Archangel Of The Rebellion - A New Lunar Republic Fanfiction

The mysterious figure continued on his way under the soft light of the beautiful full moon. The forest seemed to come alive around him, shadows became spectres and owls became dragons. The figure kept his wits about him, he had never fought a wild animal before and didn’t know how. His aching legs somehow dragged him over the crest of a large hill, wet with fallen leaves. At the top, the pony stopped and caught his breath, his lungs felt ready to burst and his legs were as heavy as lead.

As he looked up, the figure saw the great walled city of Stalliongrad. A fortress city, thousands of years old, the centrepiece was a grand spired metal castle, it looked like a very slender, shining mountain cluster in the middle of the town. The walled city was neat and intimidating, but it had gone the same tragic route of Canterlot, outside the walls was a city twice the size of the walled area, and half as impressive. It had only one or two storey houses, most with broken or boarded windows, and rife with drug dealing, prostitution and other crimes. Not as exaggerated as Canterlot though, there was no shantytown and the population was managed, but there was a war going on, and most of the funds had to go towards that, the wellbeing of the people came second. That said, the people were the very reason the war was happening, Luna was fighting for their freedom.

The figure smiled for the first time in days when he saw his destination come into view, it may have looked disappointing but he felt like he hadn’t seen anything more uplifting in all his life, the determined pony had nearly finished his journey.

As the figure approached the gates into the walled city, he gazed at the huge archway, looming threateningly overhead, the stone replaced by thick steel decades ago. He shuddered as he thought about what they were keeping out.

In front of the gate were two guards, they were very intimidating. Both of them had navy blue coats and black manes, their eyes had slit pupils, such that they resembled a cat’s, with little emotion in them. The most intriguing feature about these ponies however, was that their wings resembled a bat’s, not a pegasus’, unable to fold them down like a pegasus too. The wings stuck up out of the ponies’ backs and twitched every now and again, The figure kicked himself for seeing them as just another weakness. He walked up towards them.

“Halt! What business have you here?” cried one of the guards, raising a hoof in front of him.

“I wish to join the rebel army of the new lunar republic, take me to the princess.” The nameless pony demanded.

“Ha, good luck with that. But you’re going to have to go to the recruitment office like everypony else if you want to join the army.” Replied the guard. “You may enter.”

“Well I suggest that you tell her I’m here.” Said the figure. He then grabbed the knife from the guard’s belt, turned around and embedded it into a fencepost 300 metres away. He turned back to face the guard, whose eyes were widened with shock, and walked past him into the city. The first guard trotted over to the second and whispered into his ear, “This could be the archangel, tell the princess.” The second guard galloped away to the castle.

Princess Luna was sitting serenely in her modest throne, a bench compared to Celestia’s great chair, she was discussing war progress and tactics with her general, Dragonheart.

“our new stronghold at Trottingham is coming under heavy fire from both Solar Empire forces and the Chaos Dominion, it is a very tactical location and –.” The general reported.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Snapped Luna, she was growing impatient with the pony, he seemed to have caused her more problems than he had solved.

“Well, if we –” Dragonheart began, before he was interrupted by a royal guard galloping down the centre of the room, his hoofsteps echoing off the high ceiling. The general sighed and left the room.

“Your majesty.” He panted, bowing, “He may have arrived.”

“Are you sure?” Luna asked, rising from her throne.

“We cannot be certain, your highness.” He replied, rising from his kneeling position.

“Frisk him and send him in here, I would like to… examine him.” The princess said, a thin smile crossing her lips.

The nameless pony was on his way to the recruitment station when the two soldiers from the gate intercepted him.

“Stop there. The princess wishes to see you.” The first guard said, glaring at the figure.

“Come with us.” The second guard continued, “we’re gonna’ have to frisk you I’m afraid, up on the wall.” The pony obliged and allowed the guards to check him for explosives or weapons, they rummaged through his saddlebags, before stopping suddenly.

“We’re going to have to look after this for a while.” Said the second guard, holding up the impressive blade to the sky. “Where’d you get this from anyway?” he enquired.

“Family heirloom.” Replied the nameless pony bluntly. “You’d better give it back.”

“Yeah yeah, come with us now.” He answered, turning around and flicking his head to the side.

The doors to the palace throne room opened magically and the nameless pony entered, flanked by the two guards. At the other end of the room, The majestic princess Luna gazed at him intently. Her face was stern.

“Who in Equestria do you think you are?” She shouted, “What are you doing in my city? Did my sister send you here?” Luna’s eyes burned with rage. “You pose a direct threat to me and my subjects, GUARDS! Take this traitor away and lock him up.” Her eyes were beyond anger now, her pupils very briefly flickered to slits like her guards. The soldiers grabbed him by the forelegs and began to drag him down the room, the princess glaring.

Suddenly the figure’s expression went from shock, to dismay, to anger. He roared and lifted the two guards into the air, slamming them into the ground. Before they could get up again, he broke a wing of each with a sickening crunch, on the first guard, the skin around the break tore, leaving a fissure all the way across the membrane, causing the wing to hang weakly down by the soldier’s side. He lay on the floor screaming and kicking the air, pulling his mane. The other soldier was less badly injured and became enraged, flinging himself at the figure, who stepped out of the way and grabbed his mane as he passed. The soldier’s front legs came off the ground at the sudden stop, the figure then punched him twice, once in the neck and once in the face. The guard choked and fell forwards clutching at his neck, blood began to dribble out of the corners of his mouth and he gasped. With that he collapsed onto the ground and stopped moving.

The first guard was still sobbing and rolling on the ground when the figure moved over to him, grabbing the broken top half of his wing and tearing it off completely. The soldier let out an ear splitting scream and the figure threw the severed limb over his shoulder. Blood started to squirt out of the area around the bone, the figure glanced at it briefly before grunting and stamping on the guard’s head, a torrent of blood, brains and vitreous fluid poured out of the destroyed skull, spraying all over the floor.

“I expected more of you, princess.” Growled the nameless pony, staring into her eyes.

“Ha.” Laughed the princess, she seemed to have been enjoying the whole thing. “Bravo! Good show!” she said, rising. The figure was confused, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned around, the two corpses flashed and transformed into two dead insect like creatures, with green eyes and fangs. Changelings.

“We’ve been expecting you, Archangel.” Said Luna, walking towards him.

“What the hell is going on?!" he roared. "Is this some kind of a joke?!” he said, frantically searching the area around him for a potential ambush.

“Your escapades haven’t gone unnoticed, and you have been dubbed the Archangel. It seems you are even more skilled than the rumours say.” The princess explained. “Oh, and here’s your knife.” She said, lifting it up with her magic and giving it to him.

“You’re using… Changelings?” the figure said, surprised.

“Indeed we are, your two guard friends are alive and well.” Luna said, the two guards walking out from the shadows behind her.

“And it would be helpful if you were nicer to them.” A hissing voice said from the shadows. The ground shook momentarily and a larger changeling appeared in the middle of the room, in front of the figure.

“Niccce to meet youuuu.” It said, “I am Chrysalis, queen of the changelingssssss.” She became an indistinct swirl for a second, before taking the form of the figure and holding out her hoof.

The pony, now codenamed Archangel, didn't move, his face remaining in it's dumbfounded expression. Gradually, it split into a smile, and he laughed and laughed and laughed. It was a good laugh, a laugh one would not associate with the pony it belonged to, as it was boisterous and infectious like no other.

"Ok, I have to admit, I'm impressed. And also more than a little confused." He said as he shook the hoof of Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings, with the Goddess of the Moon looking on in approval.