Neutrality

(In Toqilin)

A dark presence is felt all over the city ponies have been found wounded and dangling on the edge of life during the past few days. The culprit remains in the shadows as do his motives. "I must keep grandfather's teachings alive," The mysterious Woman thought to herself. "They may have conquered my home, but they are far from worthy," The woman was deep in thought, kneeling at her ancestral shrine. "Grandfather, I seek your guidence."
A spirit slowly stepped before her, his skin was very dark, his hair blood red. "What is your question?" The Spirit's voice was deep and dark.

"How do I know what I am doing is right?"

"The main weapon of the Fuhma are the shadows, you should learn to listen to them," The Spirit knelt down and ran his hand through the woman's hair. "You are my granddaughter, Speak with the shadows they will teach you what no mortal should know, I will be watching, and waiting for your answer."

"Thank you Master Kotaro,"

"I will await your call, until next we meet Fuhma, Kali." The Spirit bowed to his student granddaughter and flowed away in the breeze.

"Until next we meet." Kali was always confused by his words but his simple actions made up for his complicated manner of speaking. Kali was glad the Fuhma Shrine had not been discovered by these four legged invaders. She wonder to herself how did these miniature horses defeat every human on the entirety of Japan in one night, let alone discard their bodies.

(The Other Side of Toqilin.)

Another mysterious woman hangs from a neon sign that reads Toqilin Police Department. She spots an open window and slips inside unnoticed. The room was eerily dark just the way she liked it. She heard hoofsteps in the hall that stopped at the door. The door opened and two ponies walked in and sat down on padded thrones. "I just don't know how this could be possible, I mean who would do this, and why."

"I don't know," The elderly beige one seemed suspicious and looked behind his chair. "I coulda sworn there was,"

"Somepony there, you must be getting senile in your old age." The blue one scoffed. "They shoulda put you in retirement years ago."

"Leave this senile old stallion alone,"

"Whatever, jeez." The blue one trotted out the door and shut it behind him.

"Not many can sense the presence of someone of my calibur," The woman dropped from the rafters and kneeled before the old stallion. "You must be one of sound mind." The woman stood about six feet tall, her face hidden under an armored headband and a teal face cloth.

"What are you?"

"My apologies, I am Hanna Hattori, I am a human. I have power over the shadows." She bowed to the stallion. "I have reason to believe this culprit you seek is someone too powerful for you to stop."

"Who is the culprit?"

"Kali Fuhma, the last remaining master of the Fuhma clan."

"What can I do to help?"

"I need you to give me any new information you find, like where and when you found the victims, and their witness testimony."

"I think I could manage that."

"Thank you for your cooperation." The woman walked to the window and pulled out a chain scythe, she threw it to wrap around a lamp post and swung into the trees in the park across the street.

(In Canterlot.)

"We're almost there Knight." Twilight still seemed a little unsure whether to trust me, but that is justified since I carry a sword bigger than her.

"How are you able to carry them both?" The Cyan Pegasus hovered around me in circles.

"You mean Zecora and the sword?"

"Yeah that sword's gotta weigh at least a ton."

"One moment," I lift Zecora and set her on the ground, I reach for the hilt. The blade slid out of the rings and I wielded it in one hand. "Try holding it." I hold out the hilt for her to grab it between her teeth.

"Mah Celeshtia this ishn't heavy at all." She spit it out into my hand.

"Gee thanks,"

"Sorry, name's Rainbow Dash,"

"It's nice to meet you Rainbow Splash." Every one else giggled.

"Where did you ever get that armor, it's so ostentatious."

"Yes it is very flashy, My uncles gave it to me on my twenty-first birthday."

"Where did they get it,"

"I don't know,"

"The sword looks weird,"

"Of course it does it's five put together."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a feeling I'll have to show you later." We had arrived at Camelot Castle. It had not changed at all, I slip my blade into the rings and push open the door. I ran through the halls to the throne room doors. I quickly push them open. "Is anyone here, I need to speak with the rulers!"

"What are you,"

"Malicious Gawain, Squire of The Round Table." I kneel leaving myself completely open to attack.

"Squire of The Round Table," I hear a faint sound that resembles spell casting, but not normal spell casting, forbidden spell casting. A green flash of light shot at me. In a second my sword slashed through the giant black skull.

"Death Magic,"

"You have been warned, leave this place." The white Unicorn yelled.

"You have no right to use magic," This unicorn had desecrated the only things I respect, Chivalry and Magic. My heart was filled with rage, Dagda as my witness I will teach him the true meaning of Magic. My blade sprang open and Percival's Dragonslayer was set ablaze. His eyes were filled with fear. "When on the business end of Magic you soil yourself. 'tis punishment enough." The blades slowly collapse on one another and return to their previous form. "Where are the Rulers of this land?"

"They are right behind you." A melodious voice sounded from behind.