash glance at the katana in my hands which gave him a good chuckle. Eventually, after a lingering look, he chuckled outwardly as he looked at the speedster.

"Okay, I know you're itching to see it," He said, hefting it up slightly and onto his knees.

The blue Pegasis woman sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck as her friends laughed a little. Shifting closer, her eyes scanned the sheathed blade, her gaze lingering on the etchings for a moment longer.

"You know what it says?" He asked.

"Yeah, actually I do. I transferred to Japan for a couple years when I was becoming a black belt. I'm not fluent, but I can hold a conversation," She replied, a rather proud grin spreading across her face

"What does it say?"

Tilting her head and squinting slightly, she slowly reads it out

"Yamato?" She mumbled.

The man's face instantly dropped his amused smile in favour of an intent look of surprise, shock and alarm. "Y-Yamato? You're sure?"

The group was taken aback by the sudden change of attitude at the namedrop of the blade in his hands. Stammering slightly, Rainbow Dash looked back down, reading the etchings again to make sure she read them right.

"Y...yeah, I read it right," She said, slightly nervous at the man's sudden shift.

"You know it?" Twilight asked softly.

"It...was wielded by a great and powerful swordsman. Well, he and his brother," Percival replied quietly, his eyes lingering over the blade as he spoke. "What happened to them is unknown."

"Then how'd you get it?" Rainbow Dash asked, shifting forward slightly.

"Is it be related to the news reports of you being attacked at Canterlot?" Twilight inquired.

"Off the record? Yes," He replied quietly. "But if the Princesses haven't told you anything, then I can't say much more."

The group tried to ask further questions but swiftly stopped, seeing that the man was deep in his thoughts, his eyes seemed to glaze over as they stayed glued to the blade resting against his knees. Whatever had caused such a reaction, they thought it would be best to leave him be for now.

Fucking. Yamato.

I was in possession of one of the strongest swords in media. A sword that could summon portals and "cut" through virtually anything, even the fabric of reality, manipulating space and, potentially, time. The blade used by the legendary Vergil, the Alpha and Omega, was now in my hands.

My mind had a rather hard time accepting such an object was mine. My sword and Ace were one thing, but to have such an armament of such power was something else. But what confused me most, was how Damien came to possess it. The implications did not bode well. Regardless, I knew it would be safer in my hands. Best not to think about it too much right now.

Suddenly, I felt the carriage lurch as I felt someone nudge my arm. Looking to my left, I see Applejack looking at me concerned.

"Yall alright sugarcube?" She asked as the girls moved to exit the transportation.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry," I replied.

She squinted her eyes slightly, seemingly not convinced by my words, but seemed to concede anyway. "Alright, if yer sure. But ya know where I am if ya need to talk."

Nodding appreciatively, Spike and I dismount first and we help the girls down the steps of the carriage. Looking around, I noticed we had landed in one of the few landing zones within the city itself, the castle maybe a twenty-minute walk from where we stood.

We moved through the bustling streets with ease as the girls continued to talk giddily, their excitement thick in the air as we closed in on the castle. We pass the front gates, the Guards saluting us as we pass by. We were quickly met by one of the many of the castle staff, who guided us to the ballroom, which was already beautifully decorated for the Gala.

It seemed that the party was already underway as the room held more than a few nobles who spoke amongst themselves about whatever topic took their fancy. Despite this, it seemed it was still incredibly early as even though many nobles were already gathered, the room was still to be filled out fully.

"Oh man, this is gonna be great!" Spike said excitedly. "We're all gonna have such an awesome time together!"

The girls had already sped off before he could finish his sentence.

"Or not, I guess."

"Welp, looks like you're stuck with this ugly mug," I laughed a little, clapping him on the shoulder as he mirthfully rolled his eyes.

"I could think of worse things."

Looking at the voice, we see most of the nearby nobles bowing as Princess Luna walked passed them, briefly regarding them with a small head bow of her own before focusing her attention on us. Instead of her usual deep navy blue dress, Luna was dressed in an all-black dress that tastefully hugged her figure with a leg slit on one side. Her makeup was also slightly darker than usual, perfectly contrasting her pale, unblemished skin. All in all, she was beautiful.

"Your Grace," I said, bowing deeply at my legs while Spike did the same. "How may I be of service?"

"My my, Percival. You are certainly rather different tonight," Luna commented with a smirk. "You have an air of....nobility about you."

"Well, it is a high-class event after all. I wouldn't want to make you look bad due to my behaviour," I reply teasingly. "Did you wish to speak?"

"I simply wished to greet a friend," She replied with a smile. "And since I saw the Elements of Harmony speed off, I thought I would keep you and young Spike company."

"Thank you, Princess, that's very generous of you," Spike said, bowing his head slightly.

The music began playing soon after Princess Luna settled in beside us, talking about whatever random topic came up as we watched the nobles already kissing one another's asses, hoping to get in the good graces with other houses to put themselves in better positions and open up connections to facilitate them. Different universe, and yet the higher class remains the same.

Shifting my gaze to the stage and spot the musicians expertly playing their respective instruments, a few others sitting neatly near or behind them. Seems their signature instrument was more of a speciality rather than an exclusive. Good to know. They were all dressed immaculately, but one individual stood out. Black tuxedo, pink tie, dark charcoal grey hair swept back and out of her eyes. It was easy to guess who it was but the cello made it painfully obvious.

"I can see you eyeing up those instruments," Luna said with a smirk as Spike chuckled at her comment.

"Am I that predictable?" I laughed with them. "Don't answer that."

"If you wish to go, then go," She urged.

"Are you sure?"

"Dude, just go," Spike said while he reached up and patted me on the shoulder. "These guys will love whatever you play."

"Alright," I conceded, moving towards the stage. "But whatever happens, it was your idea!"

The two laughed quietly as they shook their heads, looking at each other as I moved away.

"So how are you, young Spike?" I hear Luna ask. "I feel we have not had the proper chance to speak between just you and I."

"Can't complain."

As I moved towards the stage, I saw most of the musicians seemed to notice me as they finished their latest piece, but Octavia was so in focus she didn't even realize I was walking towards her. The other three who were present were ones I seemed to recognise vaguely. The one who played the harp was Parish I believe, but that could have just been a widely accepted fan fiction name. Next was Fredric who was on the piano, which I took an interest in and Beatrice, who played the tuba. All three were staring at me with wide eyes, but ignored them as I walked up the platform and stood directly in front of Octavia. I smirked as I saw Octavia notice my feet and slowly look up at me.

"Sir Percival!" She exclaimed, setting aside her cello on its stand before standing. "What a surprise!"

"You know me then?" I asked. They seemed a little nervous around me.

"My wife told me about you. Besides, I think everyone knows you, Sir," She replied. "Especially after your most recent deed."

"You're telling me, people won't let me forget," I laughed as they looked at me with a look of surprise at my comment. "I didn't like to assume. "Makes an ass of you and me" as my mother used to say. I, however, don't know your names."

Octavia's face lit up in realization. "Oh, I beg your pardon! Where are my manners!" She said lightheartedly, lightly slapping her forehead. "I am Octavia, this is Fredric," She said gesturing towards the pianist. "This is Beatrice and this is Parish," Octavia told me, referring to the Tuba and Harp players. At least I got their names right.

I nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," I said with a small bow, which seemed to surprise them. I chuckled at their reactions. "Whatever stories you may have heard, I assure you I'm not as insane as you think," I said playfully. "And I'm not like your average noble. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth and a stick up my ass."

Behind me, I could hear more voices begin to fill the hall as guests and nobles began to file in. Ignoring the building crowd, I focused on the musicians in front of me. "How can we help you then, Sir?" Octavia asked after they laughed at my comment.

"Well, I wished to meet the musicians for the night," I replied before looking at the grand piano. "But this beauty caught my eye."

Fredric looked very nervous as he spoke. "Would you like to play?" Fredric asked me.

"If that is not too much trouble?

"Not at all!" He replied excitedly, standing and giving me free rein of the instrument. "By all means, Sir!"

As the guests and other nobles started coming in more and more, I simply ignored them as I approached the piano. I made my way over and unbuttoned my jacket so I could sit comfortably as I laid Yamato softly against the side of the piano. I sat down on the bench and ran my hands over the keys. I smiled as I thought about the past and how much I loved to play the piano. Memories of my Grandfather filled my head, how much I loved being taught by him and how excited he'd get when we'd sit down. I chuckled warmly at the memory and brought my hands to the keys. I played a few notes before a song came to my mind and I started to play.

"I won't be coming home
I won't be going anywhere
I will guard this post forever
Here on the alpine slope, where I did my final stand, I shall remain
Among the ice and snow that binds me to this mountain

A force of nature too strong, sent from above
Where spirits lead the way, the winds will never fade

White Friday, I'll take the
Stairway to Heaven
I'm sky high, when I die
I'll be immortal
Forever, I never
I won't return to
Blood Mountain, I am the
Soldier of Heaven

Ignoring the room as I played, I looked at the keys as I played with the words easily accompanying them. The looks of surprise from the group of musicians from my singing made the grin I wore grow ever so slightly. Closing my eyes, I let the music continue nigh autonomously while the room became dead silent. My mind started to bring the image of her to the front of my mind as I sang. Memories flooded my mind as I continued playing, the emotion I put forth into the song made me feel... solemn but happy, in a strange way. Like I was singing just for her, so I didn't hold back.

I saw the end of war
I watched the soldiers come and go
And I kept my watch forever
So many brave men fell in the battles that were raging down below
I have seen it all but none will hear my story
All of these years I have been frozen in time
I cried for spring to come but here, winter remain

White Friday, I'll take the
Stairway to Heaven
I'm sky high, when I die
I'll be immortal
Forever, I never
I won't return to
Blood Mountain, I am the
Soldier of Heaven"

Once I finished, I noticed that the room had quietened. I look up from the keys to see more than a fair few in the room staring at me. I looked around some more and saw Celestia standing next to Luna and Spike, all looking on from the back of the crowd. I chuckled as I stood from the piano, grabbing Yamato before giving a slightly exaggerated bow as the musicians approached me.

"Sir, that was a wonderful performance!" Octavia praised. "Where did you learn to play?"

"Thank you, I learned from my Grandfather," I replied with an appreciative smile. "But believe me, that was nothing. I barely made her sing."

"Then if it isn't too much trouble, could you honour us with one more?" Fredric asked, fidgeting slightly with his fingers.

"Fredric! I'm sure Sir Felwinter has better things to do than to indulge in our fancies," Octavia chastised.

"Please, it's no problem. I approached you, remember?" I said, earning a sheepish nod from the cello player. "Besides, the piano is one of my favourites. How can I say no?"

Sitting back down and setting Yamato back to where it was, I twiddled my fingers for a second or two and pursed my lips, deliberating on what I should play next. Once I decided, I nodded quietly to myself, I glanced up at Luna, Celestia and Spike as they continued staring, eagerly waiting for my next piece.

Soft at first, my hands glided over the keys as the notes echoed throughout the ballroom hall, catching the attention of all present with remarkable ease just before it quickly upped in pace, a far more energetic and complicated piece than the last that resulted in a wonderous cacophony. The sudden and drastic change from the first song I played caught most off guard for a second as most of the room looked in shock. Whether that be because of the song itself or the fact they didn't know I played at all I'm sure.

My hands moved as though they had a mind of their own as I closed my eyes while I played, remembering the many hours it took to practise after an old acquaintance showed it to me before I became a travelling man. A wide grin spread over my face as I felt the energy of the song in my body, nodding and slightly swaying my body as I felt its rhythm.

Finally coming to an end, I finished with a flourish and the room let out applause as I stood once again, giving the crowd another bow as the musicians clapped harder, approaching as I stepped away from the instrument.

"Sir Felwinter, that was incredible!" Octavia said excitedly. "Vinyl had informed me you were remarkable, but to see it with my own eyes."

"That piece was amazing!" Fredric said with equal excitement as the others offered their own praise.

I was about to respond when I heard a throat clear from behind me. I saw the musicians bow and turned around to see Celestia standing not far from us at the top of the stairs to the stage.

"Quite the performance Sir Percival," She said with a smile on her red-stained lips.

"Thank you very much, your Grace," I replied with a slight bow.

She bowed slightly in response before turning to the musicians. "If it is not too inconvenient, may I borrow him?" She asked.

They all, of course, bowed. "Not at all, your Highness!" They responded.

"Thank you," Celestia said, turning to walk away.

I didn't need to be told to follow as I walked behind her, my feet guiding me to her side as I glanced at her. Instead of her usual white and gold trimmed dress, she wore a bright red dress that, much like Luna, hugged her nigh godly figure tastefully and unobtrusively. Realizing I was staring, I tore my eyes from her and looked out to the party, seeing that most of the guests had arrived and gone back to minding their own business.

"So how may I be of service, your Highness?" I asked as we settled while I faced forward towards the crowd.

She quirked an eyebrow as she glanced at me before nabbing a glass of champagne from one of the roaming servants. "You're rather different tonight," She commented, sipping at the glass of sparkling wine. "You have a sense of nobility to you."

I chuckled slightly, readjusting my grip on Yamato to be more comfortable. "Your sister said the same exact thing," I responded before adding. "Like I told your sister, as much as I don't enjoy mingling with nobility, I didn't want my nonchalant attitude to make you look bad."

"Did you wish to speak with me?" I added after a moment.

"Oh no, I simply wished to see how you were," She smiled genuinely. "How are you finding your new accommodation?"

"It's incredible and I've gotten lost a grand total of five times already," I laughed before my smile dropped. "Speaking of, that reminds me."

Seeing my sudden change in attitude, the Solar Princess turned to face me with concern. "What is it, Percival?"

Reaching into the inner pocket of my grey jacket, I pulled out the letter and handed it over to the Princess. "Walter received this from an individual clad in grey robes with fur and leather," I said quietly, trying to be as discreet as possible.

She hesitantly reached out and took the letter and opened it, carefully reading it over a few times, murmuring under her breath while her brow very subtly furrowed and her eyes narrowed. She slowly looked up at me with a clear look of scepticism on her face.

"Percival," She said slowly and lowly. "Whatever you are suggesting-"

"I am accusing no one of anything," I stated quickly, holding up my hand placatively. "But all the questions I asked myself led to the same answer and I believed that you needed to be made aware of this, given the nature of the document and how frankly suspicious it was."

She stood there for a moment, staring intently and strongly into my eyes to the point I swore she was staring directly into my soul. After the moment passed, she closed her eyes and sighed, folding the letter and lightly fidgeting with it.

"Thank you, Percival, for bringing this to my attention," She said, nodding slightly.

"I know of implications and the potential consequences of them, but I say, at the very least, keep an eye out," I said, placing a soft hand on her shoulder.

Nodding slowly, she looked back down at the letter. "I will have this investigated and, in the meantime, I will be keeping an eye out."

"But for until then," She added, placing the letter between her cleavage. "I think we should enjoy our night."

Raising my eyebrow, I watched her begin to walk off, offering me a giggle and a mirthful smirk as she stepped away.

"What?" She asked innocently. "Do you see pockets?"

I chuckled as she disappeared into the crowd of nobles despite her taller stature while I caught a glimpse of Twilight trying to follow behind her with not much success. I shook my head and walked over to one of the many empty tables, sitting down while mentally preparing myself for the night ahead. Observing the room, I spot Rarity and Applejack standing on the outskirts of the room, talking and laughing among themselves, seemingly forgone their initial goals for the night. Curious, I peered around and saw a rather familiar sight trying her best to talk to the attending Wonderbolts. Fluttershy was, of course, nowhere to be seen as she was more than likely outside in the castle gardens. Closing my eyes, I leaned back into the chair I sat on.

"Alright Percy ole boy, you can do it. It's just one night. You can do one night, right?" I thought, opening my eyes and seeing the rows of nobles kissing up to one another. "Fuck, this is going to be a long night."

"So this is the Paladin I've heard so much about?" I hear a voice say. "I can't say I'm impressed."

Looking to my left, my eyes swiftly land on none other than Prince Blueblood himself. A rather short individual on the thinner side of things, his bright blonde hair was styled in a middle parting that fit his surprisingly handsome face but also somehow worked to make him look more smug. Black suit, bright blue tie and a pure white horn jutting from his forehead. I'd dare say he looked good if he weren't such a notorious asshole.

Standing, I incline my head a little, doing my best to show respect and keep up a good appearance. "Prince Blueblood."

"So you know me?" He said in an almost surprised tone. "I must say I'm surprised. Seeing as my Aunts pulled you from that backwater town, I thought you'd be...benighted to say the least."

"Definitely going to be a long night," I thought, holding back any face I would have normally made. "Happy to disappoint. Though I must say, I'm surprised that I've only just now run into you."

The Prince looked me up and down. "I'm sure," He said with pursed lips. "I have been rather...busy of late, so that has taken a large chunk of my time, not that I expect you to understand such things."

"I know how you feel," I said to the shorter man. "I've been training the Guards for the last four months. They're not quite where I want them, but they're making remarkable progress. Las Almas was a massive stepping stone for them."

"Hmm, yes, quite," He replied absentmindedly, seemingly ignoring my words as he looked as though he wasn't paying full attention. "My Aunts saw something in you and you did help that town and....what was it again? Ah yes! Las Almas, so I guess you have some gumption. Don't go disappointing them. They've had enough of that already."

"Believe me, disappointing them isn't on my to-do list," I replied, keeping a straight face. "So what have you been working on if I may ask?"

"Things that don't concern you," He said rather sharply. "It's a personal matter between me and friends of mine."

"Okay, if you say so," I said, quickly moving on. "What do you think of the Gala so far?"

"Oh simply outstanding, I dare say it's better than last year," He said, genuine excitement briefly flashing on his face before he shifted his gaze away from the party and back at me. "I'd ask what you thought, but someone like you? At a party like this? A stupid thought."

"Someone like me?" Swallowing my words, I kept my face as even as I could. "Actually, you'd be surprised. I've been to a Gala once or twice."

He audibly scoffed as he gained an incredulous expression, chuckling lowly to himself as he looked around. "You? A man who claimed to be a wanderer before becoming a Paladin to my Aunts? How absurd!"

"Believe it. Though I'll admit, this is definitely the best I've looked," I chuckled, trying to inject some levity into the conversation. "Credit where it's due, Rarity knows her stuff."

"That skirt?" He scoffed again. "While you're...passable, she couldn't hold a candle to Canterlots high fashion. A woman like her would be drowned out in no time."

I felt my eye twitch hard at his words while my pulse quickened and the tips of my ears began to heat up, I looked at the man beside me with disdain that I tried my best to keep hidden. "Have you seen any of her works?"

"I've seen enough if what you, her and her contemporaries are wearing are anything to go by," He laughed quietly to himself. "If they hadn't helped save my Aunt, I personally wouldn't have let them in."

"They were all personally invited by Princess Celestia herself," I replied evenly, breathing through my nose. "They have every right to be here."

Blueblood turned slowly to me, a smile that unnerved me spread across his face as he did. "You're defending them."

"They're my friends," I responded, turning to face him properly. "So yes, I am."

"Your "friends" are no more than freelance help approved by my Aunt. Beyond that, they are no better than the common rabble," He continued lowly, turning towards me. "Were it not for your and my Aunt's personal protection, I'd dare say they'd serve no better than food to the demons. To think otherwise would be stupid."

"What exactly would be "stupid", my dear fellow?" A posh, almost Codsworth-esque voice said.

Tearing my eyes from the Prince, I look over and see another noble, but this one was one I was hoping to meet. White horn, blue well-kept hair, twirled moustache, warm black suit, purple tie and a round monocle. Easy guess as to who it was.

"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all!" Blueblood said jovially. "Me and the Paladin were just talking about the Elements of Harmony and how lovely they looked."

Raising a brow, the man hummed slightly, seemingly seeing through the small charade the Prince was putting on. "Yes, quite," He said before turning to me, swapping his unimpressed look for a more genuine expression. "How do you do General?"

"Good evening to you too, Sir...?" I said as I held out my hand. I'll admit it felt odd to be referred to as General since Sir or Paladin were the usual stand-in.

"Oh, where are my manners!" He laughed, quickly taking my hand in an impressive shake. "Fancypants at your service. A pleasure to finally meet you in person!"

"Yes, this is just a splendid night for meetings, isn't it?" Blueblood interjected. "Though, the Paladin and I were in the middle of a conversation."

"Oh yes, one that he looked to be enjoying so thoroughly," Fancypants commented.

"You would do well to remember you're talking to a Prince," Blueblood said lowly.

Unimpressed, Fancypants stepped up to the Prince, who he had a few considerable inches on. "And you would do well to remember that I, while no Prince, have just as much hold as you. I am not one for you to push around like a common fool."

"Watch your tone Fancy," Blueblood shot back. "I'm sure there are certain things you wouldn't want to...get out."

"Naturally. Any man worth his salt has his secrets. But whatever secrets I may have certainly wouldn't hold a candle to yours," Fancypants said evenly. "And seeing as I have nearly thirty years on you, who do you think people will trust when word of a certain...overabundant substance usage gets out? Or late-night relations perhaps?"

Blueblood was quick to step down after Fancypants' threats, his eye wide and his lips pursed and tensed in quiet seething. Taking hold of his suit jacket, he straightened it out with a jerk while he held his head high, looking down his nose as he turned to walk away. "Then I shall leave you two to it."

Watching Blueblood walk off, briefly glancing over his shoulder with a cold, disdainful look in his eye, me and Fancypants breathed a sigh of relief, turning to face each other properly now that we were rid of the distasteful company.

"Thank you," I said gratefully. "I'm sure I could have handled him, but that saves me migraine."

"Of course ole boy!" Fancypants said jovially. "I've been meaning to put the little ingrate down a peg or two myself. And while it's not much, I'm sure he won't try anything now that he knows I have rather delicate information on him."

"Here's hoping," I said, holding up my crossed fingers as we shared a laugh before gesturing to the open seats at the table. "Care to sit with me?"

"Oh, thank you!" He said, taking a seat. Now that Blueblood was gone, I was able to look at him properly. His handlebar moustache was much thicker than I expected, taking up the entirety of, and partially obscuring, his upper lip and he even had a small amount of well-maintained stubble around his chin. I also noticed he was of a thicker build as well. Looking at me, he adjusted his monocle. "So how are you finding the Gala?"

I chuckled a little, leaning against Yamato. "Between Blueblood and seeing the other nobles using every opportunity as a chance to have their boots licked? Can't say I've been fooled by their shark smiles."

"You have been in office for barely half a year and yet you already see how corrupt the majority of the nobility is," He commented, his gaze becoming more and more interested. "Truly a sad state of affairs."

"It's not just here either, but everywhere you go," I shook my head. "If there is a place of sound nobility I've yet to hear of it."

"Ah yes, I remember you stating you were a wanderer before being chosen because of an ancient prophecy if I am not mistaken," He said with a smile as I looked at him. "Before you say anything, contrary to what most other nobles think, I see it as a good thing. A man of great worldly knowledge can only bring good tidings I say."

"That's a relief, I'll admit," I sighed with a small smile. "So what can I help you with? Surely you didn't just want to save me Blueblood. What want from me?"

His smile seemed to grow into a look of satisfaction, but before he could answer he was interrupted. "Told you he'd be fine," I heard from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Luna with another very attractive woman. If I had to guess from her pink hair and white horn, I would say it was Fleur.

Fancypants and I both stood to give a small bow. "Princess, good to see you again," I said, glancing around. "Where's Spike?"

"Young Spike is with Applejack and Rarity at the moment," Luna replied. "Wanted to spend some time with his friends."

"Ah, that's good to know," I said, turning my gaze to the woman standing next to the Princess. "And who might this beautiful woman be?"

Fancypants was immediately at her side, a broad grin across his lips. "This is my wife, Fleur De Lis! Dear, this is General Felwinter."

"A pleasure to meet you Sir Felwinter!" She said, giving me a curtsy as she greeted me.

"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine," I bowed in return. "Care to join us?"

"Absolutely!" She said gratefully, sitting next to her husband as Luna sat as well.

"So what were you two talking about?" Luna asked as she sat.

"The General and I were discussing the nobles at this banquet," Fancypants replied.

"Oh?" Fleur vocied. "And?"

"With my, albeit limited, experience beforehand and with tonight, can't say I'm a fan. I care little for what they want or what they believe they deserve," I responded, again leaning my hands against the sword in my grasp. "Especially if any of them are anything like Blueblood."

"Yes, the three of us were in the middle of a conversation when my husband saw you two conversing and decided to intervene before it got ugly," Fluer said with a nod. "Plus it helped he was looking forward to meeting you."

"That would explain the sudden appearance," I mumbled to myself, looking at the monocle-wearing man. "Again, you have my thanks for that."

"Of course!" He nodded with a satisfied grin.

"So what is it you believe the nobles want then, Sir Percival?" Luna asked.

"Money, power, what have you," I replied. "Anything to bump up their current position within their established hierarchy."

"And what kind of power would that be?" Fancy asked.

"Finacial, mental, physical, magical. It could be anything, so long as it makes them better than those around them," I said with a shake of my head. "Hell, I'd even go as far as to say most of them crave the power of immortality. To become Alicorns and ascend into royalty."

"What is this Alicorn you speak of?" Luna asked as the other two looked at me.

Quirking my brow, I shift my gaze to the Lunar Princess. "You don't know what that is?" I ask.

"No," She replied simply, an intrigued smile on her lips. "Why would I?"

"Huh, storing that little nugget of information for later," I thought to myself. "What do the people see you as?"

"What do you two see when you look at Princess Luna?" I asked, looking to Fleur and Fancy who both watched the interaction with interest.

"Our ruler. One of our beloved Princesses," Fancy said with vigour.

Fleur wore a small smile. "The Night Goddess," She replied.

"At least some of my subjects think so," Luna said softly. Seems even in this world some of the nobles were giving her a hard time. Though, I say that like I'm surprised.

I shrugged. "All thing I expected," I said. "The views of many. But regardless, power is something all men and women crave, even if subconsciously. And some will do anything they can to obtain it."

"What about you?" Luna asked. "Do you dream of power?"

"I don't dream of much. Not anymore anyway," I shrugged. "Dreams can be a very dangerous thing."

"What makes you say that, Sir Felwinter?"

"There's a quote that I think summarises it well," I replied, looking down at the sword in my hands. "All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake up in the day to find it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible."

"I had a dream once and I did all I could to make it a reality," I continued. "But when I eventually achieved it, it left a bad taste in my mouth."

Looking up, I saw Pinkie talking to the rather unenthused group of musicians. While it didn't look like she was causing a hassle or a ruckus, knowing Pinkie, it wasn't far behind. Standing from my seat, I turned to the three who looked at me with both intrigue and mild concern.

"Well, it's been an absolute pleasure to meet you both and I hope to see you again soon," I bowed my head.

Fancy stood as well and reached into an inner pocket in his jacket suit, pulling out what looked to be a business card. "And you, my boy. Should you have need of us, for business or pleasure, please do not hesitate to look us up. We'd be honoured to have you."

Taking the card, I stuck it into my inner pocket, offering a hand for him to shake, which he did without hesitation. "Thank you. I'll be sure to," I said genuinely, looking at Fleur and bowing my head again. "M'lady."

Walking off, I headed towards the stage where the musicians had finished playing and Pinkie had used the pause to practically harass them to play a song for her. However, my mind was elsewhere as I was surprised to hear that Celestia and Luna weren't called Alicorns here, but instead are revered as Goddesses. I pushed the thought from my mind as I sighed as I got closer and prepared to save them from the pink party demon.

"Oh come on, you know you want to," She said.

"Be that as it may, this isn't that kind of party," Octavia said, trying her best to be patient with the high-energy woman in front of her.

"I know but this place is such a bore! I mean look at them!" She said motioning around the room before noticing me stepping up to them. "Oh hey, Percy!"

"Heyo!" I said as I approached them.

"Percy, you gotta get them to play something else!" She said with vigour. "I already suggested Monster Mash but they said no!"

The musicians looked at me in near desperation. "That would be like me asking them to flush their careers down the drain," I replied.

"But no one's dancing!"

"As Lady Octavia said, this isn't that kind of party. People are here for the atmosphere," I explained. "It's like someone at one of your parties enjoying the upbeat tone rather than playing on the games you set up."

"I know but it's so boring!" Pinkie groaned. "Who in their right mind would want to go to a party like that?"

The musicians had stopped playing at this point and were listening to our conversation. I placed a hand on her shoulder. "The ones who are only interested in themselves," I told her plainly.

Grabbing me by the shoulders, she shook vigorously as she spoke. "But we can change that, we can make them realise that parties are for fun! Not....this!"

Chuckling slightly, I removed her hands from my shoulders. "Okay, how about this? I have a few songs in my repertoire. They're not quite the songs you would choose but they'll make the people here dance," I offered. "In fact, I have the perfect song."

She brought her hand up and rubbed her chin. "I'm intrigued," She said slowly. "Promise they'll dance?"

"On my grandfather's grave."

She nodded slowly, seemingly satisfied with the outcome. "Alright, but if they don't, there will be...consequences," She said, flicking her fingers between her eyes and me in a "I'm watching you" motion before skipping off into the crowd.

"Thank you," I hear Octavia say softly from behind me.

Turning, I see the other musicians look at me in appreciation. "You're welcome, but now I need to sing. She's lucky I music as much as I do. Do you have a microphone?"

"We do, but we'll need a short break before we set everything up. Is that acceptable?" Fredric asked.

"Perfect," I nod. "Let me know when you're ready."

Hopping off the stage, I decided I would try my hand to see if I could help out any of the other girls with their goals for the night, hoping I could at least make it a good time for a few of them. Before I could get very far, I was quickly stopped.

"Hey, Percival!" I hear a distinct southern twang call out. Looking over my shoulder, I spot Applejack walking up to me. "Pinks told me ya were plannin' givin' the place a little show," She stated.

"Did Pinkie go straight to her when she walked off?" I thought to myself, the idea making me wonder why. "I was actually. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was jus' wonderin' if ya could...I dunno. sing somethin' slow. Ya know, good for dancin'." She said slowly.

"Oh really? Anyone in particular you have in mind?" I asked, a teasing grin quickly spreading across my face. I had my suspicions for a while, time to see how right I was.

The blush across her face was damn near instant. "Oh-I...well I-uh."

"Fuck it, let's just go for it," I thought. "It doesn't so happen to be our local fashionista...does it?"

Her blush intensified and her face went as red as a tomato, her stuttering getting the better of her before she mumbled out something I couldn't quite catch but the soft nod told me everything I needed to know. "Fucking called it!"

Smiling softly, I patted her on the shoulder which seemed to snap her out of the quick stupor she got herself into. "Sure, I'll help you out. In fact, the song I've got in mind is damn near perfect." I said softly. "But you'll still have to ask her yourself. That part is all on you."

"I-I don't know what to say..." She said quietly before smiling genuinely. "Thank you."

"Of course. I helped you out once, why stop now?" I said before laughing a little. "But for now, your wingman is gonna let the musicians prepare."

Patting her on the shoulder one more time, I move past her and towards the entrance to the hall, spotting Celestia standing Twilight. Twilight looked rather disappointed as she was promptly interrupted every time she tried to talk to her teacher and Celestia was equally annoyed by the situation. Shrugging to myself, I decided to help them out a bit. Standing beside them, I saw a surprising amount of people looking to still get in.

"It's good to see you this evening Princess." Another noble said with a deep bow.

"You as well. Please enjoy the Gala." Celestia said to the man as he walked inside. She was about to greet the next before she noticed I was standing next to them. "Ah, Sir Percival! It's good t-" Celestia started.

"Her Highness, the ever-gracious Princess Celestia welcomes you all to the Grand Galloping Gala on this beautiful and glorious night!" I shouted to those still in line to enter the hall. "She is ever so pleased to see you all attend the party but would like to enjoy tonight's festivities, as I'm sure you all would as well!" I continue. "She will be inside the hall and humbly invites you all to join her! Goodnight, and enjoy your evening!" I shouted, quickly leaving before any of them could say anything.

looking over my shoulder, Twilight looked positively gobsmacked as she stared at me with wide eyes. Celestia faired no better, her eyes equally as wide but was replaced by a warm, appreciative smile. Giving her a quick wink, I step back into the hall and towards the food table. For a few minutes, I stood there, munching away at the small portions the Gala offered and drinking the rather lacklustre punch. It wasn't alcoholic. After my little display at the entrance, the hall had filled in ever so slightly, my act seemingly having done its job in ushering everyone in. Only time will tell if the teacher and student can finally talk like they want.

"Sir!"

Stopping mid-chew, I peer to my left and see Spitfire, Fleetfoot and Soarin all standing straight, arms held in a crisp salute. "At ease," I said smoothly. "I'm technically not on duty, no need to be formal with me tonight."

"Technically Sir?" Fleetfoot asked.

"Being a General, and a Paladin no less, really the only times I'm off duty are when I'm asleep," I replied, grabbing another fruit stick and biting the pineapple at the top. "Even then I don't think it counts."

"So we can just call you Percival then?" Soarin asked as Spitfire and Fleetfoot tensed slightly.

"Doesn't matter to me, honestly," I shrug, biting at the kiwi next as the two tensed Wonderbolts relaxed.

As I chewed the fruit, I saw Spitfire smirk. "So. We heard you'll be performing for the next song."

"God damn word travels fast," I mumbled as I bit the next fruit, which mango I think? "Well, you heard right. I'm just waiting for the musicians to have their break."

Just as the words left my mouth, I scanned the stage and saw Octavia giving me the ok sign, signalling me it was time for the next song. "I swear to God, my timing is impeccable."

Spitfire held out her hand as I moved to walk towards the stage, giving me a rather serious look as she stepped closer, her voice low. "Performing in front of such a crowd at the last minute is going to make you a target of their judgement. I hope you know that."

I glanced around and saw some of the nearby nobles were not so subtly trying to listen in on our conversation. Looking back at the Captain, I spoke louder than she did. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn," I replied, shocking both the members of the Wonderbolts as well as the nobles listening in. "They're more worthless than the dirt beneath my boot or the dirt beneath that dirt," I stated as though it were a cold hard fact. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm expected on stage."

Before I got too far, I turned back to her as a thought crossed my mind. "Oh and uh...keep an eye out for a rainbow-haired Pegasus woman. I think you'll quite like her."

As I moved away, I saw Spitfire studying me and seemingly lost in thought as she took a sip of her drink. I walked towards the stage and the nobles who heard me moved out of my way instantly, leaving me a path of no resistance to my destination.

"Everything is all set," Octavia said excitedly while I walked up the steps.

"Thank you."

"So what do you have in mind?" She asked as the other musicians waited eagerly.

"Let's give them something to make them...Sway," I said, a wide smirk crossing my face as I leaned Yamato nearby. "Thank God for whatever being that tossed me here to have sent me to a place with Bublé's masterpieces!"

Thankfully, they knew exactly what I meant and quickly grabbed the appropriate instruments and stood ready. Seemed I was right, they can play anything, but choose a speciality.

I step up to the microphone and give it a few taps to make sure it works, quickly gaining everyone's attention. Smirking to myself, I clear my throat.

"Welcome, one and all to tonight's wonderful Gala!" I announced, gaining a few claps here and there. "Tonight, I will be performing for you a song of love, of motion and of holding your nearest and dearest close," I said smoothly. "So in the spirit of the song, if you're here with a loved one, or are potentially looking for one, grab them, hold them and dance like there's no tomorrow!"

Nodding to the musicians behind me, they count themselves in and play. The music effortlessly carries throughout the hall, the instruments joining together in a wonderful sound of jovial Latin and I already see a few nodding their heads to the rhythm. Soon enough, it was my turn to join in.

"When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance, you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me"

Looking out, I saw more than a few seemed surprised and a few more still were shocked as I sang, having seemingly expected me to fumble and fail and I was always happy to disappoint. Many started dancing together in the middle of the room with Applejack, Rarity, Fancy and Fleur among them. Even Celestia and Luna were happily dancing together, laughing and giggling as they did. Smiling, I closed my eyes and continued.

"Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway, I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway, I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now"

I opened my eyes to see most of the room unexpectedly had joined in and some of the nobles of the female variety were starting to give me certain looks and were joined in by one or two of the men. Looking back to where I last saw the two love birds, I saw they were locked in, their eyes never the other as they laughed and had fun. They looked damn cute together. "I ship it". And I must say, for a country girl, she dances well.

"When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

When marimbas start to play
Hold me close, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance, you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me!"

As the song came to a close, I eagerly looked out towards Applejack and Rarity who held each other close, peering deeply into the other's eyes. Holding the final note, I quietly urged them to move, but I didn't expect them to. But much to my surprise, and joy, they did. Slowly, they closed the distance and planted a soft and tender kiss on each other's lips, their eyes closed as they leaned into each other. The song finished and the hall erupted into cheers and applause. But before they could go on for long, the front doors burst open.

"YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE ME!!" Fluttershy yelled as the door exploded, animals scrambling and scurrying in, ensuring chaos wherever they went.

"Well shit, forgot about that," I laughed to myself.

I looked back to see Rarity and Applejack still standing in the middle of the hall amidst the chaos as the guests started to stampede through the hall to get away from the animals while all hell broke loose. Screams were heard and items were being flung across the room. I could only smile as I watched anarchy take hold of the Gala.

I looked around and saw Luna nearly doubled over, clutching her sides as she laughed herself red at the sophisticated party turned haywire. Celestia leaned over and whispered something into a shocked Twilight's ear before disappearing in a flash of golden light. I glance over my shoulder to see the musicians trying their best to harmlessly ward off the animals to protect their instruments. Sighing with a grin, I grab Yamato and calmly walk out of the ballroom, through the winding and weaving halls and corridors with ease and out of the castle, randomly picking a street that wasn't nearly as crowded as the rest, humming and muttering myself a small tune as I did, unbeknownst to a pair of teal eyes watching my movements.

"Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads."

Looking up from the cobblestone street, lo and behold, I found myself in front of none other than Joe's Donuts, where the Elements of Harmony currently resided along with Spike. Leaning against the pole of the low-light oil lamp, I gazed into the shop via the large glass window and saw they all looked exhausted but pleased, talking and giggling while they enjoyed their treats. But something was...different. Twilight looked to be quite pleased with herself as well. Seems my display did its job. Rainbow Dash looked surprisingly cheerful. Maybe Spitfire looked her up after she spoke with me. Spike looked happy enough and Pinkie was as happy as ever. But what caught my attention was a certain pair. Rarity leaned her head against Applejack's shoulder, her fingers entwined with the farmgirls underneath the table as they stole the occasional glance at each other.

I walk up to and press my hand against the door to the shop but stop before I can enter. Quietly sighing to myself, I let my arm fall to my side and I stepped back, deciding to let the group of friends enjoy the end of a very hectic night to themselves. Turning to leave, I came face to face with Celestia who wore an interested face but one that held something else. Sadness maybe? I wasn't sure. We stay silent for a moment, neither of us taking the opportunity to make a move or say something. After a while, I simply smiled at the Princess and walked past her, the only sound being the heels of my shoes against the cobblestone.

"Thank you," She said suddenly. "I didn't know what to expect inviting you but...thank you."

"You're more than welcome," I said, stopping for a moment. "By the way, you and Luna? You both looked stunning tonight," The sudden sound of shuffling behind me told me she whipped around to face me as I began to walk away.

And with that, I made my way home.

Author's Note

God, I suck at writing characters like Blueblood.
And what's this? Yamato? What could this mean?
Very happy with how this turned out and it was a blast to write. Hope yall enjoyed this latest instalment

And here are the songs our man Percy played.
https://youtu.be/UDy0zFOU5qk?si=pfPZ-UD3UJc8ieNR
https://youtu.be/Ljf3tZGxaJM?si=tiS5ksESglgtCoYW
https://youtu.be/VmZ8pKZUVfY?si=SicXs_FlmQG1EmwL

Please point out any mistakes I may have made
Constructive criticism is always appreciated
Until next time, TTFN!