Login

Harmony Defended

by Starscribe

Chapter 7: Chapter 6: Warfare

Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Not many ponies in Equestria had the opportunity to ask for personal help from one of its monarchs. Anypony could submit a petition to the Solar or Lunar Court, but such petitions were much more likely to be answered by any of the countless lesser nobles that orbited around the ruling monarchs the way planets in other star systems orbited their stars. Only those issues that were politically significant or complicated in some way actually made it to the rulers.

Unless you happened to know them somehow. Amber Sands hadn't ever made use of her relationship with Celestia for anything other than survival, and this was no exception. It might have been impossible to arrange even a few moments with her, were she not currently assigned as one of Celestia's personal guards. All it would take was a few moments to explain how she had been feeling, and everything should be okay. At least, she hoped so. There was no telling how Celestia would react, considering how much stress she was already under.

As it turned out, her only opportunity happened to be while she was standing just inside Celestia's private quarters, pretending to be alert and disinterested at the same time. All the guards looked that way, and even if Celestia knew the real reason Amber had this job, she had become so firmly entrenched in the habit that she knew no other way to act when on duty. Celestia was in the royal bathroom, going through the intricate procedure she always went through before making a public apperance. Amber had never actually watched, but she had stood outside for upwards of three hours or more while Celestia did whatever it was she did to make herself up for these appearances.

Of course she wasn't supposed to be talking to the princess unless she was addressed first, but she doubted very much Celestia would report her. Now that she was no longer a captured spy, they rarely had any other opportunities to talk. "Excuse me, Princess." Even after all these years, it was hard not to feel timid. Talking to the pony whose power raised the sun was a pretty big deal.

"Come in, Amber," Celestia called from inside the spacious royal bathroom, her voice echoing a little on marble floors. Amber flicked the door open with a little burst of telekinesis and walked inside. It was easily as large as many of the castle bedrooms, with massive picture windows at odd locations that would allow a view of the sun at almost any time of day from most of the room. A representation of Celestia's cutie mark was worked into the floor in pure gold, and it glittered in the light of morning.

Celestia wasn't using any of the countless oils and perfumes. She wasn't curling her "mane", which Amber had to admit she would've been interested to see. No, the monarch was sitting rather calmly on a cushion as though she had been ready for hours. Instead of primping in any of the many ways Amber expected, Celestia was reading a book, a new-looking one that wasn't written in Equestrian. Few ponies indeed would've recognized the strange characters on the book's cover for English letters. Of course, how the monarch chose to prepare for her speeches was none of Amber's business.

"I... just wanted to tell you something," she said, feeling useless and not able to meet celestia's eyes. She had been rehearsing this for over an hour in her head, why had she suddenly forgotten what she had planned to say? "About what's been going on. I think it might be important." She looked up, forcing herself to look into Celestia's face. Every time, she expected that maybe this time the monarch would have finally lost patience with her and decide that she was best off back in the dungeons. She never saw anything but love.

At the moment it was somewhat tempered with tiredness, but not enough that Amber didn't feel an immediate rush of warmth in her chest, sating whatever minor hunger she had begun to feel as her duty shift wore on. Even the smallest fraction of love from such a powerful being could keep her going for weeks. "Yes? What did you want to tell me?"

"It's about the war," she began, then before she could rationalize her way out of explaining she went on. “For the last two days, I've had this weird feeling. I... haven't felt anything like it in a long time. I wouldn't have mentioned it, except the more time goes by the more I think it might be important." She expected Celestia to say something, ask for clarification, anything. Instead, she just waited patiently for Amber to elaborate. "Like something is calling me west, towards Los Pegasus. It's this feeling that something important is going on. Like I need to be there. I think..." And this was the hardest part to admit. "I think my mother might be calling me."

There were no words of anger or suspicion, only a slight nod. "I can see why she might. With all you know about Equestrian defenses, you would be extremely valuable to them." She casually closed her book, setting it down on the nearby counter. "It's possible this was her plan all along, trusting your life to our mercy and counting on the fact you would have learned something valuable during the last decade. If she knew you were one of my personal guard, she probably would have tried to recover the information you have long before now."

Amber's jaw dropped, and she was unable to reply for several long seconds. "You're not angry? You're not going to call the guards, or turn me to stone? Even though you know how bad it would be if I went over?" Amber felt something burning in her chest, something no proper changeling ever ought to feel. Was it guilt? Loyalty? Or perhaps, love.

"No." Celestia rose, closing the distance with her elegant, graceful steps. "You can't control what others do or might do, Amber. I'm more interested to learn what you intend to do. I won't stop you from flying right out the balcony if you want to get going immediately. But if you betray Equestria, you will never be welcome here again."

"If you do not answer the summons, you will be known as a traitor among your own kind. Even those hives not involved will learn of your treason eventually. Whatever chance you ever had of rejoining your fellow changelings will probably be lost. No matter what you choose, one family will be lost. Which one will you give up?"

Some of what Celestia said she already knew, and other parts she had only suspected. The pull had been strong, and it was getting stronger. Chrysalis was definitely alive, and pulling her as strongly as she could. The promise of belonging, of being welcomed back into the swarm after a lifetime of being an outsider was a tempting one indeed.

But probably not as tempting as Chrysalis wanted it to be. Instead of hesitate or debate with herself, Amber leaned forward and touched her head lightly on Celestia. It was a young, childish gesture. But however mature she might look, Amber wasn't much older than a decade herself. She had only days of memory in the Hive, and ten years with Celestia and the other ponies in her life.

Whatever pull her mother may've expected instinct to hold over her, it could not compete with the true love she felt, love felt and returned by those who cared for her in Equestria. "I don't want to go!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face. "The pull is so strong, but I don't want to go! I want to stay here, with the other guards! I want to protect Equestria! Stop them from taking anymore cities..."

She felt feathery wings embracing her. "I know," came the voice. "Now you know why I won't call the Guard, and I won't turn you to stone." She held her tight, the way no changeling mother ever could with those thin insect wings. "I won't leave you to fight off the instinct on your own, either." She released her suddenly. "You need a distraction, something to help you focus on another part of yourself until she gives up on you."

"How would you like a transfer to Normandy?"

This was a strange question to Amber, since her work with the Guard meant she knew each and every city where the Solar Guard had even small postings. She knew every fort and every bunker, even if she had only worked in a small number of those that actually existed. It was a strange question to her because she had never before heard of anywhere with such a strange name. Yet there was something familiar about a name like that, too. Familiar in a way she couldn't completely describe. "I... I've never heard of Normandy, Princess."

"That's because it didn't exist until yesterday. It's what the humans are calling their new settlement. Clover wasn't wrong when she called them the builders, they're already hard at work."

It wasn't Amber's place to question. Really it wasn't even her place to ask, but she couldn't help herself. "You let them have part of Equestria?"

If Celestia was annoyed with the obvious breach, she did nothing to show it. "Most of it is actually the Everfree, but no. They can't have anything. It's a staging area for the war only. We'll negotiate about what happens to it once Equestria is safe again. I would like to have somepony I can trust as their coordinator, as well as somepony who knows more about their culture and behavior than the average pony. Their individual representatives might try to abuse or manipulate a lesser guardspony. I don't think you'll be an easy mark for them. Besides, such unusual surroundings should help you keep your mind clear. A different kind of emotional turmoil will do you good."

Who was she to argue? Besides, the thought of being near humans was secretly thrilling to her, even if she wouldn't have admitted as much to Celestia. When Amber had been created, her mother hadn't used her own memories to imprint on her in the normal Changeling fashion, but had instead used the foalnapped Second Chance. Instead of knowing how to run a hive, Amber had been born with painful memories of a planet at war, and a retreat to the moon that hadn't been enough to save very many of the people she cared about. She knew about technologies that were a thousand years away from Equestrian development, she knew about the taste of many different kinds of meat. But for everything she thought she knew, she hadn't ever met one of the creatures for herself. What would they be like?

"I would love to go to Normandy, Princess."

"Good." Celestia strode past her through the open door and into her room. Amber had to hurry to catch up; after all, she was theoretically still on duty and that meant following right behind her wherever she went. Not so much to protect her in outright combat, since of course no guard of any species really did much when compared to one of the Royal Sisters. Rather, to be alert to threats she might miss, and provide warning enough to allow her to protect herself. "But for now, I have a speech to deliver."

And so they walked through the castle, with Amber returning to the usual position of a guard and falling back into her usual pattern of disinterested silence. Once again she faded into the background, and found the lack of attention on her to be a great relief. No matter how much she loved the princess, conversations with her were always stressful. Considering the subject, this had been one of the worst.

Celestia stood atop the balcony, her sister at her side and practically all of Canterlot assembled below. A tiny wooden platform had been erected on the balcony, positioned so as to be impossible to see from below. This seemed a little strange to Amber, but she didn't think about it long. As Celestia rose to speak, the roar of countless ponies died. "My little ponies! As you are all aware, Canterlot was recently attacked. The force, composed entirely of goblins and dragons, caused enormous damage before it could be stopped. To those ponies who suffered losses in the assault, know that you are remembered. I plea for compassion from each of you in the coming days. Those who were spared, lend a hoof to your neighbors who lost family or property. Open your homes to them, and show our enemies that the Equestrian spirit of friendship cannot be easily vanquished. This attack came unprovoked and undeclared, contrary to international law. I wish for each of you to know you have done nothing wrong. This attack came not because of some slight, or as vengeance for Equestrian aggression. You have done nothing wrong.”

“As many of you know, Canterlot was not the only city in Equestria to be attacked. At the very moment bombs fell on your rooftops, a significantly larger force landed on the shores near Los Pegasus. As of this moment, Equestria has formally declared war with the Draconic Sovereignty." There was a collective intake of breath from the crowd, and Celestia waited for the whispering to die down. Even Amber, watching from the shadows, was a little caught off-guard by what she heard.

"This will not be a skirmish, and it will not end in a single battle. Much is going to have to change. As of this moment, the Equestrian Royal Army is now officially reorganized. The Solar and Lunar Guard cannot fight this enemy without your help. Only working together..."

And so it went on. She watched the crowd more than the princess. Some looked nervous, some afraid, and some resolved. One thing she was sure about, though: nothing would ever be the same.

At some point, Luna had taken the role of speaker for her sister. Her delivery was no less powerful, though she was clearly using magic to amplify the volume of her voice. "We are not fighting this war on our own. We have secured the aid and support of another world, who have promised to fight beside us until Equestria is free again. They may look strange to you, but however they look these aliens are friendly to us and have already proven their loyalty to our cause." She gestured towards the closed door. "King Richard!"

The door opened, and a towering figure strode past Amber. She might have been frightened, had she not already seen how massive these humans seemed up close. His beard was shorter than she remembered, and the robe he wore was clearly of Equestrian workmanship even if the colors were the same. He had been in some sort of battle, that was what the rumors said. His movements were stiffer than the other day, as though he was injured somehow.

The figure ignored the gasps and the signs of fear, stopping on the edge of the platform beside the Equestrian diarchs. He did not stand on the platform, and the extra inches made the princesses look larger than he was. It was a clever illusion, and they hadn't even used magic. "Ponies of Equestria!" he boomed, shouting loud enough to still the murmurs from the crowd. There was no magic to it, just a powerful voice and a more powerful personality. "On behalf of all humanity, I pledge to protect and defend your nation! Over the coming months, you will see others like me throughout Equestria. I hope that seeing us will become synonymous with battles won and lives saved."

He turned, and bowed dramatically towards Luna and Celestia, before addressing the crowd again. "We swear loyalty and obedience to the Royal Sisters until the day every invader has been destroyed and your land is your own!" Maybe he expected cheers, or shouts and riotous applause. It was true a few ponies did, particularly the members of the Solar and Lunar Guard who had seen any of the humans in battle.

Most of the assembled ponies did not applaud, and only stared at this strange creature in all its strange clothes. Maybe some of them wondered, as Amber did, if they hadn't invited the help of a wolf to deal with a troublesome spider.

The towering human king took this all in stride, however. "I hope you will allow us to win your trust!" he called, before bowing again and walking back into the castle where he had come.

Amber stared after him. I'm going to be dealing with them. I hope they're more honest than they seem.

* * *

By the time the Prismatic Fury found its way to the ground they were awash with the cheers of countless ponies. They landed just beside the largest fragments of wreckage from the Dreadnaught, expecting to have some mopping up to do of whatever members of the crew had survived the crash, plus whatever troops the ship had been carrying. It didn't seem the ship contained any actual griffons, because none jumped as it fell. It seemed goblins were not well suited to mile-long falls.

Chance avoided looking at the burning hunk of wood and iron, fearful that she might have to see the remains of the unfortunate creatures that had rained death down on Canterlot and then on a caravan of ponies out in the wilderness by themselves. Too bad looking away from the ship only meant focusing her attention on the refugees.

Apple Bloom and Chance together lowered a ramp from the lower deck of the ship onto the ground, and together its entire crew emerged onto soil blasted by explosives and flames. Dozens of eyes looked up, ponies that had been cheering and praising them abruptly fell silent. Instead of celebrating, the ponies all around them suddenly looked shocked. "You're not Air Ponies?" asked a mare with a dark coat and some sort of chart for her cutie mark.

Scootaloo opened her mouth to answer, but she wasn't fast enough. A stallion watching them with panicked eyes shouted, "The fleet isn't coming! We're doomed!" Screams of fear echoed from the crowd around them. Chance had seen this sort of crowd before, when the Federation had operated its lottery for space in the bunkers across the United States. When the crowd had discovered they were not going to be saved, the crowd had turned into a violent, trampling mob. Ponies were herding animals, if anything the mob might form sooner. Her eyes could practically see the magic coursing through the ponies as their auras interacted, the mood of the crowd shifting like an amoeba crawling its way across a petri dish.

"The Royal Sisters know about what happened!" She took a few steps up the ramp so that she seemed higher and thus more authoritative. Indeed, the crowd quieted and the shouting died. Of course, she didn't actually know for sure that she was telling the truth, but it was hard for her to believe otherwise. Truth knew, and if he was back up than Equestria's fledgling Mesh was running again. They would be able to see every city from space. They might be watching right now. "They will send help! For now, bring the injured! We'll take them back with us to Canterlot!"

Chance didn't blame her friends for dealing with this situation less easily than she did. This wasn't the first time she had seen such horrible situations, though it was the first time for them. Still, her brief delay was long enough for Scootaloo to take charge. "Only the most injured ponies, please! We have a very small ship, as you can see. The Prismatic Fury isn't normally meant to carry passengers. We can't bring all of you!"

In Chance's own world, a situation like this might have been resolved by computer, with the health of all assembled calculated and weighed against the odds of their survival as time went on. For the ponies compassion was the rule. Perhaps slightly over a dozen ponies were wheeled forward on carts or carried on makeshift stretchers. Many of these were unconscious from their injuries, painfully burned or disfigured by shrapnel. Chance had no stomach for blood and had to look away, distracting herself by walking back down to the pony that had first spoke.

"Where are you ponies coming from?" she asked, in her normal speaking voice again. "We were following that big ship, but we don't really know about anything else that might've happened. Why are you all crossing the desert?"

"Los Pegasus," the mare answered. "There was an attack. Lots of ships, like that one." She gestured at the wreckage not far off.

"Uh, Chance?" Spike nudged her shoulder. "I think you should see something." The sound of the crowd around them had died down to near silence, except for those ponies she was talking to.

Chance frowned, annoyed. "One second!" she said, without actually looking away from the mare she was talking to. "You were saying?"

"It started in the middle of the night, like what just happened. There was fighting on the streets, spells and cannons firing."

Chance hadn't noticed until right then, but the mare had a colt, a colt with a gray coat and slightly paler mane and tail tipped with black. He seemed to be a unicorn, though Chance could see no cutie mark. It was wrong of her to think of him as just a colt, though. He couldn't be all that much younger than she was. "Ponies were screaming. Guards told everypony to get out right away, don't stop. We listened. The ones who didn't took too long and couldn't get away."

"Chance!" Spike said, a little more urgently. "Apple Bloom?" The pony in question was too busy helping the injured onto the Fury to even glance at him.

She ignored him completely this time in order to listen to the colt. "We walked all night, and all day. They followed, and the ones who couldn't keep up got caught. Only gave up a few hours ago. They might just be waiting to get ships or something and catch us all, though."

She never got to reply, because at that moment Spike shouted her name in fear and frustration, and turned her head with his claws to look in the direction of the wreckage. She didn't fight the pressure, mostly because Spike was never physical with her or anypony else! She instantly regretted not taking him more seriously. Apparently she had misjudged the lethality of the Fury's plasma cannon and the crash. Figures were emerging from within the great ship. Many looked injured in some way or another. Some were burned, others had broken or missing limbs. Yet many still had the strength to lift their weapons, and there was a general movement towards the assembled ponies. How could anything have survived a fall from that height?

"Back onto the ship!" Scootaloo called, then more loudly, "Everypony else, run! We'll take care of this! Get away from here!" She might be young, but there was great confidence in what she said. Besides, as Chance soon realized, her instructions were clearly not new ideas to the crowd. Many were already doing what she suggested. The most severely injured were already loaded aboard, filling the bedroom and most of the other rooms below decks. It probably wasn't the best place for hurt ponies, and it would've been better if they had doctors or nurses along to tend to them.

There was no time for such debating and deliberation. The propellers were already spinning, and Chance barely made the jump behind Spike before the ramp began to retract and they started to ascend. An injured army was forming on the sand, strange reptilian soldiers whose determination was superhuman. "We have to stop them!" Scootaloo called, taking the helm. "What should we do? Sweetie Belle, what weapons do we have?"

"Plasma cannon is out of juice," she called over the wind. "No rockets either. We could probably use the ship's defense cannons if we brought ourselves in close enough, but we would have to stick real low. Pass over them, without scraping ourselves up. Some of them still have guns."

"We can do it." Scootaloo twisted them sideways in the air, directing them down again towards the advancing army. They were just humanoid outlines now, though as they got closer Chance could make out some pretty disturbing details. Some of them didn't look like they should still be alive. The injuries were too horrific to look at, but the magic she felt in the air was worse. "You two, be ready for it! We can't stay in range long, or they'll shoot us to pieces! A real quick pass, just one. Make sure they don't get up this time!"

* * *

This mission was proving to be one of the easiest Charles had ever been a part of. Flying halfway around a planet in a drone-carrier was tricky work for inexperienced pilots, but for Charles it was easy. This planet had plenty of sapient creatures capable of flight, though they would be moving so slowly compared to the carrier that there would be no opportunity to avoid them. To avoid any unfortunate collisions, he kept the craft at about the middle of the planet's Stratosphere, high above the levels of breathable air or habitable temperatures. There were no collisions, or any interruptions in their flight. At the speed they traveled, a trip nearly to the other side of the world would take just over four hours. It was good, but the drones could have made far better time if they weren't all connected and carrying such heavy cargo.

"Why did we have to bring the horses?" he asked over the radio to his partner, making sure the message was not sent to any of the ponies with headsets inside the carrier. "I'm not even sure what they think they're doing here. Are they gonna kick the buildings down?"

Lindsy was a friend, and he knew her well. She wasn't one usually inclined to show too much emotion, one way or the other. "Maybe they're going to screen us while we do the attacking. Distract the ones shooting us so we can be more effective."

"Maybe," he agreed, though there was still a note of obvious skepticism in his voice. "Except that would be protecting empty metal machines with real lives. It doesn't matter how many drones we lose. Worst case we don't have enough to make a coherent carrier for the way back, and we all have to fly back at wingspeed."

"Worst case-" began her correction. "if we lose the carrier, we're a thousand miles inland in enemy territory. The ponies that make it through the mission get hunted down and killed by everything living here. Even if nothing chases them in the air, they've got to land eventually and rest."

Charles didn't point out that according to what they had been told, the pegasi did not in fact need to land eventually and could rest on clouds. He didn't point that out because it was just about the stupidest thing he had ever heard, right up there with the rulers of the country here apparently controlling the sun and the moon. "If they weren't with us, that wouldn't be a problem." He countered. "We don't need them. Maybe a diplomat or two could've rode in another drone. We don't need the dead weight."

But the conversation could not continue, because at that moment the voice of the lead pony came in over the radio. The one whose name was Rainbow Dash was the one in charge of the ponies, and she had all the patience of a goldfish. "How much further do we have?" she asked, her tone reflecting her perpetual annoyance.

Charles flicked his mind through the ship's computer, referencing his position with the Equestrian satellite network. Of course they had to know his people were using it now, but so far as he observed nothing had been done to stop them. "Six minutes," he said over the radio, trying to be as polite as possible. "We're already decelerating. You can prepare your men for whatever it is you're going to do when we get there."

Even when she got an answer she liked this stupid pony had to be bitter about it. "We don't have any men, stupid. Just ponies who don't need some metal crutch to let them fly. Why don't you just drop us off right here and let us fly the rest of the way, huh? I bet we could do it twice as fast."

His king expected him to be diplomatic and have a friendly attitude, even when faced with those who did not. But robotic or not, Charles still had the full range of human emotions. He had been dealing with this cocky captain and her absurd statements about what her pegasi could apparently do. Fly so fast they formed an artificial tornado? Ridiculous. Break the sound barrier? Impossible. He had run the numbers in his head just to be sure. Even a reinforced combat prosthetic like his own would have trouble in supersonic conditions. "Because you would die." He tried to make himself sound matter-of-fact, but there was some smugness there too. "Our speed is currently what we call Mach 13, Captain Dash. That's thirteen times the speed of sound. If I dumped our cargo right now, you would die instantly. It would be better for all of us if you remain on-board until we reach our destination."

If the pegasus was grumbling with her dissatisfaction she didn't do it over the radio, and he heard nothing else from her for the remainder of the voyage. They reduced speed and altitude, into the range where it was likely sound would carry. He wondered what the population of this so-called dragon city would think about the deep, distant rumbling that rose in the east. Would their eyes be able to focus on an object traveling so fast? Surely not, had they been able to perform the braking maneuvers they were used to. But the sudden deceleration would have killed every one of the passengers, since none of them were cybernetic. "Where should I bring you?" Charles asked, over the radio. As he expected, their approach had been too rapid for any effective resistance to be mounted. There were more of this world's primitive airships around, but he hardly paid them any mind. They were no threat to him.

"Over the biggest, most important-looking building!" came the reply, more excited than he had ever heard it. "We'll do the rest!"

Sir. Charles Gray very much doubted that. "All passengers, prepare to disembark!" he called loudly, over the internal speakers. "Our current position is approximately 2,000 feet over the walled city, out of range of any of the ships here. Do not be alarmed if there is a sudden drop in cabin pressure."

In fact, there would be no such drop, not at this altitude. "You ready, Lindsy?"

"Aye, Sir," came her reply, without any sign of emotion.

"Let's keep as many of them alive as we can." There was a tone of exasperation in his voice. "Target their defenses first. However unlikely it is they have AA guns."

"Aye, Sir."

Without a word, the carrier began to fall apart. The drones from the top levels shook themselves loose of the sealant foam, peeling off to left and right and gunning their engines powerfully as they spread off and away from the ship. It rapidly disassembled into a mere platform, from which the pegasi were free to begin their attack. The city spread out beneath them, a sprawling mountainous metropolis at least as large as Canterlot. Instead of white plaster and stone though, most of these buildings were made of mud brick, with sharp spires a prominent fixture of many buildings. The city almost seemed to glow in the red sun of late afternoon. It had high walls of stone and brick surrounding it on all sides, and red flags hanging on every pole.

This is going to be stupidly easy, Charles thought to himself. We could've done it with half as many drones. They haven't even done anything to stop us yet. Their passengers shouted and charged down off the platform, into a remarkably complex and well-orchestrated dive. It was nearly as well coordinated as what he could've done with the drones and fairly impressive to watch. But Charles wasn't here to watch the natives perform their little stunts.

He was here to fight.

Author's Notes:

This was a hard one. Getting a little discouraged now, and it's been wearing down a little. Still, I made it, even if things ended up being much harder on the editors. Bless them for helping me even when I failed to deliver the manuscript on time. Hopefully we caught everything, though there was less time to look over the story so we probably didn't.

What can you do? Keep going, keep trying. Hopefully most of those people who were with us for MLA will eventually find their way here.

Oh! And I've started a side story, currently called "Can You Hear Me Now?" I won't say much about it, except that it will be a oneshot, taking place between MLA and HD, and that it stars Lyra Heartstrings. Hopefully something cute and much less serious than this story is. War is sad, and it can be discouraging. It's nice to think about something else some of the time.

This story will not effect the release schedule for Harmony Defended in any way. I'll probably post it on a Wednesday, two to three weeks from now. I'll announce it in a blog post tagged with MLA, and probably mention it in an author's notes when it eventually shows up.

Thanks for your patience, and for sticking with me. Hopefully I can overcome this discouragement and keep this story from getting side-tracked. I've got so many exciting ideas!

Next Chapter: Chapter 7: Rescue Estimated time remaining: 10 Hours, 51 Minutes
Return to Story Description

Login

Facebook
Login with
Facebook:
FiMFetch