-Stormclaok Emporers armory-

        Pinkie walked down the grand hall of armor and weapons that have been, in rare cases, wielded by the previous emperors and empresses before her. Most were some wimpy gold set with jewel in crested weapon. Figured, an emperor rarely ever had to go into battle, I this case needed to meant wanted to. She also didn't have time to forge her own set.

        However she kept looking as it was a large hallway and there had been many emperors, however nothing that predated the Septim empire as any material from before had rusted due to poor maintenance of the towers amazing plumbing system.

        Finally pinkie reached the end of the hall. The armor set of emperor Tiber Septim, or as it was in modern language, Justice. It was very unique. It was the design and shape of a steel set however it was obviously made from Dwemer metal.

        Pinkie smirked as she looked over the armor set plus the sword. Only one thought could cross her mind "We gonna have one hell of a party!" Pinkie chuckled.

        -Thalmor Dungeon-

        Ink-Wing finally found the dungeon, thanks to his pocket map he picked up along the way. Only paying attention to his map he wasn't able to realize the only prisoner in the room staring at him. Absolutely disgusted by him if to say the least.

        "You ponies disgust me! I hate you all!" Rarity hollered at Ink-Wing, not able to see through his disguise "The Stormcloaks will get me out of here! Aha! And then! Then I'll have every single Thalmor loyalists head!"

        Ink-Wing looked up, he recognized that voice "Rarity?" He looked over rot the mare, who's mane had been cut short, dyed black and tangled to a horrible mess, her white coat full of blood stains, however non were fresh so he guessed she had not been hurt recently.

        As well as Ink-Wing recognizing her voice, she recognized his "Ink-Wing?" Rarity replied, finally realizing how she first reacted to him "Oh my gosh darling, I'm so sorry for what I said about you earlier. As you can see being polite and generous around these ruffians doesn't get one anywhere."

        "It's alright Rarity, I'm here to help you. But first, how did you get in here?"

        -North of the Imperial City-

        Rainbow Dash and InvisibleScale had been sitting under an apple tree. Staring at the stars, admiring one another's company. Rainbow just sat there listening to the voice of her love as he talked about some astronomy stuff.

        Neither noticed, but an imperial courier was approaching them. It took a couple more minutes until Rainbow noticed him coming "Look, somepony is coming." The courier finally stopped in front of the two.

        "You two are urgently needed at the White-Gold tower, her majesty needs to speak with you." He explained.

        "Ugh. What could Pinkie want now?" Rainbow muttered in annoyance.

        "We have been gone for a couple weeks, maybe she has something we can help with," Invisible replied as the courier returned to the city "Besides, I think we've devoted ourselves to each other for long enough that we can stand to be with other ponies."

        -Thalmor Throneroom-

        As usual BloodHoof was seated upon his royal throne. He had been awaiting some sort of communication with Sparkling Star. Most preferably a letter. He liked letters. So long as they are not written in hoof writing. He hated hoof writing.

        Suddenly a glowing blue cloud entered the room and manifested into a spectral version of Sparkling Star "My king!" He bowed "I have your latest report. I have reason to beleive there is a spy in your court. Be careful because he could be faking any position of your staff. Also I beleive the empress may be planning something. Something big!"

       "How do you know?" The king was intrigued.

       "Because she looked me in the closet. She always locks me in the closet when there's something important." Sparkling explained "Please send food, I've been in here for three day-" BloodHoof magically closed the telepathic connection.

       "So, another spy to deal with... and I think I know who..." The elven axe to his left.

       -High Hrothgar-

       "Odahviing," Paarthunax started a conversation with his apprentice as well as friend "I sence something of great importance is to happen. We must travel to Valenwood."

       "What about the seven mortal sent by 'him'?" Odahviing aksed

       "I have a feeling we would be helping them," Paarthunax explained "As well as fulfilling the prophecy."