Briggs set a brisk pace towards his office in the palace which also served as the Empire's military headquarters. "Briggs!" Myranda called after him. He stopped and turned to face Myranda. "What is it?" Briggs looked up at a clock on the wall, "I have so much to prepare in so little time!" He cursed, this time stomping on foot against the ground once as he often did when he was upset. Myranda sighed, "I just..." her voice faltered. At this Briggs raised an eyebrow, Myranda never falters. She's keeping something from me! Briggs realized but he kept this theory private.

Myranda continued, "I just want you to be safe, is that so much to ask?" Briggs knew that there was something else, but he ignored it when he saw Myranda's eyes that were starting to tear up. He kissed her gently before replying, "I'll be fine, don't worry about me." Inside, Briggs cursed, he could have come up with something better! Luckily, Myranda seemed to be comforted by this small statement and she nodded slowly, her eyes locked on to his.

Finally they kissed goodbye and Briggs started up the stairs toward his office. It wasn't a very long or hard kiss, just a peck to most people. But for some reason, this one stuck out to Briggs. He tried hard to shake the feeling and focus on his job but it stuck with him. All he could think about was her! Finally, he pushed it to the back of his mind as he walked into his office.

Briggs' office was quite large and very spacious. It actually had two levels that were both entirely made out of different colored crystals. On the bottom floor, there was a giant circular table with a miniature, 3D scale replica of the whole empire and the surrounding areas. The crystal walls were littered with various scrolls and books of different strategies and letters. On the wall opposite of the entryway there was a large glass window looking out over the city. In front of the window was a staircase that curved up to the office's second floor.

The second floor had the same structure as the first, including the spacious window in the front. There was a very large desk on a rug that resembled the flag of the empire resting in the center of the room. The walls were also covered in books and scrolls resembling the bottom floor, all accept for a small slot in the wall. Above this slot was a small golden plaque that read, out. All the letters and forms that Briggs signed could be placed there and would magically be teleported to the mail room. Above this slot was a hollow metal box labeled in. Letters and forms for him would be teleported into that box. Briggs had to admit that it was a pretty efficient system.

Briggs was still slightly dazed from his kiss from Myranda when he climbed the stairs into the upper part of the office. He could already see his inbox overflowing with letters from different Generals that were a lower rank then him requesting supplies and orders from him. He needed to formulate a defensive plan. The best offense is a good defense! Briggs thought happily as he read over the first letter concerning General Swiftblade and his request for more supplies in the northern section of Equstria. Briggs sighed and, crumpling up the letter, he began working on a reply.

Dear General Swiftblade,

I will send you as much supplies as you need, but when they arrive, I must ask that you pull your forces back to the Empire at once. We need all the men we can to repel the Changeling army. Your haste would be greatly appreciated.

From

High General Briggs Ashbringer

Briggs set the reply in another pile on the left side of his desk and looked over at the pile of letters that he had to respond to. He sighed, "I'm going to write a lot more of these before the day is done!"

...

Briggs walked wearily back to his house. The last glimmering rays of the sun were fading behind the distant mountains to the west and dull stars were now visible in the darkening sky. The street was empty accept for the occasional pony that worked too late that day and was just now coming home. Street lamps were unheard of in Equestria (They still haven't invented light bulbs or electricity for that matter.) and so the street was almost pitch black. Every footstep felt heavier than the last to Briggs as he drew nearer and nearer to his house.

The lights were off inside his house and Briggs sighed deeply. Using his magic he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Too tired to even think about dinner, Briggs made his way up the stairs to the bedroom. He could see Myranda asleep in bed, her soft breathing was the only thing he could hear. Using his magic, he levitated his armor onto its pedestal quietly so that he didn't wake her.

Silently, Briggs slipped into bed beside her and pulled the covers over himself. Mryanda wasn't as asleep as Briggs thought though, and just as he was about to fall asleep, she snuggled closer until she was directly beside him. Slowly, she rested her head on Briggs chest and wrapped her arms around him. Smiling a Cheshire Cat smile in the darkness, Briggs put his arm around her and kissed her cheek quickly. "I love you Myranda." He whispered softly, kissing her once more. "I love you too." Myranda answered before falling into the dark void of sleep. Briggs soon joined her in that void and he had no dreams.

Author's Note

Friends, I will not be continuing this story till i complete the prologue. I apologize for the inconvenience.

All feedback and suggestions for my prologue would be great!