Shards

by Mabu

First published 4th of March, 2012

This story is based on the servers of Ponycraft and Bronycraft.

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Part 1 (chapters 1- 7)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1abZ8--bRc2WdfbaTTcwwrFZoaWPc7ONRF-gxrExb4RA/edit?pli=1#
Part 2 (Chapters 8-11)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o6B2-dbfAJN28ZznAoy3SBQ_9g_jnsKAgDOb-ubIgZ0/edit?hl=en_US&pli=1
Part 3 (Chapters 12 - still writing)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/16oeaP4j-tUcC37E9fOdMHE_wqPLGO4F2bSB4OlR8QYY/edit?pli=1

This story follows the history of two characters from the Ponycraft.net and Bronycraft.net Minecraft servers.

Starting 5 years after the show (first season), follow the journeys of these two uncovering the mysteries of the world.

Sci-Fi/Fantasy

Some Violence/Strong language

This will be a very long story.

Prelude-Chapter 7

Prelude

It was a bustling day, the usual for Dogburn. Diamond Dogs pulled carts after them loaded with everything from spices to apples and fur. Other Dogs walked around glancing at merchants’ wares and arguing prices. Still others edged around the crowd, sweeping dust and fixing lanterns to keep the cavern as bright as the world outside,

Flory walked through his people with pride, the dogs had, just like phoenixes, pulled together from the brutes of the race to make something good. To make a real home where pups could romp without worry.

It was a soft pride that lay in his chest. The others would always accredit the success of the settlement to Flory, but no, it was the Dogs who had dug and the Dogs who had laid the cobble. He was just been another pair of paws there with them. Still, in the end they had unanimously pushed Flory as Alpha, crowning him as Governor.

And so he walked the Bazaar, greeting, and being greeted by all familiar faces. He smiled to hear the Dirtpaws had just had a full litter- and none of them a runt. As a single pup, he loved hearing this- it was, perhaps, the best part of his job.

After this happy exchange his eyes were drawn to an alley between two buildings across the way, there were a few males there, jeering at something and laughing. His eyebrows furrowed. What was this? The Dog made his way there quickly, padding up behind them discreetly and silently.

The light needed changing; the close-ended alley was cloaked in shadow. The forms of the three Dogs blocked the opening completely.

“Hey there little pony, lost your way?”

“For such a little filly, you have really big bags, gonna flip over?”

“Dumb little Pegasus. How ya gonna fly in here?”

Of course, they said more than this, but these were the “nicest” comments.

Flory’s eyes narrowed. ‘What the hell?’

“What in the blazes are you doing?” He said calmly, letting undertones carry his annoyance.
The three turned, shock etched in their faces. Varied exclamations of “Boss” and the like made up the response. Flory motioned to the middle dog to move to the side, there was no argument.

His eyebrows rose, the only bit that escaped the well of surprise that arose. A tiny… a really tiny Pony was in front of him. She, it was almost hard to tell, the foal was so young he had to rely on the mane, hadn’t said a single thing this whole time. Flory had experience with Ponies. He could tell that she was especially short, a runt. What was a mere pup doing here? He couldn’t tell her exact age.

She stood hooves hard on the ground. Her coat was a deep royal purple, her mane a deep blue that flowed like water. Inspection of the tips revealed that it had been a while since she’d had a manecut. She held her wings clamped to closely to her body, and he could not see past the saddlebags she wore, simple brown without decoration, to tell if there was a mark on her flank; though surely such a young pony would lack one.

The Governor took all this in a second. What really caught his attention were... the … unusual things... There was a holster attached to her rear leg, inside it some sort of cylinder made of wood. A circlet seemingly wrought of silver and set with a material that gleamed like alicorn rested on her brow. And then were her eyes.

The moment Flory’s met the foal’s he felt at ends.

There was nearly a glint of darkness in them, not an evil darkness, but a night like one. They were hard and serious, all softness gone. Invulnerable unlike all other ponies he had ever met. They caught the breath in his throat.

“Hold it there.” He said quietly, pulling his eyes away. The Dogs, attempting to sneak off, froze. “She is a pup. What do you think you three were doing?” He turned to face them. Flory went off at the three, his voice calm as ever, but frozen, the looks of discomfort on the three only kept growing.

“I’m not a child.”

Flory froze, mid-word, and turned his head. “What?”

“I am not a child.” Her voice was that of a pup, but stern, cold.

“How old are you?” Flory knew the moment he said it that it was in no way an elegant question. But some things you just can’t help.

There was a moment of silence from the foal, then in a voice as toneless as before “Fourteen.”

Flory’s breath hitched again, “Where are your parents?”

Her face stayed masked as she suddenly moved past the Dogs, hooves clopping on the cobble, “That’s really no concern of yours.” She said without looking back.
Flory watched her slide into the crowd.

“Get out of here!” He barked at the three, hastening to catch up to her. The tiny thing had a much easier time getting through the crowd than his large figure. When he finally caught up with her he could only stare. ‘So that’s why she’s here.’ He thought to himself, watching her from a distance barter with a middle-aged female for some lapis.

The child pointed out a few small defects in the stones, that, while easy to fix, lowered the value of the gems in their current condition. It was with a strange mix of pride and indignation that he watched the pup clearly outmaneuver his citizen. ‘Well, at least she’ll offer the best possible stock now.’ He thought watching the female scoop the gems into a bag. What happened next he couldn’t explain.

The dog offered to put the bag in the filly’s saddlebags, but she declined with a simple shake of the head. Suddenly the bag was floating above the shocked Dog’s paws. Without a pause, it floated into the Pegasus’ bag, while at the same time a quarter bar of iron dropped into her stunned paws. With a click the saddle bag closed. And with traders’ thanks she was off on her way.

“I’m a merchant if you didn’t pick that up already.”

Flory flinched, she was sharp to notice him sneaking up. He’d been following her around half the day… He thought he’d done a good job.

“Really. One would think the Governor had something better to do.” She turned to face him finally, eyes flashing over to the side and past him. Flory realized that the buzz of the market had died down. He turned to see what the matter was and realized that the merchants were all but packed up. They were away from the others, near where the buildings started.

‘Sneaky pup,’ he thought abashed. Perhaps he had been too focused on the foal, she had led him around like a fool and he knew it.

“How are you doing that?” He asked her, motioning to the apple hovering in front of her mouth; she was leaning against a hay cart, one front hoof crossed in front of the other.
She swallowed, and the apple bounced in the air. “Well, I take an apple, and eat it.” She smirked and took another bite. Flory was about to retort when she spoke again. “It’s a secret.”

“Really?” He responded unsurprised.

“Yep. And only those who really, really want to know can.”

“Really?” He felt like he was being played, but hey, any creature who was somehow using unicorn magic… Actually, he’d never seen one.

“What do you want?”

“Mmmmm….” She looked up at him through lidded eyes. “Information about Hu-Masters.”

“Where are your parents?” This was too much for games. Enough. There was something off. A spy? It had to be something sinister of course.

“I haven’t got ‘em. And cool it. Your tail’s in a bristle. I’m not from Equestria.” The child’s voice was filled with a subtle venom, she got up on her hooves.

“You’re not?” Today just kept getting weirder. He felt a headache coming on.

“Not originally,” She glanced about. “Look, we can keep standing here, or get out of the way and actually talk.”

“… Right then. This way.” For a reason he’d never be able to explain, Flory turned around and started walking. Nerves just a little frayed. What in the nether had he gotten himself into?

Chapter 1

Flory padded down the street, Mabu following after, trying to bite back curiosity so that it wouldn’t show. Even though the streets were nearly empty due to the late hour, the duo still managed to earn curious looks from many Dogs who neglected their late afternoon routines to stare. Eventually they arrived at the town centre, a large looming structure boasting a steel fence around it. The only way around it, aside from scaling the high-to-the-tallest-Dog fence, was through a cast-iron gate guarded by two guards. Mabu looked the pair up and down as she neared; they wore fine blue coats very similar to the Governor, but on top of those were iron chest plates and cast iron helmets buffed to a sheen. They stiffened to attention with a thud of paws and shifting of weight as the two approached. “Sir!” They barked in unison as they passed by. She would never admit it, but inside she was impressed and, perhaps somewhere, a bit intimidated by the power the guards radiated. ‘He must place emphasis on the military strength of the nation,’ she decided.

Once past the gate Mabu was guided through looming hardwood doors into the interior of the town hall. Inside, her eyes adjusted to take in a well lit, finely crafted room. Many chairs were lined up in rows, all facing a podium on a stage. She had no doubt that this was where Flory held addresses and saw to the requests of his people. A few finely dressed Diamond Dogs wandered about the room, she habitually listened to them chatter on about this and that, but, since it was nothing of import dismissed the words.

Suddenly a female Dog adorned in a fine vest and wearing goggles approached Flory.

“Governor,” the new female began, “The city is running well. There are no major issues, except maybe a brawl down at the Dogbowl- nothing serious, the town guards can handle that matter and-“ Her words cut off jarringly as she noticed Mabu, “What is that?”

Mabu only raised her eyebrows as Flory chuckled, it seemed he may have been about to answer, but, “That? What are you?” Hmph.

The female was clearly taken aback, perhaps her response was a bit…snappy?

“What am I?” Her words were filled with shock, it took a few moments but she regained her composure, with pride she answered. “I am Minister Spot, Governor Flory’s adjutant: you had best be showing some respect!”

Flory laughed, it humored him to see the small pony snap, at least she had finally shown some emotion towards that. He’d been getting a bit worried. “Now, now Mabu,” He had picked up her name listening to her merchant dealings, “I’m sure you and Spot meant no disrespect to each other, you two just got off on the wrong foot, that’s all. Spot, you have done well, if there is no further business you may be excused and take the rest of the day off. If you need me, I shall be in my quarters.”

“Of course Governor. Mabu, I apologize for my earlier rudeness.” She replied with a small bow. “I hope we can get along Mabu, I was just surprised, and we do not get ponies here often if at all.” Mabu sensed the response was genuine; it seemed to her that the Dog just spoke what was on her mind and was quick to react, perhaps given time, they could become allies. It would be good to have Dogburn as a trading avenue.

After Spot took her leave, Flory led Mabu through two more double hardwood doors. Things were already just a bit big in Ponyville, here, everything was hulking. The pair passed a fountain, she had just enough time to catch that the plaque read ‘To all Dogs who, with their effort and paws, made this home we can all be proud of.’

It seemed they had been walking through the building for ages when they finally reached a door guarded by the largest diamond dog she’d seen yet. She felt she barley came over his knees. He stiffened to attention like those before him; yet, unlike the earlier, impassive guards, she felt an aura of malice directed at her, his eyes bored into her through the slits of his helmet. The further away she was, the better.

Flory glanced over at her, and saw her discomfort in the way she stood, how her shoulders drew close together and her hooves dug into the floor.

“My lord!” the guard barked in a booming voice.

Flory responded with a simple “Sir Knight.”

Flory opened the door to the room and motioned for Mabu to enter, she trotted inside, more than willing. It was as well built as the rest, but adorned simply. A desk was seated in the centre of the room with a couch facing opposite. A simple chair was placed at the desk. She figured that the door on the far wall lead to sleep quarters.

The Governor motioned to the couch, “Take a seat little one,” he instructed in a condescending tone, Mabu bit her cheek as not to glare at him. She needed the information too much to upset this. She hopped up on the couch and made herself comfortable, watching him reach under his desk and drew out a bottle of black liquid. When he unscrewed the lid there was an explosion of gas. ‘What… is that?’

“This is a drink that has been developed by one of my fine citizens,” The Governor said with a hint of pride as he pulled out two glasses and poured the dark concoction into them. To her interest, it continued to hiss. “’Tis called Cola or soft drink, rather, Cola is the flavor. It is carbonated gas with water and flavor. Makes for a great recreational drink, care to try it?” He said offering her the bottle while taking a sip of his own.

“Sure Governor.”

He settled into his chair, “I’d carry it to you, but I know better by now.” He said, watching her levitate the glass to her. She felt amused. How was it that no one tended to realize it was the circlet? The drink wasn’t too bad; it left a strange tickle on her tongue. She decided it reminded her of the Ponyvillians’ ‘soda pop’ an apple concoction that was a bit too sweet for her tastes. “So you want to know about the Masters Mabu?” He quizzed. The return look was a clear ‘of course’. “The Masters are a legend from the old times, when Diamond Dogs had a city, a city so great that it even traded with The Equestrian City of Cloudsdale.” He smirked at her surprised expression, “Yes, it was a great beacon of Diamond Dog glory, but it all ended horribly.”

“Yes, yes.” The foal responded with puppyish impatience, “Can you get to the Masters?”
Flory chuckled, seeing a bit of the color of this little pony amused him. “Very well, tales of the Masters abounded during this time. The Masters cared for us, loved us, played with us and fed us. They were our guidance and the foundation that we relied upon. One day the disappeared and left us Dogs alone, one day, we believe that they will return and take us in again. Then we can be their servants again and be at peace with loyal and worthy Masters to serve.” Flory ended with a longing look in his eyes.

Mabu gave a small sigh, looking away, “Humans…”

Flory’s face grew annoyed, “Humans. Well, I have heard many Diamond Dogs tell that the Masters could indeed be humans, no proof of course. I cannot provide any more information than this. I hope this helped, but that is all I can tell you. We have a few relics that you can peruse, but that will have to wait until tomorrow as it has gotten late.”

It was hard to tell the time underground, but as Mabu trotted over to a window she noticed Diamond Dogs patrolling the streets dimming, if not dousing, lamps across the city. “I have a room you can stay in Mabu, if you wish. Otherwise, there is a hotel in the city.”

“I will stay here if you don’t mind.” She responded quietly, almost shyly, it seemed to Flory. He could tell she was tired. He smiled a bit, seemed the proud little pony could cave in a bit after all.

She watched him as he guided her to a spare room, thankfully away from the one ‘Knight’. “You’ve forgotten something.”

He looked down at his coat, “What?”

“In answer to your question: It is the circlet I wear. I’m not sure what the center is made of, but a rather hermetic Unicorn who was skilled in magic made it for me. It grants only Telekinesis.”

Flory glanced at the headdress, he had never heard of such a thing. He was curious to find out how the device worked. He opened the door and let her in; she went and made herself right at home.

Flory returned to his room and put the bottle of Cola back under the desk. That little pony sure had a drive to find out as much as she could about humans. Her determination struck Flory, it reminded him of the resolute working drive of his own people when they carved Dogburn from the rock. He could see a bit of Diamond Dog in the little pony.

Mabu trotted into the room and surveyed her surroundings as the Governor closed the door. She shook her saddlebags off and walked in. She’d been impressed by the organization of the city, it really wasn’t what she had expected. Rather than a collection of dirty dark tunnels populated by brutish Diamond Dogs, she found a proud city of Dogs who worked hard and held themselves well. The city was comparable to many of the Pony Cities she had visited in travel… there was only the difference of military presence. But she had heard stories that Canterlot was like that. She moved to the window, green eyes flashing around, there were many armored Dogs patrolling the streets and guarding places of importance. She heard a clamor, and with a small thought the window slid open. Across the street were a group of the Guard, one was bearing a torch. She heard their barked voices, “Monsters sighted in the east tunnels, Durnhauser, Rolf, with me! To the people our duty!” The leader ordered.

“And to the people our lives!” The other Dogs responded, all three readied their pikes and ran off in the direction of the east tunnels. Mabu closed the window, glancing at her cutie mark, she could help… but it wasn’t her place.

It seemed that, despite the happy and peaceful face of the city, it was built within a monster area with many nests. She guessed that eradicating the nests would prove too dangerous and costly to do. Hence, the Diamond Dogs boasted a strong military presence to safeguard their people. As she had walked around that morning, she had noticed many posters and signs portraying inspiring messages such as “Better Yourself!” and “Duty to the People!” It seemed that the Governor had instilled a very patriotic and duty based society. Overall, it wasn’t too bad a city.

Chapter 2

She’d lived in Ponyville, perhaps two and a half years now, maybe a bit more. It wasn’t anyponys’ fault that she kept to herself so much. Sometimes she felt a small bit of regret that she was always at the edge of the crowd when she had little business to excuse herself from Pinkies parties, or when she cared little about the compliments that Rarity gave about her mane. She was thankful to their efforts, and said as much, but could never feel comfortable around them.

Sometimes she heard murmurs amongst the crowd, smug disapproval from those who noticed her fascination with humans. “She saw that Light one time, and off she goes trying to find old ponies’ tales.” Was one muttering that stuck in her head. She wasn’t sure herself what intrigued her so, humans, to most, were just myths. It was only seeing one herself that made her think they were real. She searched all over for books, even checking Manehattens’ Grand Library. But no luck, she couldn’t find anything. Not even a page. Any questions she asked were given a polite, but stern, ‘no’. Eventually she learned that Celestia had banned the subject to keep silly ponies heads out of space. So, she returned home, the trail having dried up.

A few years passed by that way, she always kept an ear out, merchants learned things that way. She was sitting in the park, sketching the fountain one day when she heard a few voices behind her, out of the corner of her eye she saw Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy.

“So, I’m going to see if Zecora has gotten any new potion recipes, she just got back from Zebrica.” The Unicorn said lightheartedly.

“Oh… Be careful Twilight…. The Basilisk…” The Pegasus replied, voice barely above a whisper.

“Don’t be silly Fluttershy, no one has seen it for like five years…. Not since that happened.”

Mabu swore she saw a soft look of pride on Fluttershys’ face, but they were too far gone to hear any more of the conversation.

Everyone thought the Everfree was such a dark and scary place. Mabu danced around some Poison Joke; it wasn’t really, she’d seen worse. The ponies were just so…slow... sometimes. They came crashing through these woods, making all kinds of noise and breaking stuff. Of course they ticked off creatures who made their homes here. There weren’t even that many monsters. Even if there were, she had her stave. And, though she’d hate to use them here, a few explosives she cooked up as a hobby. Most Ponies didn’t know all of what went on in her small “art” shop, though, of course she really sold all kinds of odds and ends.

Zecora’s house was big, but looked comfy. She trotted right up and rapped on the round door with her stave.

“Welcome please enter, come and be at your centre” The rhyming voice of Zecora filtered through the door. Mabu opened and entered into the cottage, breathing in air filled with the smells of every herb and spice. Zecora was standing at a large pot, she watched the small Pegasus trot in through the corner of her eye and turned to face her.

“Can you tell me anything about humans?” the foal instantly chirped.

“Well, well little filly, why would you want to know about something so silly?”

“I have…an interest in them.” She responded, ears twitching. “But… No… Pony… has any information, or knows anything. I’ve heard tell that the Princess has outlawed all information on the topic.”

Zecora laughed. “In my homeland, a place of dust and sand,
There is a city you will learn, made by dogs called Dogburn,
Surviving many disasters, ask the dogs of the Masters!”

Mabu returned to her home, the cryptic words ringing in her ears. ‘What the heck are Masters?’ She gathered her belongings and locked up her shop, leaving a note that she’d gone on another journey and that Carrot Top could pick up her paints at the post office. She glanced at the map the Zebra had given her…

“Dogburn, huh?”

Chapter 3

Flory rolled out of bed, it was early in the morning, but a Governor had duties. He strode over to the closet in the corner and took out a fresh coat. He pulled it on, feeling proud and dashing- the admiration he held for his garments was... admirable. He opened his door to the sound of the usual thud and clank of the Knight assigned to his room.

“My Lord!” The animated metal dog barked. Flory merely inclined his head; Knight Commander Rover had made a fine detachment of Dog Knights, but the arrogance they radiated often worried the Governor. Dogburn was a city that put forward beliefs on the value of all Dogs, elitist attitudes were not welcome. Yet still, Rover’s Knights were the most potent fighters in the city. Three of them destroyed a monster nest with no support whatsoever. Without a doubt, one of Rover’s Knights was worth his immense weight in gold in a fight

Flory made his way down the hall and found the pattering form of Spot hurrying towards him. “Governor,” she panted, “we have a casualty. Private Durnhauser was slain last night battling monsters in the eastern tunnels.”

Flory’s heart sank, “I see, thanks Spot. Does his family know?”

“Yes Governor, they are with his body at the infirmary now.”

“Thanks for telling me.” He responded in a downcast tone, “I’ll take my leave”. He left the Minister and headed out the main doors, making his way to the infirmary. The building appeared very similar to many of the other buildings in the city, yet boasted a simple medical symbol on the wall. On entrance he was directed to the morgue in the lower levels.

He was greeted with a sad scene. What appeared to be Durnhauser’s parents stood in the corner of the room. They held each other in a sad embrace, faces etched with grief. Draped over the body was the weeping form of a female. Flory didn’t have to guess that this was Durnhauser’s mate. He had read the report a nurse handed to him when he entered.

The elderly couple gave a start when they recognised who he was. They broke their embrace and bowed slightly. “My Lord Governor, “ the male spoke shaken, “you do us a great honor.”

Flory gestured, “Forget about formalities good sir, I have come to pay my respects to Dogburn’s finest.”

He slowly approached the bed and crying female. Durnhauser had been laid down respectfully. Looking down, Flory’s gut clenched with guilt and responsibility; though the Dog’s face bore the look of restful sleep, he could see that his body had been savaged. This had been no easy death for the brave soldier.

The guilt was the burden of leadership, and Flory would shoulder it. Every spark of glory given by shining uniforms and parades quickly faded away when one was faced with the broken body of a young Dog taken in his prime and those grieving souls left behind. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he secretly wished that he too could one day die for his people and repay every young Dog that had perished under his leadership.

The guilt ate away at him every time he saw this. He pulled his eyes away and rested a sad paw on the shoulder of the hunched female, she raised her head and their eyes met. Flory’s heart cracked as he held them, bloodshot from tears and grief. “I am so sorry.” It was all he could say. Her eyes welled up once more and she gave a wail that would haunt him for many years. He took his leave.

As the Governor walked, he was greeted with the happy scenes of everyday life: Merchants going about their business, Dogs going to work. The few guards he did see wore grim expressions. It seemed that the news of Durnhauser had spread across the ranks. He gave an understanding nod to one guard who returned it. He turned his gaze back to the merchants and was suddenly reminded of the strange little Pegasus with the desire for humans. He turned towards the town centre.

He took a moment to collect himself and rapped on the door to the spare room. He had expected the pup to be asleep, but was surprised when the door swung open and revealed Mabu ready with saddlebags and circlet on, ready and fully prepared to leave. “Well? Are we ready to go?” She asked, no-nonsense, and brushed past him, hooves clicking off the wood.

Flory shook his head, this little pony never ceased to surprise him. “Are you hungry little one?” He asked, amused to see her forehead wrinkle into an annoyed expression. Goading her seemed to bring out more emotion than anything else- he took it as a good sign.

She paused, “Yeah. We can stop. How much does it cost and what do you dogs eat?”

“Don’t worry about the price-,” He started, then realised a problem. “Well, I won’t lie to you. We Dogs eat meat. If you find this squeamish, I can have more pony-appropriate food sent to your room. Otherwise, feel free to join me for breakfast at the Dogbowl.”

Oddly, the prospect of eating meat didn’t disgust her. A small shudder passed through her tail, the Ponies would consider this pure savagery, yet she could not even summon the slightest inkling of any of these emotions. Puzzling.

“I can handle your savage ways, Governor.” She huffed. As the two walked together, she noticed many of the city citizens also headed the same direction. She glanced up at Flory.

“In Dogburn,” he began to explain, “we eat communally as we are one pack, or family. Food is prepared by our fine cooks then issued to the people from our mess hall: the Dogbowl. Dogs take turns eating in shifts so jobs don’t get neglected. Being Governor, I have the luxury of eating when I want. Perks of the job.”

The pair followed the tide of Dogs to a large hall. Mabu was met with the aroma of meat being cooked. She shook her head, shouldn’t the smell make her queasy? She dismissed it quickly and entered with the press of hungry dogs. Inside, she held large hardwood tables that had been coated with a fine finish. ‘Seems everything's large here.’ she thought a tad sarcastically.

Dogs lined up at the counter situated at the far end of the wall and began to receive their breakfast, carrying them to spare places at the tables and began to eat. Some noticed that the Governor was attending their shift for breakfast and smiles broke out amongst the line. This brought a sense of relief to Flory after the tragic scene he witnessed earlier that morning.

When the pair made it to their turn in the line, Flory requested if there was any ‘vegetarian’ food available. The cook nodded, glancing at Mabu quizzically and presented the pony with a tray featuring a meal of apples, carrots and steamed potatoes. “Oh,” he said, “I did not realise you couldn’t carry it- please allow me to for you.”

Flory gave a chuckle and shook his head, “Don’t worry, she can handle it.”

Mabu levitated the tray out of his paws. The astonished look of the caterer and the surrounding Diamond Dogs lead her to smirk. Flory shook his head amused, and moved to a table, taking his seat. The pony hopped up next to him.

He glanced at his meal with satisfaction. Bacon strips, sausage links, and mashed potatoes. A hearty meal that he began to eat with enthusiasm. He didn’t care whether or not Mabu found this repulsive, this was the way of his people and he would not make them change to suit others’ needs. He glanced down to his side, expecting Mabu to bear an outraged or disgusted look. Instead, she appeared not care as she chewed on an apple.

Her levitating trick was proving to be a novelty to the Dogs seated with them. They pointed and made amazed noises as they observed her eat. Flory gave a grunt and the Dogs resumed their meals, interesting or not it was still rude to stare at someone eating.

A Diamond Dog stood on his stool and tapped a glass with a fork. “My attention my good dogs,” he began, “I wish to bring to your attention that we have lost a brave soul today. My brother-in-law Durnhauser died last night battling monsters in the east tunnels. He gave his life for our safety and for our way of life. I ask for all of you to raise your glasses and toast a fine citizen and loving mate. May my poor sister find peace.”

Flory’s heart sank again hearing these words. His duty as Governor dictated that he should have made that statement. He felt he had let down his people.

At the same time Mabu felt a twinge. She had witnessed Durnhauser’s last moments in the city. She shook, making sure that her saddlebags covered her mark. She could have helped, but still felt it was not her place. With a glance up, she noticed the pained look on governor’s face. ‘The suffering of his people affects him greatly.’

She pulled her mind away, staring at tray. She still needed to focus. As soon as they finished, the Governor would take her to the archives. Maybe there would be some connection between the Masters and humans.

Chapter 4

Finished with his meal, the governor stood, making his way out of the Dogbowl. The foal glanced up, having been lost in her thoughts. Hurriedly she hopped off the bench and twined through the large bodies trying to catch up to him. She finally reached him at the entrance, but before they could exit the great doors flew open, filled with an enormous form of steel.

“My Lord!” a giant voice boomed, followed by a large clank as he brought his right arm over his chest in a salute.

“Knight Commander Rover.” The governor responded to the hulking creature. Mabu blinked in the new light, eyes clearing, she saw him more clearly. He looked like the knights she had seen earlier, but far larger than even the one that guarded the governors’ room. His armor was far more intricate as well, inlaid with gold plating. A deep blue cloak rested from his pauldrons. She felt a stirring and pushed her hooves into the ground, ‘He must be the leader.’ Seeming to notice her, Rover’s massive head turned and gazed in her direction.

“So,” he rumbled, “This is the little creature that I’ve heard so much about. What a little smear of flesh.”

A particularly tasteless comment, she was ready to snap back but held her tongue. Unless she was reckless, the beast would end her in an instant. She wasn’t stupid. She dug her hooves in more, concentrating on stilling the thrashing of her tail.

“And I cannot even fathom how such an insignificant creature could the attention of our Lord Governor. You are su-”

“That is ENOUGH!” Flory roared.

Rover took a startled step back, “My Lord....” he stuttered gracelessly. It surprised Mabu to see the giant have such a reaction.

“This nation was formed so that all could gain respect. So that no matter who you were were, you could be accepted for who you are. My father died for this belief and I will ensure it lives! You have done a fine job and I do appreciate it. However this elitist attitude you are grooming- it reeks of the old ways where the strong took from the weak. We are strong because we have each other and everyone pulls in one direction and one purpose. Every dog and even every pony. What would Sketchy think if she heard that?”

Rovers’ face turned into one of embarrassment, “...She’s...different...”

Mabu wondered what the two were talking about. What had the governor said that was making the beast act this way?

“No!” Flory barked back, “Everyone, every member of society, is valued. Every member is cherished- and you raise this despicable behavior when brave Private Durnhauser died for us!”

Rover dropped to one knee in a crash of metal, “My Lord, forgive me!” He sobbed, throwing the foal.

She watched the governor lean down and rest a paw on the Knight’s shoulder, “ I am sorry Rover, I lost my composure. You have done so much for us and I am very proud of you and your knights.” He said kindly, “Please though, remember to value all people worthy of such respect. You do not know Mabu and cannot judge her. Get to know her before making a decision. Please rise, I feel I have been too harsh with you.”

She thought quite contrary to the governor’s last remark, but remained silent as Rover stood and regained himself. “Think nothing of it My Lord. My apologies My Lady.” He left the pair, one not as trusting as the other, and moved to get his meal, thunderous foot falls heralding his passage. Unlike the governor, who seemed pleased, she didn’t trust the knight in the slightest. It would be a fools’ dream to think he would not harbor negative feelings for her after that display.

‘This isn’t important,’ she reminded herself, sliding through the door the governor held open and trotting out into the streets, hooves numb.

Flory led Mabu through the streets to an area that seemed to be an older part of Dogburn.

The Archive was a cramped-looking building dug out of the rock of the cave wall, torches sent out feeble light that trickled along the cobble. Flory pulled open the wooden door with furrowed eyebrows, the squeak it let out made it obvious the hinges needed oil. He seemed to mutter as much, but she was too busy darting through the doorway to catch what he said.

She gazed at the walls almost giddily, the scent of old books and leather filling the air and her; few things left her so content. It was dim in the foyer, but far larger than she’d imagined. She swung her head about, Flory was catching up.

“This way then.” He stepped past her into the next room, small taps letting him know she was almost on his tail. She was nearly losing her composure, he thought humored, obviously the pup was keen, nay, very keen to get any information about the Masters.

Where only one wall had held books in the previous room, this one had them up to the ceiling in any direction. Mabu came to an abrupt halt behind the governor who stood in front of a table patiently. It seemed that he had sent a messenger of some sort prior, because two figures working on different ends of the room promptly disappeared and came back a few minutes later carrying small chests.

The two set the chests down on the table and swiftly left, leaving the pair alone in the room and to their own devices. Flory slowly opened one of the chests, showing great care. The foal peeked around his arm, hooves perched on the top of the table. She could see a book and a few papers. They looked very old and brittle. Carefully, Flory withdrew a sheet of paper and laid it out on the wood.

“We haven’t got much. Old-Dog Fergus claimed he had found Floria, the old home of the Diamond Dogs. He had these artifacts on him and donated them to the Archive to teach us of our past... He died a few years ago.” Flory paused a moment, remembering the kind old Dog who was a staunch supporter of his father. Fergus had taught Flory and many puppies during their young years.

Mabu scanned the sheet of paper. An odd feeling filled her gut and her hooves slid back on the floor; she could read it. There wasn’t even a moment where the words came into focus, the letters just stood firm, and she understood every one. This ancient Diamond Dog relic was as clear as a cookbook.

“Subject A: Human Cloning.” She breathed unaware she was translating the words, “The first attempt was a failure. Cellular stability was compromised and the subject had to be destroyed. Not a total loss, DNA structures were recovered and we can begin to continue our...” With age, the writing had faded beyond legibility. The letters were odd, she noticed, they weren’t written by anypony she’d ever seen. It was too perfect. Each and every letter was exactly the same, no deviation. She was deeply puzzled, but a gasp made her shift her attention back to her surroundings. She turned to see the governor, his face a mask of shock.

“You can read the text?” In a quick motion, Flory dropped down on one knee and brought his face close to Mabu. She hated this invasion of personal space, but before she could step back his paws clamped around her shoulders. She loathed the contact, and was filled with discomfort, but his grip held her tight. Their eyes met and she saw he was focused purely on her. The look in them was unlike any instance since she had met him. These eyes harboured the desire of ambition and power, she was seeing a different Dog now. And she was too young to understand it.

“You can read the text of the Masters? You can actually read it?” He repeated, breathless with excitement.

“Yes.” The foal squirmed, she did not like this at all. His paws were too tight.

“This is wonderful! This is a joyous day! You can read all of this! The books and the texts of the Ancients! I wonder what secrets you could unlock? The tales, the technology! What we could learn... With this power I can bring my people to even greater heights!” He exclaimed in a euphoria of glee.

With each sentence his grip tightened, finally it was too much. Governor or not, she wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. She glanced about, the chest looked light enough. She concentrated and lifted the chest above Flory’s head. Then she let it drop. The chest struck the Dog’s head with a large crack. His face changed from glee to a sudden rage. Mabu feared she would be harmed. She closed her eyes and braced for the worst. But he let her go. She opened her eyes to a concerned Flory rather than the look of pure rage she had just seen. She relaxed but only slightly. It seemed that the good Governor could get angry. Maybe there was underlying rage... not everything was perfect under that fine coat.

“Mabu I...” Flory began while rising and turning his back on her, “I am sorry, there is no excuse for this behavior.” He gathered up the chest and placed it back on the table. “You can look over these for a long as you need. Then you are free to go. I am deeply sorry for my actions. Forgive me.” Flory left the small Pony at the table and walked out the hardwood doors of the Archive.

Chapter 5


“Thank you Spot.” Flory responded taking the papers from her. “If that’s all, feel free to go about your business.”

The Minister saluted then relaxed, a curious look creeping onto her face.

“Yes?” He asked, flipping through the documents.

“Sir, If I may, I’ve been wondering what happened to that Pegasus pup? Mabu was it?”

Flory’s paw froze, he lifted his eyes from the diagram. “I need to check on that. She was fine last I saw.” Flory took off, leaving his her in the dust.

“Sir, since you two came she’s done next to nothing but stare at those pages, look through that book and any other she seems to find with a connection to it. She goes out in the mornings for a bit, but besides that we can hardly get her to eat.” The Head Archivist, a greying Dog by the name of Vich, complained. Flory walked next to him eyebrows furrowed. After that display he had just gone home. Since, he had tried to bite his curiosity about what the results were... but alas.

Flory walked into the room. The Pony was parked at the table. She seemed a bit tired, but determined. She pushed a thread of her mane out of her eyes and flipped a page, deep in concentration.

“That’s not it.” She murmured, flipping to a different book. Flory watched her in silence. The tenacity of the pup astounded him.

“Any luck?” He said from the corner, where he had slid, leaning back, arms crossed, one foot in front of the other.

The foal neither jumped nor seemed surprised. “I had wondered when you would talk.” She glanced up for a moment, seeming to study his pose, another book lifted and her eyes scanned it. “So I’ve noticed that the Diamond Dogs here seem to walk straight, unlike those near the Ponyville Wastes. Is there a particular reason?”

Flory glanced down at the floor. It was true he knew, outside of Dogburn, most Diamond Dogs took to being hunched creatures, who, rather walk straight on their back legs and keep their paws clean, crawled on all fours in the dirt. “Their dams never taught them right.” He answered.

“You all behave like humans.” She murmured, changing texts again. This time it was the old book.

Flory started slightly, “Really? And how would yo-“

“Met one. Once.” She answered before he could finish.

“Really?” Flory stared at her oddly, “When they don’t exist?”

“They do. I guess. His name was Light. It was only for a few minutes though. He came into my shop to see if I had any polish for a sword then made his way out. Told me that he was on a charge to see all of Equestria. I didn’t have time to ask him any questions.” She sighed. “His hands were interesting.”

“Hands?” Flory asked, ‘The masters had hands’.

“That’s what he called them. They were kind of like your paws but very different. He could do a lot with them. It only took a moment to see.”

“I know what hands are.”

Mabu paused, glancing at him. “Really?”

“The Masters fed and taught us with them. Their hands and minds were their greatest tools.” He smirked, he had hooked her attention. She seemed about to ask something then looked back at the books.

The pair went back to silence. Only the sound of flipping pages breaking the dim silence. Flory pulled a book out of the shelf and flipped through it, claws softly tracing the outlines of the pictures, tracing the outlines of the mysterious runes that made words. Only Spot and a select few others knew the governor couldn’t read. Pictures and diagrams yes, but all else was lost to him.

“That’s all there is.” She muttered alongside a soft, final thump of a book on wood. Stretching slightly, she hopped off the table.

“You’re finished?” Flory glanced at the table; she had amassed a surprisingly large pile of books there. She had apparently read them all.

“Yeah.” She adjusted her saddlebags and made for the door. “Thank your librarians for me.”

He walked alongside her, “So did you find what you were looking for?” He saw Vich, seemingly relieved flee into the back room, an odd sound issued from the doorway. ‘He must have found the books.’

“It was a start.”

It had to be midday, all of Dogburns’ lanterns were lit.

“So. Governor. I must thank you for your hospitality. I will be taking my leave now.” She said simply, heading in the direction of the main gates.

“Whoa there.” Flory replied concerned. “You need a guard to take you to the surface. It’s our way.”
The filly paused, “…? I came down here on my own fine.”

“Really…” He frowned, he would be having a strict word with the Knights. The upside guards were supposed to escort everyone. “Well, my apologies. But you will have a guard lead you to the surface, there are many tunnels and it is easy to get lost. I will accompany you as well.”

“Very well.”

And he had expected her to put up a fight.

Chapter 6 The guards walked to either side of the pair, a formation of six, one a Knight and the rest grunts. It was dim in the tunnels, and there was a slight, unplaceable odor. One of the guards held a torch.

“We are nearly half way now.” The Knight spoke, eyes drifting around under his helmet.

Flory had explained to Mabu early in that there was an abundance of monster nests- as she had already guessed. So anyone who was to descend to Dogburn needed a guard. Surprisingly, though the Dogs hated the monsters, they also admitted it was a bit of a double edged sword. They were less likely to get invaded due to the danger of it.

They said the exit tunnel was usually safe.

“So. I am interested in possibly setting up trade here.” The pony avoided a sharp rock on the ground.

“Not such a bad idea. But that is a distance to travel.”

“It’s not too bad.” She shrugged, “Just a bit of a walk.”

“…You walked here…”

“By myself. And what do you expect. Not really any trains here.”

“You have…Wings.”

She neglected to respond.

Chapter 8 -11

Chapter 8

The Governor of Dogburn. Flory.

At his whim, a small army of heavily armed and armored doges could descend upon a town and raze it to the ground.
And now the same governor was a servant to a minute purple pony. and there was nothing he could do about it.
Who knew the items she had were so damned expensive. Who carries that amount of valuables in bags anyways?

He paced around his room, the little pony was due back today to claim him in service. It injured his pride to no end. But, he’d go through with it nonetheless. It meant his people wouldn’t suffer financially.

The town clock chimed.

The Governor glanced at the window, finally halting. Pulling his eyes away, he strode to a chest in the corner, bending on one knee and throwing the latches open. His eyes rolled over a number of items. The first he withdrew was an iron breastplate. Armor he hadn’t worn since they first started working on the city. It still shined from the last time he had maintained it, but dents and chips scarred the surface, dating back to monster attacks before the fortifications had been stable. He hadn't been Governor back then. Just a Dog like any other, working to make a better life for themselves. Flory pulled the simple piece on. He tightened the straps and winced. Governor life had been good it seemed.

He bent forwards again and pulled out his old mining bag, checking over the many pockets and provisions for tools. The canteen was still in working order, and the fabric was as sturdy as ever. It still had the smell of the mines. How many times had he or his comrades fared days away from camp just fine because of these bags and the supplies they held? He gathered the rest of the chests’ contents and packed them away.

Flory stood, looping his arms through the straps. The click of the door was final.

The armory and foundry were at the center of town, rather large buildings positioned next to each other that radiated enough heat to keep homes warm on the coldest nights for a distance away. Dogs moved from one to the other constantly.

Inside the armory dogs toiled endlessly against the heat. Ears and short-trimmed fur covered. Arms and armor to protect their kin came to form under their skilled paws.

Flory passed through the open doorway and within a minute the deafening clamor came to a startled halt, the workers stiffened to attention.

"Governor." The head of the watch approached Flory, pulling off his earmuffs and saluting, his eyes passing over the armor and bag curiously. "How can I assist you?"

"I need a wrist sword. Standard issue. And the accompanying maintenance kit, thanks." Flory's statement was polite, and almost a question.

"Yes Governor." The armorer nodded then walked to the back of the armory, perusing the racks lined up across the floor. He returned with an oval shaped metal object with a curious mechanism on it, leather straps dangling off the sides. He handed the contraption over.

The Governor looked over the invention fondly. The standard Diamond Dog design wrist sword. it was the invention of a Dog who was tired of having to fumble around to draw a sword, and even carry the thing, while working. Being caught unarmed had been a plight of many of the other Dogs as well who had toiled clearing out the caverns that would house their homes. So the ingenious Dog came up with the idea to have a contraption that would be worn on the wrist, but could house a sturdy blade. Since then, Dogs had been able to work and protect themselves with minimum disruption.

He strapped the wrist sword to his forearm deftly. The weight felt odd after so long. For a test he slid his free thumb under a nook under the inside edge. With a hiss of steel, the levers and gears on the top slid back and the oval opened, a thick blade about a foot and a half shooting out. He grasped the handle that swung free of the blade. and slowly moved the blade around, feeling the weight and handling of the weapon. The armorer returned with a maintenance kit which the Governor accepted with a nod of thanks. As he left the clamor slowly trickled back, he heard a shout and the full force returned.

‘My master’, it had finally sank in fully to him. He was now a servant. He had to answer to every beck and call of a tiny pony. And a damn pup at that. He had to take the hit for the sake of his people. They couldn’t just tell the little pony to begone and ignore the debt. That was dishonorable and the way of the savage Dogs. And what more. it was minimal he knew. Especially considering the saved lives.

He eyed the walls of the main surface tunnel as he made his way topside, it had taken some time to repair the structural damage caused by the cave-in. As he walked Spot hurried to his side, followed by the thundering form of Rover.

“Governor, you don’t have to do this. It will dent our treasury, but this is an absolute indignity.”

Flory kept his eyes straight, “I leave Dogburn in your paws Spot.”

“The thought of you serving that little pup sickens me, my Lord. ” Rover rumbled from behind.

“It’s only for a short time,” He responded as much to himself as to them. "Besides, if she takes me around Equestria I can see what is going on there. Maybe even find something we can use to better our people, who knows. None of us have ever been there."

"True, The majority of Equestria is across the ocean," Spot mused, "I didn't think of that, sort of a recon mission maybe?"

“Yes” Flory continued “I want Celestia to stop looking down on Diamond Dogs which in turn gives us a bad reputation with the ponies. We can change that if she’ll bother to even care.”

The trio stepped into the light, squinting to even see. A few guards patrolled the surface making sure monsters didn't make their way down to the city. After the earlier attack, efforts to secure the tunnels were redoubled.

To all three's surprise, Mabu was already there. She eyed each of the Dogs in turn.

It had been two months, but the foal didn't seem much different, perhaps only that her mane and tail were slightly longer. It amused Flory slightly to see her eyes hover on the Knight for a moment, corners narrowing slightly.

Flory turned and looked at the pair, "Well this looks like this is it. Spot, I trust you to take care of things for me."

"Yes Governor," Spot nodded, "Everything should be okay."

"Leave the defense to me my Lord!" Rover brought his forearm over his chest, "I'll ensure that our people come to no harm."

Flory glanced between the two and smiled, he had good people, "Excellent, well with this I lea-"

The Governor was cut short by sudden galloping of hooves coming from the tunnel. Those gathered turned to see an armored Pegasus galloping towards them. Flory winced, knowing just who it was.

‘Sketchy.’ Sketchy was part of the pack. About as much of a Pony as he was.

She had been adopted as a tiny pup, when Dogburn workers were sifting through the wreckage of an outlying pony settlement that had been razed to the ground by their more savage kin. Shoved in a cabinet that had fallen under debris, she had been the only survivor. That had been almost a decade ago.

Mabu gazed at the flustered Pegasus, taking in the white fur and a light green mane. she had to be about the same age as Mabu was herself, maybe a year or two older at the most. Her feathers were in disarray, badly groomed. And her limbs were thick under her barding, more muscled than most of the Pegasi she knew in Ponyville. The filly trotted over to the Governor with a concerned look on her face.

"I return from a long range patrol of our territory looking for Savage incursions and I find our Lord missing when I try to deliver my report. Then, not only is he not available, I hear he is now working for a Pegasus from Equestria?" She stared at him, hooves pressed into the dirt, then swiftly turned, trotting towards Mabu, "This little Pony? She is not one of the pack! Since when does she have the right to have command over our Lord? This is beyond my comprehension. I'm sure something was organized, or something happened, but, " She turned her head back at Flory, "I really dislike being left out of the loop." She turned back towards the smaller pony, "Especially for something this important.”

Sketchy circled around Mabu, eyeing her like an eagle would a mouse. "Mabu watched her unaffectedly, merely arching an eyebrow. She was about to make a smart remark but-

"Sketchy, there was a loss of expensive items belonging to the pony." Both of the Pegasi looked over, Rover had moved towards Sketchy, His voice was about the same as ever, but, there seemed to be a softness around his eyes, perhaps in the way they didn't wrinkle like they did when he looked at Mabu. ...Could he...be gentle towards the odd Pegasus? She had hardly thought it was possible out of the pompous Dog. And to a Pony no-less. How amusing.

Sketchy turned away from the giant with swishing tail and mane, catching Mabu in the eyes, not flinching like she noticed most people did when they first stared into them. "Well why the Lord Governor, pup? Why not me or any of us? Why must you humiliate him in such a manner as this? A Dog of his status a servant to a little pony like you? It disgusts me, take my service! I insist! I will not let this stand!" Sketchy Thumped the ground aggressively as she spoke, but the only return was a look as apathetic as ever.

It seemed Rover was about to speak, but the Governor cut in, intervening before a fight could break out. "Sketchy, she requested that I server her. I have decided that I would do something for my people instead of sitting in the safety of my mansion. The death of our comrades affects me greatly, I want to do something to give back to the community."

She opened her mouth, but was interrupted in her own turn, "Our Lord has made his decision, we will manage. That is enough Sketchy."

"But Uncle!" Sketchy protested, startling Mabu greatly. That brute of a Dog was an uncle... To...

There was probably a story there, but it wasn't her business.

"Sketchy-Dee." Was all he replied, the filly instantly quited, looking disgruntled to no end.

Mabu turned to the surrounding Dogs, "Well,seeing as all this confusion has been settled, I accept this Dog into my service, we'll be on our way." It was all she could do to not smirk with a bit of smug pride as she trotted away at a leisurely pace, leading Flory off with her.

She could have sworn she heard Sketchy growling like a Dog. She must have been raised by them.

"So where to first?" Flory finally asked when the settlement was fading from view, "Canterlot? Cloudsdale? Maybe even across the ocean to Manehatten?"

The pony chuckled lightly, "Oh, we're not going to Equestria."

Flory's face crinkled,"We're not going to Equestria?"

"Not at all."

Chapter 9

The fire crackled merrily, dancing like a figure wielding a well practiced sword, edges glowing against the black.

Flory stared through the flames, absent-mindedly flipping the bacon in his pan.This was the last he'd have for a long time he guessed. Mabu was sprawled on the grass on the other side of the fire, glancing through myriad maps with a bored expression. The pup wore expressions unbefitting her age, he thought, but held his tongue.

He glanced at the stars above him, unadjusted to the sight. Countless lights in the sky. It was a bit unnerving. A spring breeze sent the flames into a rage, throwing sparks of light up to match them.

It had been a long tedious day.

The pair had walked mostly in silence.He had tried to stir up conversation a few times, but the words had quickly died off. It seemed the pup preferred to think to herself than chat.

His back was sore.

The Dog stood, stretching and walking off a distance with nothing more than a glance from the foal. He observed his surroundings, chewing on a strip thoughtfully.

The land Dogburn was in was comprised of large, shrubby, rolling hills spreading in every direction. They were on top of a rather large one and it seemed as if one could stare into the distance forever. Right before the world was swallowed by the night, he could see the edge of the sea.

Flory reached into the pocket of his leggings, pulling out a folded sheet of paper. He stared at the square for a moment, running his thumb over the weird smooth surface that covered the paper, it was completely clear, and something his people could not make. He unfolded the map, running a finger over the markings. Spot had given it to him when they were barely more than pups.His finger landed on the spot she had shown him that Dogburn was at.

How far could he be now?

His city, Dogburn was a child to him. If asked, he never knew how else to explain it. Sure it was just a cave and some tunnels to some. But all the work of the Dogs, all the work of his friends and citizens, no, his family, it had turned it into something beautiful. It had turned lonely stone into something warm and living. He’d never leave his home.

He’d do whatever it took to protect it.

"What's that?"

Flory turned, below him, the pup looked up quizzically. He frowned and looked back to the distance. "A map."

"Oh." He heard the sound of steps, glancing back he saw her heading back to the fire.
He stared at the horizon, map loose in his paws.

"Can I see?"

The sound startled him. She was back. He held back a chuckle, ‘child’.

"Very well." He answered then frowned, realizing the pup only came up to about his knees. With a small sigh he headed back towards the fire.

"Oh." Her eyes passed over the page as Flory sat. "All the lines."

"Yeah. Dogburn’s about here." He said pointing to the spot and the illegible Ancient.

"Istanbul..."

Chapter 10

Flory pressed a paw to his eyes, grunting and trying to rub the sleep away. It seemed that morning was clawing its way into the sky. Waking was slow in coming though.

‘Not much meat left’ The Dog thought, sitting up and wondering where they were headed, it made enough sense to think distant lands could have different ways of eating meat. That troubled him. Nether, the wild pigs in the area were a far cry from the pink little things to be found in Pony settlements.

The thought of pigs was enough to bring thoughts of childhood and coming to age to his mind. He pondered them while stirring the fire back to life, while gathering his sleeping roll, while packing his backpack.

And still the pup slept on. ‘She must have fallen asleep right before I woke’ He thought. The Pony had taken the second shift in watching for monsters in the night. He padded over to where she was rolled up loosely in a blanket, grass in her mane. A small smile lit his face, it looked so serene. “Wakey, wakey little one.” He chuckled, prodding her prone form.

A small groan emitted from the little pony. Flory kneeled down and lightly shook the little Pegasus. The small return sound was almost a growl, the pups’ eyes cracked open.

“What?” She spat venomously. It really only amused Flory as he rose back to his paws.

“Time to wake up and enjoy a new day Mabu.” He replied matter-of-fact. “You wouldn’t want
to miss such a fine sunrise would you?”

The Pegasus groaned and rose slowly.

. . .

“So where are we going first mistress?” Flory’s voice was almost mocking.

The Pegasus paused in her eating, but kept her eyes on their surroundings, the pair was walking again. She had decided to eat on the road.

“Well, the dock’s this way right?” The pup asked, utterly confusing him. After a few silent seconds she reiterated, “I was talking to one of your guards, he told me that your city has an outlying dock. In this direction.”

It finally dawned on the Dog what the heck she was talking about.

Dogburn had an outlying dock village. Spot oversaw most of the logistics with that so he hardly had anything to do with it.

“Yeah, it is.”

The Docks were located a day and a half walk from Dogburn. While it was true that it was out of the way, and a walk, it was also a tactical advantage. Since the docks were far, they could not be used to attack Dogburn with.

A caravan came from the docks every week with fish and trade.

“You! Lower that Gently! Gently! Eh, Move that crate over there!”
The docks were as loud and boisterous as ever, it seemed that they were preparing a caravan at the moment. A shaggy brown Dog with a workman's apron was ordering the workers about and yelling at them to move faster

For the life of him, Flory just couldn’t remember the Dog’s name, but he looked…. Familiar. But seeing that this Dog seemed to be to be the Dock master he had little choice. “Oi!”

“Who in the blazes needs me now?! If it’s about that fish go talk to—Oh. Gov’nor?” The barking Dog turned, pausing mid-yell. “What’re ya doin’ here?” There was a long scar over his right eye, and while he was acting gruff, his eyes were kind.

‘R…r….What the hell is it?’

“We need a boat to Ferrentona. And your nations are trading partners. Do you know when the next one is leaving?” The pup was as blunt as ever, Flory had to stop a wince.
The Dock master glanced at Flory curiously for a moment and then back to the Pony, “Nice to meet you…?”

“Mabu.”

“Ah my name’s Replekia; I’m the boss ‘round here.” He said then turned around and barked an order at a Dog who had stopped to stare. “Well,” he said turning back to Flory, “Ya need a boat eh Gov’nor? Onna trip?”

“Something like that.”

“Well you’re lucky as the Nether, tomorrow’s caravan day. That timing was quite a trick. The Zebras are prepping their ship to launch off tomorrow, they tend to stay a day or two, it’s a week and a half trip- still better than a months’ walk.” He chuckled.

Mabu glanced between the two Dogs as they talked, it always got tedious. With little fail, she seemed to be disregarded as a child if there was someone with more years nearby. Pain in the flank. The two chattered on annoyingly. Finally she found herself following behind the Governor; Replekia had pointed them in the direction of the inn, saying that he’d go talk to the Ferrentonans himself.

“You seem to be a rather quiet Pony.”

The voice distracted Mabu from her glass of cider; she had been aimlessly staring at the bubbles as they rose to the top.

“What of it Governor?”

It was the chuckle that made her look up, “I’m not the Gov’nor lass.” And so it wasn’t, Replika was in front of her, paws on the table.

“You need something?” The foal rose, and the mug with her, to a rather well hidden look of surprise on the Dog’s part, “It’s getting late.”

“Well I was telling the Gov’nor that the ships’ all set up, but I figured I’d stop by and say hi to you, not every day we get a Pony ‘round these parts.”

“I’m sure you’re not wrong.” She moved past him heading towards the stairs.

“Tell me little Pony, for such a young one, you’ve quite an eye for business.”

She froze, “Hmm?”

“An experienced businessman knows a trader when he sees one.”

“I’ve heard that.”

“You can call me Flory by the way, there’s really no use in calling me Governor all the time, and I’m not much of one at the moment.” The Dog was watching the waves bouncing off the side of the ship as it cut through the water.

“Flory is your last name?” Mabu was sitting facing away from the waves, complexion a bit off, and they had only been at sea for a few hours. The pup had been chatting about her mercantilism the night before. Flory had walked down the stairs at dawn to find the pair chatting. He had a feeling they hadn’t slept. He almost shuddered at the thought of economists.

“Nah, my first name. Don’t really use my last.” He shrugged.

“But you really should have more of your guard around the port, bad business sense. All of your exports and imports go through there. It’s funny, in a weird way it’s like Replekia runs the economy.”

“Don’t get carried away now,” The dog began to say in amusement, but his tone quickly changed, “Hey are you all right-“

The pup was leaning over the railing; Flory looked away, stomach twisting. It’d be a long week.

And it was.

“Our water is running low.” Mabu worried aloud, hooves burning against the sand.

“Don’t fret so much. I’ve walked this road before, we’ll be there soon.” Something deep in the Governor’s stomach twisted. He felt sickened, asking the Zebras for help. Dogburn owed them so much. Ferrentona had helped the young nation get its paws on the ground when it was most needed, and the debt had not been paid yet.

“Are you sure?” She nickered uncomfortably, but Flory just shrugged.

“Worse comes to worse we die.” …”No need for that look, it was a joke.”

The pup looked as if she were about to die, but Flory just seemed uncomfortable, his armor was in his bag, it was to warm to wear the metal and not singe fur.

‘At least she can keep a meal now.’ He thought to himself, trudging through the beating sun, after being stuck with her for a week, abet most of that having her away at the side of the ship, at least he could say she wasn’t so bad. If only she would talk. He still couldn’t get an easy conversation out of her. Really he had a list of things that worked in his head: 1) selling and buying stuff –eh nope, 2)try and figure out her plans –so far not much success, and 3) tick her off – at least that had possibilities.

If the guards in the port town had only had warning- the pair wouldn’t be walking to the capital alone. At least the road ran parallel with the Nile, else it would be hotter. But Zebrica was still a bit of a walk, or rather, there was a bit of a walk to the outpost.

It seemed ages to the filly, just sand, more sand, and more sand. She wondered how many cubic tonnes of sand she could have possibly traveled over… and then she thought about food… and then the radio…and then radios filled with sand… and then that building right over there that’s made of sand…

Her eyes pulled up, a building loomed out of the distance, separating itself somehow out of the sand around it, even though it was sand bricks itself. It was with nothing but relief that she saw the guards when they finally reached it half an hour later.

The forms of the Zebras could have easily been mistaken for ponies from a distance, but once within sight, anyone with decent knowledge would know the difference. Ponies didn’t have stripes like that, white, black, or any other hue. There were multiple guards standing at the outpost, and as the pair began climbing the last dune, one cantered down towards them. She was wearing armor, though it appeared more traditional over practical, adorned with bits of shell and feathers, braided leather folded over itself in a pretty way. A helm covered her ears but had a slit down the center which let her mane stick out wildly like a bird’s crest. Yet- the goggles she wore were clearly functional enough. Mabu envied them, and made a mental note to carry a pair around with her. Sand in her eyes- no end to it.

She stared at them quizzically for a moment, then gave a start at the Dog. “Governor, it has been a while friend. Are you perhaps coming to visit our fair Empress and the good chairman?”

“Not quite but it would be helpful.” He answered before the pup could, amused by her annoyed tail thrashing.

“Then we will prepare a boat for you to take the Nile, would you care to stay the night or a while?”

Flory glanced at the pony, “Yes, I would be most grateful for that. Thank you m’lady.”

“We welcome you always in our lands, Governor and Dogs you are our friends.”

“What do you mean you knew there was an outpost here? You couldn’t tell me sooner?” The pony whined as soon as they walked into the building. He flipped around and paced towards Flory, hooves clacking off the sandstone bricks the circular structure was made out of. Her ears were flicking in annoyance. The dog stepped back, suppressing a chuckle and trying to look guilty.

“Pony of little size, there’s been a bit too much sun in your eyes.”

Mabu froze instantly; an awkward look on her face. Flory had to cover his own with a paw, unable to stop his shoulders from shaking. It was rather comical, watching her turn around.

A male zebra stood across the room leaning against a wall. He pointed his nose in the direction of a cup of water sitting on a table not far from him. “Angst from the sun is seen often here, drink up or you’ll be worse off my dear.”

Mabu eyed him; he wasn’t dressed like the other zebras. While a pair of goggles hung around his neck, he wore tight unadorned leathers, and his suit had a hood. His tail was braided and tied at the end, and his ears were pierced with studs. A folded red bandana ran over his forehead, and saddlebags hung clamped to his sides snugly by a pair of crossed belts. “Who are you?”

“My name is Braffles,” He responded with a smirk. “I’m a courier you see, information’s my hobby.”

“Oh really now?”

“I work for Her Highness, among her couriers I’m the best.”

‘Courier my tail,’ Flory thought to himself, the only info he carried was what he collected.

“So what are you and the Governor doing in this place? He has a city to watch over, to care for with grace.”

“That’s my concern.” The filly nearly growled, snatching the cup up and marching past the Zebra and into the next room.

Braffles leaned his head against the wall and fell into a fit of giggles. “That’s some Pony you have there. Then again, she might be nicer when she wakes up.”

Flory leaned back against the wall and stared at the doorway, arms crossed, “Maybe, you on another one of your trips?”

“Yeah, off to see my Master. She lives in Equestria.”

“Really now?”

“Yep, but I’m off. Good luck Governor.” He grinned walking across the room.

“Braffles?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do Zebras rhyme to some and not others?”

The Zebra stopped in the doorway, staring out at the sand, “It’s a sign of trust. Rhyming makes us seem mysterious to outsiders and those we do not let become close. It also reminds us to keep on our hooves.”

“Why on Earth would you trust me?”

“Because, Flory duLill, you owe our nation far too much. And we could end you in an instant.”
Then the door clicked.

Chapter 11

The trees were different here. In her travels, Mabu had seen palms, but never this many. They lined the sides of the river, obviously planted, shedding shade on those in the boat.

She pulled her eyes down towards the others, watching from her seat in the back of the boat. Flory was laughing and joking with the Zebras, it seemed that Dogburn and Ferrentona were close allies, on friendly terms. For once though, she wasn’t really listening, she was concentrating on not losing her breakfast.

…

“Mabu?”

Something was, annoying.

“Mabu wake up, get off the boat.”

She really hated annoying things.

“You sure we should do that?”
….
“Go ahead I guess.”
….
…
….”HOLY CRUD!” Mabu shouted, pulling her head off the wood board it had just impacted.
She looked around, one of the guards was chuckling good-naturedly, a hoof on the side of the boat, she was the only one actually in it. The filly sighed, her head not quite… happy.

The city was huge. Larger than any she had seen, even Manehattan, which tried to touch the sky. They must have been going down the river and through the city for ages, it stretched out in either direction endlessly.

She got out numbly, feeling more dwarfed than usual.

“Welcome to the city of Zairo.” One of the guards muttered, then nodding to the other, hopped into the boat.

“Shall we go to the palace? It is the city’s chalice. Though the empress would have had no prior word of you, she’d be happy to make time, I’m sure it is true.” It seemed that somehow the Zebra was bragging. But not in a bad way. “This way if you do not mind, it is easy to lose your way you will find.”

“Are you sure this will get us closer? Why not just go to their libraries?” Mabu spoke, slightly hushed to the Dog, as they followed a smidge behind the guard.

“You said you’re after information on Masters still right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well think about it, the best way to get information is to go to the top straight off the bat. I have those connections.”

“…”

“It’s fine. You’re a pup. Wouldn’t expect you to think that way.”

“…Flory….”

The Dog chuckled.

Zebras walked everywhere around them, a blinding crowd of stripes and cloaks.

…

“I’ll need to take your staff and bags please, so as to put concerns of safety at ease.”

To Flory’s surprise, the pup neither complained or denied their request. To his shock, it was her mouth that she used to pull off the bags and sheath, oddly clumsy motions at best. He had never seen her do anything by paw….err mouth. Perhaps this was why?

“Thank you miss, in safety we will hold this.”

The pup dodged his confused eyes.

…

“The Empress will see you.” A new male guard spoke, opening the vast doors to the throne room. The Zebra Empress reclined on a couch placed on a pedestal at the far side of the chamber. It was a well shaded hallway, but two rows of symmetrical arched windows looked out onto the city far below them. Mabu’s eyes were caught by the endless span of sandstone roofs that stretched out into ever direction of the desert. She couldn’t help it.

Flory walked ahead unbowed, as if meeting an equal, she bit back the discomfort of lacking her stave and the sight of the of the evenly spaced guards along the wall. She caught up to the Governor and walked even to him, he was her servant after all, so his status was hers … right?

“Empress,” Flory bowed slightly at the waist, head straight up and facing hers, a sign of respect but not one of demotion. Mabu curtsied at his side, eyes up as well, though nervously. She saw the Empress glance at her for a moment, expression unreadable.

“Governor.” She tilted her head slightly in response. “And-?”

“Mabu Fenna.” Why is talking hard?

“Welcome to Our country. There are many things to see here and Our resources are vast, tell me Us Governor, with what is your task?”

To Mabu’s relief, Flory answered, “We are searching for remains of Masters.”

The Empress looked on with the same level gaze, “Masters? It is Humans you seek? Through almost all Our tomes you may take a peek, and If your wish is there, to Our ruins and pyramids
We will lead you, to see if your luck may fare.”

Flory glanced at Mabu who nodded slightly, “That would be a welcome gesture.” He dipped his own head again.

“Tell us, Governor. Is this charge the younglings’?”

“Yes.”

“Very well.” She turned to look down at Mabu, “If you would wish, to Our guard will escort you to the library. There with hope you with find information merry. Tomorrow at dusk, after a good rest and with cooling sands, Our guard will lead you to the treasures of our lands. May your day be cool.” She nodded to a guard who stepped off the wall, “Governor, if you will stay. To make words with you We pray.”

“Aye Your Majesty.”

The filly numbly followed behind the guard, barely hearing the click of the wood door behind her. She couldn’t remember her heart so loud in her ears other than a fight. …Well. There was the once. She closed her eyes for a moment and followed.

…

“Leave the room. We command it.” The Empress spoke sternly, a guard behind her right shoulder bent softly murmured something into her ear. “We said evacuate the room. We have private affairs to attend to. The Governor is trusted by Us.” Her voice froze the desert air. The guards filtered out.

The Empress stood, “This way please.” Her voice was softer as she led the way into a small alcove behind the couch, she nudged a brick and the wall slid away, revealing a spiraling flight of stairs.

“Governor, why don’t you tell me the story of this?” She sighed and began the climb up.

…

“And that’s how it happened.” Flory rubbed the back of his neck as the Empress shooed the guards in front of her door away to patrol the ends of the corridor. She beckoned him into her chambers, and walked through a darkened room covered in dark silks and into the doorway of a balcony that took up the entire wall of the room.

The door clicked under his paws, he moved to stand in the shadow next to her.

“Are you sure of what you are getting into? All journeys come with peril.”

“I’ve not much of a choice do I?”

“You always have a choice in every action you take.” She muttered, looking up at him longways, her gaze as piercing as ever. “Governor, If you will,” The Empress walked out onto her balcony, surveying Zairo beneath her.

“Yes?” The movement from the shadow was harsh. The midday sun nearly blinding him.

“That foals’ name was Mabu you said?”

“Aye?”

The empress let out a single dark chuckle, turning her head just enough that a single eye gazed at him past her braided mane. “Let me tell you a tale.”

“Yes?” Flory crossed his arms, standing stiffly but looking away.

“Long do traditions hold, whether new or whether old.
In pony lands, across the sea. A tradition they have held for eternity.
Not all practice, yet do most. For the house of their society, this is a post.
When a babe is born under moon or sun, the honor of naming belongs to one.
In each town resides a sage, a unicorn of wisdom and age.
They bestow a name upon the child, a power which is strange and wild.
For you see, into time they have peered, the truth of those named is seared, what is named will always be.
Into the soul they see. What they name corresponds to what they will be.”

“What are you saying Hezaru?” He couldn’t help but nearly bark.

She returned his outburst with a smirk. And turned to face him, the sun in perfect alignment with her back, she gleamed as bright as the gold she wore. “Pony names are nearly always prophetic. And that foal will be no good fortune to you.”

“I do not understand.”

“Then another tale for you.
Far across these desert sands and all across the Zebra lands,
Countless languages have been spoken here, to our own, some distant, some near.
But in many such languages, especially the old…
In the ancient languages of our foremares, fear is the emotion that one would hold...
Perhaps it is true of not all, but that name would prophesize fall.
Ashes and dust, fires and burn, destruction and death, that is what you will learn.
For these things are the meaning of that word. Do not say now that you haven’t heard.”

“So You’re saying that “Mabu” means ‘Destruction’?”

“Aye.”

**Please reread*** Chapter 12 Major Edit

Chapter 12

Destruction....Ashes...

The sound of bone meeting wood and cracking- splintering apart at the force.

Flory tore his eyes away from the ceiling.

The Dog was laying on a rather comfortable bed, arms crossed behind his head. He turned and stared at the wall, trying to ignore the thoughts racing through his head; trying to ignore the growing ache.

It was useless. He sat up minutes later, uselessly muttering, “Shut-up!” at himself. staring at the cup of his golden-tan paws, he raised one to rub across his forehead and ear but paused halfway through the motion- There was a light muttering sound. The Dog cocked his head, turning it. Aye, they were words, but of a strange language- or just through a couple of walls anyways. It was coming from the other side of the hall.

Mabu nearly jumped at the sound, she pulled her eyes off the text, dropping it onto the table hurriedly. "Come in." She replied, trying to sound absent and make it look like she hadn't been using telekinesis. Pages were really hard to turn with one's nose.

"Ma-aaaugh!"

She had probably failed at hiding her confusion- the Diamond Dog had a disgusted and shocked look on his face, she watched him pull a paw in front of his snout and cough.

"What's with you?"

"Sorry, it smells like dust and mildew and augh."

"That's generally what old books smell like?" She sniffed the tome in front of her, it wasn't that bad. "What's the big deal?"

"I have a stronger nose than you." He responded, wincing and pulling the paw away, a grimace etched in his face.

"Oh..." She looked away, "Uh, close the door." She heard a soft, annoyed sound and a click. ‘No time for small talk.’ She gestured wildly at the pile of books behind her, "Go pick up one of those and look through it for me."

He moved over to the other side of the room, muttering, "You could use manners you know?"

"I am."

The sound of quickly flipping pages.

She glanced at him annoyed for a second then went back to reading.

A thump.

'Ignore him...'

Flipping pages, another thump.

'The desert sands are made up of 3 percen- This is useless, next chapter.'

Flip-flip-flip

'Hydroglyceride? What's that?'

"These books have no pictures."

"No shi- Ya' think?" The Pony turned, glaring up at him. He shrugged. "Why not skim the pages? Can't you read?"

"Well you seem fine on your own." He dropped the ancient text on the floor and walked out the room, slamming the door shut as he left.

"Well that was childi-shit...." She groaned, looking at the words. The letters were in that other language. Of course he couldn't read it. "The Human language..." She turned a page sighing.

....

She had never seen a Griffon before, and it was probably the clattering sound of her coming to a quick halt that had caused the creature to look up from the large manuscript he was reading.

A red spark caught the foals eyes, dancing in the dim light. A flick of crimson -almost candle flame in shape was attached to a length of black fur, as her eyes traveled up it she saw the hind of an ebony lion. But that’s where it ended. Dark wings, birds’ wings, were pulled close to the creature’s sides, each feather gleaming in the light of a candle. The ebony feathers stopped just as suddenly as they had started, grey feathers picking up, it was a slightly mottled eagle’s face that turned to her, dark grey beak in contempt and red eyes flashing.

"You need to be silent in a library." he said simply, chagrined.

"I uh---"

"Child, what are you doing in an establishment like this anyways?" He stepped away from the manuscript. His front paws were missing. In their place, ragged fur, bird’s legs and claws, gleaming like metal in the fire light- the same deep crimson as the tail. And he stalking towards her, black claws surprisingly silent on the stone. As he rounded the table that had been between them, she saw something roughly painted on his flank. She couldn’t tell if it was a flying bird or a lamp. But he was too close for that to matter.

The foal stepped back, fear pressing her away, but pride pressed further. She dug her hooves in, only to remember she didn't have her stave. "Researching."

"Well, my little Pony. You won't have any luck here. All of these books are written in Common Zebrican and Global-Ancient,” His voice was softly threatening, though his eyes suddenly moved off her, wandering along the spines of the books, “though there are a few variant versions littered about."

She bit her cheek, watching him carefully, his eyes came back to rest on her, flicking over the circlet. "That's not a problem." She sounded braver than she felt.

It was a deep throated chuckle that responded to her. She had to shake her head to keep her mane from whipping her eyes as he lifted off, towards the top of the high wooden shelves. There were ladders everywhere for a reason.

He deftly picked out a tome with a claw, in just a few seconds the pads of his back paws met the floor. The creature deftly flipped through the pages, somehow not ripping them, and turned the book around, smirking, "Start reading."

There was a sketched picture that looked mostly like him.

"As Wikipedia, the World Encyclopedia states, 'The Griffon ... is a legendary creature with the body of a lion and the head and wings of an eagle. As the lion was traditionally considered the king of the beasts and the eagle was the king of the birds, the griffon was-'"

"Stop."

She pulled her eyes up.

"So you can read Ancient. Very well then. continue on." Just as quick as he had turned on her, he was carefully returning the book to its home and walking back to the large paper he had been reading.

‘huh?!’

"What was that about?!"

He turned, eyeing her quizzically, "What do you want?"

The foal stared back awkwardly. "Was that necessary?" ‘I really have to stop thinking aloud....’

"Oh course. I hate interruptions... If you just tell me what you're looking for I'll point you into the right direction."

"Humans."

The creature... Griffon... raised his head, some of the feathers lifting off his head, "Humans?!"

"...Yeah?" ‘Why does everyone do that?’

"Why would a Pony be interested in Humans?"

"Pet project...."

He sighed, "Come over here, this section is most useful. … I won't bite you. You're interesting enough."

'Was that a joke?' She walked closer.

"Well introductions, introductions, my name is Selkihm, though most call me Selk- Now before I can help you why don't you tell me what you know and how you know it."

"He's Guest of Her Majesty the Empress, his intelligence is of renown and of world interest. He is a genius you see, in and out of the courts of kings and queens."

That's what the guard said as he helped her carry the pile of books that surrounded her now.

Mabu looked up at the ceiling.