A City in Flames

Chapters

A Shadow in the East
Unrest at Sea
Hard Ale and Good Stories
Bloody Griffons
The First Step
Everything's going to be fine...
Terms of Surrender
Insanity
Cheating Fate
Sweet Dreams
Friends in Higher Places
Damned
One Last Farewell
To War
Left Behind
Militia
Cursed Dragons Gold
The Gates Fall
Cat and Mouse
Small Talk
Luna's Folly
Skipping Stones
The Stalemate is Broken
Fall of Canterlot
Metal Gear Sparkle
The Sun Rises
The Empire that Never Was
The Rise and Fall
Epilogue

A Shadow in the East

From the war tent strode a goliath of a stallion, a bulky earth pony of great strength and build. He was clad in light armour and robed in common desert wear. His face was partly obscured by his red unkempt mane but his eyes still burnt with a blazing yellow. He looked eagerly across the far reaching sands, his gaze tracking across the many miles of endless desert. He grumbled under his breath, annoyed at the seemingly non-existent pace they were making. How long does it take to reach the port on hoof?

He re-entered his tent, throwing his annoying headdress to the side. Resting his hooves on his bedside, the stallion rubbed his temples as to fight back the blistering heat. Pain coursed through his skull, causing him to bear his teeth and clench his yellow eyes shut.

Damn the accursed sun, it will be more fitting once we have left this land long behind, never to return. Leave this country to rot for all I care, just show me a place that instant bathed in heat across the year.

From the tents entrance arrived a much smaller stallion, when compared to the behemoth sitting on the bedside. He was also dressed in traditional desert wear but with a significant amount less armour. Common soldiery then. He bowed low as he entered, avoiding eye contact as he spoke.

“Lord Sil Ran, scouts have confirmed that the coast is at least 20 miles to the west of our location. We should be arriving by nightfall.”

Sil Ran looked up from the ground and caught eye sight of the soldier. What a scrawny little runt he was, nearly trembling before the might that he bore. “Good, very good. Now go, and bring me Khan. I desire his council.”

“Yes my lord.” The soldier scampered off no sooner had he finished speaking, a deep sigh of relief escaping him as he exited the war tent. Sil Ran chuckled under his breath, amused that his reputation was still held in line firmly. But now his heavy mind turned to other thoughts, more prominently the war that lay ahead of him. The brashness and the overconfidence of their leader was obvious, bearing no second thoughts other than a sure victory ahead. Typical of his type, always so narrow minded.

His second in command though was another story entirely. Azzal Khan, faithful servant to Sil Ran for many years. Very little is known about this elusive character other than he knows how to get his way when he wants it. While he may appear fiercely loyal to his master, he speaks with a deadly silver tongue. Cunning, slippery and yet dangerous all the same.

Azzal bore many wounds and scars standing testament to his many close calls. Like cave drawings etched on a wall, each told its own story. His mane was a dirty charcoal black, his coat a faded white. He adorned his desert robes and wore light armour across his chest and legs. His eyes on the other hoof were brilliant blue, deep pools of turquoise light that seemed to captivate those who looked into them.

As Azzal parted the tents entrance, Sil Ran covered his eyes from the ray of light that crept through the canvas. Azzal looked to his master in a false sense of concern, playing his words carefully. “You are weary and tires, my lord. You should rest your hooves if you are to be prepared for the coming battle.”

“I can do just fine without it, Khan. I did not call you hear so you could express your concerns for my well being. Sit down and listen for a moment.” Azzal did what he was told, his gaze locked with Sil Ran as he did so.

“What troubles your mind? I have assured you victory was certain, there is simply no chance that they could mass a force greater than our own. The odds are-“

“Silence Khan! Save your lectures, for I have heard enough of your rambling. Shut your mouth for a second and let me speak.” The Khan was silent, Sil Ran taking a deep breath before speaking again. “Azzal, you have served me for nearly four years now and my father before me. Your council has always proved valuable in these times. If it were not for you I would not have known of the land of Equestria.”

Azzal sat with an unnatural silence, still holding an uneasy gaze with his master. “My travels have ranged far across the known world. I have seen the high peaks of Canterlot and I have seen them mock us from their towers.”

“So you have said. But what weighs my mind is no fear of the coming battle; it is my own servants that worry me. I do not know how strong their loyalty is to me and I fear they will not go down fighting. My generals would stab me in the back first chance; my soldiers would turn and flee at any sign of weakness. I’m losing my own ponies before the war has even begun. That is what I fear.”

It must be great to bring such a powerful lord to worry. Azzal thought hard for a second, his words chosen carefully. “Your ponies would die for you, each mare and stallion willing to lay down their lives for their land. If it is true that this worries you then let me address the soldiers, allow me to show them where their loyalties lie. I would hate to see you in this state for long.”

“You? What help would that be? If I am to show them who is in command it cannot be done with words alone.”

“My lord, you would be surprised what words alone can accomplish.” With that he took his leave, turning to face the exit of the tent. Looking back for one last time to his master he let his hollow words fall of his tongue. “Be sure you do rest before we depart. One would hate to be tired for the long journey.”

Sil Ran cast his gaze away from Azzal, letting out a deep grunt as he did so. Was it possible to trust somepony and yet despise them? Certainly that is how he felt towards him. He was wise and his words held him captive, but he was a liar and a cheat. Could he be trusted?

Another days march across the wastes, 800 ponies in light armour across the endless scorching deserts. Even by the eastern standards this heat was unimaginable. Some soldiers had to be carried part of the way after passing out. Water was scarce and soon they would not have enough for the entire journey to the coast. Sil Ran felt a very uneasy chill in his spine at fear any second they may turn on him. His head still throbbed relentlessly and his constant worry only worsened it.

Azzal almost felt amused that such a big guy could be so intimidated by fear of revolt, all of it adding to his paranoia. He knew it was true that his soldiers did hate Sil Ran, being ill prepared for travel and forcing them to cross many miles of desert in full gear. All Azzal needed to do was tip the iceberg at the right moment and everything would turnover smoothly. But that time had not yet come, for now the ports were in sight. The soldiers picked up pace, eager to refill their canteens in the stream that flowed into the sea. Sil Ran let out a sigh of relief, loosening the cloth around his neck as they approached the coast line.

The port itself nothing special, a few stone huts backed by rickety docks. But what was anchored here made all the difference. Over 30 great vessels bore the symbol of the eastern lands on their sails. Once they had regrouped and their provisions rationed out they would be ready to set off. Each mare and stallion took up oar and prepared to row at full haste. Sil Ran looked out across the sea, a new eagerness filling him as he could taste the battle to come.

He had only fought in small tribal wars before, none so titanic as the united clans rallying under one banner. Azzal remained amongst the soldiery, although his intentions remained unknown. At this point Sil Ran cared little as to why, for he was far too consumed in the prospect of glory. Equestria would soon be his for the taking.

Unrest at Sea

“Look, on the horizon! I see land! May the gods have mercy on us all!” The soldiers began to cry, the land of Equestria slowly appearing from the distance. The weather had been kind to them, the gods favoring their travel for there was neither storm nor any complications. Spirits were high and their goal seemed to draw even nearer by the second. Cheers went out amongst the crew which were quickly silenced by the whips of the Bosun.

They scuttled back to their oars, heaving away a good pace. From the ranks one even began to sing. This was soon followed by a few others, and before you knew it the entire boat was alight with song. The Bosun was ready to bring his whip to bear on the idiotic crew but Azzal stayed his hoof.

“Leave them be for now. They have more than earned the right to make merry!”

The crew let out a small cheer at his words, the song starting again, only this time with more of a beat. The speed of the rowing increased, the other ships putting in more effort to keep up with them.

Sing hey! For the bath at close of day

That washes the weary mud away!

A loon is he that will not sing:

O! Water Hot is a noble thing!

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,

and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;

but better than rain or rippling streams

is Water Hot that smokes and steams.

O! Water cold we may pour at need

down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;

but better is Beer, if drink we lack,

and Water Hot poured down the back.

O! Water is fair that leaps on high

in a fountain white beneath the sky;

but never did fountain sound so sweet

as splashing Hot Water with my feet!

They laughed merrily before they returned to rowing as usual. All thoughts of war were forgotten as they enjoyed their small moment reprieve. The Bosun had set down his bone whip and began to talk among the crew, Azzal chuckling at his change of demeanor.

Sil Ran did not go blind to the crew’s enthusiasm. From his cabin he had watched and he had listened, his paranoia getting the best of him once again. Any leader would be glad to see his soldiers in a merry mood, but Sil Ran began focused his fear on Azzal. Confined to the space of his cabin and separating himself from his crew, the captain had grown more and more anxious. What if before his troops betrayed him his generals turned on him, what if Azzal was the first? He saw how he interacted with the crew; soon they would turn on Sil Ran and follow Khan instead. Those traitorous dogs.

Azzal on the other hand felt contempt to watch as the soldiers conversed with one another, the main topic seemingly the new land they were swiftly approaching. Indeed it had been long since Azzal had last set hoof in Equestria, back when he was a younger stallion. He extended one of his wings as he looked at one of his many scars hidden behind the joint. That one he had acquired as he was fleeing the Royal Guard after his small ransacking of the Archives. Though the phrase is used often, it was quite a long story.

“Azzal!” One of the crew members beckoned him over to their group as they talked, the adviser accepting his offer and taking a seat next to them while they continued rowing. “Some of the crew have been saying things, things about you, and other things about Sil Ran.”

“What kind of things? Rumors, tales? Speak quickly.”

The brown stallion in question looked at the ponies to either side of him before speaking again. “They say you've been here before, that you've traveled to Equestria and returned to tell the tale. They also said you spent a week in the Everfree Forest, fighting off wild animals before you found our way out.”

Azzal let out a light chuckle at the remark. “Amusing, is that what they say about me? I will leave details to your own speculation, but I will say this. Indeed I once wandered those lands long ago and returned to the East. They showed me little hospitality but it has given me the opportunity to learn a thing or two.”

“If I may ask sir, why has Lord Sil Ran confined himself to the cabin? Does he fear the sunlight or does he just not like the company?” A few of the others let out a small chuckle.

“I cannot say for sure, but he is a tired lord and he grows scarred of the battle to come. Maybe he fears death of the possibility of defeat. We may never know, but he is sick in the mind.”

Nervous glances were traded amongst those that listened. “Is that true? I mean, is Sil Ran still able to lead us to battle? None of us are too thrilled to be rushing into a fight, but it would be a comfort to know that you can trust those who are sending you there in the first place.”

“We shall see soon enough. But keep an eye on the Lord and let the others know I've what I have said. It would be best to hear it from a fellow soldier rather than an untrustworthy adviser.”

“Yes sir. Maybe it is for the best.” What merriment was in their voice had now faded to a gloomy tone. Soon word of Sil Ran would be passed through each of the crew on the vessel, spoken only in whispers.

The Bosun inquired to Azzal over the sudden change in mood. “What’s got them all gloomy? It wasn't twenty minutes ago they were singing lie it was Moon Season.”

“They worry about Sil Ran, and rightly so. I will speak no more of it for now, there is enough gloom in the air as it is.”

“Right. Seems awfully odd, I always thought he was a rather bulky ‘in your face’ kind of stallion. But if he’s worried about the losing, then what does that mean for us?”

“It means he may not be fit for the job.”

Hard Ale and Good Stories

The ships anchored themselves out from the coast, small row boats transporting the troops and supplies to the shore. It took nearly all day and plenty of endurance but eventually they began to pitch camp. Across the beach were hundreds of small canvas tents, durable enough to survive the harsh conditions of the Eastern Deserts and more than enough to house a few ponies. They were scattered across the shore in random clusters, each surrounding their assigned captain’s tent. Fires were lit and everypony took some time to rest their hooves from the long journey.

Some began to already miss home, but many others found the prospect of a new land hard to resist. It was almost exactly as the Khan had described it; lush and green, sands golden and silky, water cool and clear. As the sun faded behind the far off hills, illuminating the coast in a golden glow, the troops began to break out the ale. Although many of the captains hinted against such acts, Azzal insisted that they be treated on the eve of battle. Sil Ran obviously had no say in this, for he had spent the past day cooped up in his tent away from his fellow pony.

Across the camp many ponies began to sing until it echoed as a massive chant. Captains nervously nibbled their hooves at the thought of the racket giving away their position, Azzal merely brushing it off. He knew the cove well, a secluded area away from any nearby settlements. No pony would find them out here at this hour at least.

Farewell we call to hearth and hall!

Though wind may blow and rain may fall,

We must away ere break of day

Far over wood and mountain tall.

To the west, where they yet dwell

In glades beneath the misty fell,

Through moor and waste we ride in haste,

And whither then we cannot tell.

With foes ahead, behind us dread,

Beneath the sky shall be our bed,

Until at last our toil be passed,

Our journey done, our errand sped.

When the moon was at its peak the troops began to retire, their captains urging them to rest after a hard night. The tents that circled Azzal’s were not so quick to depart however. The old general sat by the fire, his troops slowly drawing near to him. They all rested in the warm glow as the calm silence set in around them. From the woods they could hear a number of birds and beasts, some friendly, others not so. Azzal has spoken of them, he had warned of the many dangers to be had.

“Sir.” One of the soldiers broke the stillness, turning to look at the battle scarred stallion. “How did you come by these lands? Was it simply that you were lost searching for your way home, or did you seek out new land?”

Azzal turned to face the stallion, scratching his chin a little. “Indeed, how is it that I came to these lands long ago? I wander here and there, across many ranges and fields. I never had any idea as to where I was going or what I hoped to accomplish, but I pressed on none the less.

“You see twenty years ago I found the road north from the Badlands. As I followed the road I came across many small settlements, some no bigger than our own villages. But as I drew near the heart, oh, I found their crown jewel. It was a city unlike any other I had seen, such stonework surely only gods could have constructed it. But soon I would find I was correct.

“Equestria is ruled over by two immortal sisters; Saulė and Mėnulis, or in the common tongue, Celestia and Luna. They founded the monarchy that would hold these ponies in check for millennia, their power unquestioned. Two rulers who could never die.

“But when anypony lives too long or is too powerful then a madness seeps in. This madness took form in the neglecting of our own land. The sun was held in perfect tune here while it relentlessly beat our home. They cast their backs to all others, Equestria becoming here favourer realm. We were abandoned to face the world on our own. And that is why we are here.”

By now Azzal had attracted quite the audience, mares and stallions all sat around like fillies listening to an old campfire story. The Khan sighed heavily, resting back on his forelegs. Many knew that they had come here to make war, and many others already knew that it was for the conquest of land, but none knew of how personal the issue really was.

“B-But what are you? Where do you come from?”

Azzal was almost amused at his question, half expecting something different. “I am no pony and I come from nowhere. I have wandered so long that even I have no memory of where it all began.”

Whispers were traded among the troops, another mare speaking out after a minute or so of idle discussion. “Some of the soldiers have been saying things… about Lord Sil Ran. They say he believes there is no hope, that we all go to our deaths.” So word had begun to spread, and like a game of Chinese whispers details had been added and taken. “Is it true.”

“The old captain id well known for his brute strength and his cunning, yet he possesses one fatal flaw, one that can be fatal in battle: fear. He fears defeat then he shall have it, he fears rebellion and, well… you understand well enough. The colt is a fool.”

Unease began to spread among the troops until Azzal spoke up again. “Do not let these affairs weigh your mind, for I already have a plan that will solve all of this. I ask that you only be ready for change when it comes. Now, let us move on from this talk of war and politics, for I have a few stories of my own. As with age comes experience, and as with experience comes a few good tales.”

The soldiers began to relax again, perplexed at his cryptic words but ensnared none the less. The stallion had a talent for speaking.

“Where to begin? Maybe you may like to hear of my part in the Second Griffon Wars? Those were some difficult times and I barely returned with my limbs. I think their ling still assumes I’m dead. I think it may be best to leave it that way for now.

Bloody Griffons

“Two years before I arrived in the Courts of the Eastern Kingdom, I had lost my way after a rather dangerous crossing of the Crystal Mountains. After closer inspection I found that there was very little crystal to be had. The cold however was horrendous, the blood becoming slate in my veins. After three days I found the road again, only this lead to a much different realm than I had ever come across. In great stone villages atop cliffs that looked over miles lived the griffons. These were hardy folk, although they had the personality depth of marble. When I arrived I was greeted by no less than a hundred spears, not that I was counting.

“They brought me to their king, the great and noble Lord Swiftclaw. His wings were three times the span of my own Pegasi wings, his beak able to rip a mares head clean off. I greeted him as politely as I could, my words holding some sway over his simple mind. He gave me food, even if it was tasteless, and gave me a bed for the night. In the morning I would be gone, heading to the far East where the wind seemed to be travelling.

“That was the plan, but it seemed that fate a had some other plan in store for me. A rival clan, the Grimfeathers, declared war upon the Clan Swiftclaw. In the morning we were greeted by hundreds of heavily armed and very pissed griffon troops. I fought to survive, seizing a spear from the wall I rushed to flee the Household before I became part of Clan Warfare. Well, it unfortunately wasn't going to be that simple. You see the chief of the Grimfeathers has this pet which he calls The Reaper. Little did I know that Twinkle was in fact a young Ursa Minor, and a grumpy one at that. Despite its premature size it ripped through stone and cliff like cardboard.

“What was I to do? The mountain was surrounded by attacking forces, the Cliffside assaulted by an Ursa Minor. Not by wing or hoof did I have a chance to escape, so I did what any sane pony wound do.

“I charged in anyway, more specifically the Ursa Minor. If I could out manoeuvre its claws and teeth the there was a window of chance. Back then I was quick, agile, a brilliant flyer. Oh you should have seen me. But then I took a betting from an Ursa Minor, sending me sprawling from the fight. My wings felt pulverised after his paw came into contact with them. The pain was unimaginable, which has only proved to make me stronger.

“Despite my injuries I stood back on my hooves, drawing my bone dagger. I charged at the creatures feat, dodging its sweeping attacks and coming up under its belly. I lept up as high as I could and stabbed my dagger deep into the beasts torso. Oh did he real in pain, sending me flying backwards once again. He was mad now and I would have been a goner right there and then.

“But a cunning pony does not leave everything to chance, and I was no exception." From his cloak Azzal drew forth a small dagger, no longer than 15 inches at most. It was carved from bone with a variety of tribal markings etched in a decorative design. "A pretty thing, isn't it. A dagger carved from the tooth of a basilisk. I found it's body lying deep in the northern gorges, prying one of its teeth from its gaping jaw. What felled the beast I cannot say, but it must have been mighty powerful and mighty stupid to stand up to the guardian of the deep. The venom on a basilisk tooth is lethal. But a scratch from the tip could paralyse you, a blow to the heart instant death. While I have carried many bladed weapons in my time, none can compare with the lethality of this dagger."

“Now where was I? Ah yes, the great beast began to roar loudly, flailing its arms and legs around madly. Homes and cliffs were shattered in its rage, rocks tumbling down and crushing any who were unfortunate enough to be caught under them. Only by sheer luck did I avoid being crushed to death. The beast soon came crashing down on his back with an almighty crash. The only issue it seems with large targets is that it takes a lot more than just one small dagger to outright kill them. I simply retrieved the devil and ran, not stopping to check if it was actually dead or possibly just unconscious. Heck, it could still be out there somewhere. Isn't that a curious thought?

“And so I ran, and I ran far. Once I was out of breath I began to examine my injured wings. They were broken in many places but they would mend soon enough with the proper care. I was no medic and I was only able to get them looked at when I found a small fishing town. Good ponies, tried to kill me after a couple of days, but still they were good ponies none the less.

“And that’s that tale from beginning to end. Mind you I did leave out a few small things, a few minor details. I guess they don't really affect it too much. Although there was the issue I had with Swiftclaw’s daughter. Ha, good times. Now It may be best for all of you to retire for the evening. Already it has grown very late and the sun will not wait for you to get a proper rest. It never has. Be off with you all.”

Slowly but surely all his troops began to disperse back to their assigned tents. None of them spoke for some time, but they were in a better mood after Azzal’s story, no matter how much of it was true or not. That was one thing you could never guarantee; the reliability of the story teller. Azzal was certainly not one to be trusted lightly, a rather unpleasant character when he chose to be, but he had a certain way of appearing light hearted and opening when he chose to. Many fell for his small act, but not Sil Ran.

The First Step

The skill and craftsmanship of the Tech Priest was legendary among the Eastern Kin. Those ponies that had devoted their lives to the study of technology so that they may better their abilities to serve the crown. Some made watches while others forged weapons, all bore their own personal touch which featured in every piece. Sil Ran rarely trusted the Tech Priests, preferring to have his own weapons hammered out of basic iron components. But an alliance with the Tech Priests was essential for none can deny their skill at constructing machines of war.

Azzal Khan, advisor to the lord, handled affairs with the Tech Priest with care. When war was declared the Priests supplied a number of various tools to make siege on Canterlot. Great catapults, contraptions that hurl boulders miles upon miles in the air, cutting scores in ranks and brining towers crashing to the ground. With them they also brought crossbows, easier to use than conventional bows and far more deadly. Azzal considered himself well trained in ranged combat, but rarely engaged in such.

But when it came to the Lord of the Eastern realm, the Tech Priests would craft weapons and amour unpeered as tribute. As a result, Sil Ran bore the lightest and yet most efficient armour of all his vassals. But what truly cemented his rule was his own personal weapon of choice. The Messorem, the Talon of Pain. Crafting the iron alone took the skill of all the Tech Priests, putting it together was another task entirety. It was made to fit on one hoof, made personally for Sil Ran’s own. Within its construction were a number of sensitive pressure plates that responded to the smallest movement of his hoof. The Talon bore on it five razor sharp claws in the likeness of a dragons own. Each blade was opposable and would move as an extended limb. While it may be heavy and a little cumbersome in battle, it stood as an icon of Sil Ran’s rule. As his troops watched him tear his foes to shreds with it they learned to fear its presence. One swing could flay the skin off a pony’s flesh, hack bone into meal. It was a deadly tool in Sil Ran’s hooves.

Azzal on the other hoof was not so fortunate, bearing little in the way of gifts from the Tech Priests. He carried his Basilisk Dagger and a Tempered Iron Skirmisher but little else. It mattered little for Azzal did not lower himself to combat very frequently. That was not to say he could not fight, he was a brilliant fighter, but that does not give you an excuse to charge in like a barbarian.

The camp was slow to wake, the sun taking little head to let them sleep in. But as the captains awoke they ordered the troops to make themselves busy. Azzal on the other hoof and been summoned to the war tent along with the other generals to discuss the opening moves. Obviously he had a plan worked out in his head; it was simply whether or not he could slide it by Sil Ran with little notice.

Within Sil Ran’s tent were laid a variety or scrolls and weapons, the only clear space surrounding the table in the centre. The generals had all gathered around but did not speak a word to each other, none having caught sight of Lord Sil Ran yet. It was strange not to see him cooped up in his little corner which did leave Azzal to wonder why.

Suddenly from behind them entered the lord himself, his usual mighty posture slumped and his eyes weighed heavy. It was obvious he had difficulty finding sleep overnight. Indeed, the lord had refused to fall asleep until he was sure that only the watch were still awake. This being away from home was starting to gnaw at his fragile mind, his usual mighty self replace with the shell of a stallion.

“Pardon me from my absence; I just needed some time to stretch my legs. Let’s just get on with what we are all here for.” Sil Ran walked in and rested against the war table, his eyes quickly pouring over the maps before speaking again. “Dellas, tell them your plan off attack if you please.”

Har Dellas, second general and right hand to Sil Ran. A renowned fighter, and a capable tactician. Across his body was an intricate set of lightweight armour, covered in his robes. He stood a head taller than Azzal, being an Earth Pony, but lacked the bulk carried by Sil Ran.

“My lord. As you all know Canterlot is well situated and supplied, able to hold itself for weeks if necessary. This is why I have planned to draw them from hiding and bring them out from the city. If we choose to divert our attacks to nearby towns and villages, such as Ponyville, we can force them to come to us on open ground.”

Nods of agreement were handed around the table until it reached Azzal. He gave a rather sarcastic nod to the general before speaking. “Your strategy is commendable, Dellas, there is one flaw in your plan. IF we are to strike our foe we must lay a decisive strike, one that will give them no time to prepare or react properly. If we attack the surrounding towns then we have given them time to ready themselves and fight us on their own terms. This is what I propose, send our force at the city, bring down the gates by means of our mages, and then drive them into their own city. By slow advance we can slowly push them back into the palace, the skill of our troops mastering theirs. Meanwhile we shall send our pegasi auxiliaries through the mountain, taking them off guard. We cut off all roads and railways and stop anypony attempting to enter the city or escape. Strike the heart and the body will fall. If we kill the princess who lies in the tower above the city then total victory is ours for the taking. All of Equestria will be yours, Sil Ran, yours to turn into a new empire.”

“Azzal, calm yourself.” Dellas spoke up at the advisors words. “This is no place to be charging in without thought or reason.”

“A decisive strike will end this war before they have realised it has begun. We cannot risk the citied of Equestria uniting under one banner. They will slaughter us before we have a chance to play our hand.”

“And you propose we engage them in their own city, surrounded by fortifications?!”

“Do not question my reasoning!”

“Silence, the pair of you!” Sil Ran spoke up from the bickering stallions. “I have enough of a headache as it is without you two at each other’s throats. Onto the matter at hoof, we are well supplied and well equipped thanks to the Tech Priests. We have the means of holding Canterlot to quick and brutal siege. Soon I shall be in control of the city, soon I shall rule them and their princess shall fall. Azzal, I do not trust your motives, but your tactics are sound. We shall prepare for war and be ready by nightfall.”

“My lord, you cannot endorse such rash acts. Surely you must see that-“

“Our lord has spoken, general. You would do your best to follow what he says.” He gave him a smug smile, earning a rather harsh scowl that said ‘you win this time, bastard’.

“Now all of you, be gone for now. Go get ready or something, I don’t care.” Sil Ran waved off his generals with his out stretched hoof. “And Azzal, keep out of trouble.”

“As you wish… my lord.”

Everything's going to be fine...

The throne room in Canterlot echoed with the soft sound of hooves clopping against marble, Twilight nervously waiting for the arrival of her teacher. But she wasn't really a teacher any more was she, at least not like before. Twilight spread her new-found wings, looking at them with an uneasy gaze. Where these really necessary?

Suddenly from the entrance came the sound of voices, the door opening to reveal Princess Luna flanked by her guard. “You may leave us now.” They swiftly obeyed, closing the doors behind them as they left the two princesses alone. “So, Twilight Sparkle you are thou who believes she can be the new Princess, are we correct?”

Twilight made a rather loud gulp before speaking in a rather hushed tone. “Well, I guess so.”

The Princess of the Night did not seem all too convinced. “My sister has asked us to teach you the ways of our own household, just as you did for me a year ago. We shall address your responsibilities as they come, but for now we are simply here to briefly cover your schedule.”

“Schedule?”

“Yes, you are after all a princess. You will have certain tasks to uphold.”

Twilight nervously rubbed the back of her head, a thought still weighing heavy on her mind. “So, will I be able to return to Ponyville?”

Luna stopped her pacing and turned to face the lavender mare directly. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I assumed that since I’ll have to do all this, you know… royal stuff… I won’t be able to see my friends for a while.”

Luna stood back, almost a bit shocked. “Why of course you shall be returning to Ponyville. These tasks do not require your attendance here in the city.”

A sigh of relief was let out after the news. “Thank you Luna, I won’t let you down.”

“We certainly hope not. You are in charge of the Raising of the stars so they may shine all the brighter.”

“Well tha- wait, what? No pony said anything about raising the stars!”

Luna placed a hoof over the panicking mares shoulder. “Calm yourself, Sparkle. We shall explain all to you.” They both momentarily rested on the steps to the throne, Twilight taking a deep breath in order to keep her cool. “It has been tradition in our family for three thousand years that me and my sister are to raise the sun and the moon. After all that has happened we find that our power has lessened. Neither I nor my sister are what we once were in those days, our links to the harmony stones have been cut mong ago, be it my own doing. Cadence was a hope that we may find some balance between us, but now we see that you are what is needed. The Alicorn race will not last forever, for few are chosen and we must path a way for the next of kin.”

It was obvious Twilight was finding the news hard to take, her eyes nearly welling up with her words. “I-I’m sorry. I had no idea. Does this mean that one day you’ll…”

“Move on?” Luna stepped in, relieving Twilight of the heavy words. “Yes, someday yet to come. But do not fear, nor should any others. We will remain for many decades yet to come. Take heart, Twilight Sparkle, you have plenty of time to learn.”

Twilight rubbed her eyes a bit, realizing her groomed mane was now a bit messed up. “You’re right of course. It’s just quite a burden to bear.”

“Everypony passes in their own time; it is the inevitable fact of life. Everything changes and everything dies. We must simply choose to honor what is left behind.

“Tonight we will demonstrate how to raise the stars to you. In the morning we shall allow you lower them. It is not too difficult once you begin to get the hang of it, although when we first started it did make us a bit restless.”

Twilight seemed to have recovered well and went back to being nervous about what she had to do. “You think I can do it?”

“We know you can. After tonight you shan’t have to return to Canterlot to complete your task. You will see your friends again soon.”

“Thank you Luna.” Twilight nuzzled her affectionately, the princess only returning g a small blush.

“Well, um, yes. We must go now. Sister will be wondering what has taken us so long. Goodbye Twilight Sparkle.” Luna stood up tall once again and made her way towards the doors. Twilight brushed the hair out of her face before speaking again.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight then.”

“I can’t do this Spike, I can’t raise the stars! I’ve never done that kind of magic!”

Spike sat on the window frame looking at Twilight with a confused expression while she paced around the room. “I thought you said you were just going to be lowering the stars?”

“That’s not the point! I've never done any magic that remotely concerns constellations! What if I completely ruin everything? What if I-“

“Twilight, calm down. I though you sorted all these anxiety issues out when we were trying to impress the Games Official. Remember?”

“This is serious Spike, I can’t just solve this with a few deep breaths. I have to tread up on this, but where would I find books on raising the stars?!”

“Lowering.”

“Shut up Spike!”

The young dragon fell of his position on the window pain and slammed into the marble floor. He peeled himself off the slick surface and rubbed his temples. “Okay, okay. Just try not to be too nervous okay. Luna said she would show you how to raise them tonight and you can have a go in the morning. Simple.”

Twilight lowered the number of books in her magical grasp, shutting her eyes and lowering her head. “I just don’t want to ruin everything.”

“And you want, Celestia knew that, otherwise she wouldn't have made you a princess would she?”

“No, I guess you’re right.”

“See Twilight, you can do it no sweat. You just have to remember that the Princess believes it as well.”

Twilight hugged her assistant tightly, the dragon returning the favor. “Thanks Spike, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Heh, not a lot.”

They both shared a brief chuckle before a loud knock echoed from the doors. “Princess Twilight.” The deep voices of the guard were unmistakable. “You are required to meet Celestia at the courtyard immediately.”

Twilight opened the doors with her magic and allowed the guards to enter. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“A messenger has arrived at our gates. He claims to be that of our eastern kin.”

“I-I've never heard of any ponies beyond Equestria’s borders, except those that dwell with the griffons to the north.”

“Nor did I till this day.”

Spike ran up to Twilight's side, a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong Twi? Anything I can help with.”

Her expression turned to a more stern one that before as she turned to face her assistant. “No, you must stay here. I will be back soon, I promise. This is something I have to deal with without you, It’s my duty as a princess.”

“But-“

“No ‘buts’ spike! I have to go now.” The guards flanked both sides of her, closing the doors as they departed. Spike was left alone in their chambers, not sure if he should be worried or frightened.

“I only wanted to help.”

Terms of Surrender

“This way Princess.” The guards led Twilight down the flight of stairs, crossing the palace gardens before arriving at the inner gates. Who else would be waiting there for her than her own brother and captain of the guard.

“Shining!”

“Twiley!”

The siblings locked themselves in a quick hug before her brother turned swiftly to the matter at hoof. “Celestia requested that we both be there to meet this messenger. I don’t know what it’s about, but it can’t be anything too good.”

“Well, we’ll just have to go find out. Are you ready?”

“That’s what I’m supposed to say.” They both shared a brief laugh before they lead the guard towards the outer gates. They walked through the city without any hassle, all the residence seemingly in their homes. Not very characteristic considering the reputation behind the city. When they reached the courtyard they were greeted by the royal sisters, both giving a nod as Twilight and Shinning bowed.

“It is good to see you both, but we have pressing matters to deal with Twilight. You shall accompany me and my sister, Shinning you shall remain here with the guard should things go less that well. We do not know what to expect.

Shinning acknowledged the princesses words, although rather nervous about letting her sister take this on herself. She did have the others to back her up luckily. “What do you know of their kind? They’re just normal ponies, aren’t they?”

“Once I have more time I will explain everything. Just know that they live far off to the East, be it of their own will, braving the harsh desert. They are a grim and warlike clan, tribes almost in a constant state of conflict. Never did I expect them to return to our lands, nor under a single banner.”

“We understand Princess, we will be ready.”

Celestia smiled at Shining Armour as he strode back to prepare his guard. You had to admire his loyalty, for he was a brave soldier and captain. She turned back to face Twilight, placing a reassuring hoof on her shoulder.

“I will be with you each step of the way.”

“We shall as well.” Luna stepped up, her chest out and her head raised. “We shall act as tradition would have us do.”

“But we must be delicate. Who knows what kind of labours theses ponies have gone through? They may not treat us as kind as we may-”

Before she could finish speaking, the guards cranked open the gates. The heavy doors slowly separated revealing the three ponies who waited on the outside. They were all clad in desert gear and matted armour, but one of them seemed to stand out from the others. He was better armed than his comrades, a long skirmisher slung on his side. His mane was a dusty black and his coat a dulled white. Across his mouth he bore a calm sneer as they entered the city walls.

Celestia saw it fit that she speaks the first words, stepping forward with Twilight and Luna following swiftly. “Welcome to Canterlot our distant kin. Long it has been since any of you have walked in our fair city.”

They offered very little in response, their eyes wandered around the interior of the great city as if unaware of those standing before them. After a few seconds of silence the leader of the three stood forward, his voice taking the others off guard. It was a tone you could trust and yet you felt it like an uneasy presence.

“We are humble servants and advisers to our lord and ruler, Sil Ran, son of Sim Ran. My name is Azzal Khan, and these are my guard, Seldin and Fairel. We bear word from the high lords and generals who even now rest on your boarder.”

Luna raised her head as if to speak but Celestia quickly cut her off. “If your lords have come to talk peaceful then I respectfully request you lay down your arms. We understand your traditions, but I would not have anypony feel threatened.”

Azzal seemingly found this funny, his chuckle serving to mock the princess. “We have not come to talk peace. No, we have come to discuss the terms of our arrival, only then will we lay down our arms. For now though I think we’ll hang onto them for a while.”

The princesses were taken back by the sudden change of direction. What did these ponies want. Twilight now stepped forward to meet them, a stern look of determination on her face. “And just what are these terms?”

“A bold one aren't you, and yet still so young. I will tell you my lord’s terms, but be warned that they will not be light.

“All land on the Eastern Border is to handed to us. Canterlot shall be given as tribute to the Lord Sil Ran and all its residence to remove their presence. We will be free to practice our military operations and as such will not take orders from the monarchy. All orders are to go through Sil Ran to be denied or possibly allowed.”

Twilight stood back in almost a small state of shock, only adding to Azzal’s already wide grin. “Oh, and these terms are non-negotiable.” He said mockingly.

Luna’s look of stern confidence seemed to have faded ever so slightly, Twilight slowly backing beside her teacher for guidance. Celestia looked to her sister for help, but then quickly returned to the right mind-set.

“Surely there must be other ways to please your leader without the sacrifice of our land and our city? He cannot expect us to simply pack up and leave without a fight.”

“No Celestia, it is the force that awaits on my order that expects you to. Long have we played subject to your negligence and now we shall claim what is owed to us, whether willingly or by force.”

This was getting out of hoof far too quickly. Luna chose now to muster what she had in her, speaking up in a rather loud tone. “We refuse to meet these terms, nor do I believe his talk of an army. He comes lone with but a few guards, do not fall for his trickery sister.”

“Luna, hush.” Celestia turned to quite her sister before things turned for the worst. “Do not mind my sister, she has much yet to learn.” To this she pouted slightly.

“If you will not agree to our terms then we will have no choice. The city will be ours one way or the other, so prepare yourself. We will make sure no pony will enter nor leave this city”

Celestia’s moral fell to an all-time low as Azzal turned to face the open gates. “Wait, do not act so rashly! My ponies have not wronged yours; there is no need of this act of violence!”

“One thing you will learn very soon Celestia… is that this was never just about one city.”

Twilight had not spoken for a while and felt herself sinking deeper into Celestia’s side for comfort. She did not dare say anything else at fear of only worsening the situation. Luna seemingly was unfazed, but then no pony could trolley understand her thoughts. Celestia of all seemed the most concerned, and as the three messengers strode out the gates, she felt a very mortal chill run up her spine.

“What now, Princess?” Twilight said in a very hushed tone. Celestia did not respond.

Insanity

The sleek metallic shell of the Talon slid across Sil Ran’s hoof, it’s claws falling limply as he rested it against the desk. Even in his own hooves it became tiresome to wield after sometime, it severed more as an icon than a weapon of sorts. He had grown restless since Azzal departed for Canterlot, unable to keep his hooves fixed in position. His own mental strength was waning, for never had he been surrounded by so many of his former enemies. The tribes of the East were rallied under a single banner by means of an uneasy alliance. The promise was that of conquest, the chance of claiming a new home. Azzal had spoken much of Equestria, enchanting all he spoke to of its beauty. Oh how they longed for it. Of course it also presented the opportunity to expand Sil Ran’s wealth, but the thought of gold and jewels was no longer crossing his small mind.

Who was Azzal Khan? One day he simply wandered into the capital as if out of nowhere. No pony truly understands where he came from or why he chose to travel east, but somehow he found us. Soon he was accepted by our society, the next he was his adviser. He had not made the choice lightly, for Azzal had assisted him in finally conquering his hated rivals in a nearby tribe. He had a mind for strategy, but you were never too sure whether his motives were the same as your own.

And here he was, in a new world and on the verge of full scale war unseen by either force In many years. Sil Ran often wondered for what reason Azzal had such interest in these lands, but shrugged it off as his thoughts turned to his other rival generals. He knew that none could be trusted, all prepared to put a knife in his back should the moment arise. It was these thoughts that made Sil Ran isolate himself within his war tent, never speaking to anypony except those few to whom he gave orders. He became paranoid and erratic, he did not sleep and he did not eat.

But he could not, unless he wished to risk his soldiers turning on him. Already they began to call him weak and a fool. How dare they, he was their lord and ruler, his skill and strength unmatched. The only real threat was… Azzal.

That slimy dog, always so crafty with his words, keeping his intentions to himself. Who was he to question his rule? Would he simply have off with him when he no longer needed his puppet of a lord? He was a stranger to everypony and no pony could fully trust him. And that dagger, Azzal would kill him if he had the chance. That venom would stop his heart or close his throat. Damn that slippery fool, making a mockery of me.

There was only one answer; Azzal had to be disposed of. His usefulness was drawing to a close and soon there would be no more need of his services. He was a fine warrior, but what is a champion when compared to a king? Then it would be so; Azzal will be gone by morning and then my rule will be unquestionable. I am Sil Ran; Lord of the East and Bane of Canterlot.

The Khan on the other hoof was just arriving back at the camp as his lord plotted against him. To their tents he sent his guard, taking his time to have a meal before returning to his own. Tonight the men were less merry, their spirits dampened by the thought of war the next day. He did not blame them, but he cared little.

The generals would be eager to hear of the recent developments within the city, although there were very few words to say. Simply that the attack would proceed as planned; just as Azzal had planned.

As he finished up what was a relatively small meal he wandered towards Sil Ran’s war tent. The stars had finally risen into the sky, but they seemed to flicker and dim for they had risen later than usual. The moon seemed to glow with a soft grey light, offering no comfort to those within the city.

Pushing aside the entrance with his hoof, Azzal entered Sil Ran’s tent with a cautious step. Some of the scattered items had been reorganized and the scrolls now rested in a pile next to the bed. But there was no sign of his lord to be seen. It puzzled him at first, for once again he never left his tent. Azzal stepped further inside and took another look around in case he had missed any details.

On the desk rested the Talon of Pain, the icon of Sil Ran’s rule. What a tool it was, a true and elegant design, yet its aura was that of fear. Suddenly Azzal’s ears pricked up as he heard the sound of rustling behind him, turning only to find the lord in question waiting for him.

“Sil Ran, I did not expect you to be out.”

The large earth pony raised an eyebrow. “No, no you didn't.”

“You are in quite a state. You must try and get some sleep before tomorrow. I will inform the other generals of what I have learned in the meantime.”

“No!” A sudden outburst came from Sil Ran as he blocked the exit to the tent. “Not yet. First I must ask you a question and I want you to answer honestly.” He exchanged a harsh and imposing glare with Azzal, for even he had to admit that it was rather intimidating.

“Of course my lord.”

“Where do your true loyalties lie?”

Azzal shifted in his robes, his armor suddenly adding weight to itself. He raised a hoof as if in gesture, but suddenly drew it to his side. Before Sil Ran had a chance to react the Khan had drawn his hidden dagger and attempted to lash out at him.

Sil Ran reached out in surprise and seized his hooves, attempting to wrestle the bone dagger from his hooves. While Sil Ran was tougher and stronger, he was restless and weary, Azzal taking full advantage of his weakness. Sliding his back leg under Sil Ran’s own, he tripped the earth pony and sent him flailing towards the ground.

Azzal was on him, holding the point at Sil Ran’s throat. He attempted to push it back towards the Pegasus but he was at the disadvantage. It was now that Azzal chose to taunt him one last time.

“So predictable Sil Ran, you never learn. I have my army and I have my command, I no longer need you. You were ever so paranoid, but now it seems that it failed you when you most needed it. And now I shall have your right, I shall have your victory and I shall have… my… vengeance.”

He gave one last almighty push at Sil Ran’s neck with the dagger, the pinned lord doing the same. The air in his lungs could not muster a call for help, nor would his pride allow it. With what strength he had in him he shoved the dagger back in Azzal’s direction, glancing the side of his neck. Blood slowly trickled from the cut and the Pegasus seemed to light up with realization. He felt his blood seize up and his neck slowly swell under the strain. With one last push he drove the dagger into Sil Ran’s hear, silencing him after a small amount of struggle.

The Khan now had bigger issues to deal with, the chief being the poisoned cut on his neck. Staggering from the tent he wandered out towards the camp struggling to keep his balance. The air fled from his lungs and his eyesight blurred till all he saw was a hazy mist. Suddenly his legs gave out on him and he took a small tumble down the grassy bank. There he sprawled out across the field until the sound of panicked voiced could be heard. But it was too late, for he felt and saw no more.

Cheating Fate

Well, this certainly seemed like death. A cold black void seemed to stretch out ahead of him, no beginning nor end in sight. Was this some pony’s cruel interpretation of hell? The sheer nothingness could drive any insane. But as a distinct pain began to rapidly fill Azzal he realized that it may in fact not be his time just yet.

The strong smell of blood had filled the room, a sharp metallic aroma that seemed to trigger all kinds of warnings. The room around them was dimly lit, only a single lamp giving its light. So this wasn't death after all. No, the pain was returning to his body. Along his neck he felt a burning sensation that caused his eyes to rapidly flinch. His limbs only just started to regain proper movement. His breathing started off heavy and only became worse, almost gasping for air. The sound it made was almost a low drone, a harsh metallic sound as the air passed through where his mouth was. Azzal reached up a hoof to feel across his face, expecting to find some kind of life support, but what he found was something far worse.

Covering his mouth was a mechanical mask of sorts, a number of filters and circulatory devices constructed by the Tech Priests most likely. Straps were bound across either side of his head and up his forehead to keep it fixed in place. Inside he could feel the inner working of the device in effect, preventing his throat from collapsing in on itself. This thing was all that was keeping him alive, such a delicate thing.

After a bit of initial struggle Azzal forced himself to sit upright on his haunches. Looking around the room the images were at first inconceivable, his sight blurred by the procedure. As he slowly regained focus he found himself still in one of the war tents. They were still in Equestria then, the war continued. His neck was still in a sense of agony, only now realising that they must have had to cut it partly open to successfully complete the surgery. But now all those field doctors and Tech Priests were gone, leaving the Pegasus to entertain himself on his recovery.

From the entrance came a mare who appeared to be one of the few doctors they had, judging by the amount of blood on her coat. She did not offer much of a warm smile, in fact she seemed to be a bit startled now that she had a chance to get a good look at Azzal with his new life support.

“I see you’ve had a chance to get familiar with yourself.”

When Azzal tried to speak his voice trailed off into a series of metallic drones and hums. Swallowing a small amount of blood in his throat he tried to speak again, finding it rather difficult with restricted mouth mobility.

“It could be worse.” He voice did not have its sly tone about it anymore. All hints of that were replaced by a deep and muffled tone, seemingly adding to his intimidation. Surely only daemons spoke like that.

The mare certainly noticed, cringing slightly at his words. “Well that’s true. We’ll keep you under watch for another hour while you get used to your new respiratory system. You certainly had a close call with death. After that the generals have requested you attend the hearing of Sil Ran’s death.”

Oh right, he was dead wasn't he. Azzal did not regret having off with his idiotic lord, but he only wished he had not been so foolish as to let him strike back. The results speak for themselves.

“For now you may just want to rest while I look over things with the other doctors. The Tech Priests have already gone over your life support and guarantee its efficiency although they plan on doing slight modifications and upgrades to it ever now and then.”

“So I’m one of their little test projects.”

“Well it seemed like the most convenient time to test out this new technology. It has the potential to save hundreds of lives once they work out how to simplify it. But enough on that for now, if you need anything else just give me a shout. I’ll be just in the other tent.”

“Will do, now go.”

After an hour had passed and the doctors felt comfortable with letting Azzal go out on his own, the old warrior turned up at the war tent to meet with the other generals. Sil Ran’s body had been long cleared and the room cleared and organised. Around the table sat the same tribal and military leaders under Sil Ran’s rule, all of them casting Azzal a harsh glare as he entered.

“Azzal Khan, it’s about time you arrived. We will be brief then.” Har Dellas stood up among the generals and addressed the new arrival, flinching a bit at the sight of his modification. “We simply wish to run over last night’s events so that we can clear this up before proceeding with any plans of war. Surely you can understand.”

The Khan sat down around the table with his fellow ponies, looking across to meet Dellas’ gaze, the slow drone that crept into his voice serving to further intimidate those around him. “If that is all you wish to know then. I returned to Sil Ran after my journey to Canterlot to discuss the terms of surrender. They denied them and so bring war upon themselves. As for Sil Ran he gave me little chance to explain for he was on me. Pulling the knife from my side he attempted to drive it through my throat, almost succeeding. But I managed to fend him off, even if that means he is now dead.”

All the generals exchanged weary and somewhat worried glances to each other, none daring to question Azzal’s word. Finally the mare known as Arin Suladan spoke up, but not to oppose him.

“Azzal has proven his loyalty in the past and he has lead us this far without fail. Many of you may not trust him, but I can say he has done a damn amount more of leading-.”

Dellas quickly interrupted. “Sil Ran was champion, he lead us to an age of prosperity in the east. I would not scoff at this so swiftly.”

“All that prosperity brought us more famine and death. Azzal has lead us to a new world that is fertile and aplenty with resources.”

Dellas sat back and looked at the mare with a scowl and then back to Azzal. “It seems that you have a follower. So be it then; the council will vote on who shall take up temporary command as till such time as we may hold a formal appointing."

He spoke again with a slight sneer in his tone. “Now, who objects to Azzal Khan taking command?”

They did little to speak out against him, Azzal looking across the table with a menacing stare. It was hard to keep him in sight for a few seconds without felling the need to turn away.

“So it is settled then; Azzal will seize control of the vassal s and coordinate the attack on the city. May the gods look favorably upon us.”

If it was possible for the Khan to let out a slight smile under his mask, then that was exactly what he was doing. After years of clawing his way through rank and rivalry he had finally reached the stage where he had an army of near thousands under his command. Now his plans would be fulfilled and all opposition crushed. Whatever plans Azzal Khan held they certainly would not favor any.

Sweet Dreams

Twilight promptly resumed her panicking as soon as the Princesses returned to the inner palace. She seemed to pull at her mane lightly and spoke erratically.

“This is my fault. I should have said something but no. All I did was sit back and let oyu guys deal with it. Some kind of Princess I am.”

“Twilight!” Shining Armour spoke up in louder than expected voice. “Knock it off, you’re being ridiculous. There was nothing to be done.”

“Your brother is right, Miss Sparkle.” Luna kept her usual stoic look despite of recent events. “You did all you could. Now it is simply own to our next actions.”

“But I don’t know what to do now. That colt made a threat against Canterlot and its ponies.”

Celestia held her head low, her mane losing some of its shimmer. When she spoke it seemed to lower the spirits of everypony in the room. “I shall see to it that no pony is harmed. My sister and I shall take council for now. Shining, assemble what guard you can, We may need to call upon them soon.”

The guard stallion stood to attention on the sound of his name. “Yes your majesties.” He marched out the door quick time, setting off to the barracks to rally the troops. Luna closed the heavy palace doors with her magical aura and stood back at her sister’s side.

“In times like these we feel it may be necessary to fall back on the old codes of battle. We must send out messengers in all directions, aid will come to us if we need it.”

“That may not be possible sister. The messenger said that they would keep watch of the city. I fear that anypony who attempts to flee will meet a worse fate. It is too great a distance to teleport and far to risk to journey through the mountain pass.”

“If we have no way of letting our allies know of this war then how do you expect to fight it.”

“I would prefer not to entirely, but it seems I have very little choice. I shall raise the shield over the city, to protect her. It will not stop them indefinitely but it will bide us some time. If only we had a way of getting word to Cadence in the north. The Crystal Empire is more than capable of holding its own in battle, but it is too far away.”

“Well, there’s always Spike.” Celestia and Luna remembered that they were no longer the only royalty in the palace anymore, turning to face the lavender mare. “Well, what I mean is that Spike is able to send messages without detection. We may be able to get word to Cadence.”

“While your reasoning is sound, Twilight, I doubt Spike would be able to send a message such a distance. But he may be of some help yet. If we can send word to your friends in Ponyville then we have a small chance.”

“Of course! We can ask them for help! They can head north on the train to-“

“Not by train.” Luna cut into her sentence abruptly. “We fear that those lines may not be safe to travel at this moment. If what the messenger says is true, then he will have this place under close guard. If your friends are to make in north then they will have to make it on foot.”

“I’m sure they’re more than capable of doing it.”

“The question is not if they are capable, it’s whether or not we have that much time.”

A very audible gulp came from the young princess as the realisation began to sink in. “But surely it’s worth a try. Rainbow could fly there with no problem and be back with help. We can trust them.”

Celestia admired her student’s eagerness. If anypony was to be trusted with this mission, Celestia was glad at least that it rested with Twilights friends. “Then it shall be so. Spike shall send word to Ponyville. In the meantime we must prepare ourselves for the worst. We have no way of telling of how many vassals we may be dealing with. I hope to be able to restarts negotiations but I’m not getting my hopes up. Twilight, see to it that Spike has the message sent as soon as possible. Afterwards we shall attend to out royal duty as it has been for many years. Be sure that you rest well Twilight, for you never know what tomorrow may hold in store.”

Before Twilight rushed off to send her message, Celestia and Luna took her out onto the highest balcony. From here they could see across the entire valley bellow, from the Saddle Lake to the forests of Whitetail. It was truly beautiful at sunset. Celestia’s horn gently glowed and the sun did as it was commanded, drifting to sleep behind the distant hills. Luna rested a hoof on Twilight's shoulder, her horn began to imitate the same soft glow and raising to moon to its peak. Twilight tried to concentrate, her mind struggling to find its grip. Her horn seemed to glitter a bit and it was evident she was struggling. Luna closed her eyes and lent her help. Together they lit the stars in the sky and scattered them across the deep blue canvas. It was something to behold, but Twilight's first efforts were of course in need of some practice and perfection.

The three princesses trotted back inside with a silence hanging over them. Luna soon departed down the stairs leaving Celestia and Twilight to remain in the palace halls. Neither seemed to speak for a while, almost contempt to remain still, until the lavender mare felt the weariness of day creep up on her.

“I guess I better have that letter sent off now. I’ll try and be as clear as I can.”

“Do what you must Twilight.

She began to move into a slow Canter to reach her quarters, only turning to face her teacher once again. They exchanged a light smile as Twilight gave her farewells. “Goodnight Celestia.”

“Good night Twilight. Pleasant dreams.”

Friends in Higher Places

“Come on Fluttershy! Rarity said we needed to see her now and you’re taking forever!” Rainbow shouted from the doorstep. She’d been waiting out here for a few minutes now and was starting to get rather impatient.

“Just one second Dash.” Fluttershy called out from her window. The rainbow mare let out another frustrated groan before facehoofing.

“How long does it take for one pony to get ready?”

Suddenly she could hear from inside the sound of hooves touching steps. It’s about time. Soon the door swung open to reveal the yellow Pegasus inside. She hid behind her mane ever so slightly but couldn't help but let her smile creep up onto her face.

“Come on Flutter’s, we have to-” Rainbow cut herself off when she looked at Fluttershy, her pink mane falling softly by her side and her face seemed to emit radiant glow.

Fluttershy turned her head in confusion. “Yes Dash?”

“What? Oh right, we have to go now.”

“Okay, hopefully we’re not too late.”

“Meh, Rarity won’t mind if we’re a bit late I’m sure.”

The two Pegasi took to the sky, Rainbow at first gathering quite a bit of speed but managed to slow down a bit as to not leave the yellow mare behind. Fluttershy seemed be a little uncomfortable, but having her friend next to her kept her confidence up.

It didn't take as long as first expected to reach the Carousal Boutique, the two Pegasi landing just outside the doorstep. It was an odd meeting place but they weren't one to question their friends. Fluttershy raised a hoof to knock on the door but was swiftly cut off when Rainbow simply entered without taking head. The door was unlocked and it seemed everypony else was waiting for them inside.

“Hey guys, sorry we’re a bit late.” Dash took a seat next to Pinkie Pie, the ecstatic mare giving her a tight hug before being shrugged off. Fluttershy joined her friend, trying not to interrupt whatever was being said.

“That’s quite alright darling.” Rarity seemed to be in an off mood, almost as if she was simply faking a pleasant appearance.

“Is everything okay?”

Rarity waved off the comment. “Sure, everything’s fine.”

“Ah’m not buyin' it.” Applejack cut in. “What’s on your mind Rares?”

“Nothing gets past you girls does it? Fine, I shall reveal all to you. This morning I received a letter from our dear friend Twilight-”

“Ohhh, that’s so cool! How’s she doing? I mean we only saw her the other day but it feels like it’s been so long since I last said hi. I’m going to have to throw a welcome back party when she comes back!”

“Now may not be the right time for parties Pinkie.” Rarity levitated a small scroll in front of her into view, earning an odd look from the ponies around her. “Recently a threat has been made against the city, and I fear Twilight may be caught in the middle of it.”

Dash seemed to look confused by this statement, almost rushing forward and grabbing the letter herself. “Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?!”

Fluttershy sunk further into her mane, ever so slightly leaning against the Pegasus next to her. “D-does that mean Queen Cr-chrysalis is back?”

“I wish I could say so, at least we would have some idea of how to defeat her. According to Twilight’s letter those that made the threat are in fact other ponies. The traveled from the Far East maybe in hopes of claiming new land. I wish I could be more helpful but the letter appears to be written in haste. The details are very sketchy.”

“What kinda’ ponies would just get up and attack their own kind? They aren't right in the head.” Applejack grumbled to herself loud enough for the other to hear.

Pinkie on the other hoof seemed a bit okay with the situation. “Well then it’s simple; we just wield the Element of Harmony against them and ‘boom’, we save the day, have a party and everypony wins.”

“I don’t believe it’s that simple darling. She made it rather clear what she wanted us to do in her letter. She did ask us to bring our Elements but she asks for a favor.”

“Ah’m not sure Ah follow.”

“Just read it for yourself.”

‘I hate to ask anything from you girls, especially when it puts you at risk, but it seems I have no other options. Cadence is currently visiting the Crystal Empire in preparation for the Equestrian Games. We have no way of leaving the city or getting word out to her. If any of you could travel north and let her know of what is happening then I would be most grateful. Bring the Elements of Harmony as well. I don’t know if they’ll be any help but it’s worth a shot.’

‘Rainbow, I know you’re an excellent flier, please be as quick as you can. I don’t know how long we have till they arrive and I don’t want to risk it. Although I try to deny it I’m scared, no, I'm terrified. I don’t know what else to do. Just look out for each other, okay?.’

“Ah think Ah’ve seen enough.” Applejack sat back down on her haunches, looking a bit gloomier that a few minutes ago.

Pinkie was visibly less cheerful, her mane losing some of its bounce. Fluttershy was now entirely pressed up against her protector, Dash didn't seem to mind too much. Rarity rolled up the scroll with her magic and set it back down before addressing everypony again.

“I think we know what we have to do.”

“No.” Dash spoke up, giving Fluttershy a surprise. “We have to help Twilight as fast as we can. You read how scared she is, we can’t just leave her to face this herself.”

“And what do ya propose?”

“I say we split up. I’ll fly to the Crystal Empire while you girls head to Canterlot. You’ll just slow me down any other way.”

Rarity shook her head at Dash’s words. “We can’t even get into the city. Twilight said that they couldn’t get anypony in or out thanks to the enemy. We’re going with you Dash.”

“We can’t all go together Rarity. The best chance of getting help in time is to fly, something which most of you can’t do.”

“We won’t be simply left behind to let you face this yourself.”

“Um, can I say something?” Everypony turned to face Pinkie as she spoke in an uncharacteristic tone.

“Of course darling, no pony’s stopping you.”

“We could get inside Canterlot.”

All the girls looked at each other with confused expressions. “What could you possibly mean?”

“I have an idea. We have the balloon, don’t we? If Dash goes off to get help from the Empire then we can just fly over to Canterlot. It sounds like Twilight could really use a friend right now to support her.”

Rarity seemed to think hard at the idea, but something still didn’t sit right. “I- I didn’t think of that, I still don’t like the risks.”

Dash hovered in mid-air as she addressed all her friends. “We have to take the risk if we are to help Twilight and all of Canterlot. If we don’t act fast then there won’t be a city to save.

“Pinkie, it was your idea to use the balloon, you’re in charge of getting everything ready for the journey and flying everypony there.”

The pink party pony perked up a bit at Rainbows words, giving a rather goofy salute. “Okie Dokie Lokie!”

“Applejack, you go with Pinkie and keep them safe. You’re tough enough to keep anypony off your backs no sweat.”

“Mighty kind of ya. Fine, Ah’ll go.”

“Rarity, Twilight’s going to need you with her, and you’re the only other unicorn we have here so we’ll need you as well.”

“I still don’t like the thought of rushing into the deep end, but if Twilight needs me then I’ll do anything it takes.”

“Good, and I’ll start flying north to get help from Cadence in the Crystal Empire. Sound like a plan?”

“Sure does.”

“Aye aye!”

“As good as we’ve got.”

“What about me?” A small timid voice came from behind Dash, causing the rainbow mare to quickly turn in surprise.

“Oh, yeah… Fluttershy. Um, you can…” Rainbow looked to her other friends for help, but they offered nothing in response. “Okay, fine. You can come with me. Just don’t slow us down.”

“A-are you sure Rainbow. I mean, I’m certainly nowhere fast enough to keep up with you, and if the entire city is depending on our help I think I’ll just be in the way.”

“Don’t say that!” Dash covered her mouth when she realized that may have come out a bit loud. “Look, I need you to trust me with this. Canterlot needs you to do this, Twilight needs you. I… need…”

She was silenced when Fluttershy placed a yellow hoof over her mouth. She let out a warm smile as she let her go. “If you think I can do it then that’s all I need.”

“Great!” Dash turned on the spot. “So we’re all in agreement?!”

“Ah’d say so Sugercube.”

“Okay team, let’s get moving!”

Damned

The science of necromancy was not a new thing to the ponies of the east. Across the villages and deserts many magical and radical cults had risen, some even attempting to seize power. While many of these fanatic unicorns were killed some have survived long enough to pass down their dark practices to others. If a general is lucky he may be able to use them in battle, their unpredictable nature making them hazardous to friend and foe.

Dellas was one of these few. Long ago he had imprisoned a number of cultists within his village. His guard hunted down each and every last individual, locking them away till they proved useful. Under Azzal’s own council Dellas had been convinced to have a few of these psychopaths brought across the sea. Chained in place and under constant watch, they would not be realized until the battle was underway.

But they have far more applications than simply charging in blindly. Necromancy is not restricted to acts of inflicting harm. Their connection to the underworld was unquestionable, sometimes acting as hosts to their unholy forms. It was this that gained the interest of many generals, but many were too frightened to be in the same room as those loons. All it seems except one.

Azzal Khan carried in his hoof the long metal construct formally of Sil Ran. The Talon of Pain was a symbol of everlasting rule and an iron grip, Azzal sought to make it more. A tool such as this should be made to evoke fear in their enemies, breaking their formations and running in terror. As a last resort he had gone to the Necromancers, chained within the ships off shore.

Once Azzal was on deck he commanded his guard not to follow him, entering the brig alone. They gave him a variety of nervous looks but agreed none the less. Down the creaking steps he slowly entered the prison. Shrieks and squeals echoed around the room, these mad ponies acting in a way that resembled a panicked animal. But out of them one rested on his haunches, his face a grim visage to behold. Azzal wearily approached this pony, a watchful eye for any unexpected movements.

As he neared closer the Necromancer turned to face him, his white eyes focusing in on the stallion. His coat had faded to a dull white along with his mane, as if all the color and emotion had been drained from his body and mind. His voice echoed in a low drone, one that even caused Azzal to flinch.

“Why have you come?”

Azzal rested the Talon of Pain in front of him, the Necromancer raising an eyebrow at the intricate piece of technology. “I desire to inspire my allies… and drive fear into the hearts of my enemies. I know that you have ways of doing so.”

“The art of necromancy is a dangerous one, it’s toll is high upon the mind. I have seen the dead and all the power beneath this world. I may indeed be of some aid to you.”

“Show me.” The words muffled by his mask fell flat, the Necromancer not moving an inch.

But suddenly he drew up his hooves, reaching forward to the talon. Seizing it in both hooves he began to mouth words of a forgotten language, the low hums of his voice escaping as he did so. Without warning the metal talon burst into flame, its surface becoming red hot. The Necromancer began to chant louder as he progressed, Azzal taking a cautious step back.

The next second the flames were gone, the talon emerging without any damage. Placing the device back down on the ground, the Necromancer finished off his spell.

“You ask to be feared then I give you the tool to do such. To this weapon I have bound the undead, souls that have never found peace. On your whim they will leap out and strike down their targets in a baptism of flame. They are always hungry, they are always thirsty, and they will burn all in your path.”

“Your words are hollow until they are tested. You claim to have bound the spirits of the deceased to this talon, I will see it myself.”

Azzal left without another word, seizing the talon in his hoof and leaving the Necromancer to linger in the brig. “Remember Khan, my loyalties are not to you, only to the gods. Every life that is taken only feeds our cause. The more you kill the stronger we get.”

These words fell on deaf ears for Azzal had long left him to rot. On deck the wind had begun to pick up, the day beginning to grow late. It would soon be time, when morning came they would march to Canterlot, to war.

Azzal could feel an unnatural surge of energy within the Talon, placing it over his hoof and sliding it into place. The claws began to move as an extended limb, effortlessly able to predict his movements. But that was not all. The iron began to glow a pale red, the heat emitted from it climbing by the second. Without warning fire began to leap forth from his outstretched hoof, its tongue lashing out at the air. His guards ducked for cover as the possessed flames searched for the souls to consume. Azzal clenched his hoof, retracting the claws and causing the flames to disperse. It would take plenty of mental strength to keep it under control; he would have to stay focused.

He slid off the talon, letting the outside cool as he rested it against the deck. The Necromancer had not lied; the undead had indeed possessed the weapon, turning it into an icon of terror. Azzal could not hold back a slight chuckle; under his mask he wore a devilish grin. The perfect tool for what was to come.

“Soldiers!” Azzal stood atop a boulder that jarred out from the coast, tall enough so that all may see his speak. His mask presented difficulties but added to his dominance.

“Rest well and train hard, for tomorrow we march to war! Tomorrow we begin our road to the end! The walls of Canterlot will crumble under our strength, their towers will topple to the ground! Their troops will flee before the thundering hooves of our advance! Tomorrow… we write the end time!”

Raising the Talon of Pain into the air the flames burst forth like a pillar of unholy light, extending skyward, screeching with the voices of a thousand souls. All watched in amazement and awe at the feat, all beginning to cheer for their leader. They were under his command, his protection, his sway. Azzal had done the impossible; he had claimed an army to his own.

One Last Farewell

The message that Dellas had received was rather vague, not offering more than a meeting point and a time. And so here he was, trotting towards one of the many camped tents along the coast. The tide was slowly moving in as the sun gave way to Luna’s moon, the stars flickering into life once again. The camp seemed to fall into a dead silence only broken by occasional thump or clang of a weapon. Every soldier had either retired for the evening or was simply passing the time outside.

They gave rough salutes as Dellas passed them by, the general offering a nod in return. He did not expect such formalities, but it was fine to receive them. His desert robes almost felt uncomfortable after so many days of preparation, his pace only slowed by the dragging of cloth on the shore. After some time he reached his destination, a tent that in no way stood out from the masses. Dellas tread carefully into the confined space, taking a quick observation of his surroundings.

Nothing seemed out of place for a soldier’s accommodation; a few weapons, pieces of hammered armor, tickets from home. But in the corner stood a hooded figure, their face hidden behind a veiled shadow.

“You are you? Why did you summon me here?”

The figure began to stir, reaching a hoof and sliding the hood off her head.

“Arin?” Indeed, for before him stood the unicorn mare herself. Quite a graceful sight, even in full body armour. Her pail blue coat worn by the many years in the desert, her grey mane falling softly at her sides in no particular style.

“I needed somewhere more private to talk to you.”

Dellas took on a rather confused expression, his head slightly tilted to the side. “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh get a grip of yourself, for goodness sake.”

“Sorry, it’s just that-“

“Can we move on with this?”

“Oh, right. Continue.”

Arin cleared her throat and stood a little more into the light. Flicking a few strands of loose hair off her face before speaking. “It’s about Azzal, the adviser.”

“You mean our new Lord. Yes, I've heard enough about him to know he’s not the one to be trusted lightly.”

“There’s something more to him though, something we've been too foolish to understand.”

This really hadn't helped to solve the confusion that haunted Dellas. “What are you saying.”

“What I’m saying is that he’s been playing us for fools. What if he tricked Sil Ran into giving him the position just so he could dominate the other clans? What if this whole war was just him trying to accomplish some kind of goal?”

“I don’t understand what kind of pony would go to such lengths? I know that he’s seen many sights and fought many wars but very little else. What could we have missed?”

“Listen, I saw him today. I saw him use dark arts that haven’t been used by any natural unicorn in decades. That was necromancy.”

“Necromancy? But what does this all mean?”

“Use your head. Azzal Khan has been using Sil Ran from the beginning and now he’s using us. He has an army at his hooves and now a weapon of the undead. Whatever he’s trying to do we aren’t exactly putting up any resistance.”

Dellas thought hard for a second, his very few encounters with the Khan giving him very little to work with. “My clan was defeated by Sil Ran’s forces and Azzal by his side. Now here we are on the shores of a new world… about to go to war once again.

“He is a slippery stallion; his words had us all at his whim. He scuttled his way past our doubts and suspicions. But why, what does he hope to accomplish?”

Arin gave a quick glance at the ground before responding. “I don’t know, but we can’t sit by and watch anymore. We have to do something.”

“Like what?”

“In the end we need him, we cannot have our victory without him. But once the battle is nearly over we have a chance to be rid of him, stop whatever goal he hoped.”

“It’s not as simple as sneaking up behind him with a dagger.”

“Then we have to try something else.”

“Everything good to go Pinkie?” Rarity seemed in better spirits than earlier, her main regaining some of its lost sheen after a much needed grooming.

“Yesiree, I’ve packed everything we could every possibly need for a trip to Canterlot. I have cupcakes, pies, muffins, steamers-“

“Yes that’s all very well, but what about clothing and travel gear?”

“Pppphh, we don’t need any of that stuff where we’re going. We’re just going to visit Twilight, no matter what the circumstances.”

“Just make sure your things don’t take up all the room in the balloon. That means no Party Cannon.”

Pinkie stroked her wonderful creation lovingly, as if it were a sad puppy. “But he gets all lonely when I’m gone.”

“Just deal with it.”

No sooner had they finished Applejack came cantering down the road from Sweet Apple Acres. Her saddle bags were filled to the brim with what appeared to be a random assortment of apple treats with the occasion piece of clothing thrown in.

“Evening girls, lovely weather we’re having tonight.”

Rarity turned to greet the farmpony, the perfect opportunity for Pinkie to find somewhere discrete to hide her Party Cannon.

“Oh Applejack, it’s god to see you. Ready to go?”

“As ever. Ah can’t wait to see our friend again. Ah hope she aint too stressed about all that princess stuff, and that other thing…” The end of her sentence seemed to trail off a bit, Rarity putting a reassuring hoof on her shoulder.

“Now don’t you worry about any of that darling, let’s just focus on getting in the air. Speaking of which, have either of you two seen Rainbow Dash or Fluttershy yet?”

She was met by two shaking heads, Pinkie attempting to not look too suspicious. “I guess we’ll just have to wait a little longer for them to arrive.”

“No need for that.” A sudden whir of blue skidded in front of Rarity and stopping directly in Applejacks face. “We’re here.”

Applejack playfully shoved the rainbow mare out of her face, earning a small chuckle. “Good to see ya Dash. Haven’t seen ‘Shy have ya?”

“Of course, she’s right here with me. Oh, I might have gone a bit faster than I thought. She’ll be here soon.”

“You really shouldn't go leaving her behind like that all the time, she’ll need you with her.”

“Yeah yeah, I get it. Look, here she is now.”

Fluttershy softly set herself down next to her friends; carry both hers and Dash’s saddle bags. “Hey girls, sorry I was a bit late. I hope you understand…”

“Of course darling, hopefully Dash will learn to slow down in future and not leave you to make your own way.”

“Oh but it’s no bother. It’s not her fault that I can’t keep up with her.”

Pinkie then jumped in between the bickering mares in her usual upbeat manner. “Can we just save this for some other time; we have a balloon to catch.”

“Yes, yes alright then. Come Applejack we have matters that require our immediate attention.”

“I hear ya Rare’s. Let’s get goin’.”

They all exchanged a few quick hugs, none of them aware that it could be the last time they see one another. It seemed like simply another farewell, another simple trip.

“Well, me a Fluttershy better get started, Twilight’s counting on us and I don’t plan on letting her down.”

“Good luck Dashie!” Pinkie called out as she released the balloon from the ground. “Have a safe flight!

“You too guys!” She called back, gesturing to Fluttershy to catch up. The yellow Pegasus quickly pushed herself off the ground and hovered next to Rainbow Dash.

“Here’s your saddle bags, we’re in for a long journey.”

“I know, just try not to go too slow, okay?”

“Alright Dashie.”

To War

Despite everything that was happening, despite all that laid ahead, Celestia always found the strength to bring out the sun. It’s true light was hidden behind a wall of grey. Dawn set upon the peaceful land of Equestria for what may be the last time, for today would begin the end.

The camp stirred slowly at first, not a song was sung and not a voice was heard above the slow clatter of the morning. Breakfast was a brief affair, thoughts immediately turning to the battle ahead. Armour was fitted and swords sheathed. Across the coast a great thicket of spears began to rise from the sands. The Generals moved in silence, watching the assembly from a close distance. No joy, no fear, no emotion was shown upon these soldiers faces. They would go to war with no certain fate in mind.

Banners flew among the ranks, shreds of cloth that slowly flew in the breeze. Their united emblem embodied on its surface; the star clutched in the talons of a dragon. What meaning it once had was lost to these ponies, whatever it was founded on lost to the years. It served now as a symbol to rally behind, each clan fighting for the greater cause, no matter what that cause may be.

From his tent strode the Lord Victorious, Azzal Khan. A pony of such clouded intentions. His armor protected his shoulders, chest and legs . Across his body he wore the traditional desert robes that Si Ran had once adorned. With his spear clutched in one hoof and the Talon of Pain in the other, he was quite a sight indeed. His mask made slow mundane drone with each breath he took, his eyes flinched as a small ray of sun broke through the overcast. Just as quickly had the glimmer of light appeared it vanished.

Now here they stood before him; eight hundred souls clad and ready. Each had been trained since foalhood, all knew what they were about to face. At the head if the force stood the seven Clan Leaders, the Generals of the force. And at their head stood Azzal Khan, the shadow he cast covering all before him. He flared his wings as he began to speak once more.

“My Generals, my brothers and sisters, my soldiers! All of you! The dawn has arrived… the time has come at last! But not for us, not yet! Let the drums be beaten, let the horns be sound; for today we march to our city, our glory!”

The once silent ranks threw up their spears in cheer, the name of their lord echoing down the vale and far off. Raising his hoof he held the Talon aloft, drawing yet louder chants from those before him.

“To glory!”

“To glory!”

Azzal looked to his Generals as he lowered his hoof, each offering a solemn nod. They were ready. Dellas looked across to Arin, her expression hidden behind a veil of cloth, her mane tied up at the back of her head.

“March!”

And so it began, the slow advance west. The final stages of their journey were coming to a close. Each would lay down their life at the promise of victory, of a new land for their ponies. Eight hundred strong would march out against a fortress, a tyrant as their guide.

After hours of trekking through forest they crossed the river, taking a moment to cool off and rest their hooves. Canterlot was a few hours march ahead, all needed to be fit and ready for whatever was lying in wait.

Arin wandered the shoreline for a few minutes, only stopping once for a quick drink. Dellas caught her in his sights, swiftly moving to speak to her.

“You seem quite calm about this.”

The young mare looked up to meet the stallions gaze. “As does everypony here.”

“I guess so.”

Arin tossed aside her veil, looking up to Dellas with a rather irritated expression. “What do you want? Now is not really a time of idle chat.”

“You said you wanted him gone, we’re kind of running out of options the more we wait.”

“Give it time, we still have a war to fight. We need him if we want any chance of succeeding.”

“So you only plan to keep him alive till his usefulness runs dry.”

Arin patted Dellas on the shoulder. “Exactly, now can we drop it? I am in no mood to discuss such things”

“It was your plan. I still wonder why you even need me if you have this under control.”

“Because there is a chance one of us might not survive this battle. It’s safe to keep backup. That, and you seemed out of all the other leaders to be the most… suspicious of Azzal. Suspicion is good, it keeps us alert.”

Well, there’s that explained. “I guess there is some reason in your words, but what if we were to both perish in this war? What happens then?”

“Then we pray that he too perished along with us. Unless you wish our civilization to be ruled by a manipulative tyrant try and stay alive.”

Their brief rest drew to a close, the journey still ahead. Azzal had taken the chance to rest and recover as well, his top form needed if he was to lead the siege. His armor weighed him down, his sword banged his sides and his spear was awkward to wield. The Talon remained at his side, slung in a leather saddle bag along with an assortment of weapons and personal provisions. Hidden beneath his robes rested his most prized weapon, so much it was concealed from view. The Basilisk Dagger was one of his deadliest weapons his arsenal had to offer, yet the most underestimated. Maybe yet he would have a chance to prove its efficiency in battle.

Dellas wielded a short skirmisher and little else. He was not famed for his combat ferocity, more his role as a leader of trade and governing. That was up until Sil Ran conquered his clan with the aid of Azzal. Of course most troops carried a random assortment of daggers and Dellas was no exception to this. It always paid to be practical.

But even among the troops they carried a diverse range of weaponry. Some unicorns carried bows with which they operated with their magic. Many Pegasi carried swift and lightweight spears. These were designed to be thrown from the sir and still be effective in combat. But the most favored weapons it seemed of them all was the pike and skirmisher. As one they fought with a quick ferocity, as a group they fought in unison, each attack coordinated with his the pony next to him. These techniques have been handed down through generations of soldiers.

The chance to put these codes to the test was rapidly approaching, for in the distance they could see the spectacle that was Canterlot. Its towers glimmered in the faint rays of sun; its banner flew high in the mountain breeze. The valley it rested in was a beautiful place, its field lush and full, the trees reaching tall. They halted briefly, many to simply admire what was ahead, others to plan out their attack first hoof.

They rallied with their scouts who had been stationed on the border. The railway had been sabotaged, the train lying in a wreaked heap. It was too late for their enemy to send for help, none would arrive in time. Azzal grinned under his mask, steeping out into the valley in front of them.

But from Canterlot came one last resistance. A golden light glowed from the palace above, its sheer brightness forcing many to shield their eyes. Then a great bubble began to materialize in front of the city, slowly encasing it in a shield of magical protection. Azzal cursed his ill fate. Damn those Alicorns.

“Now what?” Dallas spoke up from behind Azzal. The intimidating stallion turned on spot and eyed down the general. His malice built up into words, his anger escaping in his tone.

“I will bring it crashing to the ground...”

Left Behind

A warm trickle of light slowly engulfed the yellow pegasi, her sleeping form resting against the bark of an old oak tree. As drops of dew collected in its leaves one fell upon her nose, causing it to twitch and stir. Her eye’s slowly slipped open, quickly shutting with sudden flash of sunlight. Stretching her wings out she could feel all the aches and pains of sleeping rough vanish, the small water droplets running down and soaking her feathers. The yellow mare let out small timid yawn as only she could, her eyes finally adjusted to the bright of day.

Around her she could hear the chirping of swallows and the buzzing of bumble bees, the setting a tranquil escape. But there was one thing still missing, something she couldn’t place her mind on. Of course, how could she forget? Her eye’s desperately searched the trees around her, the forest ahead offering no sign.

“Rainbow?” Fluttershy let escape her lips, the call for help little more than a whisper among the many others. Had she left her behind?

“Rainbow?!” He head began to rush with random thoughts as she quickly began to hover around the clearing. There was still no sight of her companion. She was gone. The timid pegasus felt her eye’s slowly pool with tears, her lip quivering uncontrollably.

“Oh Fluttershy, you always did… just slow her down.” Giving in, Fluttershy set herself down on the ground; her head hung low and her mane dragging in the wet grass. It was these moments where she simply wanted to just give up and go home. What place did she have in all this? What use was she in a world so big?

“Hey, you’re awake finally!” Fluttershy’s ears pricked up slightly at the voice of her friend, her eyes searching eagerly for any sign of her.

Across the small clearing landed the charismatic mare, her mane ruffled and unkempt, her eye’s still full of determination. “Didn’t miss me too much, did ya?”

Her answer was given when the yellow mare rushed up and hugged her tightly, nuzzling her neck affectionately and holding back tears. “I guess that means yes then.”

They both shared a small chuckle before Rainbow Dash’s voice became one of concern, looking at her friend curiously. “What’s gotten into you ‘Shy? I was only out to check if the sky ahead was clear. Should be smooth sailing from here to the Crystal Empire.”

“I just… Oh Rainbow, just warn me next time you’re about to do something like that. I-I was afraid you just left me behind, that you just didn’t want me with you.”

Rainbow rested a sympathetic hoof on Fluttershy’s shoulder. “Don’t think like that, I would never leave my friends hanging, especially you.”

“Just- just promise you won’t do that again without letting me know first.”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes slightly, but the soft stare from her timid friend melted away any reluctance. “Fine, I’ll let you know before I head out on my own. Just make sure that you don’t spend the whole time worrying about me, I can handle myself.”

Fluttershy pulled her back into a tight hug. “I know you can.”

“F-fluttershy! Wings!”

“Oh, um, right. Sorry.”

“We’re here!” Pinkie cheered, almost toppling out of the basket and plummeted to the ground. “Canterlot here we come!”

Rarity tried to calm the eccentric pink mare. “Yes we’re all excited darling, but please save the celebrations for when our hooves are firmly on the ground again.”

“Okie Dokie Lokie!” Pinkie went back to gazing over the edge of the basket, leaning at a rather nerve wracking angle. Rarity was about to voice her concerns but decided she was old enough o handle herself.

“Ah’m happy we’re nearly there sugercube, but what in blazes is that big sparkly thing around the city?”

Applejack was right; the city was encircled in a bulb of magical light, every building encased in its grasp. “It appears to be a magical barrier, like the one during the Royal Wedding. We should have no trouble getting through; Twilight will surely be able to let us pass.”

Suddenly Pinkie appeared from under Rarity’s hat for some strange reason. “You better hope that you’re right, because we’ve got company!”

She pointed her hoof towards the ground, waving it uncontrollably. Rarity and Applejack quickly rushed to the edge to take a look, the pink mare jumping around the basket with a rather panicked look on her face.

On the ground far below the armies of the east had gathered, their forces readying for the battle to come. The scouts scanned the air for any ponies attempting to make some kind of daring move. They were rather surprised to see a large balloon racing towards the city. With hate they flew back to their generals, giving a quick bow and regaining their breath.

From the group stepped forth Dellas, quickly followed by Azzal Khan himself.

“Speak quickly, what have you seen?”

“Th-they have flying craft, a balloon of sorts.”

Dellas looked to his other generals, their expressions rather confused and unconvinced. “He must be lying; no such craft has been invented without the means of pegasi wings.”

“I wish I was. Look!” The scout pointed his hoof the sky, the brightly coloured balloon drifting above towards Canterlot. The generals tossed around random statements of disbelief but quickly turned the matter at hoof.

Dellas quickly cantered to Azzal’s side. “Orders my lord?”

The scarred stallion turned his gaze back to the general, his eyes brining a uneasy tension. “I think it’s time we took our arsenal for a test run.”

“So that must be what Twilight was so worried about, and I can plainly see why.” Rarity said in an over dramatized voice.

“Let’s just get outta’ the sky and in Canterlot before they start gettin’ any ideas.”

“Ah, guys!” Pinkie pushed the two mares out of the way making room for herself to point furiously with her hoof. “Look out!”

A large piece of rock was slowly getting uncomfortably close to their balloon. It only seemed to occur to them that they were being targeted when it whizzed past the balloon, missing it by mere inches. “Rarity, get us out of here!” Pinkie shook the farmpony wildly.

“On it darling. Applejack, get the ropes. I’ll lower our altitude with my magic.”

“Sure thing sugarcube.”

“Pinkie, watch out for anymore for any more of those projectiles.”

Pinkie gave another salute. “Okie Dokie Lo- there it is!”

Another boulder came souring through the air, its trajectory unimpaired. Rarity and Applejack held onto the basket for dear life while Pinkie seemed to be moving erratically. The boulder made contact, scrapping the side of the balloon with an almighty rip. Air instantly began to escape from the tear, they were losing altitude fast.

Rarity reached out and clung to Applejack in a tight embrace, Pinkie soon following. As they plummeted to the earth bellow they held each other lightly and screamed for what may be there last few seconds.

A bright flash of purple encircled the three ponies, holding them in a magical grasp while the balloon continued on its path to the ground. Pinkie didn’t exactly stop screaming for a few seconds after, a deep sigh of relief escaping her. They all looked up to see what fortunate bit of luck had saved them from certain death only to find Twilight furiously beating her wings, her horn glowing and her face held in concentration. Another bright flash and they woke up within the walls of Canterlot, the palace gardens, safety.

Twilight tried to regain her breath, her tongue hanging out in exhaustion. Her friends were sprawled out on the grass, unmoving after their close encounter with death.

“Are- you guys crazy! I said go get help, not go get yourselves killed! What would happen then!” None of them seemed to respond to her small outburst, Twilight shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But never have I been happier to see you guys again.”

She galloped up to them, picking them all up and holding them in a tight hug. They all returned the gesture, but were utterly spent. “I-I’m sorry, I just wanted you guys to be safe.”

“And leave ya alone ta fight this here battle by yourself? Not a chance.” Applejack pulled herself away from the hug. “We ain’t leaving you that easy.”

Twilight looked around at three of her friends, a sudden realization coming over her. “Where’s Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy?”

“Ah… we kinda..”

Pinkie cut in, her energy returning as if nothing had happened. “They went to the Crystal Empire themselves! Isn’t that great!”

“Wait, what!?”

Militia

Twilight trotted slowly towards the throne room of Celestia, her friends following her in her step. The guards before the great doors parted to allow the princess through, their stern expressions unchanging. Twilight took a deep breath and stepped into the hall. Celestia looked up from the many scrolls and pages to see her former student trot through to see her.

“Twilight, it’s good to see you despite the circumstances. What new do you bring me, or is simply that you wish to voice some concern?”

The lavender mare rubbed the back of her head nervously. “Yeah, actually neither. You see about ten or so minutes ago-” “Hello Princess!”

Pinkie burst through the doors, Rarity and Applejack galloping after her. It was a wasted effort in the end, Pinkie bouncing towards the throne with an unnatural amount of energy.

“Sorry Twi’, we tried to calm her down, but what can ya do?” Applejack chuckled to her friend. “Maybe Celestia is in good spirits and won’t mind?”

Twilight facehoofed. “It’s okay Applejack, Pinkie doesn't mean any harm.”

“Oh, and then there were these giant rocks that went ‘Fwwwwwwwissssshhh!!!’ and we were all like ‘Whooooooaaaahhh!!!’ and Rarity was all like ‘Save me Pinkie!!!’

“I was not!”

“Okay maybe only a little bit, but still, they had rocks and were throwing them like Frisbees, bid giant Frisbees that were round and made of stone. Oh no, it’s Tom all over again!”

Celestia rested a hoof on Pinkies shoulder, forcing her to remain still for a second. “It’s okay Pinkie, you’re within the walls of Canterlot now, you are safe.”

She turned back to face Twilight, beckoning the princess to come forth. “But this news of rocks being hurled at us is concerning. Care to elaborate.”

“They’ve got some kind of war machine, I don’t know, they’re like catapults.”

Celestia though hard for a second, her eyes wandering down to the floor. Even Pinkie seemed to have calmed down a bit. “This is troubling. Let’s just hope that my shield holds until aid arrives from Cadence. In the meantime we must be ready for the worst.”

Rarity raised her head proudly as she spoke. “If there’s anything you need of us Princess you have but to name it. I’m not much of a soldier but I’m ready to knock a few heads if the need calls for it.”

“Ah’m with ya Rare’s. Consider it done Celestia.”

“Oh oh oh, me to, me to! I wanna help!” Pinkie bounced back to her friends, Rarity rolling her eyes at her friends excitement. Applejack couldn't help but giggle slightly.

Celestia on the other hoof wasn't too sure what to make of the situation. She did not wish to send the Elements to battle, her friends. But here they were, offering to do just that. She let out a deep sigh. “Okay… if that is what you want then I shall not try and stop you. Twilight, take your friends to the Barracks and having Shining Armour prepare them for battle. I want our Elements of Harmony to be well prepared for what they may face.”

“Yes your majesty.”

“Just Celestia is fine Twilight.”

“Of course… Celestia.”

The Barracks were busier than usual, and certainly more crowded. Arrayed across racks and walls hung golden armor and steel weapons. There were spears, swords, maces, daggers, everything. All unicorn crafted to the highest quality, each able to weather a thousand battles.

Shining Armour stood off to the side, watching as his guard armed themselves for war. The last time he had seen a movement like this was when the Changelings issued a threat against the city. Over three hundred guard were assembled to counter the threat, it had not been enough. Now they assembled whatever soldiers they could, desperate not to be outnumbered or outlasted.

Shining wore the traditional Captains Armour, regal violate plates with gold trim outlined his build, his helmet slung to his side. A bore little in the way of weaponry, only a small short sword for protection. The time for greater precautions would come soon.

When his own sister turned up with her friends his own heart sank a little. “So you really want to go through with this?”

“Absolutely, well at least I think so.”

“And you know what you may be facing. I doubt many of those ponies will have two thoughts about attacking you and your friends. Are you sure want to risk it.”

Twilight had to think a bit harder on this one, but she was confident in her friend’s abilities. “We’re ready. We don’t have much time so we better get started right away.”

Shining let out a sigh of submission. “Okay then Twiley. The enemy is on our doorstep so we’ll make this brief.”

The Captain of the guard indicated them towards a rack spread with various tools of war. “Over there are the weapons you may select. Choose wisely, you’re putting your lives in their hooves.”

“I choose this one!” Pinkie was already there, cradling a sickle in her hooves. “It’s so shiny and I want it.”

Shining gave a concerned look at the pink mare. “O-kay, the rest of you can go have a look. Just be careful.”

Rarity was at first rather put off by the variety of sharp objects, but eventually did as she must. It was certainly nothing extravagant, just a short bow. It was far easier to operate with magic rather than hoof and didn't involve all that rough and tumble that came with close combat. Applejack insisted that the only deadly weapons she needed were her hind legs, but with a bit of a lecture from Twilight chose a sword and shield so she’d stop worrying. Pinkie refused to let go of her new sickle and Twilight decided that she would only need as short sword, her magic easily compensating for any lack of weaponry.

The issue was that none of them had handles weapons before. Pinkie resorted to swinging hers around and pretending she was a pirate, Rarity seemed to be having issues with aiming and Applejack still was unsure about having hers in the first place. But when horns were heard in the distance all thoughts turned away from training.

Shining Armour rushed off to rally his guard, stallions and mares in full armor galloped down the streets and towards the city walls. Some begun to move civilians towards the palace while others rushed off to their defense. Applejack Rarity and Pinkie had just finished strapping on the last of their armor when Twilight teleported them back to the palace.

Even from as high as Celestia’s quarters the horns of war could be heard. From her balcony she could see them emerge from the forests and into the valley. There were so many of them, their banners flown high and proud, their spears and wall of nails. The princess cringed at the sight.

Even in armor Luna and Celestia could be seen as beautiful and regal. Celestia’s golden armor curved around her form delicately, her helm bearing the emblem of the sun. Luna’s by contrast was forged from dark iron, crafted to its utmost limits. They both wore cloaks of black silk, their mane still flowing in the non-existent breeze.

Twilight and her friends then appeared in their chambers, the others still found teleporting rather uncomfortable. The horns were heard once again in the distance, Applejack taking a rather audible gulp. “Ah don’t like the sound a that.”

Celestia turned to face the orange farm pony, now in full battle gear. “Take heart Applejack, you have your friends to stand with you.”

“And we have the princesses on our side!” Pinkie Pie cut in. “That’s like having a million ponies!”

No pony responded to her comment, but their mood wasn't helped. “We shall go see to it that Shining has the defense’s ready sister. We shall be back soon.” Celestia nodded at her sisters words.

“As you wish Luna, just be swift.” The princess of the night took to her wings and flew off the balcony and towards the front gates. The golden shield around the city still held on, but who knew for how long.

“Well…” Rarity was a bit unsure if her impute was really necessary, but she hated to see everypony down like this, especially Pinkie. “I guess we should all be strong about this, try not to be afraid.”

Celestia seemed to speak in a tone drained of emotion and spirit, much unlike her usual self. “Rarity, you would be foolish to not be scared, even I am.”

The horns were sounded again, and even now a chanting could be heard beyond the shield. They were ready. “Twilight take your friends and meet me at the second gate. I will be there soon.”

“Yes Princess. Ready girls?”

They all shook their heads in unison. “Ah don’t think so Twi’.”

Twilight let out a slight gasp before Rarity quickly intervened. “Indeed, this time we’re walking. No more teleporting for us.”

“Oh… well I guess that’s okay. Come on everypony.” Together they cantered towards the palace gates and out into the gardens.

“Good luck Twilight Sparkle!” Celestia called down from her balcony. She watched as her sun was beginning to reach its closing stages, drawing closer to the horizon. At this moment she hopped more than anything that they would see the dawn again.

Cursed Dragons Gold

No halt, no turning back. The advance had been called and together they marched against the city of Canterlot. The sound of their hooves against earth was deafening, the clattering of shields and spears ringing across the lines. Azzal Khan, lord of the Eastern Alliance, Lead the assault from the front lines. They would be relentless, they would show little mercy. Gone were the merry songs of the sea and the trees, now there was only war.

But there was yet still one last obstacle to deal with; that blasted magical shield that defended the city along with the narrow pass to the gate. No unicorn among their ranks was powerful enough to counter this spell, all save a few.

Azzal brought forth the Necromancers, the mad ponies shipped from their homeland. Their dark magic was all that could break through such magic. The overseers released them from their shackles and pointed them in the right direction and they were off like a band of wild animals.

One of the overseers spoke his worry to Azzal, but was met with less that concern. “My lord, how do you plan on getting them back under control again if they break through the shield? What’s to stop them turning on us?”

“Maybe you should be more worried about the battle ahead, overseer. The Necromancers are expendable, nothing more than the first move in the game.”

The defenders inside were helpless but to watch the events unfold beyond their walls. The Necromancers began to leech their black magic, great flurries of spells cast from their horns. On contact with the shield they appeared to do little damage, but after time the effects began to take shape. It began to erode, the magic slowly crumbling like rust in the rain. It gained momentum, the spell spreading across the barrier with a mad hunger, collapsing and decaying.

Their last hope of stalling the attack was gone, there was only one option left for the defenders. They would hold them back as long as they could. Azzal began to play his next hand, sending forth his battering ram protected by ranks of shields. The Royal Guard fired arrows and various projectiles down from the walls, many bouncing harmlessly off of iron while other found their mark between armor and flesh. The ram was a construct simply out of a fallen tree with a metal head hammered to its end, jagged iron ready to crush any obstacle. Guards galloped to the gates defense, the Earth Ponies bracing it for impact.

Like a hammer hitting an anvil, the battering ram hit the front gates. Wood began to splinter and snap from the force of the blow, the Guard doubling their efforts on the other side. From the front lines Azzal called out to his troops. “Hammer them! Bring them crashing down!”

Another solid blow was landed, locks and joints waning under the pressure. Azzal was ready to make his next move. He personally led his Pegasi Axillaries against the outer wall, tossing aside shields and bearing keen eyed spears. They swooped down and landed among the Royal Guard, begging to thin away their ranks from the shy. Azzal unleashed a torrent of lame upon the stricken defenders bellow him, landing with a solid crash. Turning on the spot he swiftly slashed the head from a guard’s body with a single stroke of the talons blades. The Pegasi were fast, deadly, but lightly armoured. The guards began to fight back, using their superior protection to their advantage. Spear and sword bounced off their golden chainmail while their strikes found their marks with ease.

The ruthless cunning of Azzal would pay off though, cornering the defenders on the walls to a standstill. They forced many to tumble off the walls and killed the others with a trust of their spears. The outer walls were theirs, the gates would be next to fall.

But just when it seemed that any hope of holding them back was gone, Luna, Princess of the Night, came to their aid. Ignoring the pleas from her sister she rushed to the front lines and did what she could. Using her magic she cast a spell upon the gates, turning wood and iron to stone in an effort to slow down the attackers. It took much of her energy, but anything to halt the advance was worthwhile.

“Azzal, the Princess is here!” One of the Pegasi called to his lord. “We can take her down while she’s vulnerable!”

It would be a risky gambit, especially with son many guards surrounding her, but if they kept superiority of the skies then they had a chance. “Soldiers, swoop in on my command! Take down the guards, but leave the Princess to me!”

But just then the gates gave way, stone crumbling under the weight of the battering ram and the aid of unicorn magic. They had breached the city. Luna began to hurl spells into their ranks, many falling to incinerating fire or black energy. Necromancers flung themselves into the fray, and like great spear heads ploughed through the guard. But they were frail and unarmored, a quick thrust of the sword silencing them for good.

The damage was already done, the guard’s lines were scattered and the attacks pressed the advantage. Dellas charged through the gates with his forces, crashing against the defenders with a mighty cry of steel and iron. Azzal took back to his wings, leading his troops back into the fight bellow. The Lord of the East had his sighs keenly set upon his true target though; the Princess of the Night.

Rainbow looked into the vast darkness with a curious eye. “Well, it looks empty.” She perked up at the sound of her voice echoing around the stone walls. “Heh, cool. Anyway, we have to find a place to rest for tonight and what better place than this?”

Fluttershy nervously landed next to the cyan mare. “It’s just that… what if we’re not the only ones here? And whatever it is it must be pretty big. Just look at the size of this thing.”

“You’re thinking way too hard on this. It’s perfectly safe, safer than just sleeping out in the open anyway. Come on, I’ll give you a tour.” Rainbow said in a playfully sarcastic tone. She flew into the opening without hesitation, the timid Pegasus following close behind.

“I-I guess there’s nothing here. But the cave seems to go further back. I don’t like the looks of it.”

“Perfect for a little exploring, aye pal?”

Fluttershy’s eyes widened and her mouth forming into a gasp. “No no no! We can’t do that!”

“Awww, is somepony scared of the dark?”

“No, it’s just that-“

“Do you want me to fly you back home to your cottage?”

“Rainbow!”

The speedster giggled at her reaction. “Aw, come on Flutters, I was just pocking fun. Let’s go and take a look before it gets too dark outside.”

Fluttershy sighed in submission. “Fine, I guess so…”

“That’s the spirit!”

The Cave didn't really reveal much the further they ventured in. The floor was damp and filthy, the roof jagged and dripping. Fluttershy couldn't even make out either side of the cave, except when she collided with them mid-flight. But from the distance came the slight glimmer of something shinny.

“What was that?” Fluttershy let escape from her mouth. “It doesn’t look like water.”

“Oh, it could be gems, or maybe even treasure!” Rainbow Dash sped ahead, not waiting for the yellow Pegasus to catch up.

“Rainbow, my goodness, please hold on a second!” She tried to head towards the sparkling but was growing tired after a long day’s flight.

“Ah, ‘Shy, you’re not going to believe this!” Dash called back from the distance.

“What is it.” Fluttershy managed to force a little more steam, out of her wings, catching up to the cyan mare.

What she saw in front of her she couldn't believe, a great pile of valuable gems, rubies, sapphires. Plates of gold and silver, necklaces of pearl, it was all so wonderful. All of it seemed illuminated by the soft rays of golden day light that crept through cracks in the ceiling. Breath taking. “Neat, huh? Told ya it was treasure”

“Yeah… I guess so.”

“I wonder how it all got here?”

Then it dawned on Fluttershy, the sudden panic rushing through her body. “Dashie, we need to leave now!”

She tugged on her friend’s foreleg, the speedster offering slight resistance. “Whoa, what’s the rush? I don’t see any danger, do you?”

“You don’t understand. This is a treasure horde, that can only mean that a-“

An ear shattering roar echoed down the cave, Fluttershy leaping into Rainbows forelegs. “Dragon!” The great beast came thundering down he tunnel, his mood less that joyful. His great yellow eyes stared down at the pair of intruders, his sharp teeth gnashing and scraping.

“Well… time to go.” Rainbow instantly sped off towards the dragon, skilfully manoeuvring around the monster and out the tunnel while still clutching the timid mare. “Heh, that was easy.”

But it didn't end there, no, it had only just begun. The dragon let out another stone-splitting roar before bursting out from the cave, taking to his enormous wings and powering towards the fleeing Pegasi.

Fluttershy dared to open her eyes for a second, instantly recoiling back into her protectors grasp. “R-r-r-rainbow!”

“Yeah I see it. Just hold on.”

The Gates Fall

Hooves smacked against stone with a thundering clash, the battle scarred Pegasus eyeing his prey eagerly. The Princess of the Night fought with valour and ferocity, while she remained there was hope to hold them back. Azzal had to eliminate this obstacle. Through ash and fire he watched as the regal Alicorn displayed her prowess. Her hooves shattered bones and her spells burned ponies to ash. She was truly terrifying.

Azzal could hear his muffled breathing even above the chaos of battle around him, the hollow sounds ringing in his head. He raised the Talon of Pain and signaled the advance, his Pegasi flanking him on both sides. They swooped in, attempting to take the princess by surprise. In response she let out a blast of magical energy that sent them flying, incinerating those too close. Azzal raised the Talon to shield himself, the magic bouncing harmlessly off its cursed aura.

Leaping forth he issued challenge to Luna as she regained her strength, the toll of such magic was a high one. Without warning a pillar of fire burst from Azzal’s talon, the princess quickly raising a shield to protect herself form the deadly flames. Letting down her protection she released a torrent of magical power, unleashing a volley of spells straight towards the Pegasus. “This is what you get when you threaten us, our city, and our city!”

Azzal desperately shielded himself from the magical onslaught, his talon only deflecting so much of the damage. “My turn now.” He leaped towards the princess, the talon raised high as it was suddenly ignited with unholy fire. With one fell swoop he struck the Alicorn with much of his strength, ripping through armor and chainmail. She quickly regained her balance; her horn quickly seized the stallion and threw him against the cobblestone ground.

Winded and bruised, Azzal took back to his wings to try and out manoeuvre the princess, or at least play for time. All thoughts of tactical and honorable battle were wiped from Luna’s mind, her eyes glowed with a white light, her wings spread wide as she took to the skies. Azzal swiftly dodged out of her way, swinging the talon as he passed but landing no more than a glancing blow. Luna’s horn was once again alight with power, bolts of lightning sent straight towards the Pegasus.

He swiftly raised the talon to deflect the attack, but the sudden shock chased his hoof to retract and his grip to loosen. He recoiled, the talon slipping from his hoof in multiple pieces. Dark energies poured from the remains as it shattered on the stone floor, a cold chill filing the air around them.

“You have lost fool, your weapon lies shattered on our doorstep and you are at our mercy!”

Azzal at first appeared furious, rage building up within him. After adjusting his lofty armor he spoke in a surprisingly calm tone. “Princess, perhaps you would care to look down at the battle bellow!”

Luna cast a quick gaze to the efforts of her troops, shock suddenly overtaking her. They were scattered, fleeing towards the inner city. Shining Armour fought alone and overwhelmed near the gate, his guard lied dead at his hooves.

“Your mind is clouded and blind, always missing the obvious! You were weak, you let your anger and hate lead you and now you have abandoned your subjects, your friends! Surely you now see how pathetic it truly is?!” Azzal sneered beneath his mask.

Luna would not stand for any more of this, no more of his poisoned words. She quickly flew to Shining Armour’s side and swooped him from the battle. The gate now lied in ruins, the courtyard firmly in Azzal’s hooves. Luna teleported them back to the second gate, collapsing in a heap in front of her sister. Shining Armour stumbled forward and fell into his sisters grasp. “I've got you.”

Shining regained his strength, rising again to his hooves. “Thanks Twilight.”

“Luna!” Celestia cried out, rushing to her sisters side. After every spell and every charms he had cast all her energy was simply drained, now but a limp form. “Did I not say to remain here?! You could have been killed if you have not yet so!”

“We-we are sorry sister, we were fools to think we could help.” A tear trickled down Luna’s face, her body simply lying limp on the stone floor from exhaustion.

“Don’t say that sister, your intentions were pure and you should take heart from that. More are still coming though. They rampage through the lower city and will soon find us here. Go back to the palace until you are ready and await my summoning.”

“If that is your wish.”

“And Luna…” Celestia spoke with soft words. “Take Twilight with you.”

“What?!” Twilight interjected. “You can’t do that! I need to be here with my friends where I belong! You can’t expect me to abandon them, to abandon my duties.”

“Your loyalty is to your subjects and you would be wise to do what is best for them. Go back to the palace and make sure no pony sees you. I have an idea but I require your cooperation.”

Twilight let out a sigh of submission. “Fine then.”

“We best be off then. We don't have the strength in us for one last Teleport if you would be so kind. ” Luna said weakly. “We can converse matters once we are back behind the palace walls.” With a bright flash of purple the princesses were gone, returned to safety, save Celestia.

"Well, Ah guess that just leaves us here." Applejack finally made her presence known. "Ah guess we ain't too much help, but it's nice to do our part."

"Indeed, we are only too obliged."

Celestia smiled at the two mares. " And I am grateful for your aid in this fight, even if I could never imagine you in such a circumstance normally."

"Ah'd say, never have Ah imagined myself in all this fancy getup."

Cat and Mouse

Well, another morning another uncomfortable back ache. Rainbow stretched her wings and flexed out her back. She wasn't unused to sleeping in trees, but after a few hours it did become rather unpleasant. Fluttershy was still sound asleep, wrapped it the embrace of the overhanging branches. It was rather sweet.

Aside from the obvious cuteness of Fluttershy, Rainbow swiftly pounced back into action, taking to her wings and quickly flying from the safety of the tree across the landscape ahead. It was growing colder now, snow could be seen to the far north. Hopefully it wouldn't slow them down too much, but they may have to travel on hoof.

After her brief surveillance Rainbow flipped and landed back on the branch, out of sight. The yellow mare began to stir from her slumber, awakened by the slight cool breeze against her coat. It was a chilly morning, a brisk wind flowing through the vale. The sun warmed the grassy landscape but took its time to reach the two ponies hidden within the canopy of the forest.

“Cool, you’re awake. Let’s get going now.”

Fluttershy blinked rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light. “But… we haven’t even had breakfast yet. We have enough provisions for a quick snack.”

Rainbow nudged the timid mares side playfully, earning a small giggle. “Come on, we can eat soon. First we need to reach the empire. We’re getting so close now, the snow is just ahead. I bet we’ll be there in an hour or two.”

Fluttershy peacefully stretched her wings, ruffling the small amount of collected dew that rested among the feathers. “You really think so?”

“Yup, I think we’re gonna make it ‘Shy. I just hope that Twilight doesn't need help this very moment.”

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

It was a pleasant flight; the wind was on their side. The forest drifted underneath them slowly, the cool breeze ruffling their manes softly. They almost began to enjoy themselves, Rainbow wasn’t racing ahead and Fluttershy wasn’t drifting behind. Even with the frozen wastes ahead of them, they took heart for this brief moment.

It seemed that fate was as cruel as it was made out to be, for they were no longer alone. From the distance three Pegasi were in pursuit of them, dressed in desert robes and bearing tools of war. They were being hunted. Neither of them noticed for some time till Rainbows keen ears heard the beating of wings behind her, quickly turning to see three soldiers bearing down on them from nowhere. A shock ran through her, all thoughts turning to the vulnerable mare beside her.

“Fluttershy, get out of here!” The yellow mare was obviously quite confused at first, but as she looked back to see what had caused her to cry out the sudden meaning of her words became awfully cleared. A short yelp escaped her before she flapped her wings furiously, desperately trying to get away from her pursuers.

“Just get out of here ‘Shy, I’ll catch up!” Rainbow called out to her, pulling back her wings and doing a full flip behind the soldiers. Their focus quickly shifted, bringing down their spears at where she flew. With quick speed she dodged their blows, swiftly recovering and moved to draw them off in the other direction.

But they would not be played so easily. With powerful throw one of the Pegasi hurled his spear directly at Rainbow Dash. Their spears were designed for both ground and air combat, perfect for medium range. It did not miss it’s mark, plunging deep into Dash’s hind leg and causing her to yelp in pain. She plummeted towards the ground, down towards the forest floor.

As if from nowhere she came, the yellow mare darting to intercept her fall. Fluttershy began to panic, the spear still firmly lodged in Rainbows leg with blood escaping too quickly and she still had three armed Pegasi to deal with. She did not think, she did not retract, she simply put everything she had into flying desperately towards the snow ahead. She had to get help, she just had to.

The soldiers had not given up, nor would they ever. They’d been following them for two days since they passed Canterlot. They wouldn’t stop till their task was complete.

Fluttershy needed a plan, she needed one now. Without a seconds thought she dived beneath the forest canopy, hoping to find cover in the brush, her pursuers following swiftly afterwards. A game of cat and mouse broke out, Fluttershy trying to whiz around trees and bushes trying to escape the Pegasi while they continued to chase her relentlessly.

As they came around one corner they lost sight of the yellow mare, no sign of the rainbow one either. She was gone, out of sight. Had she escaped? They quickly flew above the tree line and searched around desperately. But even after a few minutes search they could find no sign of her. She was gone.

They cursed and cried at their spiteful luck, turning back south with no great haste. There was no point in searching anymore, that mare was long gone by now. They could not follow them north into the snow, for they had now experience in the cold weather and would surely perish without a question.

Fluttershy laid down Rainbow under the shade of an oak tree, resting her leg against a root. The spear had at least seven inches of it in her leg, maybe even scraping the bone. She had no choice.

“Um, Rainbow… are you still with me?”

After a cough and hack Rainbow managed to form a coherent sentence. “Yeah I’m still here. Nice work by the way ‘Shy, you really saved my flank.”

“That doesn't matter, I need to dress your wound and mend it the best I can. Once we get to the Crystal Empire then we can get help from Cadence. I have to get this spear out of your leg.”

“Fluttershy, I’ll just slow you down. I never thought I’d say this, but you need to go now. Send help when you get there, just don’t waste time making sure I’m alright.”

“No!” Fluttershy outburst. “I’m not leaving you out here for dead. Now hold still for a second, this is going to hurt.”

“What, what do you mean it’s goi- YAAAAooowww…!!!” Fluttershy slid the spear head from her leg, electing a few screams of pain from the mare beneath her. Swiftly she pulled out a few bandages from her saddle bag, dressing the wound as best she could. Afterwards she began to poke and prod with her hoof to try and see if the bone was fractured or broken. It didn't seem good, there was an obvious fracture where the spear had made contact.

“Rainbow, we can’t fly through that weather, and you are in no state to walk. I need you to get on my back and hold on tight. I’ll carry you till we get to safety.”

“Heh, I always thought I’d be the other way around; me saving you. Talk about irony.” Dash groaned and struggled as she pulled herself on top of Fluttershy, the yellow mare using her wings to help her up without causing too much pain.

“Okay, let’s get going. Only a few hours left, we can make it still…”

Small Talk

The Moon had returned to its rightful place in the sky, but it glowed dim and faint. The night offered no time of respite for the defenders of Canterlot, but Azzal Khan called the advance to a brief halt by the city gates. They had their foothold, now all that was left was to consolidate their advantage. But for now they would rest, both sides exhausted from the brutal fighting. Casualties were felt on both sides and both would morn the dead. This did not stop Azzal commanding his troops to scavenge the bodies of the fallen for weaponry and armor. To the Eastern Ponies this was blasphemous, sacrilege, a foul act. But they did as they were told, gathering all the supplies they needed. The attackers were now better armed, many now carrying the magically forged weapons of the Royal Guard, some even choosing to bore pieces of their golden armor under their robes. This was a whole new game.

“My lord,” Dellas, captain of Grimril, addressed his commander with a swift and shallow bow. “Our spied have returned from their pursuit north. They said that they managed to escape into the cold wastes, beyond their grasp.”

Azzal seemed unaffected by this news, not even casting his gaze at the general. “No matter, when aid arrives from the north we will have the city, we will have hostages and we will be ready. Do not worry yourself about these affairs, they will be dealt to when the time comes.”

Dellas was of course still weary, but nodded in compliancy. “Yes my lord, what do you ask of us now?”

“We shall attack in three hours, enough time to regain some matter of order and strength. See to it that the rouge Necromancers are caught. I already have the techpriests working to repair the Messorem, I will require at least of those mad dogs in order to complete its final augmentation.”

“As you wish.”

“Now go.”

Dellas passed on Azzal’s words to the other generals before taking some time to rest his hooves. In the ruined archway of the city gates he sat down against a large stone cast by one of the catapults. It certainly wasn’t comfy but it would do. After a few minutes of near silence he was joined by the Arin. Her horn cast a dim light, illuminating the area where the flames did not touch. She sat down next to Dellas, adjusting her position a few times before speaking.

“Nice work out there.”

Was this some kind of attempt at small talk? Oh well, better play along. “Just doing my job.”

“Some job it is. What can you do in the end?”

Okay this was just getting a bit strange for his tastes. Dellas had not known Arin for being the mare to engage in pleasantries. “Why are you here? You certainly didn't come to just chat so why are you talking to me.”

“Well… ” She stalled for a second, as if trying to find the right words. “You are the closest thing to a friend I have, despite the circumstances. My tribe is all about fighting and training, there was just no room for friends. Now here we are, under one banner and in a new world. Can’t we just, you know, talk a bit?”

“I- guess so. What did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know, stuff. Weather? Politics? What do you usually talk about?”

“Well, often we just talk about how much better we are than the other clans. No offence. But I guess we could find something else, aside from the plan we have yet to actually figure out.”

“I’m working on it, just give me time.”

“Maybe if you included me in the process then we would have a better chance.”

“Maybe, but not right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Can we just leave it?”

Dellas sighed, deciding that it may indeed be best to leave it even if it meant he had no clue what her plan was. Maybe she was struggling? Maybe all she needed was some help, not that she would accept it.

“Fine, so do you want to tell me about your village? You know, how you grew up, your foalhood.”

Arin chuckled slightly. “I guess I could, but it’s not very interesting. Okay on one condition, you have to share next. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“You’re taking the time to rest when we have a chance to consolidate our advantage. You are a brilliant tactician Azzal, but sometimes I doubt you actually understand the decisions you’re making.” The eldest of the generals, Carlin, stood upon the high walls of outer Canterlot, unarmored an d unarmed. His days of fighting were long gone, but his tribe heralded him as one of the greatest minds to have come from the East. He was tall with a light cyan coat. His mane was a faded light grey and his robes a tattered white.

“You are wise Carlin, I do not doubt that, but for all your years you have never fought a city siege. Philological warfare is as much a part of it as the actual fighting. Let our foes quiver in fear behind their walls, let them taste the terror we will unleash upon them. The longer we leave them to fester the easier they will break.”

“Sound reason, but every minute we delay is another they prepare for battle.”

“Hence why I chose to attack Canterlot in the first place. They cannot escape or call for help. Anypony who tries is dead before they can even fly beyond the city walls. I chose to attack this city to lay that one decisive strike, to corner them and make them bleed. Once Canterlot has fallen… then the rest of Equestria is ours for the taking.”

“So what is your next move?”

Azzal gestured his hoof out towards the valley where the catapults rested in the vale. “We will bombard their ranks behind the walls, we will create chaos until we have no rocks left to cast. We will burn the lower city and advance towards the inner walls. Once there my pegasi will close the gap, flying onto the walls and taking them on up close. I will draw their leaders out and keep them oblivious to the fight below.

“Dellas is already tasked with taking the gates, but now we must put another piece into play. We will draw them out from their walls, into the outer courtyard. We will send but only a hundred or so troops at the gates, and when our small company is broken and retreating we will move in the rest of our force. We will take their captains down, we will hold them at sword edge. And we won’t have to make a step within their inner defenses.

“The palace will fall soon after, for they will no longer have the strength to hold us back. It is only a matter of time till this crown jewel is but a ball of fire on the mountain side.”

“You said that this city would be a hub for the next stages of the campaign. What use will it be in rubble and ash?”

“My intentions have changed. Equestria is but tinder waiting for just the right ignition. You would be wise to fall behind it, Carlin, if you do not want to join them in their fall.”

Luna's Folly

Twilight found no comfort in sleep, nor in pacing the halls. In fact whatever she seemed to try only made the fear worse. Luna remained high upon the tower, observing the battles events while regaining her strength. She seemed surprisingly calm despite it all, leaving Twilight baffled. All that suffering and death and Luna didn't even seem to remotely care. No, that was a stupid thing to say. Of course she cares; she’s just thinking things over. I hope so.

Twilight could not help herself; she wandered up the stairway and up to Luna’s quarters. The Princess of the Night turned her head, more surprised than anything else. “Twilight Sparkle? Why exactly aren't you resting? We know you worry for your friends, but pacing around will not help them. You are more useful fit and ready rather than tired.”

“I know Princess, It’s just that-“

“Why do you still address us as Princess?”

Twilight looked back and tilted her head in confusion. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“I believe our sister had already addressed this matter before hoof; you may simply call us as you would do to any of your friends, you have more than earned it. To you we are simply Luna.”

“But I’m not like you. Sure you gave me these wings, and made me couple of inches taller, but I’m not royalty. I’m not really anything, just a librarian from Ponyville.”

“And now you are a Princess, is that so hard to grasp? You were always destined to rule on when we could no longer. But why does this trouble you? Surely there are far more important matters that require your attention?”

Twilight rested herself down on her haunches. “I know, I’m just having trouble getting used to it. It’s a big change to go through and… yeah. I guess we should focus on something else, this really can wait for another time, maybe when things are less hectic.”

“Sound words. Fine, what is it you wish to discuss with us? If you have any concern over the events then feel free to share. We understand that this is difficult, and sometimes the outside world can feel insane, but we understand.”

“Then could you explain to me, you know… who these ponies are? I don’t understand how anypony could turn on another like this.”

To Twilight’s surprise, Luna seemed a bit taken back by this question; almost like this was quite a sensitive topic she had stumbled on. “We can see how you would be curious to know, we do not blame you. Fine, I you wish us to tell you the story then we shall, just bear in mind it has been a thousand years and our memory is rather untrustworthy at times.”

Luna looked back out across the night sky, taken to a completely new world as she spoke softly. “Once Equestria was divided, many years ago. With the arrival of Discord the pony factions broke into full scale war. When the Crystal Empire fell to Sombra it seemed that the fate of the land was certain. That was when we came, we and our sister. Together we united the warring factions and forged the Elements of Harmony. An alliance of Pegasi, Unicorns and Earth Ponies was formed to drive out the tyrants that had caused so much misery. Both Discord and Sombra fell, neither could resist the power of the elements. We thought ourselves victorious, but we were wrong. There were those that rejected our rule, some who only saw us another pair of tyrants. No matter what we did they would not listen.

“And so they left, wandering north and then turning east across the land. Our sister and I kept watch over their travels as best as we may, but their fate was now in their own hooves. After weeks of endless wandering they could go no further, halting in the mountain pass far from any other pony civilization. But they would not suffer for long, for they found a vast wealth in the earth. Setting up camp they began to mine the rock face, digging up gems and rubies unlike anything they’d ever seen. But they were not the only ones who sought the mountains wealth.

“Diamond Dogs had settled in the caves far above the pass, a vicious clan led by a cruel and greedy alpha. Without warning he raided the settler’s camp, pillaging and murdering. They took many prisoners but other were killed in their sleep. They were taken back to their home in the mountain to be traded and sold as slaves. That was until one among them inspired them to rise up. They rebelled and managed to escape their prisons in the dead of night.

“I bet by now you must be wondering how we managed to learn all this. Well, the moon is a good spot to watch such things unfold. By now my sister had banished me for our stupidity, we were such a fool. And, well, you know the rest of the story, and I don’t want to bore you with details. Now where was I? Oh yes, the escape.

"Well they had made it out just find, the dogs being rather slow to react and all. A few more of the slaves had joined them, bring supplies and the such. They wandered again for days before they had no choice but to stop and set up camp. Sandstorms battered their tents relentlessly and it seemed the bad weather would never end. They couldn’t move on, they were trapped in the middle of nowhere.

“When the storm did die down the ponies began to argue among themselves, bickering over what action to take next. They came to no solution and quickly fighting broke out across the camp. Soon they were divided, splitting off and going their separate ways. After that there is little more to say. Many set up small camps and villages while other dies at the mercy of the desert. It was saddening to witness for nothing could be done to lend aid. After a thousand years they began to expand, populate. They built up a civilization, one based off of violence and war. Villages and clans raged a constant battle against their neighbors for resources. But now it seems that after all this time they have united under one banner, the banner of a tyrant.

“We ignored them for so long, forgot them, left them to their own fate. It seems to have come back to bite us. We always were aware, but never did we turn a passing thought. In the end it is our own fault and our own negligence that have caused this. Do not blame yourself Twilight for anything that has happened, we are the ones to blame. This… Azzal Khan, he is not one of them. He is a pony who has seen a chance and taken it. I don’t know what he wants or why but I fear the worst.”

There was nothing Twilight had left to say, nothing she could interject with. She was gobsmacked, amazed at how she had have never heard anything of this before. Her eyes began to pool slightly as tears began to form.

“Do not worry Twilight Sparkle. We will not fail you again.” Luna looked directly at her, the princesses eyes full of nothing but guilt and sympathy. “I will not fail you.”

Skipping Stones

Azzal liked to consider himself quite the strategic genius. As Sil Ran’s adviser he managed secure victory and dominance over the rival eastern tribes. Canterlot was a whole different story; sitting on the towering mountain side with only a narrow pass for access. For any normal force it would prove a nightmare, but Azzal Khan had faith in his own abilities. By causing panic among the ranks and disorganizing the defense he was able to press in deep. With a foot hold secure all that was left to do was use his numbers to his advantage.

But now he had the next phase of his plan set; the attack on the inner gates. The outer gates and the lower city were firmly in his grasp, the defenders withdrawing to safety. They would have the advantage from the beginning, an advantage that had to be stripped of them; the walls. Azzal’s own Pegasi Axillaries had suffered heavy losses in the first assault, not enough to take down the defenders.

“Dellas!” The battle scarred Pegasus called over the general to his place on the wall. From here he could make out the inner defenses clearly through the low dust that had settled.

“You summoned me my lord.” Dellas gave a shallow bow and tossed aside the robes that shielded his face from view.

Azzal did not make eye contact, instead continuing to look out across the field of battle. “The next stage of our victory lies before us; I will need your support if it is to be achievable.”

As much as he loathed the sight of him, Dellas had little choice but to comply. “And what exactly did you have planned? We have seven hundred soldiers fit to continue fighting and awaiting your command.”

“Sending them against the gates head on would be folly; they would be killed as soon as they were in range of their arrows. What I ask is for you to set up a force of two hundred warriors strong, any who are willing to lay down their lives if the task calls for it.

“We shall set alight the lower city, wreath it in flame. Under the cover of night and the veil of smoke we can make our advance. Dellas, you are to lead them to battle. Bring down the gates and prepare to make a stand.”

Suicide, no other word better described his plan. Master tactician indeed, this was a madpony. “If I may… council my lord to revise his plans if we are to achieve victory. You would have me lead two hundred ponies towards their deaths. I would call that a highly unnecessary loss.”

“I did not ask for your council, Dellas, nor do I need it. My plan is set and you are to enact it. Now go before I decide that you alone are to stand in for them.” Azzal gestured a forehoof away from him, flicking him off like a common insect.

More than anything Dellas would have liked to have simply run him through for what seemed like a death sentence, but he knew his own death her would be pointless. “As you wish… my lord.”

Two hundred soldiers marched with torch and spear in hoof, in tight phalanx they moved towards what many knew would be their end. As they passed through the streets they set the buildings and architecture of Canterlot alight, the lower city now covered in a sea of flame and smoke. The stars were blotted from the sky and the moon faded to a dull grey. Dellas drew out his short sword, a curved and lethal tooth of iron. To his left and right formed the ranks of wicker shields and spears, a desperate defence against the oncoming tide. With them they hefted a great ram, perfect for bringing down the heavy reinforced gates if they ever so got the chance. He highly doubted such a time would arise.

As if on cue came a rain of sleek and swift arrows, a hail of death upon the attacking lines. But they had the cover of darkness on their side and the smoke obscuring the vision of the archers. Some of the Pegasi attempted to clear the skies but found themselves closer to suffocation with every swoop.

Azzal watched patiently from the outer walls, another full five hundred troops ready and waiting for whenever they may be needed. The lord turned to his generals and grinned as he spoke. “Let’s give them something else to panic about.”

The engineer captain called “Fire!” and suddenly massive boulders where hurled into the sky towards the inner city. They came crashing down upon the defenders like a hammer from above, sending ranks into chaos and disarray. A second barrage soon followed, then a third. They unleashed two more such waves until they were simply out of rocks to cast at their foes. But the damage had already been dealt; Celestia’s forces had taken quite the beating.

Towers had come crumbling down around them and everywhere guards seemed to crack under the pressure. Only where their captains still held resilient did the line hold. And with the help of Shining Armour did Celestia manage to bring order back to her forces. But it seemed that it was too little too late, the attackers had reached the gates.

“Looks like ya got some target practice there Rarity.” Applejack rested on the battlements, shifting uncomfortably in her armor. “I still think that all this get up was a bit unnecessary.”

“You say that now darling, but come battle you will come to tank it, I assure you.”

“You’re on then. Besides, Ah doubt they’ll make it past the gates. They've gone and sent only a couple of hundred against us.”

“Maybe they should have done the smart thing and invested in some quality armor.”

“We all know yawl look very nice in your armor, but that’s not exactly my point. Ah’m just saying that Ah swear there was more of ‘em, or at least there was.”

“Well be thankful. This will all be over soon and we can go home and forget this horrible thing ever happened.”

“Yeah, Ah guess you’re right. A swift battle is a good one in this here case.”

“Speaking of which, have you seen Pinkie anywhere? I haven’t seen her since she went bouncing off down the battlements.”

Applejack turned her head and quickly searched the ranks of guard with her eyes. “Nothing from what Ah could see. Maybe she’s gone back to the palace. Heck, maybe she’s just with Shining or Celestia. I have faith in the girl; she sure knows how to get out of a tight situation.”

“I guess so, although it isn't very reassuring. I would hate to lose a dear friend to all the chaos that comes with a brawl. I mean did you see them cast those rocks at us. What if she had been hit by one of those!?”

“Whoa, don’t worry their Sugarcube; she’s got her Pinkie sense to watch out for her. What we need to really focus on right now is getting ready in case they do break through that there door. You get on with firing that bow and Ah’ll go help with the effort on the ground. I think Ah may be of best help there. Good luck to ya Rar’s.”

“As to you darling. Go show them what us Equestrian mares are made of.”

The Stalemate is Broken

The mind is a fragile tool; put it under enough strain and it will shatter like glass. The greater the mind the greater the fall.

“Luna,” Twilight silently trot up behind the night princess, a cautiously low tone to her voice. “what exactly are you doing?”

The Princesses horn was alight, magic pulsing through it like a generator. Her eyes were firmly shut in concentration. That same concentration was swiftly broken upon Twilight's interruption, causing her magic to fade and all progress reverted. “What is it Twilight Sparkle? Can you not see that we are in the middle of a delicate process?”

Twilight looked sheepishly away from her, looking around as if some excuse were to come flying in to rescue her. “I- I was just… curious. I let it get the better of me sorry. What spell was that you were doing, if you don’t mind me asking? I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

Luna rolled her eyes rather subtlety. “If you must know we are trying to tap into the consciousness of our foe so that we may attempt to in some way alter the battles course. Indeed we are quite useless lying in this tower, so we thought this would be the best option without our sisters interference. Unfortunately we are having trouble distinguishing his mind among the many other who storm the city. We can’t get a lock on him.”

Twilight hadn't come across such spells, but this seemed like one of those Princess of the Night things. The whole dream thing and all. “Yeah, I feel a bit useless up here as well. Do you know why we’re being kept here?”

“We often doubt our sisters judgment, but I feel she has some reason behind her actions. She wasn’t you kept safe, and if that means keeping you from the battle entirely then that is the price she is willing to pay.”

“But surely I would be more use down there with her.”

“As would we, but our sister would not risk it. Your friends are there of their won free will and would not stop them, but she cares to dearly for you to take the risk. Twilight we hope you understand.”

She couldn't help but question her, question herself, but it met no aid. Twilight would simply have to cope with the isolation, even if it meant her friends would be in danger. “I still worry for them. I know all my friends are strong, especially Dash, but I don’t know if they’ll… make it. We haven’t seen Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash for days, what if they never arrived at the crystal Empire?”

“Twilight!” Luna found it necessary to use the Royal Canterlot Voice briefly, and it certainly silenced the mare in front of her. She took a deep breath before speaking again. “Your worries are understandable, we feel your concern and your thoughts, but this is not the way to go about this. Your friends are the strongest group of ponies we have had the honour of meeting. They’ll make it through his Twilight Sparkle and so will you. There is no need to be paranoid.”

“But-“

“We swear if we hear the word ‘but’ one more but then we shall cast you from the tower and be rid of it now.”

Twilight was silent for much of the evening following.

Everything seemed to be going too well in their favour this time. Celestia could not shake her suspicions; they were too great to be ignored. A mere few hundred ponies sent against them, drawn right into the line of fire. It was a killing zone. Did they consider a soldiers life to be so meaningless, was it simply hey were sent here to die. Both options sent chills down the princess’s spine and sickened her thoughts.

“Look out!” The cry of one of the guard was heard before he was impaled through the chest by an incoming spear, his limp body falling to the ground. From the skies came the last of Azzal’s legion of Pegasi Axillaries, elite and deadly. They soared over the walls, disorientating the defenders and drawing their fire away from the walls. Among them was the commander himself, Azzal Khan. Why he risked his life on such a trivial attack was a mystery to her, but none the less she planned to counter with whatever she had to spare.

The Pegasi Guard of Canterlot, a gleaming rain of gold and silver. Celestia sent forth her own personal guard to deal with this new threat and dispose of it. Azzal would never live to see another day if they could help it. The clash in the skies was a wild one, smoke chocked the air and disrupted visibility. Enemies would appear out of nowhere without warning. Azzal and his troops where quick and maneuverable, but Celestia’s guard hit hard and strong. The battle began to tip back to the favour of the defenders.

Azzal’s forces were wearing thin. He had but a quarter of his Pegasi remaining, the rest brought low by the bows and spears of the guard. Looking back to the gate he could see that his distraction may have just been enough, the gate finally beginning to weaken after constant hammering. Hopefully Dellas hadn't fallen just yet.

Azzal ordered the retreat, pulling back the remaining air forces before they were utterly wiped out. Let them keep the skies, we shall have it all in the end. The gate was on the verge of collapse, and only now did the defenders realize their error. Shinning Amour and Celestia had turned all focus to Azzal and his infernal air raid, distracting them from the battle bellow. By now it was already too late, the gates went crashing down.

Dellas was quite happy just to have survived that first ordeal, but now that they had finally succeeded they were in no shape to fight their way inside. But from the skies cam the muffled call of his commander, an order yelled through his mask.

“Get your troops out of there! Retreat to the walls!”

The general did not waste another second, turning on the spot and commanding his troops to fall back as fast as their hooves would carry them. At this stage he didn't care about consolidating the advantage or enforcing strategy, he was far more focused escaping with his life.

Shining Armour stood by the gates in a small state of confusion, yet a new sense of determination. The enemy was outnumbered, broken and fleeing. Now was the perfect opportunity to finally end this. Applejack stood next to the general with a confident look on her face, ready to finish off the job. The stallion turned and addressed his guard.

“Alright Gentlecolts, you have fought bravely, you have stood at the edge of defeat and you have brought it crashing down! Now earn your place in history, for today we end this!” A mighty cheer was handed down the lines, their moral building as their victory seemed to draw closer. “They shall answer for their crimes by Equestrian law! They shall be imprisoned here and we shall have victory!”

“To victory!” Their voices were heard as far as the valley far below, their cry of war one of utter surety. Shining Armour placed his purple and gold helm on his head once more and gripped his sword in his teeth. Together they charged, galloping hard towards the lower city and towards the enemy.

The narrow streets of Canterlot were still blanketed with fire and smoke, and yet still they charged on. Some 500 soldiers moving like a tide of clashing bronze. But then they came to a sudden halt, their general raising his hoof and calling the ranks to stop.

On the road stood a lone figure, his cloak billowing in the breeze and his coat illuminated by the firelight. As he stood forward Shining could now make out exactly who this was.

“Come to surrender!? Good, my soldiers hate getting their hooves dirty!” A few mixed chuckled were heard among the guard, but they were uneasy and full of doubt. Azzal seemed undeterred by the force ahead of him, taking the intimidation in his stride. His presence brought a certain disturbance among the troops, almost as if he always had something planned up his sleeves.

The he began to applaud, a slow and droned applause that sent a few murmurs through the confused defenders. As he spoke his words were still slightly dulled by the mask that he was confined to don. “Bravo… bravo General. You have played your part brilliantly. Now I think though it’s time to liven thing up.” He signaled with his hoof, the guard surrounded in mere seconds. From all corners they seemed to come, lying in wait for just the right moment. Azzal had been wise to keep the majority of his force back, the enemy would simply fall into his jaws like a fish to bait. Now the odds had turned indefinably, there was no last stand to be had here.

Shining Amour did not speak for a long while, nor did he give any orders. His troops simply feel into a disorganized formation, their worst fears realized. Applejack stood firmly at the captains side, ready to go to the death if the need called for it. “Come on then, bring it on ya halfwits!”

“AJ, stand down.” Shining put a hoof on the mares shoulder, her posture suddenly falling as the weight of the situation began to fall on her. “I know.”

If you listened carefully enough you were even able to hear the slight sounds of chuckling from the Khan as he watched the tragic display play out in front of him. “Throw down your weapons, you shall concede to our command. We shall storm the palace and we shall finish this once and for all…”

Fall of Canterlot

With Shinning Armour and his guard held captive, there was little to no resistance as Azzal sent forth his final wave. All that could be spared was sent towards the gates, storming the remaining defenders with numbers they could not hope to repel. By the morning they would have the palace and free access to the tunnels bellow the city where their civilians took refuge.

But Celestia would not go down that easily, not to them. If she could buy her subjects some time then there would be at least a chance for them to flee back into the caves. Rarity did not go easily and had to be forcibly restrained and brought back. It seems news about Applejacks capture did not go down to well with her. There was still no sign of Pinkie Pie, the mare disappearing some time before during the battle.

And so the Princess of the Sun landed before the gates, horn lowered in challenge and defiance. Before her stood a few hundred of the desert marauders, each one shouting curses and threats at the alicorn, but none daring to step forward. Indeed she was a rather intimidating sight, her golden armour dimmed by the fumes of battle, her mane and horn glowing with magical energies.

And so Azzal stood forward to meet her, the Talon reforged upon his hoof and gleaming it the firelight. That accursed weapon would be the first to go, its very presence a foul omen. You couldn’t tell, but under the mask strapped on his muzzle, he was grinning, although his eyes seemed to give that away.

“And so the true tyrant shows her face!” The stallion began to taunt her, earning a small wave of laughter from his troops. “Celestia, ruler of Equestria, the false god!”

“I never claimed myself a god!”

“I wasn’t finished!” He held aloft his talon and let the plume of unholy fire reach out and lightly brush the princess, she staggering back as his aggression reached new levels. “Do you know how long it took me to accomplish all this!? You forced my hoof Celestia, and now I shall end what I set out to do those many years ago!”

What he spoke of she did not know, this pony did not arise in any memory she had. “Who are you?”

He hesitated at first, looking as if he was about to lash out once again, but instead lowering the talon and looking the princess dead in the eye. “No pony. I am simply a liberator of these ponies. Now, do you wish to barter words further or will you face me?” he presented the talon once more, flexing the multiple joints and bladed appendages that made up the crude yet elegant weapon. More a symbol than a tool, it was useful none the less.

Celestia gave no response, instead sending a pulse of magical energy that knocked all within the courtyard off their hooves and sprawling on the cobblestone ground, even Azzal himself. She quickly grasped the advantage, charging forward with her wings flared and her horn glowing bright. Azzal quickly signalled his troops in their own tongue. “Attakk il-palazz!” The regained their balance and followed the orders given, leaving their commander to his own fight and moving towards the palace.

“So, now it’s just you and me.”

“Shut it you worm!”

Luna sealed the entrance with a beam from her glowing horn, quickly turning to address the panicking mare. “They’re storming through the palace, the others have reached the caves in time but we cannot reach them. You must find safety while we try to aid my sister.”

The obvious caused some objection from Twilight. “What!? No, I’m not leaving you to face him alone. He’s got something up his sleeves, I know it. Let me help you!”

“No! Twilight, Celestia did not want you in the battle for a reason; so long as you live there is hope. Now don’t dishonour our sister and get to safety. Hide somewhere on the lower levels and don’t come out till it’s safe. We are sorry we couldn’t be of more help.”

“Wait!-” But Luna did not; she had taken to her wings and flown off the balcony with a thundering take off. She was still injured and weary from her previous engagement, but she was determined, and in her own mind, expendable. Now Twilight was left alone in her chambers, left to sit the rest of the battle out. And yet she did not want to disobey her princess’s wishes, even if she herself was a princess.

Celestia bombarded her foe with spell after spell, trying to keep him pinned in place, but his talon deflected her attempts like a ball against a brick wall. As quick as she had reacted, Azzal unleashed another whip of flame from the centre of the metal construct and sent it lashing towards the vulnerable Celestia. She took to her wing and managed to avoid it in time, landing not far from her adversary and delivering a solid blow to his side that sent him sprawling.

In the end he knew he could not outmatch the alicorn, the best he could do was wear her down. He got back on his hooves and took to the skies, spreading his wings and flying above their heads. He was certainly by no means as agile as many pegasi, but it was sufficient to keep the magical attacks of Celestia at bay.

But then out of nowhere came a solid thud of hooves against stone as her sister landed by her side, still in full battle armour. “What are you doing Luna? You are in no state to fight.”

“I will not let you face him alone. We bring him down together and avenge the fallen.” It was apparent that nothing Celestia could say would ease her stubbornness.

“Fine then, together it is.”

Azzal felt his chance of success slim down greatly, for now he had two all-powerful beings to deal with. He had a plan, but it was a long shot. He turned towards the broken palace gates and flew directly towards them, the two princesses giving chace.

Within the confined halls he had a small chance.

The two sisters began to draw him down, the Pegasus landing in order to more effectively hold his ground. If they could corner him within the hall he could only resist so much. Celestia abandoned the use of simply energy blasts and began to belt him with fire stretching from her horn. All the while Luna levitated fallen brick and stone and began to pelt him with the incoming projectiles. While many he was able to dodge others hit their mark. He was down.

But Azzal would not be taken that easily, for all around them his troops began to gather once more to defend their fallen lord. Celestia and Luna flared their horns ready to fight once more, but both were exhausted from the fight, neither possessing the ability to continue any further. Azzal half staggered to his hooves with the aid of his guard and brushed of his now very damaged armour armour. The Talon of Pain lay damaged at his side, but it was of little importance right now, it could be mended. His mask on the other hoof, which kept his throat from collapsing in on itself, has taken a slight beating, causing his breathing to be somewhat irregular and delayed.

In the end his plan had worked, they no longer had the power to resist the numbers encircling them, wasting it on a single target. Azzal had played them well. “And now… it ends. Guards… be sure they are taken… and put in the caves with… the others. Keep them restrained... and held up tight. Go!”

Celestia could not believe her folly, her grave mistake. This weight could not be lifted from her heart, and surely death would be more preferable than the knowledge you failed your subjects. As she was restrained and taken bellow to the caves she did not resist, and nor did her sister…

Metal Gear Sparkle

They were coming; she didn't have much time left. Twilight's hear was racing harder than ever before, the blood racing through her veins at 150 miles an hour. Looking back down the halls she could see the flickering shadows of the Desert Troops, drawing closer to where she stood.

Her legs kicked in once again, sending her bolting down the staircase and towards the lower levels. One misplaced hoof and she was sent tumbling down a few flights, catching herself with her wings before she hit the ground once again. Looking up she could see the palace kitchens, the large room devoid of all signs of the usual bustle. It was her last chance, she didn’t have much time. She galloped into the kitchen at full speed, nearly crashing into one of the counters and sending pots and pans flying. Across the room she could see a number of cupboards ad pantries but none big enough to hide a pony.

She could hear them, the sound of their racket as they thundered down the staircase towards where she stood. She didn't know if they had even seen her, but she was in no hurry to find out. Finally her eyes managed to lock onto the walk in freezer. Without a seconds thought she galloped towards the heavy metal door and forced it open with her magic, giving her just enough space to squeeze through before pulling it shut and locking it tightly.

It was dead cold, and although it helped cool her down she knew that it would become an issue sooner or later. Her horn lit up with a warm and comforting flame, just enough to keep her alive and well. Out of all the possible outcomes she did not want to perish locked in a kitchen freezer.

The smoke lifted over the city revealing the charred remains of the once proud city, homes reduced to blackened bones and shattered tiles. Embers burned in the ash filled ruins and the wind softened to a gentle breeze. The sky was chocked by a grey overcast, the world bellow covered in a shadowy veil. The city had fallen dead silent, only broken by occasional clang of weaponry.

The guard had fallen in the end with little resistance, outnumbered and surrounded as Azzal’s forces had closed in around. Their moral had taken a mortal blow at the capture of Shining Armour, but all hope was shattered upon seeing their princesses in chains. Weapons were reluctantly thrown to the ground and the defenders were herded into the caves bellow with the survivors.

Azzal himself had fared well, only having suffered minor cuts and bruises, his mask having been repaired and modified, his talon also back up to scratch. For now he simply waited, he waited for Equestria to fall. His plan was to strike hard and to strike deep before the body had a chance to react, and he had done so. There was little to stop him now, all of the land was his for the taking if he so chooses. It seems they would not go down so easily, he would have to meet them personally.

But something nagged on his mind, something he couldn't shake. On the eve of battle he had seen three princesses, three regal mares all of whom stood before him as a messenger. And yet he held but only two. It seems he had a princess to find.

Twilight’s eyes darted open, waking from her sleep to find herself still surrounded by the chill air. The fire she’d lit was growing dim, only embers remaining where it once burned. In the dark freezer she could barely see anything more than with her eyes shut. She huddles her wings closer to her body, trying to keep herself warm any way possible. Falling asleep was a bad idea, Twilight knew that, but she was exhausted.

She couldn't tell what time it was, or if it was even morning yet, but she had a feeling the sun had risen. Call it some kind of spiritual connection or whatever you like. But what worried her most was the fate of her friends. Applejack was captured along with her brother, so hopefully they were okay. As for Pinkie and Rarity… she didn't really want to imagine. Hopefully they were also captured and taken prisoner. At least they had a chance of staying alive then.

If Twilight was to find out she had to escape, get out of the palace and find where they were being held. She had her suspicions, but she had to be sure. The palace would probably be crawling from head to toe with those Desert Ponies; all would have no second thoughts on killing her on the spot. How anypony was capable of that she didn't know. Her horn lit up as she cast a spell on the door, the lock mechanisms clicking into place and letting the heavy freezer door slowly creep open. A wave of warm air flooded the small cramped room, Twilight holding back a sigh of relief as she realized other ponies were still present.

Pressing an eye against the crack in the door she could see two ponies, both dressed in desert robes and light armour, just casually talking as they enjoyed a quick snack from the palaces storerooms. They hadn't yet noticed her opening the freezer door, Twilight daring to open it another inch. Both of them had their backs turned to her, allowing her to open the door just enough so that she could silently squeeze out. She wasn't in the clear yet, quietly shutting the door behind her and hiding behind the kitchen counter.

She was out of sight, now she just had to get out. There were to exits; one directly in front of the guards and another just to their left that lead to the stairwell. The first was out of question and the second would be difficult. She needed a plan, and fast.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the rubbish chute, an opening that traveled straight down to the cellars where it was to be taken away. It rather small but might just be big enough to fit through. On the downside it would be noisy as Tartarus getting in and down. Twilight now needed some kind of distraction, something to throw them of. Clasping a hoof over her mouth as to silence her heavy breathing, she managed to silence herself for a while, giving her more time to think.

‘Okay Twilight you've got this. Keep calm and carry on as a wise pony once said. Now we just have to find a way to draw their attention somewhere else.’ There were a couple of pots stacked on the opposite counter, catching her eye as she searched for ideas. ‘Perfect.’

Azzal bucked open the doors with a tremendous amount of force, nearly ripping hem from their hinges. He entered the princess’s quarters with a heavy hoof, his steps echoing around for a second before settling. Lying in the center and bound by chains laid Celestia, the princess brought low by her captors. She did not open her eyes nor look up as the warlord approached, and she wasn't ready for the strike he landed on her muzzle.

“Where is she?!” He cried, bringing his outstretched hoof down on Celestia’s face. With a swift crack she felt the bones within her face crack slightly under the pressure. But she still showed no signs of giving in. “Your silence only prolongs the inevitable. Tell me where she is and her fate will be far kinder.”

He had half given up on getting the answers out of her, turning his back to leave once more, pulling his cloak over his body. “You won’t find her Azzal.” Upon hearing her words the grey stallion pivoted on the spot, looking at her with curiosity. “And when you do… it will already be too late.”

The Sun Rises

With a thundering racket, a battered and filthy Alicorn came tumbling out the trash chute and into the heap. ‘Okay, not one of my most graceful landings, but I guess it worked.’ She shook the filth out of her mane and looked back up towards the way she came. ‘Okay, they’re sure to know something’s up now. I didn't have enough time to hide the unconscious guards well enough, so somepony’s bound to stumble upon them. I've just gotta be quick.’

There seemed to be only one exit, so that was her best bet. It’s not like she has another choice. Twilight couldn't hear anypony else around, which was a small relief. Now all she had to do was figure out which way the dungeon was, which she had cleverly deduced was probably further down. Twilight followed the stone hallway till she came across the stairwell which lead down into the catacombs. ‘I hate catacombs.’ was her last thought as she descended into the darkness.

The faint glow of torchlight began to creep into Twilight's vision, she was getting close. She had reached the bottom, down the hallway had to be the dungeon. It had been years since it has seen any use, the stonework crumbling away around her. One thing still didn't sit right; all Twilight could hear was her won hoof steps, nothing else to be heard. Drawing closer to the dungeon it only confirmed her fears; they were nowhere to be seen.

‘Damn it’ Twilight kicked at the nearest wall, doing little damage to the stonework. ‘If they’re not here, then there’s only one other place they can be. But how do I even get there?’ The lavender mare took a deep breath, calming her senses and easing her heartbeat. ‘Remember Twilight, Celestia and the others are all counting on you. She knew something like this would happen and she was counting on you to save them.’ Her little internal pep talk was doing her a small amount of good at least. She turned and began to trace her way back towards the stairwell, moving slowly down the hallway. ‘I just hope they all got through alright.’

New morning rises even if it takes all her strength. Celestia remained locked up within her chambers under constant watch and held away from her subjects and far away from any rescue, but she had a duty to fulfill none the less. Azzal had subjected her to continuous beatings throughout the night in some hope that she would divulge the information he wanted to forward his campaign. She just bore through it and grinned at him in defiance, only serving to anger him further and bring on more punishment.

“I have tried everything with you Celestia, and yet you won’t answer the simplest question or follow the easiest order. Must I begin executing your subjects one by one, or do you wish me to rob you of your horn, plunging this land into an eternal night? Oh I’m sure we can find a way around this.”

Celestia continued to show no sign of giving in, even if it broke her spirit she could not give in yet. But the tyrant would have none of that, another hoof aimed straight at the Princesses muzzle. “Answer me!”

Another sharp crack had wring through her face, causing her muscles to flinch and lock up. She could tell he was at his weakest mentally, now she had a chance. “You have yet to ask me what you want to know most. Ask me and I shall tell you what I know.”

There was a sickly silence that followed, only penetrated by the breeze blowing through the shattered windows. Azzal leaned in closer and let muffled words escape his hidden mouth. “What am I then? You seem to know everything there is, so you must know there’s something wrong with me?”

“I don’t know... Maybe you’re just insane.”

Azzal was not the least bit satisfied by this answer, turning to leave the room once more in a huff. She knew nothing and only served to taunt him. “This is pointless. You have nothing to say that is of any worth, and you are no longer of any use to me.” While questions still lingered in the back of his head he pushed them back till they were barley visible. There would be a time to find out, to try and decipher his past. Someday he would figure out who he was.

“What is your name?”

This question however caught Azzal off guard, looking back to Celestia while attempting to hide his surprise. “My name is Azzal Khan, Lord of the Eastern lands and successor to Lord Sil Ran.”

“That is a title, nothing more. What was the name your parents gave you, what did colts call you when you grew up? Do you even remember?”

He had to have moment to think, delve back into his memories. And yet he came up fruitless. “My name was given to me and I do not question it. By whom I no longer know, but from that day I knew what I had to do. So here I am… finishing what I set out to do all those years ago; burn your precious lands.” He leaned in closer, his eyes holding some sway over the tension. “And now there is no force to stop me. Equestria will be mine… just as I once dreamed it.”

Horns, the sound of horns was echoing from the horizon. Azzal stood up and looked towards the balcony in a stark shock, his pupils dilating and his breathing picking up volume thanks to his mask. Celestia felt a smile creeping up onto her battered face, the warmth of her sun shining through the broken windows. The Crystal Empire had come.

“You've made a huge mistake Azzal; and it seems you’re about to pay for it dearly. Try and talk your way out of this one.”

While the caves origins are unknown it has served many a purpose over the years. But for the most part it remained untouched, left to the slow grind of time. But when war had come to their lands Celestia found use for them once again, after all they needed to keep their subjects safe from harm. So the great underground caverns were turned into a refugee camp which housed hundreds upon hundreds of citizens.

Once Azzal Khan had discovered this he had decided to make use of this space, herding the prisoners of war into the caves to keep them out of trouble. The great doors of solid stone were sealed shut, locking them within the mountain. Guards were put on constant watch, there would be no chance escape. Twilight looked around the corner at the hopeless situation and felt her plan slowly begin to crumble.

‘Okay, so they have about… twenty or so guards stationed at the entrance. On the plus side that means I've found where they’re holding everypony. On the downside I have no chance of getting past them. I can’t teleport in especially when I can’t see where I’m going, and there is no way I can just talk them into letting me past.’ Twilight ducked down behind the corner, slumping up against the stone wall as she began to think hard. ‘Right now a good idea would be appreciated.’

But as the sound of echoing horns shook the very foundations of the mountain, the guards were nearly thrown off their hooves in surprise and confusion. Twilight recognized the, even after nearly a year she recognized the sounds, and it gave her hope. Of the guards the largest and most heavily armored stood forth.

“Alright, that sounds like trouble lads. You lot with me to the courtyard you two stay here and raise the alarm in case anypony decides to be brave.” With a swift and unfamiliar salute they departed, leaving to if the unicorn soldiers to hold the position. Twilight couldn't have asked for a better opportunity.

The Empire that Never Was

To the North West a thunder crept over the hill side, running down the valley like an earthquake. Horns were sounded, clear and true, for the Crystal Empire had come. The full might of the north had been assembled, five hundred Crystal Guard armed and readied for battle. At their head stood Princess Mi Amore Cadenza in full armour, a glorious sight in the glistening sunlight. To her left and right trotted Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, one was looking far more confident than the other in this situation.

Azzal’s forces were in a small disarray, but the commander had them swiftly organised and assembled before the foot of the mountain, in the shadow of Canterlot. The city was in ruin and would give them no advantage to hold out in. His forces were far more accustomed to open warfare rather than close quarters, simply a trait gained from life in the desert. He was down a hundred from his foes, but the tyrant was confident of victory. He bore into battle his strange array of wargear, leading his force as an inspiring presence.

Cadence was reluctant to take her opponent head on for heavy losses would follow, but Azzal had positioned his forces in such a way that it was her only option. His fight would become one of sheer desperation before the end. Rainbow was eager to get to her friends while Fluttershy, who had little choice but to accompany them, decided it might be best to keep to the rear. Her armour was starting to weigh her down anyway. Azzal Khan took to the skies, flying above the front ranks as he gave his last words of encouragement.

“Soldiers, look how far I have brought you, look how far we have come! Never has our nation seen such hope as now! Victory lies before you, it is yours, take it!”

The short but to the point speech seemed to hold sway, the moral of his troops heightened as the enemy neared their position. The Crystal Guard were better armed and equipped, so they would rely on their sheer skill to bring them through. “Prepare ranks! Spears to the front, unicorns behind! Cast the shields and prepare for the charge!”

Within Canterlot Castle it was another story all together. As the two forces readied for battle, Captain Shining Armour and his troops were preparing for one last stand. Thanks to Twilight's act of skill and bravery the prisoners held within the cavern had escaped, but they were not yet free. Azzal still held the city and all exits were blocked off. They would have to fight their way through, give the civilians time to flee and then join the fray bellow. Shinning wasted no time in organizing is guard, retaking the palace and readying the remaining forces to move out and finish this.

After Twilight shared a tearful group hug with Rarity, Applejack and Pinkie Pie, the group set off for Celestia’s Quarters. If Azzal was as cliché as she had predicted he wouldn't have been able to resist sticking her in the highest room of the tallest tower. The stallion seemed to reek of something rather tacky and… odd.

Rarity was not very much enjoying the experience of climbing the stairway. “When I pictured this… I always imagined that… it would be me sitting at the top… awaiting my prince to come to my rescue. This is all… a bit much.”

Applejack, who remained at the front of the group, turned and rolled her eyes at the damsel. “Do Ah have ta carry ya up these stairs or would it be easier ta kick ya up?”

Rarity wasn't very appreciative of the farmpony’s tone, laughing in a sarcastic but exhausted manor. “Oh ha ha, you know full well… I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. We are in the middle… of a bloody war. At least try to be a bit more understanding.”

“Fine then, would ya like me ta kick ya up darling.” Rarity only returned a scowl to Applejack’s smug grin, but both ponies soon returned to their usual playful smirks. “Let me give ya a hoof then.”

“No no no, I’ll be fine darling. I think the least I should be able to do is carry my own weight. But thank you for the offer.”

Twilight and Pinkie exchanged a few confused gazes, the bookworm giving up on any chance of understanding while the other gave them a look that could have been easily captioned with ‘now kiss’.

Soon they found themselves before the broken entrance to Celestia’s Quarters, the door lying in pieces on the polished marble while many of the windows stood shattered. In the centre of the room itself lied Celestia herself, bruised, cut and beaten after her ill experience with Azzal and his troops. At her side crouched Luna, going ahead of the others to find her sister. She did her best to comfort her, using her magic to slowly fix her open wounds.

The Princess of the Night looked up to the new arrivals with a hollow smile. “It is good to see you alive and well Twilight Sparkle. We have our sister well looked after here.”

Pinkie was holding back as small amount of tears as they looked at Celestia’s condition. Twilight trotted forward and knelt beside Luna as she continued to aid her sister. “Will she be alright?”

Luna gave a slow nod with a bit more confidence. “We are sure. Our sister is many things, but weak is not one of them. Neither are you Twilight. Now you must join the others, end what we have started. I can feel these days drawing to a close and you must be there to see it done.” She turned to face Rarity who was leaning against Applejack for support. “You still bear the Elements of Harmony?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, I do.” She took out from her saddlebags the decorated box containing the sacred tools. “I kept them in case the need should arise. They’re not much use without Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy however.”

“Then you must go and meet them. They fight beside Cadence before the city. Find her and you will find your friends. Good luck to you all, and may the next time we talk be in happier times.”

Twilight and the others bowed, all except Pinkie who seemed far too focussed with the nearby window. “Uh guys, I think we better get down there fast! Shining Armour’s already heading off to join the fight!”

“You’re right Pinkie.” Twilight motioned for them all to depart, all of them following in quick succession and leaving the sisters to their care. “I just hope we aren’t t-“

“Don’t say that!” Pinkie shoved her hoof in Twilight’s mouth. “Have you learned nothing?!”

“Awwght phhine, hiphh it yurr way.”

The Rise and Fall

This was it, this was their last gamble. Three armies clashing under the mountains shadow, the vale of Canterlot. The Crystal Empire, an army glittering in the morning sun; the last of the Canterlot Guard, each bearing witness to the slaughter of half their forces before the gates; and last of all was the barbarian hordes from a nation of no name. Never had they stood united for such a cause, never looking beyond small tribal feuds, but times have changed.

All knew in their hearts there was only one solution; the defeat of their enemy. There was no reasoning with them, no diplomacy, for Azzal’s goal was nothing short of total conquest. He had spent years clawing his way up the ranks of a divided nation, deceived his allies and dealt to his foes. What they faced here was not a pony, for what pony would sell his soul for such a prize?

The battle was taking a swift turn; Azzal’s forces were wearing thin as their foe closed in around them. Their light travel gear and weapons were severely outmatched by the guards armour and training. Pegasi were shot out of the skies by well-placed blasts of magical energy, pinning them down. Moral was at its lowest, and no speech or twisted word from Azzal could sway it.

Azzal himself was another matter. There was no more hiding behind his troops, no more hiding, it was time to lead by example. With the Talon of Pain reforged Azzal began to cut a swath in their lines, casting fire and ruin at the enemy, creating disarray and chaos. The guard attempted to bring him down using magic but all attempts were failed, the metal construct deflect the projectiles with ease. The dark magic invested in the talon was fuel by the spilling of blood around it, its power slowly accumulating like a caged demon. Where Azzal went his troop’s courage was restored. Maybe they could hold out for a while longer.

From his own ranks however the cracks were beginning to show. Their minds snapped under the pressure, tossing down their arms in surrender in hopes they’d be sparred. Azzal however sparred no one, least of all a coward. However his numbers were beginning to thin, with Shining Armour and Princess Cadence at their head, the forces of Equestria seemed unstoppable. If they had any hope of survival they had to eliminate the heads, bring their moral crashing down. So when the Captain of Guard was in sight Azzal Khan did not hesitate to challenge him.

Taken off guard, Shining was suddenly stuck by a solid blow to the side that sent him sprawling. Lifting the Talon once more, Azzal issued challenge to the grounded captain. Behind his mask he bore a smug grin as he taunted his foe.

“Come now soldier, let’s put on a good show for your wife! It would be a shame for her to see you die without a fight!”

Anger boiled deep inside Shining as he pulled himself to his hooves. Without another second’s hesitation, Shining Armour drew his double edged sword and aimed it towards the tyrant.

“I’ll do more than just fight; I’ll end this once and for all!”

Shining moved into a quick gallop, tightening the magical grip on his blade as he raised it for a death bringing swing. Azzal kept his stance, one hoof held up with the Talon in grasp. The blades were stained a deep crimson, smoke still escaping from the inner workings. The enchantment upon it required the souls of his victims, and now it was more than satisfied.

He was now within ten feet of his. The Talon was held aloft and the fires of death spewed forth, lancing out towards his unsuspecting victim. Shining’s eyes widened as he pushed himself of to the side, narrowly avoiding the worst of the flames but still suffering burns to his flank.

Azzal chuckled as the captain groaned in pain, the sound of his merriment infuriating yet terrifying those around him. Shining Armour took the sword up in his grip again, this time however firing a bolt of energy towards the tyrant before making his assault.

Azzal used the Talon to shield himself quickly, deflecting the magical attack into the ground. Before he knew it Shining was already on top of him, taking advantage of the heavy and cumbersome nature of the Talon. Azzal struggled to make a decent strike, the bladed appendages simply not enough to make the fatal blow. Shining’s sword however was beating down faster than he could avoid, striking his armor and weapon before he could hope to counter.

Azzal tried to pull out his Basilisk Dagger to even the odds, just a scratch was all it took for the poison to take hold. But even as he revealed it from under his cloak it was knocked aside, a lucky swing sending it to the dirt. That would be the last of his dirty tactics.

One blow found its mark, piercing deep into his shoulder as it broke through flesh and bone alike. Azzal resisted the urge to yell in pain, instead using this as a chance to lash out. The Talon managed to strike the captain across the face, but only left a slight scar as it failed to make the kill. Shining drew his sword from Azzal’s wound and levelled his hoof for to strike.

The first blow hit Azzal in the neck, winding him and causing a great amount of pain. The next landed straight on his mask, causing the contraption to break under the force. It all began to cave in, his lungs filling with blood as his lifeline was severed. Breathing became shallow and panicked, forcing Azzal to the ground as he desperately tried to reassemble the broken mask.

“No more poisonous words from you, not anymore.” Shining kicked him to the side, leaving the fallen lord as re-join his comrades. The guard cheered his name, cries of victory went up across the battlefield. Everywhere the desert warriors cast down their arms and surrendered, none daring to resist after such a crushing blow had been dealt.

Azzal was finished, he knew it was so. He could feel the life slowly drain from his body as his throat collapsed in. What a pitiful way to die he thought to himself. All these years of careful planning and execution for nothing? No, he had dealt his blow. He had struck the heart and now it was sorely wounded. He had caused more chaos and destruction than any before him. That was his purpose after all.

The sounds of battle died down, even the triumphant cheers were silenced as the realization sunk in. The dead numbered nearly in the thousands, littering the valley from the gates of Canterlot to the shores of lake saddle. There would be no songs of victory, no parades and no celebration. They had won this day, but at what cost.

Shining Armour fell into his wife’s hooves, taking the weight of his hooves for a brief second as they savoured each other’s embrace. It had been a hard fought victory and the captain was just thankful he had lived through it. Twilight and her friends were once again reunited, holding each other as tight as they could without suffocating them.

“You should have seen us,” Rainbow Dash boasted. “I was all like ‘Wham!’ and then the other came up behind me and I was like ‘Zam!’” She gave them a demonstration of her heroism as she recounted her deeds. “Now me and Fluttershy are even, she saved my life and now I saved her from those guys! I think we all deserve break after this.”

“Fluttershy and I, dear.” Rarity interjected. “And yes, I think we all deserve break after all of this. Once we get back to Ponyville I shall probably go to sleep and never wake up. I never want to see another bow again in my life.”

Applejack gave a stern nod. “Ah here ya Rare’s. All Ah want now is ta get on back to the farm and see mah family again. Sure Ah’m doggone tired, but I've been worried sick ‘bout ‘em since we got here.”

“Well then that settles it,” Twilight spoke in a far more relaxed mood. “Once we’re done here we’re all getting our flanks back to Ponyville. I’m sure the Princesses will need our help with the clean-up, but after that I’d like nothing more than to see Spike again.”

“And mah family.”

“And my dear sister.”

“And my bed.”

“And my poor animals.”

“And the cupcakes, don’t forget the cupcakes!”

Twilight rolled her eyes at the party pony, but gave her a quick hug anyway. “Sure Pinkie, who could forget that.” She turned her attention back to Rarity for a second, her eyes looking at the laden saddlebags. “It’s just too bad we weren't in time to use the elements. I know we had to split up in order to warn Cadence, but I can’t help but think how many more we could have saved if we had have all been here.”

“Think no more of it darning, we did all we could have possibly done. The elements are strong, but not strong enough I fear to stop an army. We did what was right and saved Equestria in the process. You should be proud.” Rarity placed a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. The battle’s over, now all that’s left it to clean up the mess.”

“Over!? Who said anything about it being over!?”

Suddenly all eyes were turned on the dying corpse of Azzal, surrounded by guards, but now flowing with some unnatural energy. Before their eyes the body began to break apart, dissipating into magical energy. What followed next however was far worse than they could have imagined.

The energy began to gather into a ball of light, nothing left of the tyrant save a blood stained patch of earth. The tyrant was gone, but something new was about to arrive. The ball of light began to shift and mould, taking on a new form. Limbs began to appear from it, a head and a tail extending from either end.

“Well that was most uncomfortable!” The creature exclaimed. “Not one of my better ideas, but you can’t say I didn't give it a good try.”

Twilight felt her heart sink to the bit of her stomach, the realization coming upon her. “…how?”

Discord playfully looked at Twilight in a state of surprise. “Oh hello Twilight, it’s so good to see you again! You were always my favourite, just don’t tell the yellow one.” He couldn’t help but laugh at his own joke.

“How are you here? Where have you been!? Explain yourself!”

“Oh right to the point are we? Fine then, I’ll humour you for a while. Everypony take a seat, it’s quite the tale I assure you.” Discord snapped his claws and under each of the six ponies appeared a rather comfy sofa. With another snap the spirit of chaos was now sitting happily on a cloud wearing a red velvet robe and smoking a pipe. Twilight and her friends could only sit and stare in confusion. “Listen closely my little ponies, I’ll only tell you once. I’m not really in the mood to repeat myself.”

“After my “reformation”,” He gestured for effect. “I was in quite a funny situation. You see I never really considered the implications of falling under Celestia’s subservience, the fact that I would never rise to power, never have the fun I always dreamed of. I was doomed to remain in the background, a simple caretaker. So I decided down with Celestia, I’ll take this land myself.

“But then you showed up, Miss Twilight Sparkle with your fancy wings, and shake everything up. Two princesses is enough to deal with, but three… no, wait… four is asking a bit much, even for me! So I hatched a scheme, and it was a brilliant one. I had to create something to get rid of you, so I made a weapon tailor maid to defeat you. You have such wonderful nightmares princess, so much to work with. Looking into your mind I found all the components I needed to create the perfect tool to defeat you and all of stinking Equestria.

“A funny thing, wasn't he? Just a bunch of random jigsaw pieces forced together, even if they don’t fit all too well. I created him out of your fears; the name of a fictional warlord, the mask of a Batmane villain, the weapons out of science fiction. It was all too much to resist. I put it all together and I made him, sending him into the desert to fulfill my plans. He tried his best, aside from the part where he failed me.

“I had to pour much of my own energy just into creating him, it’s not as easy to create life as some may think. I wasn't able to lift a claw. But now all this chaos has given me more than enough power. Let’s take this opportunity to pick up where we left off.”

Discord waved his hand, holding the six ponies in his magical grasp. “First things first, we can’t have you lot running around and fetching your precious elements. Don’t worry, I've already booked you some accommodation.” Out of thin air a large cage formed around the group, imprisoning them all before they could react.

“You won’t get away with this Discord!” Pinkie yelled at the draconequus, waving her hoof in an angry manor.

Discord merely laughed off her little tantrum, rather enjoying moments like these. “Must you go on? I’ve already gotten away with it, all that’s left to deal with is old Celestia and Luna. How much easier can it be?”

“That’s enough Discord.” Discord turned to see that Princess Celestia had finally arrived, looking in a far worse state than her sister who stood beside her. Cadence and Shining quickly galloped to the Princesses defence, ready to face down the beast once and for all. “Your plans have cost hundreds of ponies their lives this day. Stop this now before it gets out of hoof.”

“I always miss you Celestia, you've always been the thickest of the bunch. How do any of you plan on stopping me at this level of power? You simply can’t, not even with your sister and your little entourage.”

“We won’t,” Celestia’s horn lit up as a beam of energy shattered the cage imprisoning Twilight and her friends. “but they will.”

Rarity had already given out the Elements of Harmony, each of them wearing their jewel proudly. “Alright girls,” Twilight instructed. “let’s finish this.”

Discord was, more or less, caught off guard. “You can’t do that! I’m Discord, the spirit of chaos! I will not be defeated again!”

The elements began to glow and pulsate with energy, their magic focussed into one powerful multi-coloured beam. Discord threw all the power he had left into his attack, meeting the elements in a magical clash. He pressed into it as much as he could, but his fate was already sealed. The rainbow beam started to advance on Discord, pushing him back till he could no longer resist. With one last cry he was struck, the elements overwhelming his body with his stone prison. His arms shielding his face is fear, the lord of chaos was but a statue once again. Twilight and the others let out a sigh of relief, it was over for good this time.

“Good... job girls… I think we’re... done for the day.” The lavender mare gasped. “Let’s just take tomorrow off, not come in. Sound like a good idea?” A collective agreement was shared among them.

“Indeed, you've earned that and much more.” Celestia smiled warmly at her student. “It seems we are all once more in your debt.”

Twilight turned away from her mentor and back towards the battlefield, the smells of blood and smoke attacking her nose, the bodies of countless soldiers, innocent and guilty alike. Twilight’s gut wrenched as she took it all in. “I can’t help but think… we were that close to failing.”

Epilogue

It was all strange, the light brush of sand against his coat coupled with the heat of the sun beating down on his collapsed form. His charcoal mane fell in front of his eyes as the gentle warm breeze rolled across the dunes of the innermost desert. Using a hoof to brush the loose strands from his vision, the disoriented pony looked out across the scene laid out in front of him.

High above a valley of golden sand laid a small village, the buildings carded out of limestone and held together with dry bits of timber. With his mouth growing dryer by the second, the stallion pulled himself to his shaky hooves and began to slowly make his way towards the settlement.

On the outskirts of the village he gained the attention of a few locals, surprised to see anypony crawl out of the desert in his state. He made no attempt to ask for help, nor was he given it, until one stallion offered for him to lean a wing on him.

He helped the stranger across town to his little home near the edge of town, a rough stone structure with a worn wooden roof, it was obvious that it had weathered many storms. The stallion introduced himself as Mayson, a local stone carver. When he inquired to the strangers name there was a long pause before any answer was given. However in his mind he somehow knew what his name was, though little else.

“My name… is Azzal Khan… I think.”

Mayson had raised an eye at this, perplexed at his peculiar name. “And where are you from, Azzal?”

“I’m not sure. All I remember is waking up in the desert with nothing… but I feel strange. Like there’s a million ideas in my brain and a million more things to accomplish, like the bricks of my life have already been presented, it’s left to me to assemble them.”

“I don't think I quite follow you son.”

Azzal snapped out of his little moment, looking the carver dead in the eye. “It's nothing, nothing at all. I guess I’m just a bit tired from, you know, being out in the sun.”

“I guess so.” Mayson wasn't sure what to make of him. Any other pony would have cast him back into the desert to find his own way, and yet here he was still. “I presume you’ll want a bed for the night, don’t want to be caught in a stand storm. There’s a spare bed upstairs where my son used to sleep, it should be all ready for you.”

Azzal gave a silent nod, heading towards the old creaking staircase and ascending towards the upper floor. Strangers usually were trouble in these parts, spies from neighboring villages and bandits, but this one seemed more lost than anything. Mayson pitied him, but for whatever reason this was he couldn't fully understand.

“Oh, by the way,” Azzal appeared from the stairwell with a small grin on his face after a good look at his temporary bed. “thanks.”

“You’re most welcome. Now get yourself cleaned up, we’ll be eating in an hour.”

Five years later...

Dellas let out a groan as he picked himself off the cobblestone ground. His head throbbed with a sharp pain, each pulse ringing loudly in his ears. It was dark, but the subtle hint of torchlight kept whatever spirits he had alive for now. He wasn’t dead after all, how bad could it possibly be?

Then it hit him, the defeat at the hands of the guard. His loyalty had taken its toll during the fight, torn between defending his brothers and sisters or surrender and be rid of Azzal. If there was to be peace then the stallion had to die.

But it was all over now, the war was done. It had been a short one but they all had scars to show for it. What next entered the old general’s mind was the fate of Arin. They were both in this, both had thrown down their arms, and yet she was nowhere to be seen. There were a few other soldiers in the cell with him, but none of them were her. Dellas began to think the worst.

A prisoner of war, he wondered what that would be like. Would they execute them, punish them, send them home with a good kick up the flank? That was more than what they deserved and he knew it. Dellas had fought, he had killed, and he was just as guilty as Azzal.

A one of the guard wandered by his cell, keeping a close eye for any suspicious activity from the prisoners. He grew rather suspicious when he saw Dellas make a move towards him, drawing his sword in case things got out of hoof.

“Back prisoner, there’s no use in trying anything now.”

“What? No, no.”

The guard sheathed his sword. “You best keep it that way.”

“May I ask something of you first?”

The guard wasn't in the mood to discuss with the same villains who killed many of his friends, but he forced himself to stay put despite his internal conflict. “Be quick about it.”

“What exactly is planned for us?”

The guard didn't seem too pleased with the question but answered none the less. “The Princesses have come to the agreement that you and the others who laid down their arms are to be spared and sent back to your homeland. Rather generous if you ask me, considering how many you lot killed.”

Dellas couldn't hold back a small sigh of relief, even under the circumstances. “I know, but we will work to ensure nothing like that ever happens again. We lost our friends too.”

“The last of the prisoners have been escorted bellow the city my sister.” Luna announced her arrival, observing a bandaged and recovering Celestia as she watched the ruined city from her balcony. “You should be in bed ‘Tia, it is not good to strain yourself at this hour.”

“I understand Luna, but I have a duty still. It will be a difficult day when I must part with it.”

Luna bowed her head and gazed at the marble floor below them. “Do you think… Sparkle is ready? With all that’s happened over the last week alone, do you think she is still capable.”

“Definitely, if anything she has proven more of her worth now than ever before. Remember sister if she had not risked her life to free you and the others from the caves, neither of us would be speaking here tonight. Without Twilight I fear that things could have gone far worse. I know she’s ready.”

“You always have a plan, don’t you? If we were a lesser mare we would think you had planned this all along.”

“Don’t be ridiculous Luna, I am not as devious and you would think me to be.”

“Aside from that, maybe it would be wise for you to hand over the duty of raising and lowering the sun to us for now. You need rest and this is no way to go about it. Twilight will help me with the night sky, she needs the practice after all.”

“That may be wisest, as much as I hate having to admit it, I cannot do everything I could before in my current state. Good night to you sister.”

“And I to you.”

Dear Princess Celestia,

I was planning on resuming my studies as soon as I returned to Ponyville, in hope that things might return to normal. But after everything that’s happened I’m beginning to understand; there’s no going back, no undoing what’s been done. My friends and I are changed ponies, we’ve seen things that no mare should ever see. Maybe I’m just overanalysing things, but I don’t think any of us have really come to terms with what happened.

Fluttershy was rather shy about it at first, not willing to speak about it to anypony aside from Rainbow Dash. We all decided to check up on her just to see if she was okay and we even managed to get her to talk about some of her experiences. She broke down in tears. Dash thought it might be best we left so she could comfort her. I haven’t seen her since yesterday.

Rarity’s been taking it in her stride along with Applejack, I think they’re both too stubborn to admit they had it pretty rough over the past month. Applejack’s stays out late bucking trees till there’s not a leaf hanging and Rarity’s making more dresses than she knows what to do with. I guess we all have our own ways of coping.

Pinkie Pie’s been visiting allot recently. She’s trying to cheer me up and I’m doing my best to play along. She puts me in a better mood, but I still know that she’s going through the same thing I am, she’s just better at hiding it. Spike caught on to our odd behaviour rather quickly, now I can’t get him to stop trying to get me to talk about it. He’s always been there for me, even if I don’t always appreciate it. I’m sure he knows that.

I guess that’s it then. We’re all moving on with our lives, trying to forget what we’ve been through with little success. Before I end this I need to know something, something that’s been plaguing me for a while now. Azzal Khan was created out of my fears, right? He was made by Discord to be the perfect weapon to fight me, to create chaos. He was cunning, ruthless, everything I’m not. Maybe that’s what I’m afraid of, not some names from story books that scared me as a filly, but that I will someday become just like him.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle