Chapters Chapter 1- An Evenings Events
Luna awoke with a cold sweat. She sat up in her bed, holding the sheets close to her body. She glanced around her room. It was almost dawn. Had that been all a dream? It almost seemed like a…a memory…. She heard a knocking at her door and rose from her bed, drawing a bathrobe around her exposed form. She walked up to it and slid back the deadbolt, and opened the heavy door with little trouble. Outside stood her sister, wearing her normal white gown and crown; her hair was flowing down in a large cascade of pastel coloring. Being the goddess of the sun, she wore mainly light colored clothing, as where Luna preferred more dark tones. She smiled towards her sister and nodded in greeting.
“Greetings Tia. I suspect that thou hath, eh, have come to awaken me for my duties?” Her sister nodded, and Luna let her in to her room. She closed the door behind her and walked towards her bathroom.
“I was just coming in to check and see how you were. Night is close, so I thought now would be a good time.” Luna nodded and walked into her wardrobe. She discarded her bathrobe and shivered as her nude form was revealed to the elements. She ran her hands through her soft fur and shivered once more. Her horn glowed and a fire was set ablaze in the fire pit; its flames dark blue, but still giving off plenty of heat. She looked around in her wardrobe for clothing and picked out a dark blue dress that was somewhat sliming, and fit her figure. It was dark blue with long silk sleeves. She looked back and grabbed a dark black cloak as well, needing it for the night’s events. She stopped by her crown and neck piece. She thought better of it and left it behind, not wanting to draw attention to herself
“We, eh, I am faring well sister. These times are much different from the one I left, but ponies will always be ponies.” She smiled as she walked back out into the now warming room. Her sister sat on her bed and was looking out towards the dawn lit sky. It was alight with bright hues of orange and pink, but farther out revealed that night was approaching, with dark blues surrounding it. Her sister saw what she was wearing and frowned.
“And where are you off to Lu-Lu?” Luna smirked at the pet name.
“Out for the evening. I thought it best so that I get accustomed to the times, so I’ve been doing it recently.” Celestia nodded, and looked back towards the sky. She seemed to be thinking about something. Luna sat next to her and looked where her sister was looking.
“We have out done ourselves as of late, sister.” Celestia smiled and nodded, looking down to her feet.
“Is there something the matter, Tia?” Celestia smiled and shook her head.
“Just some thought’s I’ve been pondering.” She looked up and looked Luna in the eye. Luna wanted to question her further on the matter, but thought better of it.
“Are you sure you don’t remember anything from…the event?” Luna was shocked. This never came up between them, and Luna most certainly hated talking about it whenever it did. She had been back for over a month now, and things had calmed down somewhat. That still didn’t mean it hurt though. Luna shook her head, looking away back to the sunset. She could feel her magic start to take into effect; the position of the now dawning sun and the rising moon. It was an old feeling that she had missed for a thousand years.
“Nothing really; but whenever I do, it’s in small fragments, almost as if it were a dream. They usual come in the form a dream really…” Luna told her about her dream. It had a lasting effect on her sister, but she said nothing of it; saying that it was probably just a nightmare, for nightmare it was, but a real one.
“I suppose I should retire for the night, goodnight Lu-Lu.” Celestia smiled and hugged her tight. Luna returned it happily. She rose from the bed and walked Celestia out of her door, locking it behind her as she left. She walked towards her balcony and opened the grand Prench doors. The wind caught her hood, and it billowed behind her head. She quickly grabbed it and chuckled to herself, putting it back over her head, covering most of her features. She let her wings unfold from her clothing and took flight, aiming towards the lower part of Canterlot.
I wonder what surprises await me tonight…
Soaring high into the now night sky, Luna glided for a few moments, enjoying the feel of the wind rustling through her feathers. Few times did she ever get to enjoy herself now; she was always busy with royal duties. But when ever she could, she enjoyed those moments immensely. Flying through clouds, letting her wing tips flow through them, it all made her feel so...peaceful. However, reality asked that she return to it. Coming away from her peace, she decened towards the streets of Canterlot, ready for the night.
Luna walked down alleyway after ally way, conversing with ponies all around. Most were happy to see her, some surprised and even ecstatic. She talked with them for a few moments, telling them about the news off the kingdom, prying into their lives somewhat; the ones she was familiar with she asked more about, how their family was and if they were faring well with the economy. They all gladly talked to her, saying everything was well and that she and her sister were doing great at ruling. That was most of the crowd; however she did receive negative feelings from others. She got prying eyes from hooded figures who sipped on hard cider and ale; and few even ran when they saw here.
I need to be more careful around some of these ponies. Her hooves clopped against the cobbled road as she moved away from them. She noticed a figure wearing a large brimmed fedora with a black western duster begin to follow her. She began to walk faster, trying to avoid the pony. She began to run quickly, dodging ponies and shop dealers as the pony following her quickened his pace as well. She rounded a corner into a dark alley through a large crowd; hopefully losing her trailer. She breathed heavily, clutching her chest to steady herself. Her grabbed her hood and pulled it back, looking up to the sky.
“I suppose I lost him.” At that a laugh was heard down the alley way. Luna turned her head to see a gang approaching her. One was a unicorn, holding a bat in on hand; the others were earth ponies who were mostly armed in the same fashion. The unicorn laughed deep and grabbed his chest.
“Well missy, I donna ‘oh you ‘ere runin’ from, but now ‘ur in a bigger pickle.” Hefting his bat, his horn glowed and Luna was pinned. An earth pony came up and placed a gold ring around her horn. Try as she might, her magic would not work.
"An’ now ‘ur fucked. A pretty face like ‘urs’ll pay a handsome price at any ‘hore house.” He laughed and walked up to her. She tried to move away, but she couldn't even twitch.
“Aw, is somepony scared? Now don’t be, Mr. Bowlenberral ‘ll take good care a ya.”
“Vile vermin! Do you know who I am? I am Princess Luna!” At that the stallions all laughed, clutching their stomachs. A few fell to the ground from laughter.
"Aye, and I’m married to ‘er. Nice joke ya got the girly, but it won’t save ya. Now quiet up or I’ll make you!” At that he slapped her again across the face. How could they not know who I am? These stupid stallions don’t even recognize me! At that a murmur went up through the gang of stallions. Some began to back away from their leader. Ah, I see they have recognized me. Good! One of the thugs piped up to his leader.
“B-Boss, I think we’d better get outa here…” The unicorn turned to his lackey and looked back to where he was pointing. Luna looked as well confused, only to see the hatted figure from before. He had a long piece of metal in his hand, and on closer inspection, had a sword strapped to his back under his coat.
“For your safety I suggest you let go of the mare and leave like gentlecolts.” At that the gang laughed. Some stepped forward at him hefting the bats onto their shoulders, only to be stopped by the now drawn sword. It had a slightly curved blade, and was black at night. Its hand guard was round and appeared to the made of either onyx or obsidian. It pommel was long and covered in exotic fabrics.; meant for two handed fighting.
“Leave now and all of you will live. If you fight, well, some of you will walk away with sever wounds; the other won’t walk away at all.” At that he flashed a smiled from underneath his hat. The gang members looked at one another before nodding. One charged, swinging his bat straight for the figure, only to be brought down by the figure’s piece of metal. It shot out flame and smoke, and loud bang ringed out. The stallion fell to the ground, not even moving. The weapon was drawn to the stallion’s hip, or at least Luna thought it sounded like a stallion. He tilted his head so that a single eye looked out towards his assailants. Luna saw it was a dark brown. I always liked that eye color…. Luna was snapped from her thoughts when another bang went off. More ponies had charged Luna’s would-be savior, one of which was brought down by his weapon. He charged them as well, putting his weapon away and hefting his sword to his chest. He shoved into another lackey and pushed him to the ground, slicing his inner leg with the blade of his sword. He twirled around and brought the flat of the blade down on the ear of another, dazing him. He tried to bring the bat down on his head, but only succeeded in hitting his knee. The figure stiffened in pain, but wasn't over run with it.
Drawing the sword back, he drove it into the stallion’s neck. Luna was both fascinated and horrified by the stunning show before her. Two more charged at him, swinging the weapons as hard as they could. One was deflected by the flat of the stallions blade, while the other made contact wit his rib cage. Grunting, he doubled over, but not before pushing back his attackers.The leader of the now shortened gang was angry, and stormed forward, forgetting Luna and letting go of his magic over her. She fell to the ground, weak. She looked over to watch what was transpiring before her. The leader of the gang was running forward, a crowbar he took from one of his lackeys now in hand. He swung it down over the figures back, and he fell to his knees in pain.
"That oughta teach ya some manner's punk." With that he kicked him in the side, sending the stallion onto the ground. He began to walk away when laughter was heard. The stallion was getting up, abet very slowly, but he was up none the less. He stood up, bleeding from his nose. His hat had fallen away onto the cobbled street. Turning around, the boss snarled.
"Not had enough have ya? I'll fix that quick." Stomping forward, he swung his crowbar for the others head. In a lightning blur, his sword came up and blocked the attack with a loud *CLANG*. He began to laugh once more. The two struggled for a moment, trying to over power the other with brute strength.
"Been a long time since I've needed to try this much." With that he pressed forward and pushed his attacker back a step, swinging his sword in long arcs. The boss backed away, blocking what he could and tried to harm his assailant when ever he could. Kicking forward, he caught the him in the gut, but only to be fooled. Grabbing the hoof, the stallion lifted the boss off his feet. He landed on the ground with a deep *thud*. Turning around, he faced the other gang members. Stomping forward, he made the others flinch. Dropping the weapons, they turned and ran, leaving the leader behind. Luna smiled at that; no gang was close enough to risk their lives for one another.
"Cowards.." Nodding, he turned around and placed his sword of the now conscious boss. He was still dazed, and was about to get back up when he felt something cold and metallic touch his fur. He looked down and saw a black blade across it. He gulped and looked up to see the stallion looking down at him., nose and mouth bleeding. A small smile crossed his lips.
“For your crimes against Equestria and Her Royal Highness Princess Luna, I commit you to death.” Drawing his sword back over his head he prepared to cut down and sever the stallions neck when Luna called out.
“NO!” The blade stopped inches away from the stallion’s neck. The figure stopped and drew the blade away, sheathing it.
“As you wish.” Luna nodded, trying to stand on her own, but falling back down once more. The figure rushed to her aid, and helped her up. Wrapping one of her arms around his neck, he helped her to her feet. He looked to what remained of the gang.
“By her grace you live, now go, and do no wrong. For if you do I will find you, and you will regret the day you did any of this.” At that the boss stood up and fled for his life. Luna smiled and stood up a bit straight, nodding to her helper that she was indeed fine. He nodded and let go over her, turning around and going for his hat. Luna watched him pick it up and brush it off before placing it on his head.
"Who are you?" He smiled to her and bowed forward slightly. He grunted a little and bent over. He clutched at his side and pressed his palm against his rib cage. Muttering a few words, a steady glow emanated from his palm. Once it subsided, he stood back up with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Your humble servant and savior. As for who I actually am, my name is Metiphus Stormson." Luna looked back at him when he had finished the task. His features were so much different from anypony she had ever seen. Fist off, he wasn't a pony at all. He had no fur what so ever except for and his black hair which was trimmed down to a short size. His eyes were a dark brown, and his muzzle was none existent, except for a long nose that came out from it.
"You can perform magic?" Metiphus laughed at this and nodded.
"I am capable of many things, magic being one of them." Luna was utterly confused. This pony wasn't even a unicorn, and it could perform magic?
"What are you?" walking forward, Metiphus gestured for her to walk with him.
"I will answer what I can, but for now, let us continue this on a short walk back to the castle." He nodded her forward, and Luna complied, perplexed by this character. He seemed so familiar to her, as if he was from a dream of long ago. Walking forward, the two entered back into the main street and began a slow walk to the castle. Luna did not speak much, only when addressed by others around her. She nodded in a nice hello, exchanging a few words. Most who saw her though didn't come very close; they were intimidated by Metiphus. He himself walked idly by with his hands behind his back, taking the whole scene in before him. He didn't speak through the whole trip. Luna was happy to ignore him for now, but once they returned to the castle, she would have some questions for him, and no doubt her sister as well.
Metiphus was ecstatic and brutally disappointed all at the same time. He had found her! After a thousand years of waiting, then another month of searching, he had finally found her. And what does his brutal luck get? She doesn’t even recognize him. Alicorn memories were supposed to be long, though a thousand years is a long time to remember just one person, no matter who they were to that pony. Metiphus internally sighed as he walked with Luna towards the castle. He would need to speak with Celestia about a number of things, mainly why Luna didn’t remember him. He was glad beyond reason to see her again, but it hurt all the same.
Walking with her calmed the ache a little bit though. Seeing her interact with her subjects brought forth pride and happiness in him. He was a bit annoyed when some didn’t approach because of his presence, but he preferred it this way. He wouldn’t have to explain who he was or why he was escorting Princess Luna to the castle. A few who had stopped with her to chat were quiet poor. He noticed that she didn’t really try to talk with the higher up ponies, although there weren’t many out because of the time of night. Instead she preferred to talk with the middle class. Metiphus noted that she always palmed a few bits when someone really seemed to need them. They usually never asked, and tried to give back the offer of money, but she insisted. She really has grown up since last I saw her….oh shit I’m staring. Did she notice? Crap I think she did!
Averting his eyes quickly from the now smirking Luna, he looked around to the scenery. The section of the city they were in was really quite nice; it was large subdivision of the city where most of the middle to lower class dwelt. Some homes had flowers in baskets set out on window sills, while others were very empty. It was diverse and teemed with activity. Since the days of Luna’s banishment, night life had picked up a great deal. This was most noticeable as they started to head towards the club district of the vast city. In some buildings old guitars could be heard with a southing melody of southern music, while others had harsh and loud wubs vibrating out from the doors as ponies ushered themselves in to hear DJ Pon3’s newest hit. Metiphus would admit that he preferred the former of the two; that is until they stopped in front of a club that had a deep bass guitar playing with a loud lead. The vocalist sounded amazing, although a bit slow for his taste. Stopping in front of it, he smile to himself and started to tap his foot.
I’ll have to come back here later with her if she’ll allow it; music like that’s hard to come by these days that’s actually good. Noticing that Luna was actually waiting on him, he returned to her side with a sheepish grin and began to walk with her once more. Soon enough, they arrived to the gates of the main palace. The night guards opened the doors wide, letting their princess in without hesitation. Metiphus on the other hand was abruptly stopped.
“Halt; no weapons are allowed in the palace grounds.” Looking to his back and his hip the guards motioned for his weapons. He seemed to be in charge of the gate force, and had a deep dark red coat with a lighting white mane. Ignoring the guard he shoved off the hand and began to walk again when another hand shot out for his shoulder. Reaching for his pistol he drew it out and pressed it against the forehead of the guard, but not before feeling the cold tip of a blade press against his throat. The guard stood stoic, staring back at Metiphus. Finally noticing, Luna walked up and addressed the guard.
“At ease Sargent Shield; he is of no threat. Release him and return to your duties.” Not looking at all pleased that the princess had actually addressed him, he let go with some reluctance.
“Yes, Princess.” Shield bowed slightly, and turned around abruptly to leave. Luna nodded and motioned for Metiphus to follow. It was a few moments before either of them spook.
“Thank you Lu- I mean Princess. I didn’t want things to get out of hand.” Luna raised a brow at him almost calling her by her first name, but nodded curtly to him and continued on towards the main chamber of the castle.
“It would seem that some in your guard don’t like you.” At that Luna noticeably deflated. She hung her head slightly and frowned.
“We, eh, I have seen it as well. They still do not trust me I think. And you didn’t help at all with your weapon. What is that by the way? I’ve never seen anything like it.” Metiphus brighten up at that. It was his prized position, other than his sword.
“It’s a gun. I made it myself, and it’s the only one of its kind.” Smiling smugly to himself he drew it forth to show her. They had stopped in a large corridor that most likely led to either the main room, Celestia’s room, or Luna’s room; most likely the main chamber though.
“I crafted it from a very rare element called star metal. It makes it almost indestructible. I inlaid the barrel with gold wire, as you can see, and crafted the hilt out of a fallen branch form an ancient tree called the Menoa Tree. It shots 6 shots, made by myself, and doesn’t need to be reloaded until the shots have been used up.” Seeing the look of utter amazement and shock on Luna’s face brought forth a proud grin to his face. Putting it back in its holster, Metiphus smiled back at her.
“That is…quiet impressive. What does it fire?” Bringing forth a small piece of metal, he held it up to her and grabbed her palm and dropped it inside.
“It’s called a bullet. Its holo inside that’s filled with a substance called gunpowder, that when ignited, sends the metal shooting out of the gun at blinding seeds. A small firing pin in the gun slams against the bass of the bullet, igniting the gunpowder and sending it forth!” Luna shook her head in disbelief.
“We have never even seen such a thing, let alone have a need for it. The mechanics behind it though must be stunning… Do you have another that I could examine?” Metiphus shook his head.
“Not with me no. I left another with my companion.” Luna looked a bit confused.
“But you’re alone. Who else is here?” Metiphus looked away, and motioned for her to follow him.
“An old friend of mine. His name his Durgomoth, and he’s traveled with me to every corner of the world. I can safely say that he is my brother in everything but blood. Sadly though, he isn’t with me at the moment, although if the need arises he will come.” Not getting any more out of Metiphus, Luna shrugged and continued on, not actually having any real destination set. She planned on arriving at Celestia’s room…eventually. For now she enjoyed her walk through the castle walls, enjoying her company and gazing at the paintings that hung from the walls. Luna had missed a lot during her banishment, and seeing these paintings didn’t help much with getting over it. Already she missed the old days, but these would have to do. Not even a great alicorn can turn back the sands of time.
Finally noticing they had reached Celestia’s room, Luna steeped forward and knocked lightly on the door. A few moments passed which Luna and Metiphus tried to look at everything instead of one another. Finally, with much grumbling about how ‘even a princess needs some beauty sleep’ and a few painful gasps of stubbed hooves, Celestia opened the door slightly, looking out to the intruders of her sleep. Seeing Luna, she opened the door more.
“Lu-Lu, what is it? It’s 1 in the-“Her words feel short as her eyes feel on Luna’s companion. She gulped a little and stepped forward. Metiphus nodded to her and stepped forward. They two walked up to one another and hugged.
“Met, it has been far too long! Where have you been all these years? How’s Dur? Is he well?” A flood of questions came from Celestia’s mouth that Metiphus himself was all too happy to explain, but right now Luna looked as lost as a child in a forest. Smirking awkwardly, he coughed and nodded to Luna. Celestia looked back at her, then back to Metiphus, her eyes growing wide. Met felt an old yet familiar presence enter his mind. At the speed of thought itself, Celestia spook to him.
She doesn’t remember, does she?
Not in the slightest.
Oh dear, Met I’m so sorry! If I had known you were coming I would have tried to prepare her! I would have tried to explain about-
It’s alright. I understand, although I am hurt by it . Celestia noticed the feeling mixed with in him that swirled around in his mind like a quiet pool; always moving, never still. She embraced him once more, but only through thought. Returning to the real world they both turned to Luna, who had been exempt from the whole conversation and hadn’t even noticed the slight lapse in time. Now having a new batch of questions, Luna started with the simplest.
“You two know one another? How?” Celestia smiled at her sister and walked forward.
“Met and I were old…friends while you were gone. I haven’t seen him in quiet along time, and he must have a few new stories to share with me.” Nodding his head, he stood back a bit from the two. He finally took off his hat and held it in his hand, showing off his black hair. Luna looked back at the two with a raised eyebrow.
“I had no idea you had suitors while I was gone dear sister, at least none that live as long as either you or I.” At that Metiphus laughed, while Celestia paled somewhat. She thinks Celestia and I were a couple? Oh gods I have been gone too long! He cleared his throat and shook his head, laughing still.
“No, no Princess; Tia and I were never a couple. As for my age, well, the gods blessed me with long life such as you when I was born.” Both parts were true, but there was a missing piece to it that Luna didn’t need to know just yet. For now Met was tired, and needed to sit down. Luna raised an eyebrow at the use of Celestia’s casual name.
“Why don’t we continue this inside? There are most likely prying ears here, and this conversation must be private.”
Motioning forward with his hand, both Luna and Celestia walked inside, with Met trailing them. Closing the door firmly, he turned around to face them. They both stood next to one another; Luna looking rather confused and Celestia looking very worried. Celestia herself only wore a large bathrobe that covered her white nightgown, and her hair was unbelievably in shambles. I suppose even alicorns get bed hair. He smiled at that and moved for a chair nearby. Seeing this, the other two moved for Celestia’s bed and sat down. He grabbed a chair and pulled it up; taking off his coat and hat he placed them on a coat hanger nearby and sat down. His sword was a bit uncomfortable, being strapped to his back, but he could ignore it. Silence enveloped the room. After a few moments, Celestia cleared her throat and spook to Met.
“I see you have a new sword Met. Have you finally finished your training then?” Met nodded, and drew forth the weapon to show her. The blade was dark black as Luna had seen before, but it seemed to almost shine with power. It was a completely different weapon for a completely different level of enemy. He brought it forth and handed it to Celestia. She grabbed it carefully in her hands and nodded, eyeing the terrible weapon.
“You adopted a very interesting fighting style with this weapon, but it is effective.” She nodded to him and handed it back. “I approve of it.” He smiled to her and sheathed it in its scabbard. Luna looked back to him.
“Training for what? What is it you do Metiphus?” He cleared his throat and crossed his legs.
“You may call me Met if you wish Princess, and as for what I do I keep the peace as best I can. I was trained to do so by one who preceded me, his name was Eragon Bromson, or Eragon Eldar as I am to call him since he was my teacher.” Luna nodded and looked past him towards the night sky. The first streaks of light began to pierce the night sky, but it would be a few hours till morning really came. Now Celestia was curious about something.
“How did you two meet?” At that they both looked to one another. This bothered Celestia greatly, and looked towards her sister with concern.
“Lu-Lu, what happened?...”Luna turned to talk to her sister, but Met spook before she could.
“I saw her in the streets being followed, so I naturally followed as well to see what happened. I lost her for a few moments, but found her pinned against a wall with a gang attacking her. I stepped in and did what I could, but the main thing is that she is alright now.” Met smiled at Celestia as if he had just told her what the weather was supposed to be. Celestia herself however had her mouth hung open in disbelief. She looked back to Luna then to Met. Luna just nodded and pierced her lips together. Met began to whistle and look everywhere except towards Celestia. Finally having enough, the princess looked to her sister.
“Luna, is this true?!?!” Not really wanting to talk, Luna just nodded her head. Composing herself, Celestia nodded her head and looked to Met.
“Thank you for saving my sister. Is there any way that I could ever repay you?” Luna looked to Met and meet his eyes. He smiled as he looked into the deep pools of blue and nodded his head. He knew before she ever even asked.
“If it is within your power, I would like to become Luna’s personal guard; her shadow if you would.” As good as Luna poker face was, it still couldn’t hide a little of the happiness that dwelt with in her. Celestia nodded and smiled towards Metiphus.
“Of course Metiphus. Welcome to the Night Guard of Equestria.”
Chapter 4: Exercises and Meetings
Once Luna had left, Metiphus shook his head and looked around his room once more. It was quiet sparse really; it only had the necessities. That plus none of his things being there here yet made it feel a bit empty. Walking over to his bed, Met took off his coat and pistol belt and lad them across the bed posts. Sitting down on the bed, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes to begin his meditations. Unwinding his mind’s inner barriers, Met let his mind wonder and flow across the vast city carefully as to not alert anyone to his presence. It went to every inch of the palace to go over and check each entry way and exit. If he was to do his job properly, he would need to be aware of everything at once. Fighting with a sword might not be his strong suit, but magic and mind gamers were, for he had a strong mind. His teacher had always taken pride in that.
Branching his mind out further, he made sure to avoid Luna’s presence. He knew her mind well, and didn’t want to alert her to him abilities just yet. Creator knows how she would react. Shifting his attention else were, he checked over the guards and their barracks; all seemed quiet. Some guards marched around to their next duty or shift, while others went to their beds to catch a quick nap before they were on duty again. A large bunch was in the mess hall talking to one another. Seemed like a meeting of some sort; it wasn’t important right now. Drawing away once more, Met brought his consciousness back to himself. Erecting his mental barriers once more; Met opened his eyes again. Lots of places to hold up, lots of places for an ambush. This place is as much of a military fort as it is a disaster. I hope I can us that to my advantage if needed. Getting up from his bed, Met took off his tunic and sword from his back and removed his boots. Standing well away from his bed, he began to go through the Rimgar and his daily exercises. It burned more than anything, and his limbs ached, but it would help him when it counted.
Once his body was fully covered in sweat and burned from the exercise did Met stop. He did not, however, end his routine. Taking out his sword, Met began to go through the forms he had learned. Starting a standard position with his feet spread and his word held in both hands, Met breathed in once, than exhaled slowly. He then slashed through the air, hacking through and shield and parrying away a blow from the side. His sword danced in the air, slashing and hacking into invisible foes. The sword was beautiful to watch, like pure darkness harnessed in form to end though who made a living in the dark places of the world. What better way to end dark lives but with darkness itself? Ending his mock dance did Met notice that he was not alone. He turned his attention to the door which was just closing. Celestia walked up to him and smiled. There was some silence were Met went and put up his weapon. It made a crisp hiss as it slid home into the scabbard. Celestia finally spook to him.
“I see that you still like to keep busy.” Met smiled and nodded to her
“There ain’t no rest for the wicked.” Celestia laughed and sat next to him. Looking down at her hands, Celestia cleared her throat.
“Metiphus, I want to apologize….If I had known you were coming I would have told you about Luna. I would have tried to explain everything to her, everything you were to her….I…I can’t help but feel it’s my fault.” She shook her head and got up. She walked over to his window and looked out towards the view of the forest. Met got up and walked over to her, draping an arm around her shoulder.
“It’s not your fault; if anything it’s mine. I should have given you warning about my arrival. As for Luna…well. That can’t be helped now. She will have to be told in time, but for now…Lets just keep it between us.” Met smiled and looked around. Celestia sniffed and wrinkled her nose.
“Yes I suppose your right, but still I feel bad…..Creator what were you doing in here?” Met laughed and drew back his arm.
“I was doing the Rimgar…It’s an exercise to prepare warriors for battle. Keeps you lose.” Met smiled weakly. “There a bit of a catch though; it’s very physically taxing, and it takes a lot out of me to do it, as you can see.” Celestia nodded frowning a bit. Met caught the look and hugged her tightly. Drawing away, Met looked into her eyes.
“Celly, you mustn't feel so bad about it. It couldn’t be helped. If she forgot about me, then oh well. Yes it hurts, and yes I wish she remember, by the Creator that is what I wish for more than anything right now. But she doesn’t, and I can’t do anything to help that. She will know in due time, but for now don’t beat yourself over it. For now, a very good and old friend is here. Try to enjoy it.” Met smiled at her. Celestia looked up and nodded, smiling back.
“You will have to show me this…What was it? Rimgar? Yes; you will have to show it to me one day Met.” Met smiled and nodded to her.
“Of course.” Walking towards the door, Celestia said her good byes and left him alone again. Walking towards the bath room, Met took a quick wiff of himself. He nearly gagged. Gods…how did she stand that? Laughing a bit, he walking into the bathroom and closed the door, planning on taking a long needed bath.
Shaking his head, Strong Shield cast the thought away. He could have sworn he felt some sort of presence in the room, watching over the little meeting he was having with the other guards. Looking around the table at the other ponies around him, Strong smiled. There weren’t a lot, maybe seven or so, but they were high ups who all shared his belief. He had been fortunate when he found them; he thought he was the only one. But no, there were others, many others. But not enough yet; still though, it’s impressive. Within the month…we will be ready. He nodded his head towards a pony at the far end and spook.
“Lighting Strike, how many have we got so far?” Taking out a small piece of paper from his uniform, Lighting read out the count.
“We had to leave behind five; Good Will was one of them. Iron Hammer and I got ten more to our cause. Nine others are still unsure, but most will come around.” Strong nodded and directed his attention to another pony.
“Knighting Gale, how are we doing with your end of the deal?” A pony not of the guard stepped forward, a cane in one hand. He wore a pine stripped suit and a black tie. His mane was neon blue with a gold clasp holding it together.
“Blueblood will hold his part of the bargain. He wants his prize more than anything. He will not care how you get it as long as he gets what is his.” Strong nodded. He didn’t like the spoiled rate, but for the plan to work, he needed him. He looked back at the ponies around him and nodded.
“Right, get back to work, all of you. The plan will go at the end of the month, so that gives you two weeks to get this done. I want daily reports from all of you. Dismissed gentlecolts.” With that they left the table, trotting to their next assignments. They still worked for the guard after all. All of us except for Knighting Gale, but he’s a different story all together. I still don’t trust him though, but oh well. His connections are needed. Walking to his private dorm, Strong sat down at his desk and looked at the paper work that was piling up. Sighing, he went to work on his ‘royal’ duties. The thought seemed wrong. Ever since Luna returned, everything seemed wrong. Now there was a new comer; some rogue ‘Princess’ Luna had taken in as a guest. He would complicate things, especially with that strange weapon of his. No matter; all will go according to plan. He will fall, just like the rest of them.
Chapter 5: Dreams For the Dream Queen
Luna slipped out of her dress quickly and quickly retreated to her bathroom. Removing her crown, she grabbed a night gown and rapped a bath robe over herself. It was quite chilly this morning, seeing as how Hearts Warming Day was only a month or so away. Looking herself in the mirror, Luna sighed. She was a wreck. Not only did she stay awake longer this night than usual, she had a very, VERY hectic night. First the thugs, then Metiphus, and then it turns out Celestia had already met Metiphus before and was apparently good friends with him. Then again, Tia does seem to know all the good stallions….Wait, what am I saying? Ugh…I require sleep. Badly. Leaving her bathroom, Luna then moved quietly to her bed before removing her bathrobe. Pulling back the covers, Luna slipped underneath the warm cotton fabric. She could have finer fabrics as for her sheets, but Luna found cotton to be simple and quite warm for such a season as now.
Laying her head on her mane, Luna used a small spell to extinguish the lights in her room. Turning on her side, Luna gazed out her window for a brief few moments, watching the slow sunrise before she went to sleep. It was quite a sight today. The sky was filled with different colors of orange and blues; clouds cast rays of light in every direction. It was a calm, peaceful morning, and all was quiet. Just as it should be. Luna smiled to herself before drawing the curtains to her window and closing her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Opening her eyes Luna looked around at her world. Everything was blurry, as if moving at a fast rate, but at the same time still moving normally. Objects appeared like wisps of cloud, and past in and out of her new reality. Focusing her will, the world focused more around Luna. It was the old palace, the one now in ruin in the Everfree. She and Tia walked down on of the torch lite hallways, chatting with one another about the day’s events. They were both much younger, maybe only a few decades or so old. They both wore simple dresses of white and blue, and their hair hung low over their shoulders. Luna watched as the two of them walked on through the dark hallway. She followed them; not knowing if this was a dream or a memory. If it was a memory, she did not know it.
They continued to walk towards what appeared to be the Grand Chamber beyond. Unlike the new main chamber, this one was much grander. Build of rough dark stones and adorned by large grand tapestries, it held large marble statues along its walls, depicting its now gone leaders in heated battle and glorious conquest. Windows of stained glass let in natural light, but from the ceiling hung large iron chandeliers with wax candles that never dripped. The two continued to walk, oblivious to her…and another figure. It slowly walked in the shadows; never seen, never heard. The two continued to walk while Luna tried to urge them to move; turn around, run, do something! She knew why the shadow was there, she remembered now! She ran up to the two ghosts and ran her hands through them, though she never made contact. Her fingers slipped through their bodies like air on a mountain side. Luna watched in horror as the two continued to walk towards their thrones. Doors behind the golden seats lead to their personal chambers.
Drawing away from the deeper shadows, the figure moved forward, faster than light. A large dagger was held in each hand. Luna screamed their names, knowing what was to come. Tia mourned for weeks afterwards, but she could do nothing to ease her pain. As the assassin came in closer a figure ran to their aid; although this time it wasn’t a royal guard. It was something else. The world began to un-focus once more, and everything became wisps of cloud when the figure entered her line of sight. It was as if the memory was altered somehow. Raising his now drawn sword, the two figures clashed. One rolled away, while to other stood in front of the princesses, sword raised above his head. Time slowed down as the sword came down. From what Luna could tell it was curved, and was pitch black. The sword was blocked by a dagger, and the assassin got up quickly, dashing faster than any could see. But somehow the knight stopped his weapon once more. Slashing downward, the knight stepped forward, pressing his attacker back, but he slipped up. A dagger was slipped through his attack, and cut through his tunic.
Blood flowed freely as the knight knelt down, clutching the wound. Raising his hand, his lips moved and magic was made, but Luna could not hear what was said. The world was muffled; like wax was pressed into her eyes. The assassin stiffened, and began to kneel down, dropping both daggers. It struggled, but something held him there. The knight stood, but his legs trembled from the effort. Two more guards came up and took an arm in each of their grasps. Iron cuffs were then placed around the wrists of the would-be assassin. The figure muttered something again and the assassin relaxed. Then he began to struggle once more as the guards carried his off to who knows where. Falling back to the ground, the knight dropped his weapon and held his wound with both hands. The ghosts of herself and Tia then rushed up to the knight, Luna cradling him in her arms as she openly wept for him. This wasn’t how it happened at all; a knight of Tia’s personal guard had rushed forward and taken the dagger, while the guards had rushed up to take hold of the assassin. Not this!
Luna walked forward to watch the scene more carefully. She was holding the knight in her arms. Everything was so distorted; she could barely make out who was who. A hand was moved to her face to comfort her. He took it in her own and cried, kissing it. Another was moved to the wound. A bright light came from the knight's palm, and it back seemed to arch. Luna watched the scene in fascination. Maybe this wasn't just a dream. Or maybe there was something behind this after all…
The world around her began to fade once more as the dream was fading from memory. Luna looked around her as the castle dissolved away and the figures swept away in smoke and cloud. Luna gasped as she caught a look at the face of the brave knight who had saved her and her sister. It was vaguely familiar….It vanished as soon as it appeared.
Luna woke with a start. Sweet had formed on her brow, and her mane was a mess. Whenever the two goddesses went to sleep, they ended the magic that made their manes billow around. Getting up from her bed, Luna loved to her bathroom. Taking a glass, she filed it with water from the sink and took a deep drought from it. It cooled her off and settled her nerves a bit. Looking up in the mirror, Luna winced. She didn’t look much better than when she had gone to sleep. And that dream…it was so strange, so real! Why had she seen that face? And where had she seen it before? What’s going on? Ever since Metiphus….Metiphus……No. That. That couldn’t be… Luna shook her head and looked back up to the mirror. Tia and Met had quite a story to tell her it seems, and she would get answers. Sooner or later she would. Leaving her bathroom, Luna walked towards her bed and once again lay down underneath its soft sheets. Soon she was once again in the land of dreams.
Flash Sentry walked down the halls of the quiet castle, keeping watch over his sector for anything that might be out of place. Marching quietly, his armor shifting lightly as he moved, he came to one of the many balconies that lined the higher sections of the castle. He became worried when he noticed it was opened. Jogging up to the balcony, Flash walked out to the ledge, looking around for any sign of an intruder; maybe a rope or ladder of sorts. A grappling hook?
No….it wouldn’t reach this far….
Quiet true my friend, but never leave the improbable out of thought. Flash stiffened and looked around. He began to try and close his mind, but it was forced back open by the stronger power. He struggled, but was beaten. He waited for what was to come; the sweeping of his memory, the total control of his mind, body, thoughts, and memories, but it never came. Instead the mind just kept it open, content in just being there inside his mind. For a bit, or what seemed like it, nothing happened, then the presence spook to him through his mind.
I see that you have some ability to defend yourself in a very difficult type of self-control. How interesting. Flash struggled, and noticed he still had the ability to respond.
All guards are trained in the defense of one’s mind. The presence seemed pleased with this, but then it noticed his will of resistance and took on a more apologetic tone.
I apologize for this whole thing between you and I; I just wished to have someone to talk to. I couldn’t sleep. Flash relaxed a bit. No harm in that, right?
Right you are my friend; and if you wish to see who it exactly is you’re talking to, then turn around and look up. Feeling the presence leave his mind, he began to turn around and look up, drawing out his sword from its hilt. What he saw confused him. A creature without wings, horns, or fur was sitting on the roof over the door frame, watching the night sky in complete bliss. In his mouth, for the creature looked male, was a smoking pipe. He worn a lose tunic, as well as long pants tucked into large brown boots. He had a long scabbard attached to his belt. Flash could smell the strong stench of fresh tobacco smoke, but seemed drawn to it. The creature smiled, noticing his gaze that was drawn to the pipe. He spoke a few words and a pipe was drawn from his side pocket in his trousers.
“How long has it been since you were able to get fresh tobacco weed?” Flash mumbled before answering him.
“A few weeks…my mare friend Twilight doesn’t like it, so she’s been trying to get me to quit.” The creature frowned.
“Pity; I find that a good smoke helps me relax and clear my mind. I’m Metiphus by the way. A human. I’m a secret guard hired by Luna. When this conversation is done you may go and ask her I this is true. I will have informed her by that time.” Flash raised his eye brows, and Met chuckled.
“Yes we exist my friend. Just…..we live a very long way away. Across oceans of sand and vast seas…..” He looked off again, as if to see past it all towards home. “My home….” He looked down and frowned, lost in his thoughts. Flash cleared his throat and beckoned him to join him on the roof.
“Come and enjoy the night with me…we have much to discuss and much to be learned.” Flash Sentry looked at him confused. Me…what for?
“Because I think you’re worthy to help me. I’ve looked at your records, and have been watching you for some time in the city. You are kind at heart, and have a good soul.” And you’re very adept at fighting with your mind, or at least defending it. Which is something I could use…. Flash looked up at Met, confused beyond belief.
“All will be explained. You will be one of two to know in whole who I am.” Frowning slightly, Flash flew up next to him. Adjusting his sword’s scabbard, he sat next to him and took the pipe Met was offering him. Looking around, he saw no matches or lighter of any sort.
“Allow me.” With that, Met put his hand over the bowl of the pipe and muttered brisingr. The tobacco caught fire and Flash took a few puffs and blew out a large cloud of smoke, noticeably relaxing. They sat there for a bit, looking out towards the stars, smoking and enjoying company. Finally Met broke the silence and spoke.
“Flash Sentry, there are many things in this world unknown to you, but I will teach you as much as I can and show you all that I can, including my past, abet only small parts of it. Do you understand?” Flash nodded. Whatever this was, it was directly tied to the Princesses, the very people he swore to serve and protect.
“Yes, I do.” Met nodded and turn to face him more directly.
“Good.” Sighing, he searched his mind to find where to begin.
“I am a member of peace keepers called the Dragon Riders. We are a mix of elves and men who are learned in the ways of magic and war who ride great dragons, keeping the peace and acting as elders to all. We helped our land experience a golden age, with lasting peace and prosperity. That lasted for centuries until one of our own betrayed us. Galbatorix was a rider driven by grief and madness when he lost his own dragon. Turning against the Rider order, he drew close to him those who sought to rule the kingdom for themselves; men who craved power.” Sighing Met shifted and grabbed his sword’s hilt.
“They won the war with the use of magic unknown to you; I cannot go into detail on what it was for it is a secret only known to a few. For a century Galbatorix ruled, until a band of men known as the Varden stood against him and his tyranny. Using a rider by the name of Eragon who had only found his dragon and learned of what it would entail, they over threw Galbatorix and killed him, riding the land of his evil. Eragon, for his part, learned more on the ways of the Rider, and after the war with Galbatorix set out to rebuild the Rider’s order and regain the knowledge which was lost. That is where I come into play.” Met smiled, fond memories coming back to him. He told Flash some of his training and of Eragon himself, and his dragon Saphira Brightscales. He briefly mentioned his dragon, Durgomoth, saying that he would meet him soon enough. In many ways it was the best years of Met’s long life.
“During my training Dur and I went out on our own, trying to find a place to rest for a bit; Eragon had given us a reprieve from our studies. We came across Equestria, and I found Luna….” Flash coughed a bit, blowing smoke away from his mouth and coughing loudly.
“You…you knew Princess Luna?”
“Aye, we met a century before the Nightmare Moon incident. I was unfortunaly back with my studies when that happened; I was devastated… We were a couple Flash.” The shock struck home, and Flash looked over at Metiphus.
“I waited a thousand years for her, and she doesn’t remember who I am….So I need your help. I need your help to keep her safe with me. For I will try all I can to help her remember, and to win her back.” Nodding Flash looking away, thinking for a bit and blowing a few puffs of smoke out of the pipe. If any of this was true, Flash was talking to a very old being, one perhaps as old as the princesses, and almost as powerful. That is, if any of it was true. So how did Flash now if Met was lying to him or not?
“How do I know if any of this is true?” Met smiled and nodded his head.
“Good, you’re hesitant, as you should be. We will talk to Celestia tomorrow if you so wish. She remembers everything that happened, so she can confirm what I have said.” Flash nodded and took the pipe out of his mouth, blowing out a large smoke ring. Met the blew out a large formation of smoke, which took form into a soldier and ran through the circle into some un-for seen battle before dissipating into nothingness. Whoever this Metiphus pony was, he seemed nice enough, and if what he said was true, things would be getting interesting around the castle very quickly.
Author's Note
In case you guys haven't figured it out yet, conversations will shift through physical conversations and those that take place in the mind very frequently. If this is of some inconvenience I apologise, but its how I see it.
Chapter 7: Dragons
It was right before Luna was supposed to raise the moon that Metiphus meet up with Flash to discuss his trustworthiness with Celestia. He had his coat and sword on, but opted to leave his gun in his room. He would be receiving the other later that night. Met took off his hat and sighed; Flash was a bit late, and Celestia was due to lower the sun in about 20 minutes. He may be good with his head, but he sure is lousy when it comes to time. Almost immediately Met heard the loud falls of metal boots on the marble floors of the castle. Met looked up to see Flash turning the corner, jogging towards him. He was sweating, and it looked like he just a heavy work out in.
“S-sorry…drill today was harsh…” Met nodded and put his hat back on. He walked up to the door with Flash next to him. He muttered a few words and the stink disappeared as well as his sweat.
“What is that language you use?”
“Some call it Elfish, others the Ancient Language. My teacher referred to it as the latter, so as do I.” Flash nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. Met then turned back to the door. It was a large double door made from birch, and it had the sun inscribed in it, which was gilded with gold. It was about twice the height of Metiphus, and was nearly 3 inches thick. Met knocked loudly on the stubborn doors, and at once the seemingly heavy doors opened to revile Celestia’s chambers. It was a large semi-circle with a circular bed in the middle. On the right side of the room was a balcony leading out to a view of the entire city of Canterlot as well as beyond. On the other was a large mahogany dresser with a mirror inlaid with gold hanging above it. The room’s floor was dominated by a large woolen mural with the sun and the moon crest on it. The rug itself was hug, but the fabric stitching was so small and precise that one would think it took decades to make, and so it had. A desk was next to the dresser, filled with scrolls and other letters of importance from ambassadors and members of the higher counsel that ruled alongside Celestia and Luna. They weren’t omnipotent rulers after all.
Double doors lead off to a spacious bathroom. Neither Met nor Flash could see it as the doors to it were closed. Celestia sat at her desk with a set of reading glasses on a small smile in her face from seeing Met. She wore a light night gown with and looked as if she was about to go to bed before they entered. She nodded to the both of them and got up, walking to Metiphus and hugging him. Flash looked over at the two a bit shocked. Met had said they were friends, but he had never seen the princess this candid with anypony before. They broke the hug and Celestia looked at them both; first to Flash, then back to Metiphus.
“I am glad you were able to come Flash; I’m sure you have some questions as to who and what our guest here is.” Flash nodded, and blurted out the first thing that raced to his mind.
“Is what he said about Princess Luna true?” The two looked at one another then back at Met, and Celestia nodded.
“We don’t know why, but she has forgotten him. Whether this was some effect of the time lapse or Nightmare Moon interfering with her mind, neither of us knows.” Flash nodded, and went quiet once again. Met raised an eye brow at him.
“Is that really all you were curious about? My life with Luna’s?” Flash looked up surprised, then paled and shook his head.
“Oh no, no no no…It was just sort of the first thing that came to mind.” Met frowned and shuffled his feet.
“So…you really are a human...who rides dragons?” Celestia confirmed this.
“And speaks some ancient language that also seems to be connected with magic?” A nod from both. Flash sighed and looked around him, breaking his bearing and pacing a bit. This seemed to be a causal meeting, so he felt no need for any bearing as of now.
“Where’s your dragon?” At this Met lite up and walked towards Flash. He clapped him on the shoulder and brought him out towards the balcony. He extended his arm and pointed towards a large mountain past the small village of Ponyville; if Flash remembered correctly, there had been a dragon staying there a week or two ago.
“He is staying there for now; tonight he will come and join me. I went ahead just to make sure we didn’t give all of you soldiers a good fright when Durgomoth came by. He really is a nice dragon; his coloring doesn’t show his personality at all really.” Flash raised an eye brow at Met began to laugh.
“Dur is midnight black, almost obsidian with a bright sheen to his scales. Some claim to have seen stars in the deep blackness of them. But most are intimidated to say the least when they first see him.” Flash nodded, and then another question came to mind.
“So what is my part in all this?” Met looked at him then back at Celestia.
“With her majesty’s permission, I will have you as my eyes and ears among the guard. You will be the only one I can trust, and from what I saw in your mind, you are trustworthy enough for this task.”
“But why?” Celestia began to look uneasy at this, but she nodded to Metiphus.
“A while ago before you came, Princess Celestia told me of some…rumors going around; rumors that there would be an uprising among the guard against Princess Luna. Some still believe her to be evil it would seem.” Flash Sentry stood there stunned. Never had he thought something like this would come about. The Guards sole purpose was to protect the rulers of Equestria. How could anyone think that something like this would be a good idea?
“I…I haven’t heard anything like that. At all. Nothing about… a revolt, or anything!” Met nodded and walked to Celestia.
“They seem to know who to trust and not to then, that is if there is anything behind these rumors. This is what I need you to do though. Since I am a ‘guest’ of the princesses I can’t be seen with the guards. I can’t do what I would normally do, which would be to protect the princesses from any threat. I need to be by their side if something happens to keep them safe. Without being seen of course.” Flash nodded. It seemed to make sense, at least from what he knew.
“All right…I’m in….on one condition.” Met looked surprised, but he was willing to cooperate.
“All right, name it. I’ll do whatever I can to see that it’s done.” Flash nodded and thought about how to word this. He didn’t know if it was exactly something you could ask for, but he had said anything he could do. It couldn’t hurt to ask.
“Take me with you; where ever you come from. I want to ride dragons and learn the things you know.” Metiphus smiled and nodded his head, something sparkling in his eyes.
“I knew it. Eragon had always said he wanted to try to recruit a pony. Very well, we shall see if any dragons will choose you as their rider.” Flash stepped forward and shook his hand, but still looked a tad bit confused. Met smiled and knew why.
“Dragons choose their riders, not the other way around. My teacher’s dragon didn’t hatch for a hundred years till she found him. Dragons can be forced to hatch of course, but it requires strong magic, and a cruel mind.” Celestia smiled and joined the two. She brought them together in a hug before breaking it and walking to the balcony.
“It is time to lower the sun and raise the moon.” Met smiled and joined her on the balcony. He stood next to her, his hat tipped back, a smirk on his face.
“This never gets old. I missed this believe it or not. You and your sister, breaking every law of science we thought true. I guess it was you all along.” Celestia laughed and nodded, raising her arms towards the sky as a heavenly light began to surround her. On the tower opposite of her, Metiphus could see Luna doing the same as she rose to moon to it correct position as the sun was lowered as well. The stars came out, and the wonders of the night sky took over once again. Everything was quiet and peaceful, the night showing it true beauty. Then a loud roar was heard in the distance, and Met clutched his stomach laughing at some un heard joke. He wiped away a tear and clapped Flash on the shoulder.
“Durgomoth sends his regards Tia, and can’t wait to see if your guards are as good as they used to be. Come, we have another to introduce to you Flash.” And so the trio walked out of the castle towards the great blackness that road through the sky towards them.
Chapter 8: Fighting Now Would be a Bad Idea
Cries of anguish and fear went up all over Canterlot as the black silhouette of a dragon went over the petrified city. People ran for their loved ones and their homes, locking themselves in and hoping they guard would do what they’re supposed to. The dragon just flew on casually, his mere presence driving ponies away from him. It hadn’t always been so. Durgomoth was once loved by them, the little ones running around him and crying with joy and cheer. They would even brave his spines and crawl on top of him, with the watchful parents close by of course. But these were not those ponies. Time had passed, and he seemed to only be a distant memory in a history forgotten. Dur wanted to mend that; he wished for the cheers of joy children gave out when they saw him. But first…he had to show he wasn’t a threat to the state. He circled around the keep, waiting for his signal to land. A mental shout was thrown out from inside the castle, and Dur took much joy in hearing it.
Durgomoth! , Metiphus shouted through their mind-speech. They had been separated for a few months now, knowing that the presence of a dragon anywhere in Equestria would give rise to panic. HE was overjoyed to know that his rider and mind-partner was well; he had a knack for getting into trouble sometimes, but that came with being a rider. He circled around until he saw what looked like a trio of ponies walking out to the courtyard. Guards were shouting orders, and ballistae were loaded and aimed towards the dragon with fresh iron tips. They would glance off harmlessly from his scales, but still they could hurt.
Metiphus, you must call off the guard, or I will defend myself. I would not like my return to home to be an unhappy one.
Tia is on it Dur; give it a few minutes for the orders to circle through the ranks. The dragon gave a mental nod, and continued to circle in a steady manner, trying not to provoke the guards down below. They were holding steady, and he could see smaller runners going through the pony lines along the walls and battlements. Slowly, the ballistae and crossbows were lowered, but they didn’t leave their posts.
They still do not trust me I fear Met.
That can be fixed another time; for now, come down and meet everyone! You haven’t seen Tia in millennia for Maker’s sake! And so Durgomoth did. He angled his black lathery wings for him to come in at a gentle slope, and he slowly spiraled down, till he came to the courtyard. He landed with a loud THUD, the ground trembling around the mighty dragon. He opened his giant maw, pointing towards the sky he owned, and gave out a mighty roar to any who did not know of his presence, and let loose a small gulf of flames. Snapping his jaws shut, he turned his attention back down to the ground, where Met and two other ponies were walking up to him quickly. But they weren’t entirely who he expected.
Behind Met came Tia, dressed in a night gown and robe, her hair a slight mess. With her though, was a Pegasus he didn’t recognize. He was a sun-guard and was rather young looking. His mane was a light blue, as was his tail.
Met…who is this that you have brought? He is rather young, and looks inexperienced for what might come… Dur could feel the raw emotions coursing through Met’s mind, for their minds were linked not just by thought, but also by emotion and memory. Right now he could tell Met was a bit annoyed by Dur, and he chuckled lightly; a thunderous hum that came from his throat and everyone could feel. He then finally noticed the guards taking up positions around him in defensive positions. They were all armed with cross bows, and the unicorns among them had their magic charged and ready. Dur turned his attention to Tia, who had walked up close with a broad smile on her face. He nodded his head in a bow like way, and spoke to her through thought.
Good day, or should I say night, to you fair Princess. It has been a long while that I have seen you. You have not aged a day. She blushed lightly, and threw her arms around the dragon’s snout, confusing her guards around her. She lessened her grip and looked into Dur’s large silver eyes.
“I have missed you too, old friend.”
Old? I am in my prime dear Tia. Only 1,457 years by your count. Ney, I am yet to have reached what you two-legged-walkers would call, ‘old’.
“Whatever the case may be, or how ever old you are now, I’m glad to see you once again.” She hugged him once more and drew away when a hand went on her shoulder; Met stood behind her, smiling, but looking up at the larger being before him.
It’s good to see you again Met; I have been pondering over many things while we have been separated. Oh, and I have you’re, ah…weapon; the stick-that-kills-with-fire-and-metal.
Good! Luna wanted to…oh. Met noticed Durgomoth stiffen and look around, as if looking for something; or someone.
Where is she? He asked Met.
Dur… we need to talk about her.
Metiphus Stormson where is she?! Where is she who has captured our hearts? His head snaked down to face Met, and hot breath washed over his face. The Guard went on alert, aiming the bows and magic towards the duo. Met just stood there with a small frown and head downcast.
Dur….she doesn’t remember. Luna doesn’t remember us. Silence reigned between the two of them. Dur withdrew his head from Met’s space and stood still. Celestia looked between the two of them and gasped.
“Oh dear Maker, he told him.” She whispered.
Are…are you certain of this? Met nodded; a mental yell was thrown from Dur as he cried out from the news. Many covered their ears as if to block out noise, but it persisted. Met comforted his friend as best he could, but it only helped a little.
Years we have dreamed of this day Metiphus! Millennia! And now because of her curse she has forgotten us!
You think I haven’t felt this pain?! I have been here in her presence and have had to hide everything! Now is not the time for lamentations brother! First we must deal with the present situation and then we will discuss what to do after. Dur became quiet, and nodded his head. Met nodded, and motioned for Flash Sentry to walk towards him. Hesitantly, he did, keeping an eye on the mighty black dragon before him. He stopped next to Metiphus, who then put an arm around him and spook out loud this time.
“This is Flash Sentry, and I have done enough searching to know who and what I am looking for in help. He is exactly what we need.” Dur lowered his head once again to look closer at the Pegasus; he turned his head so a single silver eye bore down on him. He was no older than twenty three maybe, yet…….yes, he saw it. That spark of endurance and ingenuity. He was capable of great things if taught by the right minds of course. He brought his mind forth to the Pegasus, and was met with resistance. He persisted, and broke through the mind beerier, tearing through it like paper. A pained expression washed over his face, and he nearly feel, but was held up by Metiphus, who looked at Dur with a hint of anger.
My apologies Pegasus, but one must never defy a dragon when it seeks knowledge, especially when said dragon could be your teacher one day.
What’s with you dragon riders and invading pony’s minds? Met heard this and snorted.
How can we trust you if you have everything blocked out to us? The essence of a man, or in your case, stallion, is in his mind. It holds everything about who he is and what he is. It is key to know all so that we may understand you and trust you better; or would you rather us take weeks or months for our trust of you to grow naturally? Flash stood up, and shrugged off Met’s arm, who only frowned.
“My teachers where the same with me when they first found me; they had just ended a war, and were weary of me. They did not trust me as they do now, or as Dur and I now trust you.” Their conversation was cut short when the captain of the guard came forward and moved Flash out of the way, drawing a sword and pointing at Metiphus. Dur went on high alert, snaking his head slow towards the captain, growling deeply at him. Guards took up arms once again and pointed their weapons straight at them. Met pulled out his gun and held it up, pulling back on the hammer with his thumb and putting a hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Put away your weapons human, and call off your pet before we have to deal with it.”
Pet? Does this pony not know a dragon when he sees one?
“Not gonna happen there captain. How about you put your swords and bows away, and we can all settle this in a nice, quiet, not blood-shed type of conversation?” The captain pulled back on his blade as if to strike, but before he could continue the doors to the palace opened with a thunderous THUD over the silence of the courtyard, and all the guards turned to see Princess Luna walking outside, but her step faltering as she saw Durgomoth. She walked up to the two of them and put her hands on their weapons, before walking forward to Dur, who noticeably relaxed around her. He stood up straighter and looked down at her with warm eyes.
“I have never seen a creature such as you; you hold all of the wonders of the night sky on you like armor.”
Many have said such things Princess, but I find it most warming when words such as those come from people, or ponies in your case, like you. Luna smiled at the dragon and turned to look at Metiphus, then at the captain, then around at all the guards who had their weapons drawn and ready. She shook her head and spook once more to Dur.
“My apologies for our guard; they don’t seem to recognize a guest when they see one…” She blushed and turned towards her guards.
“Lower your weapons! Everypony! We have no reason to fear this dragon, or his rider! They are emissaries from another nation, and come in peace!” She slowly walked over to Met and spoke to him quietly, away from preying ears.
“This is your dragon, from the order you spoke of when you first arrived, yes?” He nodded. She looked back at the dragon that looked around towards the guards who were leaving, going back to their original duties before Dur had showed up.
“Good call on the emissary thing.” She smirked and nodded her head.
“I knew they’d listen to that; we’ve had emissaries from all sorts of places, who have had weirder things then dragons with them.” He nodded, somewhat curious about who or what had visited while he was gone, but that could wait. Right now, he needed to get all of his pieces set and ready.
Looking up to the dark skies above her, Celestia offered a silent prayer to her parents. What she was about to do with her companions would be the hardest thing she would ever have to do. There were 7 of them, Celestia included. Celestia herself wasn’t armed; she wore her regular crown and neck piece, along with her golden slippers with a white dress covering her form. Her fur billowed in the wind. The Elements also were not armed, except for the crowns atop their heads. One stood next to the other, with the figure behind them. Celestia stepped forward, looking to the swirling clouds of black before her.
Her sister was once a proud leader, who followed Celestia through the toughest of times, but something had changed that. Whether it was magic gone wrong, or her own deep dark wishes, Luna had risen to power; dethroning her elder. Now Celestia stood before her sister; or what was once her sister. Nightmare Moon she preferred to be called now. Lightning cracked in the sky, and a thunderous *BOOM* was heard. Part of the ceiling caved in, falling towards the group of ponies. Celestia raised her hands up out of pure instinct, while putting up a shield to protect her and her companions. The piece of ceiling crashed into the force feild, smashing to bits in a haze of dust and debris. Now was the time to act. Celestia and the Elements walked forward, bashed by fierce winds and howling gals. Her sister had gained power, but Celestia was till stronger. Added with the power of the Elements of Harmony, she would defeat this monstrosity; that’s what it was now. It was no longer her sister, it couldn’t be. The figure followed behind silent and head down cast. The wind abated some, revealing the swirling vortex of darkness’s occupant. Nightmare Moon laughed with glee.
“I see you have arrived, dear sister. Even with the powers of the Elements of harmony to back you, they will not be enough. I have risen to my full potential, which you held me from for so long!” Celestia now stepped forward, her dress blowing in the wind. Her hair was a mess, and tears streamed from her eyes matted her bright white fur.
"Please, Lu-Lu, stop this madness! I do not wish to do this to you!” She began to laugh and looked towards her sister with pity.
“You do not understand, dear sister. I WANT to do this! You have been holing me back for ages! And now I can finally be free from you. Free from you shadow, for all will be shadow and night!" At that Celestia and the Elements where blasted with wind; dark magic forced them back, their hooves digging into the ground. Celestia looked towards her sister, uterly confused. She had never mentioned any of this! How was she supposed to know? and now she would lose her only family left because of ignorance!
"Please, Luna, stop this! What would he think?" At this Nightmare faltered. The winds decreased some, while the vortex of shadow began to slow somewhat.
“He...he left us..I..we....No! You will not fowl my plans! Dark will rule the day, and I shall become ruler of all!” She laughed as lightning bolts stuck close to them. Dust and debris flew it to the air, but Celestia stood her ground. Erecting another field, she stopped the blasts. The Elements flinched away, looking back in awe and fear. Celestia stood there stoic and brave, facing the foe before her. She focusing once more on her sister. She had her dark nigh armor on, with a staff in one of her hands. A black cape billowed behind her, and lightning flashed once more behind her.
“Sister, I’m giving you one more chance. Stop this madness at once!” but the being before her only smiled back, pointing her staff towards Celestia. A bolt of dark magic was sent hurtling towards her. Celestia put up a magic barrier, before it struck, and hot white plasma formed on the shield, falling to the ground and cooling. A large explosion was created, and Celestia and the Elements of Harmony had to move behind a fallen pillar. Looking over to where the blast had hit, she saw through the smoke. Where they once stood was a large smoldering crater; the sides of it glassed from the heat.
“And now it is time to finish you off, dear sister.” Celestia looked to her sides and the Elements walked up beside her. They were all ready to do their own part.
“I will not end this day, but neither will you. Princess Luna, by the laws of the land, I sentence you to 1000 years of banishment to the moon based on the crimes of treason, disunion, and the use of dark magic. Your banishment shall begin now!” At that her horn glowed, along with the crowns worn by the Elements. Together their power converged, aimed at Nightmare Moon.
“What?! NO! This is not possible! HOW ARE YOU-“ Her words were cut short by a piercing scream as her powers were stripped from her. The magic blast created by the Elements and Celestia either shot or teleported Luna to the moon, which one no one will know.
“Good bye…dearest sister…” Celestia stood there, looking to where her only family once stood, now far gone to the surface of the moon itself.
"It is done then..." a stallion walked up to her side, wrapping his large arms around Celestia. The Element of kindness held her close, his fur soft to the touch. His mane was matted with dirt and sweat. Celestia wrapped her arms around his large neck, crying softly.What Have I done? Kindness let go of her and looked Celestia in the eyes.
"Celestia, what did you mean by 'he'?" Celestia sniffed and looked away. Memories came back to her from ages long ago.
"An old friend. One who cared for Luna greatly." Celestia hung her head and turned back to the Elements.
"He will come. When she returns, he will come back for her." They nodded, not really wanting to pry any further. They all looked back up to the moon, wondering what would come in the thousand years.
The three of them sat in the room in total silence. Luna herself was dumbstruck. How ponies had gotten the idea of her having a good poker face she would never know, because right now she was sure Celestia and Metiphus knew what was going through her mind. Utter confusion. She finally stammered for a few moments before she let out a complete sentence.
“My...personal guard? Do I don’t even have a say in the matter? I just met the stallion for Creators sake! We don’t even know if we can trust him!” Luna looked back at the both of them. Met himself was staring at the floor while Tia was looking back at her, annoyance in her eyes.
“Well I had assumed you would say yes; I see no reason for you not to. As for him being trust worthy, I have already told you, I have known Mt for quite some time. He is more than trust worthy.” Especially in your case Luna , Celestia thought to herself. Met cleared his throat and stood up, aiming to leave.
“I see you two have some things to discuss. I’ll just leave you to it then…” He walked for the door before he was stopped by Luna.
“No, stay. We, arg! Confound this modern language…I never said I didn’t agree with mine sister’s decision. I just wanted some input so that I was what I deemed right.” She nodded and turned to her sister.
“He will be my guard, but he will not be part of the official guard. If he is to be my shadow, then no one must know of him, not even the guard themselves.” Celestia nodded, pondering this for a few moments. It made sense; somewhat. Although keeping him a secret would be bit of a challenge…. A thought occurred to Celestia.
“Met, how has your magic come along?” At that Met smiled. Muttering a few words a pouch appeared in front of him, and took it and laid it on his lap and he drew out a long wooden pipe from his coat. Placing it between his lips, and placed a few tabs of tobacco planet (the freshest anypony could buy) and placed a finger to the weed.
“Brisingr.” With that the planet burst into bright blue flame, but quickly died down. He took a few long puffs and leaned back on two legs of the chair, smiling. Both Princesses had an eyebrow raised.
“Impressive, but how are you on invisibility?” His grin grew even wider. Again he muttered a few words, and he vanished from thin air. The chair he had been sitting on slowly moved back onto all fours, and after that, nopony knew where he was. Then from seemingly out of nowhere a smoke ring was blown onto Luna’s face, making her cough and sputter. Met reappear a foot away, smiling to himself.
“Does that answer your question Tia?” She nodded, smiling to herself. Still hasn’t lost his sense of humor I see . He chuckled to himself.
Why would I Tia? Just because I’ve been gone a few hundred years doesn’t mean I don’t know a good joke when I see one. Celestia sat straight up when she heard this in her head. She finally relaxed when she saw Met sneer.
Remind me never to forget you have telepathy. He chuckled again and sat down next to Luna. He sighed and looked out towards the window, his pipe in hand.
“So I suppose I should go and find a closer room to the palace. I have one with a few things a brought, but it’s farther away than I would like.” He frowned and got up. Putting on his coat and hat, he began to walk for the door. Luna stopped him in mid stride.
“None sense; you will stay here in the palace. If you are to be my guard then you need to be on hand whenever I need you. “At that Luna bid her sister a good night and walked out the door , followed by a confused Metiphus. The two walked down the corridor in silence, glancing at one another then back towards the paintings and tapestries on the walls. It really was quite a sight. Many of the paintings depicted scenes from Equestria’s history; the Windigos, the founding of the full nation between the warring tribes, the banishment of Nightmare Moon (Luna looked away from that one), and several others. They were created out of the most exotic fabrics and paint hues; it truly was quite a sight. Met found himself falling behind Luna from looking at it all. Bollocks. He quickened his pace to catch up to her, only to notice a slight grin on her face. Met coughed and cleared his throat, looking away slightly embarrassed.
The hallway continued on for a few more yards, only taking a turn or two; in general though it was fairly straight on from Celestia’s room. Where they were headed though, Met hadn’t a clue about. Finally, the two reach a stairwell that led up to a high chamber up above that Met could only guess to be Luna’s bedroom. To the left and right of the stairwell were two doors. Luna walked up to one, and her horned glowed. With a faint ‘click’ the door up locked and swung open. She stepped inside, followed by a bewildered Met. The room itself was quiet cozy; a small fire place hugged the opposite side of the wall facing the door, while a bed was a foot or so away in a corner. A painting of the night sky hung over the mantle of the fireplace, and a desk and drawer were set up on the left of the fire in front of a window facing the waterfall and forest that Canterlot was set up on. A medium sized bathroom ran off to the right; fully equipped with a tube, shower and sink. Met walked around the room in amazement; he hadn’t had accommodations like this for centuries. Luna walked around and stood in front of the bed facing him.
“I take it thou likes the accommodations?” Met just nodded, running his hands over the mahogany wood finish.
“It has been a while since I’ve lived this nicely…I can’t take this Princess. Really, it’s too much.” Luna stepped forward and beckoned him further into the room.
“None sense; if you are to be mine personal guard, then you must me here at all times. I will have it no other way.” Met began to protest again, saying none of his personals were here, but Luna interrupted him.
“There shall be no argument; you are staying here and that is final. Now, as for any other items you have in a hotel or inn in Canterlot; I shall send two guards to go and fetch them for you. Just give me the name of it and it will all be here my nightfall.” Sighing, Met gave Luna the name of the inn he was staying at and at once she summoned two guards. Giving them the name of the inn, she told them to go and fetch Met’s things and be back by night fall. They left in a hurry to go and get them, and left the two in the room alone again. Met took off his coat and hat, setting them down on the desk, and looked out towards the waterfall through the window. Luna walked up beside him looked out where he was; finally she turned to him.
“I hope you understand what this will do to you, Met. You will most likely have to sleep during the day now, and you will have to be by me at all times unless ordered otherwise.” He nodded and started to take off the sword and scabbard from his back. He walked over to his bed and leaned it against the wall next to it.
“I understand. I have been doing things like this for longer than you know. While this is still somewhat new for me, protecting people, eh, ponies is what I was trained to do.” He then began to unclasp his belt and holster; lying across one of the bed posts. Luna nodded at him, and began to walk out of his room. She stopped briefly to look at him.
“You and I will have to go over your past some time Metiphus. I am curious to know where you came from.” Met began to protest, but Luna wouldn’t hear it, and left right after. She closed the door to Met’s room behind her, leaving Met himself worried for the future.