My face felt warm for some reason, the rest of me was aching terribly. “Ughhh…” My own groaning seemed to echo in my head like thunder. Sweet Luna, what the hell happened to me!? My head feels like it’s going to split open!

Slowly, opening my eyes, I winced at the sudden light. I had to blink a few times to clear my vision. The room I was in was old and dusty, the walls cracked at a few places where the paint had peeled off. The light that blinded me, and still stabbed at my eyes, was coming from a nearby window. The drapes were pulled over, but somehow it still managed to hit me right in the face. Celestia must be pissed at me.

I was lying flat on my back on a bed, moving was impossible. My body was simply too heavy, a sudden sharp, stabbing pain in my left temple prompted me to raise a hoof to try and rub at it. “Oow!” What the fuck! My left eye hurt like I’d gotten a spike shoved through it. Come to think of it, I started to notice that my vision in that eye was a little limited.

A potion would be great right about now. I reached out with my magic to fish a potion out of a pocket, when I realized that I wasn’t wearing my armor, or anything! Where are my things?!

A thousand thoughts went buzzing through my head. Was I captured? What happened to Cog, Shrapnel and Saw? What about Amber? What day is it, and why does my mouth taste like I ate something rotten and didn’t have the good sense to spit it out?!

As I tried to rise, I realized that something was pinning my right fore-hoof, along with the rest of my body from the waist down to the mattress. When I turned my head I found myself face to face with a zebra, a zebra mare to be precise. What is going on!?

I kept looking at her, not daring to move. Occasionally she would murmur something softly and then snuggle closer to me. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and this time it had nothing to do with the sunlight.

Okay, she’s alive. That’s good. But what is she doing in my bed?! Or was I in hers? I tried to move again, and it was then that I became more aware of the weight on my hind-hooves. Not only that, but something was pressing on my stomach too. Bending my neck to look down, I instantly froze. My cheeks must be burning by now.

Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! There was another mare there! She was hugging my flanks and resting her chin on my stomach. She too was still sleeping.

I became terribly aware of how soft and warm they felt pressed against me. No! Not thinking about it! Need answers! Now!

Trying to wriggle out was hopeless; they too would shift with me and hold on more tightly. The added movement and feeling of them so close to me was… distracting. Need to focus! Unicorn magic to the rescue!

As gently as I could, I untangled their limbs from me and slipped off of the bed. I managed to do this without waking them.

After two steps I fell flat on my face, I groaned when I stood back up. It was like my hooves refused to obey me. Every part of me felt sluggish, and I was hurting all over. For a brief moment I looked back at the two sleeping mares. Did we…? Was that why everything hurt so…?

I shook my head to banish the thoughts from my mind. No it couldn’t be that. I had genuine bruises. My head, ribs, flank, knee, as far as I could tell, these were the places that stung and ached when touched.

Alright, think! What happened?

Let’s see. Yesterday, or at least I hoped it was yesterday, could be more than that. I saw an open door that lead to a bathroom. Perfect. As I limped over to it I tried to piece together what happened to me.

Amber. Yes, Amber! She came over to the Talon base. All of us left after that, Cog, Shrapnel and Saw. Now… Hmmm. I met a mere, a fighter. Strawberry! Then what? I kept sorting through my memories, hitting a bmp every now and then whenever my brain just stopped working.

I went after Santir, that bastard. I still wanted to put a bullet in his head, but not so much as yesterday. Alright then what? We… went to a bar I think, and then… nothing. I couldn’t remember anything more. Maybe I’m still at the bar? Maybe we decided to sleep over? Did we get attacked? Damn it! I have to find the others and make sure they’re alright.

I turned the faucet with my magic, and then I shoved my head under the cold stream of water. My heart instantly quickened its beat and my head got clearer.

“What the…” I looked at my reflection in the mirror and gaped. My eyes were bloodshot with the addition of a dark bluish circle around the left eye. Even with the cold water running of my dripping mane and over my face, my left eye still felt warm. That’s one nasty bruise.

I stuck my head back under the stream, tilting it slightly so that the cold water could wash over the injury. It felt nice, and also helped reduce the throbbing.

After taking care of the eye I guzzled down as much water as I could. At first I just wanted something to wash out the horrible taste in my mouth, but that just made me realize how thirsty I was. I may have overdone it though, I swear I cloud hear sloshing when I moved.

Once out of the bathroom I looked at the two mares again. They had moved and were now hugging each other, still sleeping. Who are they?

Never mind, figure it out later. I need to find my things first. My belongings were piled on a nearby chair and floor beneath it. Seeing my rifle put my mind at ease somewhat. I noticed the sack of caps Razorwing gave me. Levitating it up to my muzzle, I gave it a little shake, it felt lighter than before. Once more I looked at the mares sleeping on the bed.

“Did I pay them for-“ A shiver ran through me. How could I take advantage of them like that? I’m no better than the Remnant or the Separatists. Using others like that. I can’t believe I did something like that. Being drunk doesn’t excuse me.

I considered waking them, but then I decided that it would be better if I just left.

Getting dressed quickly and securing my weapons, I gently closed the door behind me as I exited the room.

I found myself in a cozy hallway lined with doors at either side. They all looked the same, the same dark red-brown color. The only difference was the little numbers that were hammered into them.

As I moved down the hall in the only direction I could go, the other leading to a window, I started hearing voices from up ahead. They were to quiet to make out, but they grew louder the further I went.

“Anoder! And thish time leave the bottle!”

That was definitely Saw’s voice, and it wasn’t hard to guess what she was doing. I quickened my pace until I reached a staircase leading down. By now I could clearly hear the voices from below. Many of them I didn’t recognize. They were talking about various things, like the weather, their jobs, hunting, and so on.

Hopping off the final stair I looked around for my friends. What I saw caused my jaw to go slack.

“What the Hell happened here?” I murmured to myself.

The bar was a mess. At least half of the tables were broken. Bits of glass glinted from the floor almost everywhere I looked. A few zebras and ponies were trying to clean up. The only place that seemed somewhat undamaged was the counter, and that’s where I spotted the familiar yellow mare and green unicorn.

“Hey Mist! You sleep okay?” Cog asked with a grin when he spotted me approaching. Saw just nodded in acknowledgment, not lowering the glass she had to her mouth.

I stopped midway to him in order to let a pony and zebra pass. One was carrying a brush, and the other a little shovel full of broken glass.

“Cog. What happened here?” My first thought was that Shrapnel let loose a couple of her grenades, but there weren’t any scorch marks.

“What? You mean you don’t remember?” Cog asked me in disbelief. I shook my head. “Oh come on! I know you were drunk, but there is no way you could have forgotten everything.”

I opened my mouth to assure Cog that I really didn’t remember anything, when the bartender spoke.

“Miss. Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You have a serious drinking problem.”

Saw just shot the bartender a look that made the poor zebra flinch.

“Horsshit! I can drinkf yush fine!” With that she bent her head over the newly filled glass, and with one smooth motion poured its contents down her throat. “Tshee.” She slurred, the glass falling from her mouth to clatter on the counter before rolling off to smash on the floor.

I really felt bad for the zebra. He looked ready to cry, but he didn’t say anything more.

I looked at Saw and to my great amazement she looked… tipsy. It looks like she finally reached her limit. How could she drink so much? It just doesn’t seem possible.

Turning my attention back to Cog. “I really don’t remember anything Cog, honest. Wait. Where is Shrapnel?” There was no sign of the armored mare. Could she be sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs?

“She went to get something to eat. She’ll wait for us at the base.” Cog said. “But about yesterday. Ohhh, this is going to be a great story!” He continued rubbing his hooves together. “You were really depressed, and I mean reaaaaly depressed.”

“Yeah. The whole fucking point of getthing drunfk is to forget shit.” Saw cut in after shaking her head a few times. “But you just went on bitchin and moaning.” Bitching and moaning? Me? Saw went on in an imitation of what I guess was well… me. “Oh I’m susch a terrbible fucking pony. I just fuck things up. My shister hates me. I’m a fucking monster. I don’t deserve to live. Zelil should have yusht let me fucking drown! Sob, sob, bitch, bitch, moan.”

Cog and I just stared at her wide eyed. Okay that does sound like something I would complain about, but I doubt I’d use ‘fuck’ in every other sentence, and I’m guessing ‘Zelil’ was Zaeryl.

“Wow. That was harsh.” Cog said echoing my thought exactly. I kept wondering if I did anything to offend the intoxicated mare.

“Bite me shithead.” Saw grumbled and rubbed the side of her head with a hoof.

“If you have a headache, maybe you shouldn’t be drinking.” No doubt excessive drinking caused her headache. Saw just ignored me and brought the bottle to her lips.

Cog shook his head. “That’s why she’s drinking.”

“What?” That makes no sense.

“Her ‘theory’ is that if alcohol caused it, then alcohol can cure it.” Okay, he’s going to have to explain that one to me. Before I could ask him to clarify, Cog just shook his head and waved his hoof. “Not important. Now back to what happened last night. Like I was saying, you were whining, and feeling sorry for yourself when a couple of zebras came in.” Great, I can already see where this is going. “A few bucks and mares wearing metal armor. Now don’t hold me to this, but I think they were Separatists.”

“How so?” Unlike the Remnant, the Separatists don’t wear a specific type of armor, that’s not to say that the Remnant doesn’t use spies that mask themselves as ordinary zebras.

Cog shrugged. “They just didn't act like they were from around here, and they also didn’t act like they had a stick up their ass, so I don’t think they were Remnant either.”

“They were yusht a bunch o morons who acted like they were better than everyone else.” Saw stated. She shook her head a few times before continuing with noticeably less slurring. “That means they were either slavers, Separatists or just some random degenerate gang.” Saw paused for a moment and scrunched up her face. “Maybe they were with that snake gang, Vipers?”

Cog just shrugged. ”Maybe. Anyway, they came in and started making noise, the usual asshole thing. They started ordering drinks and harassing the mares that worked here.”

“You didn’t try to stop them?” I asked and at the same moment remembered where I had woken up. A deep feeling of shame came over me.

“Mist, they’re whores! If we had said, or done anything, we would only be hurting their business. Besides, they can take care of themselves.” Saw said with a roll of her eyes.

Cog snickered. “But you did do something Mist.” Oh no. “One of the bucks was coming on to this cute little mare. He started bragging and well, long story short he wanted a freebie.”

“Pfhahaha!...” Saw suddenly started laughing. “You overheard the loudmouth, and you said something in zebra to him. I have no idea what you said, but every zebra in the damn bar, except that jackass you said it to, started laughing. Even a few of his friends joined in.”

“He really got pissed.” Cog continued. “He came right for our table. We were all drunk so we didn’t react in time. He smacked you in the head so hard I could hear your teeth clank.” Well that explains my bruised eye. “Saw was the first to respond. She grabbed her bottle and smashed him upside the head with it.”

Saw snorted. “Then his buddies decided to join in. How many of them were there?” She asked turning to Cog.

“Five or six… maybe.” Cog answered rubbing his chin.

“I thought it was ten or twelve.” Saw shook her head again and took another gulp from her bottle.

“Then our table exploded.” Uhh… What? Cog smiled when he saw the look of confusion on my face. ”Shrapnel bucked the table at them! It was awesome!” Cog threw up his hooves while the bartender winced. I sighed. This just keeps getting better and better.

“I remember tossing a chair at one of them.” Cog went on, scratching his head. “Two rounded on you. You fought them hoof to hoof, but I guess you’re not as good when you’re drunk. They were seriously beating on you. Shrapnel rushed them though, and they scattered.” Note to self. Don’t get drunk again, ever.

“Haha! Yeah!” Saw barked and a grin spread across her muzzle. ” Poor Shrapnel had to chase after them. No one wanted to fight her. Suppose the armor scared them.” The yellow mare mused to herself.

“And no one intervened, or tried to stop the madness?” I asked casting another glance at the broken tables. How could I not remember any of this?!

“A squad of the local guards did burst in.” Cog said. “Luckily most of them were Talon’s, and the Tark was there too.” He grinned to himself after mentioning the name. “If you ask me, Tark is the most laid back griffin you are ever likely to meet. He didn’t lift a talon, just ordered the others to stand down and watch.” What?! Why? I looked intently at Cog, waiting for him to explain.

“The bastard is lazy as all hell.” Saw snapped, then as an afterthought added. ”Good in a gunfight though.”

Cog tapped his chin. “I distinctly remember someone shouting why they weren’t stopping us.” Same thing I was wondering about. Was it because we to were with the Talons? But then why didn’t they help us?

“He just scoffed and said that we were working out our differences. As long as we weren’t shooting or killing, just beating the crap out of each other. He sees no reason to interfere.” Cog continued. “He did restrain them after we were all worn out. Or maybe he just got bored and decided to end it.”

“Wait. Guns weren’t used, why?” Not that I was complaining. I was relieved to hear that no one was killed, and while I don’t doubt that my friends would show restraint with innocent bystanders around, I did not expect the same from this zebra gang.

“To be fair I did use your rifle to whack one of them in the face.” Saw corrected.

“My guess is that they weren’t really interested in killing anyone. They just wanted to prove how badass they were.” Cog said and raised a glass to his lips. Curiously the glass was filled with a transparent purple liquid. “After the fight was over things got a little hazy. I remember Saw dancing and singing on one of the tables. Some of the zebras were cheering her on, the others looked terrified. Shrapnel was laughing her flank off and you were nowhere to be seen.” Cog jabbed a hoof at me and smirked. “When I asked if anyone saw where you had gone off to.” Oh great. Here it comes. I could already feel heat rise in my cheeks for what must have been the fifth time today. “They told me two mares took you upstairs for a little ‘fun’.” He prodded, his eyebrows bobbing up and down.

Cog was enjoying this far too much. I could see all of his teeth from how wide his grin was. For a moment I considered knocking a few of them loose.

“For all I know nothing happened. I don’t remember any of it.” Seriously we could have just been… cuddling. Cog didn’t stop grinning like an idiot. I’m sure my face was crimson by now.

Desperate to find some way to change the subject, I once again looked to the glass in front of him and pointed at it.

“What are you drinking?” I asked the unicorn, feigning interest in his drink.

“Oh, this?” The glass became enveloped in a soft green glow as Cog levitated it. “It’s some kind of tea. Want a sip?” Why not?

I enveloped the glass in my own magic and took a small sip. It had a faint sweet taste that was instantly recognizable to me. I was reminded of the days I spent with Zaeryl gathering herbs. Cog looked intently at me, waiting to hear my opinion on his drink.

“Weeping lily.” I explained. An odd choice of tea. “Cog, why did you order this?”

“I asked for something to drink that wasn’t water or alcohol. Unlike Saw, another scotch would kill me. Why? Is something wrong with it?” Cog asked, his face impassive, but his voice carried a tone of worry.

Actually the tea was harmless, it just has a specific purpose that I doubt Cog knew of. “There is nothing wrong with it.” Cog visible relaxed and eagerly took another mouthful of the tea. “It’s just unexpected. The tea is generally used to prevent pregnancies.”

“Pffffffffffftt! What!?” Cog spat out, he looked at me in disbelief before turning to glare at the bartender.

“Hey I asked if tea would do. You said it was okay.” The zebra lifted his hooves defensively, as if expecting Cog to hop over the counter and tackle him.

“HAHAHAHAHA! Celestia fuck me with her horn! This is rich!” Saw laughed while tears streamed down her cheeks.

I don’t get it. Why was he so upset? Weeping lily was generally only used to avoid pregnancies because there were better teas out there, unless you particularly like the taste. It would be like eating dry fruit when you have fresh fruit available.

“Cog, it has no effect on males if that’s what you were worried about?” Seriously, did he think it would affect him somehow?

Cog wiped his mouth with a hoof and relaxed a little. He still eyed the drink suspiciously and pushed it away.

Saw’s laugh had reduced to a chuckle. “I don’t know Cog, you should finish the tea. You wouldn’t want to get knocked up now do you?” She teased while wiping the tears from her eyes.

Cog shot her a dirty look as he got up from the bar. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He said before turning away.

“Yeah, morning sickness can be a bitch!” Saw shot after him, a few mares overheard the exchange and they giggled, but they at least tried to look away and pretend that they weren’t laughing at Cog.

Cog ignored Saw, which I think stung her more than if he had said anything to her. Maybe I should ask her to apologize to Cog? I shook my head to dismiss the thought. This was natural for them. As far as making fun of your friends goes, Saw and Cog take it to the extreme, but they never seem to really get angry at each other. Besides, I wouldn’t want to upset their ‘dynamic’.

I took Cog’s seat at the bar and ordered a Sparkle-Cola.

“So you knocked hoofs last night? Good for you.” Saw said suddenly, causing me to blush. Will I never hear the end of this? “What’s the matter? It didn’t turn out the way you thought it would?”

“I don’t remember anything.” I took a long sip of the Cola, savoring the sweet carroty taste.

“Well that sucks. You could at least try and look happy.” She said while twirling her bottle.

“Saw I don’t… It just didn’t seem right.” I can’t even imagine what it must be like for them. To have to sell their own bodies like that. A shiver ran down my back.

“The way I see it. On the one hoof you got laid. On the other… Shut the fuck up! You got laid for fucks sake.” Saw threw up her hooves in irritation. “Most colts would be friggin ecstatic! Maybe your standards are too high.”

“No. I didn’t mean that. I meant that it felt wrong to take advantage of them.” Uggh I hate this!

Saw just looked impassively at me and raised an eyebrow. “You know for somepony as smart as you are, you sure can be Celestia damned stupid sometimes.” I know. ”You think they couldn’t get a job doing something else?”

I nodded. I mean why would they want to… be intimate with complete strangers?

Saw facehooved. “Maybe if we were in Equestria, then you might be right. But here it’s different. And believe me; they wouldn’t have fucked you if they didn’t want to.”

Umm… I tried to say something, but Saw just went on. “That shithead from last night. The worst that he could have done was made some noise. If he actually tried something he wouldn’t be able to ‘get some’ in Vostoris ever again. It’s like the whores have their own gang or something. They even call themselves something fancy. Courtsss, courtesisu-something.” I did not know that. Saw shook her head, mumbling something to herself before turning back to her bottle.

What Saw told me did make me feel just a little bit better, a little less guilty.

We sat in silence for a while, enjoying our drinks. The bar slowly began to fill up with zebras and ponies, and a light conversational atmosphere formed.

“Oh for fucks sake. Where is he? Did he drown?” Saw blurted out suddenly.

“Who?” Who drowned?

“Cog! He’s been gone for like half an hour.” The yellow mare impatiently glanced around.

“I’ll go check on him.” Maybe he really wasn’t feeling well.

“No, I’ll do it. Sir Crapsalot might need medical attention.” Saw sighed and rolled her eyes.
I smiled as I watched her leave. They would go crazy without each other.

My thoughts turned to those of my sister. Amber. I really need to talk to her. I don’t care if she turns me away; there is no way I’m leaving without seeing her again.

The bartender, having seen my almost empty bottle of Sparkle-Cola, asked if I would like anything else. I declined feeling content; however I did levitate out the bag of caps that I’ve received from Razorwing. It was considerably lighter than before, but I still had no idea how much she had given me in the first place. I never bothered to count it.

“We only took enough to cover your share of the damages.” The bartender suddenly said. I looked at him and blinked dumbly. My share of the damages?

“After your ‘little’ fight.” He accented the ‘little’ with his hooves. “My boss complained about paying for the damages. It didn’t feel right taking caps from Talons, seeing how you’re working with the guard, but you offered.” The bartender looked at me for a moment uncertainly. He probably thought I would object or something. Honestly I didn’t mind. It was only fair.

“Hold on a sec.” He turned away to serve another customer then came back to me. I took another glance around. The ponies and zebras that were in charge of cleaning worked fast. All the broken tables and chairs were carried out leaving the bar looking a little emptier.

“I’m really sorry about-” I waved a hoof indicating the whole room we were in.

“Don’t worry about it. You at least had the decency to pay up. This isn’t the first brawl this place has seen you know.” The zebra seemed a lot more relaxed around me than he was with Saw and Cog. “You’ve been working long with the Talons?”

“No. I only joined recently.” Had I joined? I’m an honorary member. Does that count?

The bartender nodded. “They are a good bunch. Honest and professional. You don’t see many like them today.”

I nodded, agreeing with the zebra. They are loyal to their contracts. If a griffin promises to do something, he or she will do it. Do they act this way out of pride? I kept thinking back to IronClaw’s unwavering determination to see his contract through. It’s a bit intimidating, but also inspiring.

“It’s strange.” I said and smiled. The bartender looked curiously at me. “I didn’t expect you to be so approving of foreigners.”

The zebra snorted. “I’m not some politician or Remnant with their heads up their ass. Look over there.” He pointed at two mares that were still busy cleaning up the last few bits of glass and splintered wood. One was a zebra and the other was a green earth pony. The pony blushed when she noticed us looking at them. “Do you see any difference? Because I don’t. We’re all in the same boat, just trying to get by. And I’m too old to believe in the fairytales they used to tell us when we were foals.”

“Fairytales?” I’ve heard quite a few of them while growing up, but I was curious to hear what he had to say.

“Oh sure. Ponies are the vilest spawn of the stars. They steal naughty foals from their homes to gobble them up! Pegasi swoop down from the heavens to pluck the unwary, and carry them up to the clouds where lightning storms would burn the flesh from their bones!” His eyes went to my forehead. ”And the unicorns. They are the worst ponies of all! With their fell magic they turn zebra against zebra. Ruin crops and poison our water and air!” By now the zebra had both his hooves in the air dramatically. He brought them back down slowly, his face had a look of disgust. ”Like we need ponies to poison our land. We are perfectly capable of doing it ourselves.”

I remember overhearing some of the stories being told behind my back, while I was growing up in Navarost. Their words stung, and I don’t believe that the villagers will ever trust me completely. How could they? They’ve been thought to fear and hate ponies their whole lives.

“Hey, are you alright? I didn’t mean to offend.” The bartender looked worriedly at me. I didn’t realize that I was grinding my teeth until my jaw started to ache.

I shook my head. “No, you didn’t. I was just thinking about what you were saying. The hate the zebras have towards ponies.”

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I doubt that those of my kind left in Equestria are doing any better, and I’m sure they are hated and feared just as much as ponies are here.” He offered.

“No it doesn’t make me feel better.” It was stupid. Worse, it felt so pointless. Like some terrible excuse to vent anger. This cycle of hatred needs to end if the world is ever to move on. “The world needs more open-minded zebras like you.” I told the bartender. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

“Well, same to you. Except replace the zebra part with ponies.” He said and smiled. His face looked worried as he looked behind me.

“Hey Mist!” Came a familiar voice that I knew belonged to a certain hyperactive armored mare.

“Shrapnel! What are you doing here? I thought you were waiting for us back at the Talon base?” I asked her as she trotted up to me.

“I got bored.” She looked over my shoulders. “Where are Cog and Saw?”

“Cog went to the bathroom. Saw went to see if he’s alright.” I was getting worried now too. We should go see if Cog is okay.

“Yeah, that happens when Cog drinks too much. That’s why I always make sure to use the bathroom before he wakes up.” Shrapnel said nodding to herself. “Things can get a little ‘messy’.” She whispered to me. Oooookay, that was disgusting and something I did not need to know.

“So what have you been doing?” Shrapnel asked me with an innocent smile that only she could manage.

“Just talking with the bartender.” He waved a hoof at Shrapnel, she smiled back. I don’t even know the zebra’s name.

Before I could ask, Shrapnel lifted a hoof and exclaimed. “Oh! Here they come!”

I followed her hoof and spotted Saw and Cog coming out one of the doors. Saw looked like she always did, but Cog seemed… worn out. I winced in sympathy for him.

“Damn! Mares give birth in less time than it takes you to take a dump. Sheesh.” Saw said rather loudly, much to Cogs dismay.

“Will you shut up about that already!?” Cog hissed at Saw through gritted teeth.

“You shouldn’t drink if you can’t stomach it.” Saw continued.

“Hey. Shrapnel is here.” I said hoping to interrupt. It didn’t work.

“You are going to teach me about restraint? You?” Cog said as if Saw was implying to teach him how to fly.

Saw puffed herself up to answer, but I cut in a little louder now. “Look who’s here!” I pointed to the mare in question with my hooves.

“Hi guys!” The armored mare chirped in her ever happy tone. I really envy her sometimes. It’s like nothing can bring her down. Not for long anyway.

“Oh, hey Shrapnel. What’s wrong? Did the boss ask for us?” Cog asked looking worried.

“No.” Shrapnel shook her head. “Oh wait! Yes he did! I almost forgot!” She smacked her head with a hoof and it caused me to flinch. That hoof was armored, and at the moment she wasn’t wearing her helmet! Before I could ask if she was alright she bent her head back and started digging through armored compartments on her suit that served as saddle bags. “IronClaw had something to discuss with commander Razor, so he told me to wait for you, but I got bored so I came here.” When her head came back up she had a small package in her mouth.

“Ihonchaw haid tuh dehwiwer thush do theh chounchul.” She mumbled with the package still in her mouth. Cog snickered and Saw facehooved.

I wrapped the package in my magic and took it out of her mouth. “One more time please.” Cog asked still grinning.

“IronClaw said to deliver this to the council. It’s the report about the Separatists and the bomb we found in the desert.” Shrapnel said as she patted the little brown package I was levitating.

Cog sighed. “Well the break was nice while it lasted. Guess its back to work again.”

I hopped off the stool I was sitting on. “Have to get back to work now. Thanks for the talk.” I said to the bartender.

“Sure, anytime. You and your friends feel free to stop by whenever you need to relax, just… try and tone down the fighting.” He said and smiled hopefully.

“Oh come on. That was the only real excitement you had in months.” Saw teased and to her chagrin the zebra didn’t rise to the provocation.

“Whatever you say ma’am.” And with that he turned back to serving drinks.

*** *** ***

The streets were bustling with activity as zebras and ponies moved about. We were headed to the middle of the city, and as we moved I noticed three exceptionally tall buildings loom around us. I was somewhat used to seeing impossibly tall structures so I no longer gaped at them, but I was still stunned by their size. They must be ten or twelve stories tall!

“He looked upset. Really upset.” Shrapnel was saying.

“Great. Something must have gone wrong. As if he wasn’t serious enough.” Cog complained.

“And what was it that pissed the boss off?” Saw asked.

“Dunno.” Shrapnel shrugged. “I think a team hadn’t reported in yet, and Razorwing got really upset, so-“

“So now IronClaw is upset too. Fan-fucking-tastic.” Saw continued, shaking her head.

That’s strange. I mean it’s unfortunate, but why would they be so upset about a team not reporting on time? We were a little late getting out of the desert. Maybe they were delayed too. It’s not my place to judge. They were by far more experienced, and if they were worried, then I should be too. Perhaps I was just hoping that it wasn’t anything serious.

Up ahead of us a mass of zebras were crowding around a single zebra stallion who was standing on his rear hooves on top of some crates. I couldn’t quite pick out what he was saying, but his voice became clearer as we approached.

“We can’t let this folly continue! Ponies are a blight on our fair land!” The zebra was shouting his words full of conviction. Suddenly one of his hooves pointed at an orange pony mare that was passing by. “You there, pony! You’re a blight!”

The mare quickly trotted away keeping her head bowed. Some of the zebras in the throng were nodding their approval and some were laughing, one facehooved.

“Alright, break it up! You’re disturbing the peace and clogging up traffic!” A griffin shouted as he hovered above the mass of zebras. Not too far away I saw four zebras and two ponies wearing armor approach. They were also gesturing for the mass to dissolve.

“Do not allow the feathered invaders push you around! Fight my brethren!” The zebra continued to shout.

The zebras didn’t seem up to fighting and they departed quietly. I could hear the griffin hiss at the mad zebra. ”Your own government is paying us to keep the peace you moron. This isn’t an occupation!”

Seeing that he no longer had any support the zebra grudgingly stepped off his crate and slinked away.

The ponies in armor nodded to us as we passed by. Cog returned the gesture and Shrapnel waved back at them.

“I don’t envy the crap the guards have to put up with.” Saw muttered to herself.

I was more than a little upset by what I just witnessed. The ignorance and intolerance was literally peeling off of that zebra. I just hope that pony is alright. It couldn’t have been easy to be singled out like that.

We continued mowing straight ahead. Shrapnel was trotting in circles around us while talking about some joke that a pony had told her while she was at the Talon base waiting for us. It was a good one, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Saw was laughing wholeheartedly while Cog just smiled. I guess the joke lost some of its appeal to him on account of what happened to him today.

Basically the joke was about two friends, both of whom were mares that went to a party. One went to the bathroom to relieve herself. She was having difficulty and was straining herself terribly when her friend popped in to check on her. Since her friend didn’t see her in the stall, she guessed that she had left. So the friend shut the lights off and turned to leave. That’s when the first mare started screaming. Her friend quickly turned the lights back on only to find the poor mare splayed on the floor covered in her own waste. The mare looked up from the floor at her friend and said. “Celestia and Luna damn you! I thought my eyes had popped out!”

Saw started teasing Cog with renowned vigor while Shrapnel tried to soothe the green unicorn. I took the opportunity to look around some more.

The houses and other homes slowly started to recede until they completely stopped. In front of us was the biggest- Honestly that word is starting to lose its meaning now. Everything in Vostoris was of a scale that I previously thought impossible, and yet it keeps on surprising me. The building in front of us was the biggest I’ve seen so far, but not in terms of height. Rather its width and architecture was what set it apart from the other buildings.

There was no mistaking its importance. The building was separated from the others by a stone road that was twice as wide as any of the other streets I’ve seen so far. It also had a tall stone fence surrounding it. The only entrance that I could spot was an iron gate placed in the middle of the fence flanked by two very well armed zebras. The big guns they had strapped on either side of their bodies looked similar to the ones that Shrapnel carried! Their armor too, while not the same design as hers, looked like it consisted of interlocking heavy steel plates.

I thought they looked similar to the armor I’ve seen worn by the guards at Massif, but their armor looked more… elegant, curved and almost ceremonial. The armor that these guards were wearing was boxy, made from rough-cut plates.

Looking back beyond the gate, the building appeared to be five stories tall and square in shape. In three of those corners white towers reached out to the sky like fangs. The fourth tower had collapsed at the middle, and now resembled a snapped tree trunk, jagged with cracks running down its whole length.

Instead of a simple flat roof, the main body of the building was topped by a dome. Due to the effects of time, and I guess the lack of knowledge on how to properly maintain such a building, it had a multitude of cracks almost everywhere. It was clearly painted white once, but now it had patches of grey that seemed to spread out around the places where chunks had been chipped out of the walls. Surprisingly all the large arched windows remained intact. All that wear and tear must only be on the outside. The building was still sturdy.

“Seat of the council. ‘The White-gold palace’. Quite the sight isn’t it?” Cog said as he stepped up next to me. “A zebra told me once that the dome was made from gold. Not the whole thing, but it had a thin layer of gold applied to the roof.”

I looked at the dome in question. It was dark grey, a real contrast to the white walls.

“What happened?” It certainly wasn’t covered in gold now.

“They needed money so they took it down and melted it. This happened before the war, or so I’ve been told.” Cog explained while continuing to observe the building. “Shame if you ask me, would have been nice to see it whole.”

I nodded my agreement. It would have been. Behind the palace I could see a few more houses and behind those still, twig-like silhouettes of cranes that were used at the docks could be made out.

Those who built this city wanted there to be no doubt as to what was the most important part of it. It’s heart.

If you were to follow the crescent of the outer walls of Vostoris out into the sea, the two points would meet and form a circle. This palace would be in the center of that circle. A clearer message could not be sent if you screamed it.

“Ooooooohhh! Nice battle saddle!” Shrapnel cooed to one of the guards as we approached. He tried to keep his face serious, but he failed and smiled, pride clearly showing on his face.

We stopped in front of the gate while Cog went over to a terminal that was sticking out of the archway.

“Hello. Talons here to meet with the council.” He said and then started tapping his hoof impatiently.

I looked to Saw and Shrapnel, but they seemed deep in their own thoughts. Saw was scowling and Shrapnel was, I guess, still looking at the weapons the guards were carrying. Why wasn’t anything happening?

“Yes, you may enter.” A mare’s voice could be heard from the terminal. It was quickly followed by a sound of a lock clicking open and then the groaning of metal as the gate swung open.

Cog took the lead and we followed close behind.

Wow. This much green was unexpected. Fresh healthy grass and even some wild flowers were growing from behind the gate. Some of the flowers I even recognized. However, what really caught my eye was what appeared to be some strange statue. As Shrapnel explained it was a fountain. The statue was that of a zebra mare standing on her hind hooves and carrying a vase on her shoulder. She seemed to be wearing a kind of flowing gown that looked very impractical and hardly covered anything. It was simply there to draw the eye to the elegant curves and masterful stonework. From the vase on her shoulder clear water spilled and pooled in the basin at the fountains base.

We came to a stop again in front of another set of doors. These immediately started to open. They were heavy steel doors that opened slowly however, and this gave me the time to look at the zebra glyphs which were inscribed on them.

“Do you know what they say?” Shrapnel asked when she saw me squinting at the doors.

“No.” I shook my head. They were zebra glyphs definitely and I could make out a word here and there, but not much else. This was ancient zebra writing. A tingle went through my mane followed by a sense of unease. Most runes and glyphs used in shamanistic rituals looked like these glyphs.

I pushed away all my fears and feelings, convincing myself that for a moment I wasn’t in any danger. In that moment I waited for any emotion to stir in me. None did. Either I messed up, or there really wasn’t anything to worry about. Cog, Saw and Shrapnel didn’t look worried.

As soon as we entered we were greeted by four zebra guards, two mares and two stallions. They were less armed and armored than the gate guards, but their faces spoke of strict discipline.

One of the mares approached us and inclined her head. “This way please. I’ll show you to the meeting room.” She said in a brisk tone.

“Lead on.” Cog said and we started down one of the halls. The other three guards fell in behind us.

Shrapnel and I kept looking around as we went. This must be her first time setting hoof inside the palace too. The guards were casting suspicious glances as the two of us.

The inside of the palace was extravagantly decorated. Pictures of zebras, landscapes hung on the walls. The floor was made from a smooth stone in which you could almost see yourself. Our hoofsteps echoed loudly as we moved. We passed by a few zebras and guards who spared us a glance, but otherwise we were ignored.

We were led to a wooden door guarded by two zebra stallions. Beside the SMG’s they had spears with wide blades propped up against their shoulders.

At seeing our approach one of the guards pushed the door open. The mare leading us nodded to the stallion and she stepped to the side of the door.

“If you would wait in here the council will be with you shortly. They have been notified of your arrival. If you wish for refreshments please ask one of the staff inside. They will see to your needs.” The mare stated in a practiced monotone, obviously bored.

“Thanks.” Cog said and we went in. The same guard that had pushed the door open, now closed it behind us once we entered.

The room was spacious and well illuminated by sunlight that came in through one of the windows which was almost as large as the room was. We were no longer standing on the cold stone floor, but on a thick richly embroidered carpet. Saw immediately trotted to one of the couches and claimed it for herself.

“You.” The yellow mare pointed a hoof at one of the zebras. There were three of them, two mares and a stallion. I hardly noticed them. “Get me something to drink.” Saw said impatiently.”

The mare she pointed to smiled uneasily. “Of course, what would you like?”

“Something strong and cold.” Saw said while stretching lazily.

The mare cleared her throat. “We have a fine selection of wines if-“

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Saw waved a hoof impatiently. The mare trotted away through one of the normal sized doors.

The zebra stallion took a few steps towards us. He seemed more confident than the mares. “Is there anything else we can do for you?” He queried.

“Naw, I’m good.” Cog said as he hopped on to one of the chairs.

“Do you have any Sparkle-Cola?” Shrapnel asked the zebra.

“Of course.” He answered with a smile.

“And a straw?” Shrapnel added.

The zebra seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding, much to Shrapnel’s delight. “And is there anything I can get for you?” He asked turning to me.

“No thank you.” The moment I said it I felt a pang of hunger. Normally I would have hesitated, but seeing as how relaxed the others were I decided to ask. “Well I hadn’t had breakfast and-“

“Say no more.” The zebra cut me off. “You are in luck. The oranges came in marvelously this year.” Then in a more reluctant tone. “Or if you prefer something with more… protein I could-“

“I’d actually prefer fruit. Thank you.” The zebra looked relieved at my choice. He smiled and trotted away.

The mare that was left smiled awkwardly. “Umm. Is there anything I could-“

“You’re still here?” Saw snapped in a harsh tone causing the mare to flinch.

“No, thanks we’re fine. We won’t be here long anyway.” Cog said in a more gentle tone.

“R-Right, you have important business.” The mare stammered while backing up. “If you do need anything do not hesitate to call.” She said before disappearing behind the door her friends took.

“You sure are in a bitchy mood today. Your head still hurts?” Cog asked turning to Saw. She didn’t answer him, but from the way she was covering her eyes with a hoof I would have to say yes. Her head still hurt.

“Luna assrape me! If my fucking skull doesn’t stop pounding I’m taking a damn Med-X.” Saw hissed through her teeth.

“Why didn’t you take one earlier?” I asked. Really if she was in pain than why not?

“Because I don’t want to get addicted to the stuff.” She said with a sigh.

“Mist, you might not have noticed, but Saw has an addictive personality.” Cog said with a smirk.

“Bite me pisspot.” Was Saw’s response. Where does she come up with these names?

“She doesn’t like needles.” Shrapnel leaned in to whisper to me.

Well that was a surprise.

“You’re one to talk. If I remember correctly, the only Med-X you’ll take is the one that comes in tablets.” Cog said with a smirk.

Shrapnel looked down at the floor and started pawing the carpet with a hoof. “Well I don’t like needles either.”

Cog continued teasing Shrapnel when the door opened and out came two zebras. The mare was balancing a trey with a bottle and a glass on her back while the stallion did this too, but he was also carrying a basket in his mouth.

The smell of oranges reached my nose and made my mouth water. They smelled incredible.
Shrapnel squeaked with delight as she began drinking her Sparkle-Cola through a straw. Occasionally she would blow back into the bottle causing it to fizz even more. She giggled every time she did it.

Saw completely ignored the glass and pressed the bottle to her head, lowering it occasionally to take a sip.

I thanked the zebra for the oranges and went right to work. They were very fresh and sweet. I offered them to the others. Saw didn’t want any; Cog took one, the rest I shared with Shrapnel.

“-lem. I leave this in your capable hooves.” I heard a smooth mares voice as the door we came through opened.

“I will take care of it at once.” The guard that escorted us bowed and turned away, leaving the mare who spoke first to enter alone.

I stared at her stunned. She was… beautiful. Zebras have slightly longer muzzles than ponies, and also slightly slanted eyes. This only served to make her look more exotic. She moved with feline grace and confidence. The silk dress she wore was designed so that the glyphs the zebras have in place of cutie marks, was left bare. Two ribbons of silk went over her shoulders and trailed behind her, and gently swayed in rhythm with her flanks… What’s wrong with me?!

I tried looking at something else, but she looked right at me with her pale-green eyes and smiled.

That smile completely emptied me head for a moment.

I managed to smile back awkwardly, blushing furiously. Determined to not let my eyes stray, I focused on her face. She wore jewelry as well, emerald earrings and a thin, intricate gold chain around her slender neck. Her mane was styled differently too. It was pulled back, the black and white formed wavy lines reaching down to her shoulders.

The zebras that brought us our refreshments looked at the stunning mare who gave them a curt nod. With that they bowed and left the room.

“Councilor Shiala.” Cog said as he got up from his chair. Saw didn’t bother to rise, but she did move to a sitting position rather than staying reclined. Shrapnel, in her usual way, just smiled and waved with a hoof while still holding her Sparkle-Cola and sipping it through her straw.

“Greetings Talon company!” Shiala beamed. “You are Cog correct?” She asked and Cog nodded. I could see his face going slightly red. “That means that you are Saw.”

“I am.” Saw answered lazily. She was doing her best to look unimpressed, and still managing to be somewhat respectful.

Shiala nodded satisfied then turned to Shrapnel. “And you are Shrapnel?”

Shrapnel nodded. “Yep! Nice to meet you!” She said cheerily, no surprise there. Shrapnel was Shrapnel. You need to have a huge gun strapped to your back to impress her.

Shiala frowned when she turned to me. I moved my hooves nervously as she approached. Had I done something to offend her? Whatever it was I was ready to apologize. I just couldn’t stand to let her be upset with me.

My heart started beating faster as she approached me. ”I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name.” She asked softly now standing very close to me, her eyes looking straight into my own. I could feel her warm breath, it had the pleasant smell of mint.

I stuttered trying to think of an answer. “I’m uhhh…” Come on! You know this one!

Cog, thankfully stepped in. “He’s name is Mist. He’s new. Joined us recently.” Yes exactly. What he said.

“Ah, I see.” The councilor nodded again. “A pleasure to meet you.” She said and smiled. Her eyes still holding me firmly rutted in place. That smile made my heart flutter and my tail twitch.
Rather than risk my tongue tripping over itself, I just nodded and smiled back.

“Excuse me, but how do you know our names?” Saw asked suspiciously. Cog shot her a look, but she ignored him. I too was a little upset with Saw’s tone, and the fact that Shiala had turned around to regard the yellow mare and was no longer looking at me.

Shiala smiled. “When we approached your company for this contract, your commander Razorwing said that she would be sending her best squad under the command of a famous veteran. I was intrigued and felt compelled to learn more.”

“Best squad?” Cog blinked in disbelief.

“Are you sure? That doesn’t sound like her. Usually she calls us a bunch of irresponsi-mhhhmhm.” Cog quickly jumped on Shrapnel and shoved one of his hooves into her mouth.

He smiled apologetically to the councilor who laughed merrily. Just listening to the sound of Shiala’s laughter made me smile too.

She continued smiling for a while longer as her eyes swept over all of us then the councilors face grew serious. “But where is the griffin IronClaw?” She looked about the room. “He didn’t come with you?”

“Ahhh no. There is an urgent matter that he has to see to.” Cog apologized.

Shiala looked concerned. “He is well I trust?” She relaxed noticeably when Cog nodded.

“Councilor Shiala, we brought the report of what we found.” He gestured to me and I levitated out the package. “Also I have some additional data in my PipBuck”

“That can wait for when we are all assembled. I’m interested in hearing your accounts of the event.” Shiala said as she motioned for me to hold on to the package.

Cog looked at all of us then nodded. “Alright. Well I guess I’ll start from the outpost we found. Mist had decided to join us and it’s a good thing too because he-”

“Councilor Shiala!”

The door slammed open and guards poured in. The mare that had led us to this room trotted up to the councilor.

“Councilor Shiala we have intruders in the palace.” The mare said and looked at us suspiciously. Silly me, here I thought nothing would go wrong today.

“Intruders?” Shiala asked in disbelief.

“We found one of the attendants with his throat slit. We need to make sure you are safe.” The mare explained hurriedly.

“What of Narath and Zden? Are Lapsi and Brinn safe?” Shiala asked breathlessly.

“Both councilor Brinn and councilor Lapsi are safe. They were reweaving correspondences at the time and were with their guards. They are safe.” The guard answered.

The councilor was relieved at hearing this. “What about Narath and Zden?”

“Councilor Zden hasn’t arrived at the palace yet. There is no reason to believe that he is in any danger.” The mare raised a hoof and moved it in circles above her head. At this sign the rest of the guards spread out around the room and started inspecting every inch.

“They wouldn’t be so foolish to try again so soon. No. They would.” Councilor Shiala seemed to be talking to herself then with a determined look she faced the guard again. “I believe they are attempting to assassinate Narath again. Where is he?” Before the guard answered Shiala turned to us. “Come. You may be of assistance.”

“Them?! Councilor! These ‘ponies’ could be involved!” The guard mare growled at us. The other guards started raising their weapons. Oh crap.

Shiala stepped between us and the enraged guard-mare. “I know these ponies.” I saw her eyes flicker to me, then back at the guard. “They aren’t responsible for this.” She’s worried. She knows Cog, Saw and Shrapnel, but not me.

“Fine.” The guard-mare grudgingly conceded. “Councilor Narath is in the west wing. He’s with his guard so I doubt the assassins will be any more successful than last time.” She then turned her head back to Cog and Saw. “You can help us search. Stay with the other guards and try not to get in the way.” She certainly wasn’t happy. Saw looked about ready to bite the mares head off, but unbelievably she didn’t do anything more than scowl.

The guards had escorted councilor Shiala to the room with the other two councilors, Brinn and Lapsi. They stationed even more guards there, and then pretty much ignored us.

We sat in the middle of a hall and watched as the guards moved left and right. Shiala asked had asked us to help, and here we are sitting around being useless. No one bothered to ask us to help, and if we started asking randomly we’d just be getting in the way.

They had the main entrance covered “Does this place have any back entrances?” I asked a passing guard.

He looked me over. “You’re those Talon mercs right. Yes, the palace has three back entrances. We have them covered.” That was just a polite way of saying ‘We have everything under control and we don’t need ponies getting in our way’.

“Mist, what are you thinking?” Cog asked as he joined me.

Trying to anticipate where the intruder or intruders would go. I had no idea if there could be more of them. “By now the assassins know that we know that they are here. They would probably want to retreat, so I’m thinking about were the exits would be.”

“Gotcha.” Cog started tapping buttons on his PipBuck. “Here look at this.” I did as he asked and looked at the PipBuck screen.

It’s just a bunch of green lines. What am I supposed to be seeing? Oh wait! That’s a map! It’s incomplete, but it gave me a good sense of what the palace looks like. It was mostly symmetrical.

“You don’t have a whole map?” I asked Cog and he shook his head.

“Haven’t been here before. The PipBuck logs only the places I’ve already visited.” Cog paused for a moment. “Maybe I could ask the guards to let me copy one of their maps?”

Good thinking. “Do it.” With that he trotted off down a hall.

It wasn’t long before he returned smiling. “They didn’t exactly let me, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them.” That does not sound good. “Alright have a look now.” He extended his hoof to me again.

The middle of the palace was occupied by a huge square. The PipBuck marked this as an audience chamber. Too big and too open. I spotted two hallways that passed behind the chamber. One led directly north, the one the guards probably have covered. That same hall cut into another that connected the east side to the west side of the palace, that hall ran parallel to the audience chamber.

This is bad. The palace was simply too big. A number of rooms connected to all of the halls. The assassins could be in any one of them, and let’s not forget about the upper floors. How many guards are there? Probably not enough to cover every room.

“Shrapnel could you go here?” I pointed to where the two halls cut into each other.

She nodded. “Sure.”

“Why there?” Cog asked turning to me.

“The guards are checking every room, we are going to councilor Narath. You have that EFS, you can see them coming. Shrapnel has it too.” I pointed to the same spot I shoved Shrapnel. “Right here, Shrapnel can easily spot anyone trying to get away. All three back entrances connect here. If they try to run away they have to get through there.”

Cog nodded. “Yeah, and if they have cloaks? What if they are Remnant?” I hope not. If they are than the councilor is probably already dead.

“Hey, where is Saw?” Shrapnel asked. I just blinked at her for a moment before realizing what she had said.

“She was here a moment ago.” Cog said looking around.

Where did she go? How did we get separated? “Shrapnel, you go where I told you. If you run into Saw tell her to stay with you. Cog, we have to find her.” Of all of us, Saw is the most lightly armed and armored. We need to find her fast!

I ran up to the first group of guards and asked them if they had seen a yellow earth pony mare, adding what she was wearing. One of the guards just scowled at Cog and me for interrupting their search, but a calmer guard mare said that she saw somepony like that on the second floor in the west wing. I thanked her than quickly asked if they found any sign of this assassin.

“No, but we did find two more bodies. Our own this time.” The mare said, her tone dead serious. She ignored the stares her companions were giving her. Obviously they didn’t like that she shared this with us.

“Our own? Guards were killed?” Cog asked shaking his head in disbelief.

“How were they-” I started to ask.

“Shot in the head.” The mare answered and looked to her companions. They had started to move ahead without her.

“And no one heard?” Cog asked incredulous.

“Silencers.” I answered and the mare nodded.

“We think so too.” She said irritably looking over our shoulders to where her friends had gone. She was anxious to rejoin them in their search.

“Do you know if it’s a single assassin, or are there more of them?” I asked quickly.

“We think it’s only one assassin. Look, I need to be going.” She said as she started moving past us. I didn’t try to stop her. We were lucky we got that much out of her.

“One assassin.” Cog said turning to me. “And he or she is giving them this much trouble? You’d think it wouldn’t be so hard to find one zebra.”

He thinks it’s a zebra? I guess it makes sense seeing as how the last assassination was attempted by that Viper gang. But something still doesn’t make sense. Why are they so determined to kill Narath? He’s a supporter of this servitude they have going here. Ponies mostly fall into this, so why do the Vipers care?

“You could, be right. Maybe we are dealing with a Remnant assassin.” I told Cog.

“Maybe, but why would they? Narath is popular. Killing him won’t help them make any friends?” Cog shook his head. “Aghh! This is such a mess!”

A few more guards trotted past us as we came to a staircase. Cog was right, it is a mess. I couldn’t think of any way to stop it. If the assassin is cloaked than there is no way to know for sure until he or she acts.

A few zebra guards were talking, but became silent once we reached the top of the stairs. They eyed us suspiciously and moved on to inspect a room, weapons drawn and ready. They were going to be no help at all.

I suddenly realized something, and I wanted to slap myself for not noticing it sooner. The assassin killed one of the staff, then two guards. Sloppy. Too sloppy for a Remnant assassin. Of all the things Zaeryl taught me, I never believed that Remnant assassination techniques would be useful for something like this. If the Remnant have someone they want to kill stealthily, they send one assassin. Two at the most, the other acts as a spotter and helps find and confirm the target. They only send squads if they want to eliminate a lot of enemies quickly, and with little collateral damage.

“Mist.”

It could be that this assassin just got his hooves on a stealth cloak and isn’t a trained Remnant. That must be it. The three he’s killed probably spotted him, and the assassin had to kill them.

“Mist!” Cog shouted and snapped me back to reality.

“What?” I asked and looked around and noticed that we were passing by what appeared o be a balcony. I stopped to look over the railings.

“You looked like you phased out or something.” He asked concerned.

“I’ve been thinking. Listen, you go ahead and find Narath. Help keep him safe.” I said as I looked down from the balcony. From here I could see the entirety of the audience chamber. Directly across was another balcony and there I saw more zebra guards walking by. “This is where they meet with diplomats?”

“Yeah, mostly those from the embassies.” Cog answered.

I could feel his eyes on me. If I were an assassins, this would be the perfect place to take the shoot. A nice view of everything, especially the five adorned seats which I had no doubt were occupied by the council. I wonder who sat in the middle. The Remnant would just have to wait for someone to want to speak to the council, or they themselves could demand to see them. The problem would be the guards. No doubt they used this same balcony to keep an eye out for trouble, but a skilled assassin could sit right next to them while cloaked and they would never know the difference. They would be expecting trouble from down below, not from above.

I chill went down my spine as I realized what I was thinking. I was just thinking of a way to assassinate someone! What’s wrong with me?! Alright I was just trying to put myself in their hooves to try and guess what the assassin’s next move might be.

I pulled out my cloak and started fastening the clasp around my neck.

“What are you doing?” Cog asked his concern rising.

“I need to observe. This assassin is too careless to be Remnant, but he might be wearing a stealth cloak. I’m guessing he doesn’t know how to properly use one otherwise he wouldn’t have had to kill those guards. I’ll try to find him.” I explained, and hopefully I won’t get myself shot.

Cog nodded and started grinning. “You know, you’re not half bad at this?”

“At what?” I asked arching an eyebrow.

“Planning.” He said

I would hardly call this a plan. I’m just guessing and hoping that I’m right, and hoping that I’ll get lucky. I pulled the hood up and tapped the gem at my neck.

“I’m off, I’ll try to find Narath and help keep him safe. You take care of yourself too alright.” Cog said as turned and trotted ahead.

I went with him for a little while then turned left into a room. There was a guard inside, and he was checking every inch of the room. Inside a cabinet, under the table, he was being thorough. I stayed as quiet as I could be and observed.

Soon another guard poked his head through the door. “This room clear?” He asked and the other nodded.

“Whoever he is, he’s good. Much better than the last one.” The guard muttered while stepping out from behind the desk.

“We’ll find him.” The one that had come to check in, reassured his friend and they both left. I silently followed.

As the two of them walked they talked, but didn’t say anything useful or anything that I haven’t heard before. Except that the situation isn’t as under control as they would have us believe. The guard captain was worried. The assassin had managed to get a few shots at the councilor, but luckily he missed. The guards gave chase, but the assassin had managed to wound one of them and escape. One of the zebra in front of me mentioned a lockdown, which I guessed meant that they weren’t letting anyone into the palace at the moment.

I overheard that their orders were to always be with a partner. No one was to walk alone. That made sense, but one of the guards objected saying that now they wouldn’t be able to cover as much ground.

A sudden sound of gunfire made us all stop.

“What the-“ The guard didn’t finish his sentence, instead he turned around to the source of a new sound.

Hearing the drumming of hooves I turned around to see four zebra guards rushing directly at the two. I cursed silently and hugged a wall. As they rushed pass I felt the rush of air tug at my cloak. Please, please don’t let them notice me. Under the cloak you are only completely invisible while standing still, or moving fluidly. Jerking movements made the cloak shimmer.

A quick thank you to Celestia and Luna for my luck holding out, and not getting discovered. I listened in as the new arrivals talked in a rush.

“Come on! Get ready!” One of the zebras yelled as he rushed past the two I was following. The rest of the guards were ready to fight. They had bits in their mouths that connected to the guns on the saddles they wore.

I grabbed hold of my rifle with my magic to steady it as I ran after the guards. We turned right and continued down another hall.

A head of us there were two zebra guards, a mare and a stallion. The mare was lying in a spreading pool of blood with the stallion standing over her protectively. As soon as he saw us he pointed with a hoof further down the hall.

“There! Keep going, don’t let him get away.” He shouted.

The guards redoubled their speed and went to where the guard was pointing. I slowed down and was about to turn off my cloak to help the mare when I saw the guard smiling smugly as he stepped over the corpse and headed down another hall.

I was wrong! It wasn’t an assassin wearing a stealth cloak, he was pretending to be one of the guards! I rushed after the zebra.

I didn’t bother trying to shot him. His armor looked thick and right now I couldn’t remember if I had the armor piercing rounds loaded, but also it would be better if I caught him.

From the deliberate and precise way he moved and chose through which rooms to go to, it was easy to see that he was very familiar with the layout of the palace. If I lost sight of him, not only would an assassin still be on the loose, but I would be completely lost in this maze of hallways.

My heart hammered in my chest as I kept pace. I prayed that he stopped soon because I didn’t have the stamina to chase after him for much longer.

The fake guard skidded to a halt and I did as well, readying my rifle. To my surprise we were on the balcony again, but this time on the opposite end. He motioned to three other guards that were standing there, and they waved back in response. One of the guards was standing on his rear hooves, and raising a rifle. He was aiming across at the other balcony. I turned to see what he was trying to shoot, and to my horror I saw quite a number of guards there with one zebra in the middle. The guards were focused on protecting their front and back leaving their left flanks open to fire.

The fact that all of them wore armor save for the one in the middle, who was wearing embroidered clothes and a cape, left no doubt in my mind that that was councilor Narath.

I aimed at the shooter with my rifle and fired three bullets right at his exposed head. One missed, but the other two found their mark. I had to act fast now. Not only was I wrong about there being an assassin wearing a stealth cloak, but I was also wrong in thinking that he was working alone.

“What the hell.” The zebra I was following started to turn around.

I let loose another volley into his back and flank. He grunted and staggered forward, but didn’t go down. His armor had absorbed the worst. Damn it! Just my luck to have regular bullets loaded instead of armor piercing. I saw the other two mares stare in my direction, eyes wide and mouth gaping. She was probably wondering who was shooting. I raised my rifle and aimed at her, but caught sight of her partner in the corner of my eye.

The other mare had recovered more quickly and turned her attention back across the balcony choosing to ignore the unknown threat. She bit down on a bit in front of her mouth, and the two guns on either side of her roared.

I tried to adjust my aim to take her out before she could kill the councilor. I fired, but missed as I lurched back in time to avoid getting shot by her partner who was firing blindly in my direction.

The whole place rang with gunfire as the guards on the other side started firing back.

I hit the floor and while lying on my back I tried to fire at the mare who was intent on filling every inch of the space in front of her with holes. The mare’s eyes went wide with shock, the cloak had managed to slip off of me somewhat and now she could see the black Kevlar armor that I wore. Managing only grazing wounds since I couldn’t aim properly, I didn’t kill her. The mare started panicking and bolted, running past the other mare and getting hit by a few rounds that flew from the other balcony.

The stallion I shot started screaming as the guards from the other balcony filled him with bullets. I could clearly see sparks fly as some of the bullets ricocheted off his armor while others were burying themselves into the protective metal. These weren’t armor piercing rounds either, but the sheer overwhelming amount of them chipped and tore at the zebra. He fell to the floor, shuddered and was still.

Still on my back I watched as the battle unfolded.

The other mare also screamed and reared up on her hindhooves, firing wildly at the ceiling as bullets tore at her chest and stomach. Her screams turned into a horrible wet gurgle as one bullet hit her in the throat. The mare kicked out feebly with her hooves as she toppled over on her back, her head turned in my direction.

“Stay with the councilor! You, you and you, with me!” I heard someone yell from the other balcony. I rolled over onto my stomach and turned around in the direction the other mare had escaped. I felt my hood slip off when I rolled, and I went to pull it back up when I locked eyes with the dying mare.

Her lips moved soundlessly. She seemed to be saying ‘Help me, please’. I shivered at the look in her eyes. She was so scared, scared of death it overwhelmed me. I wanted to help her, I did. But there was nothing I could do. Even if I gave her a potion her throat was torn open, and there was so much blood… so much blood.

Her chest rose and fell ever more weakly as blood poured out of the many holes that had been punched in her armor. This was horrible. It would have been better if I was angry, but I wasn’t. My head was clear, there wasn’t any reason for me to be angry. I don’t know these zebras, the guards or the councilor. I felt bad about them dying and I understood what problems the councilor’s death would cause, but I don’t have a personal stake in this.

A terrible feeling of shame came over me. I can’t be this callous, this indifferent. I have to care. I looked back at the mare, but the light had already gone out from her eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered and pulled my hood back up and started for the door after the only assassin that still lived.

The image of the dying mare stayed with me. I couldn’t shake it. Why was her death affecting me so strongly. I killed Remnant. I killed that slaver and that defenseless pony and I nearly killed Santir, so why?!

I didn’t have to think about it much, the answers came on their own. Because the Remnant are trained, trained to die if necessary. I regretted killing the slaver, Celestia knows why, but I do. The mad pony I killed because it was necessary, but my reasons at the time were selfish. I still hate Santir, but I’m glad I didn’t kill him. I would have regretted that too if Amber hadn’t stopped me. I really need to talk to her.

Maybe what made it easier was that they had died quickly? A bullet to the head, quick, clean. They didn’t have to feel themselves slip away. I remembered the pink necromantic cloud that nearly killed me. The horrible pain, and then the numbing cold.

All of these thoughts vanished from my mind when I saw the mare I was running after suddenly before me. I was coming at her from her left, still hidden from sight by the cloak. She raised her rifle in front of her and I did the same. I aimed at her hooves, hoping to cripple her.

I pulled the trigger and nothing happened. I forgot to reload?! Damn it! If I had been focused instead of letting my mind wonder, I would have remembered to switch to a fresh magazine.
Frantically I removed the empty one, but before I could reload I saw her taking aim at Cog, his back was turned to her.

Damn it! Reaching out with my magic, and grabbing the barrel of her gun I tried pushing it away.

The assassin had pulled the trigger, but I managed to redirect the gun enough for her to miss Cog. I focused my magic on her gun to try and wrest it away from her, but she had recovered from the initial shock of having the gun suddenly move on its own and now held on tighter.

It didn’t matter because I had reached her, and now I could use my hooves. Bringing my right forehoof down on the butt of her rifle while at the same time moving my left hoof up to the guns barred, I managed to send the weapon twirling into the air.

She gaped at the floating pair of disembodied hooves, eyes wide with fear. Taking advantage of her confusion I dropped back on my left side and bucked her in the stomach.

“Remnant!”

Someone shouted and instantly my ears stood erect. The Remnant are here! So they are involved! Maybe they intended to use these assassins as a diversion. I desperately looked around for any signs of shimmering cloaks.

“No wait he isn’t-“ I heard Cog say before my shoulder exploded with pain. It dawned on me. They think that I’m a Remnant assassin.

I scraped at the stone floor with my remaining good forehoof, as I tried to get away while bullets whizzed pass my head.

The sudden movement sent my cloak whipping above me and all concealment was lost. A scream tore itself free from my mouth as pain shot up my rear hoof. I felt the bite of a bullet just beneath my cutie mark. Another bullet hit my leg but it mercifully bounced off the protective plate. It did however felt like I’ve been struck by a hammer.

“Damn it! Wait!” Cog shouted again and I could hear hooves clattering.

Managing only a few more steps I collapsed to the floor and turned my head around to see my attacker.

It was another mare, she wore guard armor too. I wonder if she’s was working for the assassins. The mare had a look of confusion, hate and fear on her face as she approached my prone form.

From the corner of my eye I could see Cog rushing to stop her. He wouldn’t make it in time. But the mare hesitated while looking down the sights of her rifle. My magic gripped the pistol holstered to my chest. I’ll just roll to the left, bring up my pistol and pray that I’m quicker than her.

“Hold your fire!” A clear voice cut in before I had a chance to try out my plan.

The mare looked nervously to her left than back at me. She didn’t lover her rifle, but she looked less inclined to shoot me. Cog skidded to a halt beside the mare then gently placed a hoof on her rifle and lowered it.

“Sir, his wearing-“ The mare began.

“Unless the Remnant started recruiting ponies, I doubt this one means us harm.” I wasn’t that surprised to find that the speaker was councilor Narath. The richly dressed zebra confidently strode towards us, his guards flanking him. I was surprised to see Saw walking beside him.

Instead of my pistol I redirected my concentration on finding a potion. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and every movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my wounded shoulder and leg. The mess in my saddlebags didn’t help either.

Cog appeared beside me and levitated one of his potions to me. I took it and thanked the unicorn before quickly drinking the potion.

Ohhhh blessed relief! The pain started fading moments after I emptied the bottle.

“Hold on let me see.” Saw suddenly appeared beside Cog as she started examining my wounds.

“Will he be alright?” Narath asked as he approached to look at me, he looked genuinely concerned.

“He’ll be fine. Lucky this trigger-happy idiot knew when to stop shooting.” Saw sneered at the zebra guard who had shot me.

The mare shifted uneasily. She looked both outraged and sorry, but from the apologetic way she was looking at Narath I’d guess she was more sorry that she had almost killed someone who the councilor would want alive, rather than being sorry for actually shooting me.

I looked at Narath and noticed that his clothes had a few holes in them and they were visibly darker, Signs of dried blood. But the zebra looked healthy.

“Are you-Oww!” I winced as Saw poked at the sensitive wound beneath my cutie mark. The potion hadn’t healed that one completely.

“Quit being such a baby.” She scolded me and placed a bandage over the wound.

I turned back to the councilor again. “Are you alright?” The assassins had managed to hit him.

Narath followed my gaze to his side then shook his head. “I am thanks to this wonderful mare.” He smiled and gestured elegantly with a hoof to my left. That was the first time I saw Saw blush.

“Yeah, well you should have been paying attention.” Saw said trying to sound like uncaring. Next to her I Could see Cog grinning from ear to ear, and I groaned. They’ll be at each other’s throats in no time.

“You should rest. You’re still hurt.” Narath said misunderstanding my groan for one of pain.

“No. I’m fine.” I really was feeling much better, especially when I checked my cloak and saw that it was somehow miraculously undamaged.

The sudden sound of hooves turned heads as a guard rushed to us.

“Councilor the intruder has been caught.” The zebra let out in a rush. “She ummm… fired at the mare in armor and she ummm tackled her and is now holding her pined.” The zebra shifted his hooves nervously.

I think I know who he meant when he said mare in armor. It’s good that at least one part of my ‘plan’ worked out how it was supposed to.

“Good. Captain I leave the interrogation to you.” Narath said coolly nodding to one of the guards his face had a look of complete contempt, than he turned to us and smiled. The transition from serious to relaxed was so swift it left no doubt that despite his arrogant attitude Narath was in full control of his emotions. “Now, shall we go somewhere more private and comfortable?” He asked.

*** *** ***

After Shrapnel had rejoined us, we were escorted into a room which was more lavish than the one where we originally waited. Shiala was already there waiting for us, her face brightened when she saw us.

“It’s good to see that everyone is alright.” She said smiling.

“Yes and it looks like you were right. The Talons were indeed useful in stopping the assassination and helping us catch one of the assassins.” Narath said as he strode forward and gestured for us to take a seat.

“You take unnecessary risks. Do you enjoy putting your life in danger?” Shiala scolded Narath to which he just shrugged and smiled.

“Perhaps a little. It livens things up, and besides I was never in any real danger. I have full confidence in our guard, and with the Talons here” He gestured to us while pouring himself a glass of wine from a nearby table. “I was completely safe.”

It was easy to see why he was so popular. His relaxed attitude, always in control, and Narath seemed to exude confidence. He inspires those who serve him. Failure is a word which he doesn’t know the meaning of.

“You should listen to the mare. She speaks sense. What is this the second time you were almost assassinated? Remember that saying ‘third time’s the charm’.” A much rougher and deeper voice spoke and we all turned to see who it belonged to.

The speaker was an older zebra wearing cloak and armor. The cloak wasn’t a stealth cloak, but an ordinary one, it had no gem. The armor was old, but well maintained and it had zebra glyphs etched onto its protective plates. His mane was cut short showing more grey than black and white.

“So good of you to join us Zden.” Narath said with just a hint of annoyance in his voice.

The zebras, councilor Zden’s steely gaze swept over me and my friends, a look of pure contempt on his face.

“Ah-hem.” Shiala cleared her throat then gestured to Cog, Shrapnel, Saw and me in a sweeping motion of her hoof. “These are-“

“I know who they are. Can we move on to the matter at hoof?” Zden huffed. “Why are we even wasting time with these ponies? We paid them already and they’ve brought us the report, haven’t they? Mercenaries have no interest beyond the next contract and payment.”

Shiala glared at the older zebra, shocked by his tone. I wasn’t, but I expected more understanding from someone of his position.

“What’s wrong?” Shrapnel nudged me. Cog and Saw were looking confusedly at me. What?

“Hah!” Narath barked a laugh, his bright blue eyes fixed on me and sparkling with amusement. “It looks like you will have to guard your tongue more carefully my old friend.” He said to the older zebra who looked confused like my friends were.

“You understand me?” Zden asked me.

“Yes, of course I do. Why? Is there some reason why should not?” I asked the old zebra.

He arched his neck back in surprise, and then I realized that he had switched to the zebras native language when he insulted me and my friends.

Narath laughed again as his fellow councilors face went red.

“If you understand our language then you should have said so. Whoever taught you, neglected to teach you manners.” Zden hissed.

What?! Manners? I don’t have manners?! He insulted us! And I’m still not hearing an apology! I opened my mouth to give the old zebra a piece of my mind when I saw Cog shake his head.

I held my tongue. “I’m sorry.” I said.

“He could teach you a lesson in humility. Mist is it?” Narath said looking at the old zebra. “And you are the one who needs to apologize.”

Zden was getting ready to answer the provocation but Shiala cut them short.

“Enough!” She said in a commanding tone. “This behavior is unbecoming of you both.” Then in a more calm voice she continued. “I called them here because words on paper are no substitute for firsthoof experience, and we may need something clarified.”

“Fine.” Zden grumbled. “But before we begin, is there anything else we should know? Do you have any other… unusual skills?” He eyed me suspiciously.

Well that depends on what you consider unusual.

“He is trained in the Fallen Caesar style.” Narath said and watched the shocked face of the old zebra with amusement.

I was shocked too. How did he know?

“The guard that shot you told me.” He said as if reading my thoughts. Okay that was weird. Narath is very perceptive, and because of that I felt like I had to be on my guard around him.

“And who taught you Remnant fighting techniques?” Zden asked.

“A shaman.” I answered simply, and fully expected their shocked reaction. Even Narath was caught off guard, and it felt good seeing the confident zebra shaken.

“Does this shaman have a name?” Zden continued.

I considered not telling them, but I already admitted that it was a shaman and not some rogue Remnant. Alright technically she was that too.

“Zaeryl.” I chose to be honest. Shiala and Narath didn’t recognize the name or they gave no indication of it. Zden on the other hoof looked like he’d seen a ghost.

He’s heard of her? Yes he definitely has. Maybe he even met her. I was suddenly overcome by curiosity and wanted to question the zebra about my teacher and foster parent.

“You know her?” I asked leaning from my seated position. Saw and Cog looked at me with concern, only Shrapnel looked on with innocent curiosity.

Shiala and Narath both turned to the old councilor expectantly.

“We… crossed paths.” Zden managed and gave me a searching look, his face a grim mask, then suddenly he went back to his old irritable self. “Fine! Let’s hear out the mercenaries and be done with it.” He barked and went to pour himself a glass of wine.

He knows something. I really wanted to ask the old councilor about my teacher, but he looked determined to move on.

Shiala and Narath continued looking at him for a while longer before turning back to us.

“Now, Cog. If you will.” Shiala said smiling at Cog.

The green unicorn cleared his throat and took a moment to gather his thoughts. At first I thought it odd how Shiala wanted to hear us before when we were alone, but it made sense with the way Narath and Zden were acting. The two councilors reminded me of Saw and Cog.

The council listened carefully to what Cog had to say, interrupting only ask a question or a clarification. I helped Cog with any details that might have slipped his mind. The mention of the megaspell drew concerned looks from the councilors. Saw and Shrapnel explained what happened on their side while we were separated.

“That was some tale you just told. I’m not fully convinced about the giant worm though.” Zden said after Cog had finished speaking.

“It’s too unbelievable for them to lie about.” Narath stated.

“We should leave the discussion of legends for another time. Their mission was the weapon. The megaspell.” Shiala said.

“It’s a shame it was destroyed, or used as the case may be.” Narath mused. “We could have used it to keep both the Remnant and the Separatists at bay.”

“No, too dangerous. It’s good that it’s gone. With it Vostoris might have been seen as a threat, and we don’t need any ideas of an alliance between the Separatists and Remnant popping into the Caesars and the General’s heads.” Zden said strangely calm.

“As if that could ever happen.” Narath snorted. The two councilors surprised me, I actually expected the opposite from them.

“And what of the facility?” Zden asked looking at Cog. “Is it still operational?” Cog and I exchanged looks.

“It still works, sort of.” Cog said scratching the back of his head with a hoof.

“We left it open when we escaped.” I said thinking about the massive doors on the garage we used to exit Prometheus, Cog winced.

“Y-You WHAT!” Zden sputtered. “They could be regrouping and making another one as we speak!”

“Calm down Zden.” Shiala said in a soft tone.

Narath didn’t look troubled in the least. “If they left the hatch open then the place is a tomb by now. All that sand being moved by the wind would have slipped inside. Besides the facility was clearly used as a testing area. They only had one megaspell, damaged I might add. It’s safe to assume that they don’t have the resources to make a new one.” The councilor stated confidently.

“Resources aside, Zaxis was there helping them. It would be a fair assumption that they lacked the knowledge to create a new megaspell.” Shiala added reasonably.

They were right. The only megaspell there was that damaged one, and Prometheus was used for research not making new weapons. That much was clear from what we found there.

“That doesn’t mean that there aren’t any more of the blasted things out there.” Zden pointed out.

“No, of course not.” Shiala said. “And we must do all we can to track down as many of them as we can. But for now there is one less to worry about.”

More megaspells? Ughhh… I think I feel another headache coming. How? Why would the zebras create something so powerful? I knew why, but I constantly find myself asking.

“How did you find out about the megaspell in the first place?” Saw asked with a scrutinizing look at the three zebras.

“We have our sources.” Shiala said and smiled coyly. Sources from within the Separatists?

“And the Remnant?” Cog asked.

This time Shiala’s face looked grim. “Unfortunately the Remnant have proven better at guarding their secrets. What we do learn of their activities is mostly from the Talons, from you.”

That was actually clever. The Talons get to earn more caps working for the Remnant, and anything they learn about the Remnant’s activities they report to the council. The council stays one step ahead of them and is able to remain neutral.

“If that is all we have private matters to discuss in light of the information you gave us.” Zden said hinting that it was time for us to leave.

I had already given them the package, and now I looked to Cog to see if there was anything else that we needed to do. There wasn’t.

Cog hopped off from where he was sitting, and gave a polite little bow to the council. “Thank you for seeing us.”

“We hope to see you again, and look forward to enlisting your services.” Shiala said politely smiling. Zden appeared to be ignoring us.

Narath flashed a smile. “I think I’ll take a little walk with our new friends. At least to the gate of the palace.”

Shiala narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the councilor. “Be careful. The assassins failed again, but you should not push your luck.” She warned.

Zden rolled his eyes. “Getting shot hasn’t brought back any sense to that big head of yours.”

Narath shrugged. “You stay and hide if you want, I have no intention of letting myself be intimidated.”

One of Zden’s eyes twitched, and he grumbled something.

“Shall we go?” Narath gestured to the door we came in through, I nodded and we left.

I turned to Shrapnel who was unusually quiet during the meeting, but she looked her usual happy self. “Are you alright? You’ve been very quiet?”

“Sure I am. I just thought I should let the smart ponies talk.” She paused for a moment. “And smart zebras.”

“If only we were as smart as you make us out to be.” Narath told Shrapnel. “Which reminds me, I owe you a debt for catching that assassin. It’s the first chance we have at learning some details about these attackers.” He said inclining his head to Shrapnel.

“It’s alright.” Shrapnel said smiling. “Mist is the one who told me where to wait in case someone suspicious came.”

“Did he now?” Narath asked with exaggerated surprise to which Shrapnel excitedly nodded. He then turned to me. “Strange that you would take charge like that, having only been working with the Talons for a few days.” Then with an easygoing smile and a searching look in his eyes, he added. “Eager to move up in the ranks?”

I shook my head, taken aback by his word. Certainly not! I just wanted to help catch the assassin. I’m no leader. Narath didn’t seem to believe me.

“Do you have any idea who would want to kill you?” Cog asked after a while.

“Many would want to, I imagine.” The councilor replied and smiled proudly. Why would he be proud of something like that?

“That’s an odd thing to be happy about.” Saw said noting his smile.

“It’s a sign.” Narath answered expecting the question. “A sign that I’m making an impact, otherwise I would be left in peace.” That may be, but I had a feeling that he enjoyed the attention for more private reasons.

We turned a corner and were heading down the stairs when Shrapnel finally spoke up. “Is it true what the mare on the radio says? That the Vipers are attacking you because you keep ponies as slaves?”

“I do not keep anyone as a slave.” Narath bristled.

“But ponies are being treated like slaves, aren’t they?” I asked knowing that it wasn’t exactly like that. Cog had explained it to me, but I wanted to hear Narath’s explanation.

Narath grimaced, suddenly looking very tired. “They’re not slaves. Indentured servitude is nothing like slavery, and it’s the best solution we have at the moment.” He sighed. “You have to understand that zebras are still getting used to having ponies around them.” He sighed and looked at my pleadingly. The sad look in his eyes made me feel guilty.

“It’s unfortunate but true that ponies are mostly subject to this. I wish it weren’t so, but we must move carefully. Zebras have finally started to see past old hatreds and superstition, but is a slow process which takes time.” The councilor sighed again. ”You wouldn’t believe what I had to deal with when I brought the subject of indentured servitude to Zden and Shiala.”

“Really? How did they react?” Cog asked before I could.

“Zden just wanted all ponies gone.” Narath explained and then noticing our appalled looks clarified. “No, not in that sense! He merely wishes that all the ponies in Zevrass pick up and leave. Go back to Equestria.”

I sighed with relief. From what I saw it was clear that he had nothing but contempt for ponies. Luckily the councilor didn’t go to extremes like the Remnant.

“What about Shiala? Uhh… Councilor Shiala? She didn’t seem to have a… dislike for ponies.” Cog continued.

“Dislike! Ha!” Narath laughed suddenly and all eyes turned to him. ”Shiala is enamored with your kind!” Well that’s good. At least one councilor is completely on the side of ponies.

Narath continued laughing softly and shaking his head. “I think she’s developing an unhealthy obsession with ponies.” That’s probably not so good. Now I couldn’t put the thought out of my head that Shiala had, indeed seemed a little too friendly when we first met.

“Back to the original question. You think the Vipers are behind the attack, you stated it on the radio. Why? And why the hell pretend to be fighting for pony rights?” Saw asked taking a sudden interest.

“Ah yes. Zina.” Narath said with a wistful look in his eyes. “Yes I gave her an interview, and I was honest about what I said. I believe they want me gone out of the simple reason that I’m in their way. Helping ponies is just an excuse to create conflict.”

“You told her about the assassination?” I asked puzzled?

“Of course. I intend to tell her about this one too.” He answered calmly.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Saw asked arching her neck back, looking confused.

“Discrediting my attackers.” Narath answered simply. “They lose support with every failure.” But doesn’t that also mean that his guard would be more relaxed, leaving a greater opening for an attack? He’s reckless, and I just hope his luck holds out.

“And you have a reason to speak with Zina again.” Cog said smiling knowingly.

Narath returned the smile. “She is a remarkable mare of unshakable integrity, and untamable spirit. She intrigues me.”

“Suuure. Her spirit intrigues you.” Saw said dryly rolling her eyes, clearly meaning that it wasn’t the spirit the councilor was interested in. Uhhh… no comment. I’ve never seen the mare.

“You jelly?” Cog quipped then hopped out of the way of Saw’s hoof.

I turned to Shrapnel to clarify what Cog had meant, but the armored mare just shrugged. “Maybe she’s hungry?”

Narath didn’t seem to hear the exchange as he continued to walk ahead, still wearing his easy smile.

Guards snapped to attention as we passed, a few of them falling in line as we walked. We had exited the palace and were now in the garden following the path which leads to the main gate. I decided to remove my cloak again and put it back into my saddlebags.

At the gate Narath stopped and addressed us.

“Once again I thank you for your assistance. You can be sure that it is noted and that we will be sure to call upon the Talons should the need arise.” Then in a less formal tone the charismatic zebra said. “It’s also been a personal pleasure to meat such interesting individuals. You’ve certainly livened things up!” He flashed a disarming smile at us.

We said our goodbyes and wished the councilor well before turning for the gate.

Making our way down one of the wider streets, heading back to the Talon base, Saw and Cog argued heatedly all the way. I didn’t pay attention to their arguing, too intent on my own thoughts. Shrapnel and her infectious happiness kept my spirits up. This didn’t last long, as it only made me worry more about the problem Narath had made me realize when he brought up my position with the Talons. ‘They won’t be happy.’ I thought as I looked up at my friends and felt weighed down by sadness.

*** *** ***

“It may not be the best time.” Sky said as he hovered in front of us.

“Why?” Cog asked tilting his head.

Sky looked at the ceiling and rubbed his hooves together nervously. “Let’s say that both fur, and feathers are flying right now.” When none of us responded Sky sighed. “They’re at each other’s throats. I barely got out with my head on my shoulders.”

When we arrived, we had intended to report to IronClaw, but Sky caught us halfway up the stairs. IronClaw and Razorwing were having an argument.

“What’s got them so pissed?” Saw asked.

“Lizzie hasn’t reported back yet.” Sky explained frowning. “We’ve lost too many.” He added in a whisper, shaking his head.

“You don’t think they’ll really hurt each other do you?” Shrapnel asked worried.

Sky looked back up the stairs then back at us, his face pale. “Alright follow me, but stay quiet. We won’t disturb them unless we hear gunshots.” He landed and motioned with a hoof for us to follow.

The small hall was empty as we stalked slowly, already shouting could be heard. Not a good sign.

“-your damn fault! Why didn’t you take command!?” I recognized the voice. It belonged to Razorwing.

We approached the door to her office carefully, and stopped once we were close to it.

“You know that I couldn’t! We’ve been over this!” IronClaw shouted back, but his voice was more controlled, raised in an attempt to be heard more than in anger.

“Don’t give me that shit!” Razor screamed, and there was a loud thump that made us flinch. I moved to the door, but Sky stopped me shaking his head.

“You! You were supposed to…” Razor’s voice trailed off quietly. I thought I could hear IronClaw talking now, his voice soft. “Get out of my sight. Get out!” Razor yelled suddenly.

We heard the doorknob turn, and scrambled back to make it look like we had just made it up the stairs. We failed miserably.

IronClaw came out and stopped when he saw us, his face looking grim. I was honestly scared. That or I suddenly developed a kink in my knees that made them twitch. He stood there glaring at us, but I had a feeling his mind was elsewhere.

A sigh came from the office. “Sky! Get your rump in here!” Razor shouted suddenly.

“Y-Yes ma’am!” Sky stammered and trotted past IronClaw, his wing drooping. I prayed to Celestia for him.

When he had entered IronClaw closed the door with a flick of his talon then walked past us.

“Report.” He said as he headed for the stairs. IronClaw had calmed down and was once again his usual stoic self.

“We delivered the info on the Separatist, but…” Cog began and stopped. He was reluctant to distress the griffin any more right now.

“They tried to kill Narath again.” Saw stated flatly. IronClaw stopped and turned around to look at us. “We stopped them though. Even caught one of them.” She added and the griffin visibly relaxed. I felt sad for him. IronClaw looked so tired right now, and there was a look of torment in his golden eyes. It probably had something to do with his argument with Razor. I wanted to ask, but thought it best to leave him alone.

“Are you alright?” Shrapnel asked the griffin with concern, voicing all of our concern.

He looked at the armored mare and his eyes softened. “Yes. I’m alright.” The tension seemed to leave his body for a moment and he looked completely relaxed. I couldn’t help but stare. He looked so uncharacteristically calm and at peace. The moment was a short one.

“We need to get ready. Reload and restock, we head out tomorrow.” He said, face once again serious and focused.

We were back on the ground floor, in the big reception area, and headed for the armory. I stopped, very nervous at what was about to come.

The others moved ahead a few more steps before they realized that I wasn’t following. They turned to face me, confusion etched clearly on their face. Except IronCaw who seemed to know what was going on, but he kept silent.

I took a deep breath. “I’m not going.”

Saw was the first to recover from the shock, but she didn’t say anything.

“What do you mean you’re not going?” Cog asked than smiled nervously. “You’re just pulling my tail. You’re going.” I shook my head, and his ears dropped.

The hardest part was watching Shrapnel. Her eyes grew big and so terribly sad.

“I have to talk to Amber, maybe see a little more of Vostoris than move on.” Come on, please understand. “I have to go home and visit a friend too.” And one that’s no longer among us.

IronClaw remained silent, but nodded in understanding. “We could use your help, but I understand.”

“What?!” Cog looked at the griffin. “Boss! You can’t just… He’s our friend. Tell him to stay.” Cog insisted. My heart was tearing. The fact that the cared so much meant more to me than they could ever possibly know.

IronClaw looked at the unicorn as if he were about to lecture a foal. “Not being together doesn’t mean that your friendship has come to an end. He is his own pony and has to make his own choices. Mist isn’t under my command anymore, and even if he were I wouldn’t stop him.”

I breathed a bit easier. I nodded my gratitude to the griffin, and he nodded back in understanding.

“But-“ Cog pressed.

“Let it go! For fucks sake you’re not joined at the flank.” Saw snapped, and then turned to me. “Take care f yourself Mist, and don’t go dying on me you hear!” She said feigning irritation, I could see that my leaving bothered her too.

I nodded to Saw and she turned down the hall satisfied. Shrapnel walked up to me, her eyes filmed over with tears. I felt another pang of pain in my heart. She wrapped her armored hooves around me in a fierce hug which left me breathless.

“You’ll come and see us again right? You’ll go on missions with us?” She asked her voice breaking.

I didn’t need to even think about it. “Of course.” I said and patted her on the back. “This isn’t goodbye forever.” I thought for a moment. “More like see you later.”

Shrapnel still looked sad, but she smiled at least. When she turned away IronClaw walked up to me and extended his left talon, I offered my hoof. He shook it. “Do what you have to, but stay safe and remember, the Talons got your back.” He said while locking me in his intense gaze before turning to leave.

Cog remained rubbing his head awkwardly with a hoof. “What will we do without you?” He asked.

I scoffed. “You’ll manage. I’m not worried.”

“Yeah, yeah. But what if we’re attacked by a giant butterfly or something this time? Who will blow it up?” He asked in mock worry.

“Isn’t that Shrapnel’s job?” I asked.

Cog smiled and nodded. ”Yeah, but it still won’t be the same. You will come and visit right?”

“I said I would, didn’t I?” I reassured my friend.

“Have to be sure with you shamans. Alright, I won’t stall you anymore. Good luck with whatever you’re planning on doing, and say hi to Amber for me.” Cog said and then he too turned to leave.

“I will.” I said. “And good luck to you, on your mission.” Cog had already walked some distance away, but he heard me and waved his hoof.

And so I go alone now. I wasn’t thrilled about it, but there was no other choice. I fully intend to see them again if I have anything to say about it. They are my friends and nothing will ever change that. Hmm… just thinking that makes me feel less alone.

I have friends.

*** *** ***

Off to a fantastic start! It’s been what? Ten minutes and I’m already lost. Why didn’t I pay more attention?! The streets somehow seemed to meld together and no matter which way I went everything looked the same.

The only thing that I did know for sure was that I was headed east, which was the correct direction. I just need to find that shop!

The building around me started getting smaller, and I began to see more ponies. I must have wandered into the pony district. Like most of the city the dominating colors were grays and whites, the occasional patches of green only present in strictly chosen places where the earth was exposed.

It was a strange feeling being around so many ponies at once. The only other time was when I was at the Talon base. They milled around, some going alone and some in pairs. They looked happy. Maybe not happy, but content.

I rounded down another corner and was greeted by yet another unfamiliar street. I sighed and backtracked. Maybe if I just keep going I will eventually hit the wall and then I could follow it to the main gate?

Before I put my plan to action I noticed a blue-yellow form in the shade between two houses. It was a pony. Curious I approached him or her.

It turned out to be a unicorn mare. “Excuse me?” I asked and received no answer. Is she sleeping? Why here? I turned my attention back to the mare and noticed her sides rising and falling gently, but her breathing was uneven. I stared in shock when I noticed that her ribs were clearly visible beneath her coat.

Immediately I was back with other ponies marching in line with the other slaves beside me. There wasn’t enough food that month and one pony simply collapsed dead. The Remnant left him where he fell. One remarked how the scavengers wouldn’t get much from him. I kept on looking in shock, my own pace had faltered from exhaustion and not having eaten in some time. I felt a tug on my mane, and the next thing I knew I was riding on my father’s back.

I shook my head to dispel the memory and then I approached the mare, tentatively lifting her head.

“Hey, can you hear me?” I asked in a whisper as gently as I could. I had some food in my saddlebags and I could even give her a potion in case she’s hurt.

“H-Huh…” She mumbled as her eyes flickered open.

I nearly took a step back when I had gotten a good look at her. Dried blood covered her muzzle and dark circles rimmed her bloodshot eyes. It looked far worse than simple exhaustion. I couldn’t tell if her eyes themselves were supposed to be pink or if it was the result of whatever did this to her.

Without getting a closer look, you would think that the blood vessels in her eyes had broken. They were that red. But I could see that it wasn’t the case. The tiny veins were there, they were just all visible now.

This is terrible. Was she poisoned? “What happened to y-“

“Hey you!”

The sudden shout drew my full attention and I gently lowered the mares head back down. Two ponies were coming right at me. I didn’t waste any time.

“This mare is hurt, possibly poisoned. I might have something to help her, but she needs medical attention. Where is the nearest doctor?” I asked and the two stallions exchanged looks before bursting into laughter.

Why were they laughing? Did they think that I was joking? “I’m serious. I haven’t seen something like this before. It could be dangerous.”

“Oh I know what’ll cure her.” One of the stallions said.

“You do?” They didn’t look like doctors, and I definitely didn’t like the looks they were giving the mare. I hesitated for a moment. Maybe they knew this mare, and they’ve seen this happen before. Still it’s no reason to laugh!

The two stallions started to approach, but I decided to go with my instincts and stepped between them and the mare.

“I’ll take her to the doctor. Just show me the way.” I said.

“You won’t be doing a damn thing!” One of them spat while the other held a pistol in his mouth.

I carefully looked at the two stallions. One was a unicorn and the other, the one with the pistol an earth pony. Both wore ragged leather barding and I saw a knife sheathed by the unicorn side.

They wanted to fight? With me? The unicorn was bigger than me, but size means nothing. The earth pony looked capable of only shooting himself in the hoof. Wait a moment. I looked the earth pony, who was grinning wickedly at me, in the eyes. They were red as the mares. A lot less, but it was there.

“Scared shitless.” The unicorn mused and took a few steps towards me. “If you behave and give us all that fancy gear you have, we might let you have a turn with the mare when were done.”

I felt my body go cold. They want to… the mare! I looked back at the helpless thing lying on the ground then back at the stallions. For a moment I was back with my sniper aiming at the crazed pony trying to get away.

Involuntarily I started for my rifle with my magic, but stopped myself. It would be easy. Oh so very easy, but no. I’ll fight these two morons hoof to hoof, maybe break a few bones and send them running.

I should have expected something like this, but the fact that they were ponies, my own kind, I thought differently. When will I stop being a naive foal?!

The two advanced confidently, I was already planning out my attack. Ignore the unicorn; go down low to the left. Hoof to the pistol followed by another to the muzzle. By then the unicorn should be charging behind me, so I’ll just buck him. The knife can safely be ignored. My Kevlar armor is stab-proof. The pistol isn’t much of a threat either. Small arms like that, my armor can withstand.

“Are ya igits blind, or just plain ol stupid?!” A voice drawled in an unfamiliar accent. The voice was male and speaking in equestrian, it no doubt belonged to a pony, maybe a griffin.

Both of the stallions turned to look at an ashen colored earth pony wearing leather armor in considerably better condition than that of the two idiots who decided to pick a fight they had no hope of winning. I also noted a hunting rifle slung across his back. Curiously he had a bright red scarf around his neck. Was he the leader of these two? It doesn’t matter. A hunting rifle is more dangerous, but I have an assault rifle. They were outgunned and outmatched.

“Take a good long look at im.” The pony continued and the other two looked back to me again. “Ya see them guns he has? He’s a Talon merc ya empty skulled fools!”

The two ponies suddenly looked a lot less eager to attack me.

“And that dere armor.” The pony with the red scarf continued. ”Ya thinkin Remnant gave it ta im cause he asked nicely?”

The two stallions who wanted to fight me paled, ss if seeing for the first time what kind of danger they were in. I shouldn’t have, I knew it was wrong, but I enjoyed looking at them so cowed.

“Get out of my sight.” I said calmly, unable to resist the opportunity. Both of the stallions scurried away with their tails between their legs.

I looked at the grey pony as he approached me.

“Easy thare. Ah mean no harm.” He said as he looked behind my shoulder at the mare and sighed. “Tis a right awful shame what that crimson dust does.”

Crimson dust? I raised an eyebrow and looked at the pony. ”Excuse me?”

“The names Tumble, and ah said crimson dust.” Tumble repeated.

“Mist.” I said and turning back to the mare.

“Ah said dust, not mist.” Tumble repeated again.

“No, I mean my name is Mist.” I explained as I lifted the mares head again. “What’s this crimson dust? What is it used for?”

“Zebras get it from that plant. Ember bloom, ember blot, blud…” Tumble went on.

“Ember blossom?” I asked and he nodded. “But it’s toxic!” It did however make sense now. Ember blossom causes a state of euphoria at the expense of your liver and bone marrow. It’s used in some shamanistic rituals, but in small doses, and mixed with other reagents.

“Ah don’t doubt it. But ah seen zebras use it an they’re still kickin.” Tumble observed.

“Zebras are immune. They can become addicted, but they won’t die from it unless they take a high enough dose.” Zebras have a natural resistance to poisons and diseases. They can still get sick or die from a scorpion sting or spider bite, but their chances of survival are much higher than those of ponies. “Do you think a potion would help?” I asked.

Tumble shrugged. “It might, but why bother?”

Wh-How? How could he ask something like that? “Because she needs help.” I stated flatly and levitated a potion to her lips. What I had originally thought to be dried blood, turned out to be the very dust Tumble was telling me about. I brushed some of it from her muzzle and brought my hoof closer for inspection.

It didn’t look like plain chalky or powdery dust; it had a glitter to it. I brushed the dust from my hoof and brought the potion to the mare’s lips. She was unconscious, so again I whispered and nudged to get her to wake up. Very slowly I managed to get the potion down her throat. She appeared to be breathing easier. About as much as I could have hoped for.

“Who sells the dust? Don’t they know it’s dangerous to ponies?” Unless that was the intent. As revolted as I was, the dust would be a perfect way to kill somepony. In a way the user would be killing himself.

“Don’t rightly know. Seller knows how bad it is, but caps are caps. What are you gonna do with er?” Tumble asked.

“I’m going to take her to a doctor.” I said as I levitated her up and placed her across my back. She was so light, hardly weighing anything. I went through a couple of recipes in my head, thinking that there might be something I could make for her. It was useless; all the cures I know of wouldn’t be of much use. The mare would need a whole new liver and skeleton, or at least a new breastbone.

“Well that’s right nice of ya. Pointless, but nice all the same.” Tumble said as he moved to my side.

“Why do you think it’s pointless? She’s still alive.” I asked as I took a few steps, but then realized that I had no idea where to go. Tumble stretched a hoof to one direction and motioned for me to follow.

“Like ya said. She’ll die sooner or later anyway, and afer the doc’s helped er, she’ll just go find more dust.” The pony explained sounding resigned.

“Maybe. But we’ll never know unless we try. Maybe she’ll stop and live out what time she has left without the dust?” I was convincing myself more than the stallion, I knew that. She would die; I had no illusions about that. Still, maybe…

“Ah hope you’re right, ah really do. Turn left here.” The stallion directed and we went down another street.

“Thank you for making those stallions back there see sense.” I said. Tumble had the presence of mind to scare them off. I was too angry to even consider it.

“Heh. Them numbskulls should be thanking me. Ah just saved their miserable lives! You would have dropped them like a pair of bloatsprites” Tumble laughed.

“A pair of what?” I asked, but he just shook the question away with a hoof.

“How did you know I was with the Talons?” I asked. Part of me was proud to be associated with them, but another part of me worried about drawing attention to myself.

“Ah didn’t, but I do now.” He said and winked. “Ah guessed.”

“What about you? What do you do?” I asked.

“Gun fer higher. Escortin caravans and such.” He answered. The mare stirred on my back then returned back to sleep. Tumble looked at her and shook his head. I could see the sadness in his eyes. He might think that it’s pointless, but he still cared.

“The Talons do that too. Why not join them?” They pay would be better I don’t doubt.

“Too dangerous fer me. The thing they do, and ah suppose you do.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Not fer me. We’re here.” Tumble stopped and pointed to a building that had two zebra guards in front of it. A plaque above it had ‘Clinic’ written in equestrian on it.

I started for the door, but stopped when I saw Tumble not following.

“Go. Ah’ll be waitin here till you’re done.” He said shooing me with a hoof.

I nodded and pushed the door open and went inside. The guards cast me curious glances, but guessed from the mare slung over my back that I was here looking for help, not to cause trouble.

The doctors here were zebras, which I found a bit odd in the pony district. They knew the problem right away when they saw the mare, and made it clear that they can only heal the wounds and feed her, they can’t restore her liver. The zebras were surprised when they asked me who she was and I told them that I had no idea. I explained how I found her in the streets and wanted to help. I offered to pay for the services regardless of not knowing the mare.

They looked at me oddly, but took my caps. The doctor, a zebra mare, assured me that they will take care of her, but they will have to keep her here for a few days and advised me to come back in a week if I wished.

Maybe, I don’t know. I did all I could, it’s up to her now. I wanted to come back and see her, but what if Tumble turned out to be right?

“Well?” Tumble asked as I exited the clinic.

“They’ll do what they can for her.” I said with a sigh.

“You did more than most. You should be proud.” He said patting me on the shoulder with a hoof. “Look ah got work tah do. Maybe we can share a drink sometime? I wouldn’t mind sharin a few of my stories with ya, and hearin a couple of yours too.”

“I’d like that.” I said then remembered and quickly asked before Tumble got away. “Could you tell me how to get out of here?”

“Sure. Yall got to take that there street.” He pointed with a hoof. “Then turn right, then left. Keep going and till you hit the main road. The gate should be towards your left. You can orient yourself from there.”

I thanked the stallion and followed his instructions. Once I was back in familiar territory, I asked around for Nisi’s shop. A zebra was kind enough to answer and point me in the right direction.

I felt great about helping that mare, like I accomplished something good. It’s what I set out to do. Help others. Even though I couldn’t cure her, I still hoped that the mare would stop using the dust, choosing instead to live without it. She could go on for ten years more at least, maybe more if she quits. I hope she does, but ultimately it’s her choice.

The shop wasn’t that hard to find, but now I felt too nervous to go in. For a while I just stood there, trying to imagine what to say, what Amber might say to me. Then the door opened and I froze. A zebra guard, the same one from last time was standing there.

“Coming in?” He asked lifting an eyebrow.

I looked around. ‘Yes you idiot, he means you.’ I scolded myself. When did it get so dark all of the sudden? I must have spent more time waiting then I thought. It was still day. But the Sun was past its midday point in the sky, the Moon trailing close behind it.

I nodded to the guard, too embarrassed to speak, and walked in.

“Greetings Mist! My guard has told me that you have been waiting for some time. The shop is open, no need to wait.” Nisi said as soon as I stepped in. The guard took his usual place, observing the front of the store through the window.

“Yes, well I was just… lost in thought.” I offered lamely. ‘COWARD!’ A part of my mind screamed.

“It is good that you have come. Amber has been miserable ever since that incident with that murderer.” Nisi said with a worried look on her face.

She knows? “What did she tell you?” I asked uncertainly, fearing the answer.

“She told me how you tracked down one responsible for the loss of many lives.” Nisi said, her face grave, then it brightened and she smiled. ”And how you spared him despite the harm he caused. That was very noble of you.” Nisi said beaming.

I felt like I’ve been hit in the head. Amber told her, but not the details. I would have felt better if Nisi knew the whole truth. I didn’t deserve praise for what I did, but how can I tell the truth now? Make Amber out as a liar? Never.

I nodded feebly. “Where is Amber? I need to talk with her.”

“Yes you must. She is upstairs in her room.” Nisi said and I went for the stairs.

I remembered the room from my last visit and found Ambers door easily. Now for the hard part. Knocking.

I managed somehow to gather my courage and gently tap the door.

“I’m alright Nisi. I’ll be down in a minute.” Amber replied. Her voice sounded strained.

I cleared my throat. “It’s me Amber. Mist.” I held my breath as I waited for a reply. Every second that she didn’t answer was agony to me, but I waited. I would wait for an eternity if need be, or until Amber tells me to leave.

“Mist?” Came the soft familiar voice, followed by the sound of a door being unlocked.

I was ready to be yelled at, to even accepting a hit, but I wasn’t to see Amber like this. She just sat there beside the open door, her eyes red from crying. Amber just stared at the floor, she wouldn’t look at me.

Dear Celestia, what have I done? Even her mane seemed to have lost its golden luster. It just hung limply, partially concealing her face.

I couldn’t think of anything to say. There was no way I could fix this. I had disappointed her on a fundamental level. She still believed that I was the same pony from back when we were foals.

My throat tightened and I could feel the beginning of tears in my eyes. Why couldn’t I simply let go? Why did I have to chase after Santir?

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

I blinked a few times and looked at her, not understanding. Maybe I imagined it.

“I’m sorry.” She said again a bit louder. “The way I acted.” She shook her head? “I have no idea what you went through, how much you hurt.”

I listened in disbelief. I’ve gone crazy. That’s the only explanation. Why is she apologizing to me? She was right!

“Heh, I guess I just wanted things to be the way they were.” She laughed, but it sounded hollow, and I shivered at the sound. “Like when we were foals. Just you and me, but with a new start.” Her face scrunched up in anger as fresh tears started flowing. “I was selfish, and I never considered how much of what you went through actually hurt you, changed you.”

I sat right in front of her, trying to speak, but I couldn’t find my voice. But you were right Amber! I shouldn’t have let it change me. What I went through is nothing compared to her pain!

She shook her head. “I have no right to judge you.”

‘You’re wrong Amber, you have every right. You know me better than anyone else. And your judgment is the only one I would accept.’ All this I wanted to say, but remained silent.

Instead of speaking I walked closer to her and drew her into a hug. Amber gasped and then she started crying freely. I started crying with her.

“I thought that I had lost you again!” She said. “B-But this time it would have been me who drove you away.” I hugged her tighter.

“Amber, you were right to say what you said to me.” I whispered to her while she sniffed and kept her face buried in my mane. “Everything you said was right. I should have just let it go, but I couldn’t. A-And I was scared that I had lost you too.” I stammered.

She pulled away to look at me. When was the last time she slept? She had dark circles around her eyes, and she looked pale.

“I should have understood. You wanted justice.” She said, and I had to wonder. Did I want justice, or was it something more? Santir’s suffering and regret was justice enough, but I still wanted to kill him.

“I was an idiot, and I’m glad you stopped me.” I said and saw her smile just a little, but it was a real smile.

We stayed there sitting by her door for some time, until Amber sighed. It wasn’t really a sigh so much as a yawn.

“When was the last time you slept?” I asked looking her over.

She rubbed her eye with a hoof. “I haven’t. Not since yesterday.” And she probably spent the whole time crying.

I gently nudged her back into her room; she took the hint and moved to her bed. I glanced through the window and noticed that it had gotten dark. Has it really been that long?

She climbed into her bed, and laid on her side so that she could look at me. Suddenly overcome by a memory I did something that she used to do. Back then it used to gross me out, but to be fair I was very young at the time.

I kissed the base of her horn, and she stuck her tongue out at me.

“Aren’t you scared of getting cooties?” She teased.

“I think I can make something that will take care of that.” I answered.

We kept looking at each other for a while. She was fighting a losing battle with her fatigue and son she was gently snoring.

Quietly I left her room and closed the door behind me. Nisi was standing beside the stairs looking at me.

“Has she gone to rest?” The zebra asked quietly, I nodded. “Good, she was exhausted, but refused to sleep. I’m glad you came to calm her down. Would you like to stay? I’m sure I can find room.” Nisi offered.

“No thank you. I have something I need to take care of.” It was a lie, but I didn’t want to impose and I felt like I could use a little walk to relax and clear my head. I plan to go back to the bar and sleep there. Umm… no mares this time, and no drinks, I intend to sleep.

*** *** ***

The night was quiet, and the air pleasantly cool. Just what I needed. I looked about as I walked. Lights were still present in some windows and I could see shapes moving.

The streets themselves were illuminated by lamps on tall metal poles. I still couldn’t make out some of the shadows in between the buildings, but there was sufficient light on the streets.

“I have. Let’s get this over with.” I heard someone whisper from one of the alleys that I passed by. I paused to listen, but I didn’t hear the voice again.

It was a mare’s voice, and I could tell that she was a zebra because she spoke in zebra. I suddenly felt very vulnerable out here on the streets. My heart was beating faster and I felt like I was being watched, which might be true. For all I know someone was looking at me through a window. Moving away further down the street, I pulled out my cloak and activated it once in the shadow of a doorway of some building.

Cloaked and hidden from sight I stepped back onto the street and looked around. There were shapes moving in the windows, but what could they possibly want with me?

I froze when I looked back down the street that I’ve just came from. A zebra poked her head from an alley. She quickly looked right and left before ducking back into the shadows.

I know I’m going to regret this, but now I was curious. Quietly I walked back to the alley where I saw the mare, and I could hear voices again.

“-close. Who was that?” Someone whispered, not the mare, this was a voice of a stallion.

“Just some pony. Get on with it!” The mare hissed annoyed.

Even standing right in front of the alley I couldn’t see their faces; they were completely in the shadows.

“Tomorrow. You’ll get your hooves on a winged one tomorrow. Just be at the markets by the old mansion at midnight. Someone will come get you.” The stallion replied.

“This better not be a trick. That would be most unwise.” The mare threatened.

A shadow stirred and suddenly shifted. “We wouldn’t dare cross you. Rest assured, the deal is genuine.” The stallion explained.

“We’ll see.” Was all the mare said before she suddenly started out of the alley.

I backpedaled to avoid bumping into her. In the light of the lamps I saw her face before she pulled a hood over her head and vanished.

She’s Remnant! What kind of a deal was she making? Tomorrow at midnight, old mansion at the markets. Have to remember that.

I wanted to follow her, but that became impossible the moment she activated her cloak. My top priority was to not bump into her, so I slowly moved to one side out into the street.

After a few moments the zebra stallion she was talking with stepped out from the shadows. He was wearing metal armor, and had a rifle across his back and a pistol holstered on his chest. Him I could follow, and I did.

I shadowed the suspicious zebra for a few minutes until an errant pebble flew from around my hooves and rolled by the zebra.

Shit.

The stallion instantly froze and snapped around. He was looking right at me, but then his eyes started wandering to the left and then to the right, before shrugging and turning back down the road at a somewhat quicker pace.

I would have sighed if I wasn’t worried about alerting him. But maybe he did figure out that someone was following him. He kept moving faster, and he started turning down alley after alley.

After one such turn I lost sight of him and now I couldn’t find him! Damn it, he got away! I kept searching, but it was no use. He knew Vostoris a lot better than me. Who knows how many hiding places there could be around here?

I cursed my bad luck as I wondered the streets again, lost. The cool night air helped calm me. I craned my head back to better feel the breeze and to look up at the sky. I really wanted to find out what the Remnant were up to, and now I lost my chance. Winged one… What could the zebra have meant by that?

Still looking up, I noticed only a few puffy clouds as they lazily floated by. Most of the sky was clear and the stars could shine through unhindered.

No matter how many times I look at them, they always manage to take my breath away. Such a wonder it is, the gem studded sky.

Something happened. Something that had happened once before. I started seeing patterns to the stars, a certain row, shining brighter than the rest. I followed it.

Still cloaked and moving as quietly as possible I thought about what I overheard. The Remnant were making some sort of deal with the zebra. The wanted some sort of bird or winged creature specifically. I staggered just for a moment as an image from a book came to mind. A dragon maybe? They still exist, but are now extremely rare. What would they want with a dragon anyway?

Thinking about what I learned only spurred my curiosity further. I didn’t pay any attention to where I was going; only occasionally glancing upwards when I had to choose left or right. Now I find myself staring down a street at a door.

I looked for a way around, but I was surrounded by buildings, I’ll have to backtrack and find another way. That was what I wanted to do, that is until I saw something shimmer by one of the doors.

Could it be? I barely breathed while looking intently at the spot where the shimmer appeared. It was! The zebra mare, the Remnant, somehow I found her!

The mare had taken her hood down and turned off the invisibility spell. She knocked on the door a few times and a very nervous zebra opened it. A few words were spoken and she entered, leaving me once again alone in the street.

The zebra stallion didn’t look like a Remnant agent himself. He wasn’t wearing any kind of armor, and he was almost frightened of the mare. What is going on here?

I’ll just have to come back with… The plan died as soon as it came to my mind, I remembered that IronClaw was heading out on another mission. Maybe the council, but what would I say to them? The Remnant were acting suspiciously and maybe they were after a dragon? I needed proof. Vostoris is a neutral city of the Free Tribes, both the Remnant and the Separatists were here. The council obviously doesn’t trust them, but they need to stay on good terms. But I can’t just leave. Would I even be able to find this place again?

Another plan started forming in my mind. I bluffed my way into Sumaj, why not try again?

I approached the door and turned my stealth cloak off, but kept the hood on. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door and waited.

Every second of waiting I questioned my sanity and considered running away, but I needed to know what they were up to. After all they have done, any information about their plans could be useful. The Talons have managed to play both sides; maybe Razorwing could do something about whatever it is they’re planning now?

I heard hoofsteps and the door being opened. ‘Cold and arrogant, cold and arrogant’ I repeated in my mind, that’s how I have to act!

The zebra’s eyes widened in shock when he saw me. I stood still, but inside I was panicking like crazy. Could he have somehow found out that I was a pony?

“I-I didn’t know that more of you were out tonight.” The zebra stammered, and I would have sighed in relief if I wasn’t in front of him.

Alright, time to act. “You are informed of all of our activities?” I asked in zebra, in the most neutral voice I could.

“N-No! Of course not. Uhh… Come in, come in.” The zebra stepped away and I entered.

I was surprised to find myself in a shop. Shelves were stocked with various items ranging from weapons and armor, to clothes and food. Where to now?

“Did anyone come before me?” I asked in a disinterested tone.

“Yes. One came not too long ago, she just went ahead. You might still catch up with her.” The zebra explained, anxious to please.

Went ahead? In the big room I was in now, I could see two doors. One to the right and another behind the counter as well as a staircase. I might have to knock the zebra out. If I choose the wrong way he’ll be suspicious for sure. I can try to bluff again, but it might not work.

From all the homes I visited so far, Nisi’s shop in particular, I guessed that upstairs leaded to the bedrooms and the door to the right would probably lead to another part of the zebras home. I headed for the door behind the counter.

It must have been the right way, since the zebra didn’t say anything. He just stood silently, and shifted his hooves nervously. Either I was right, or the zebra was too scared to say anything.

The room behind the counter was what I expected, boxes and crates, parts, it was a storage area. Nothing of interest, nothing except a terminal on one of the tables.

I approached it and looked at the screen. It wasn’t locked.

---> Inventory
---> Late payments
---> Packages to be picked up
---> I.O.U.’s
---> Late deliveries
---> Merc contacts
---> Rare stock
---> Personal notes

Not knowing what to do, I chose the first option.

I suppressed a yawn as I read through all of it. It was incredibly tedious. Just a bunch of names, dates and numbers. One thing caught my eye though. Under the ‘Merc contacts’, a list of mercenaries he hires to get items for him, I saw ‘Talon’s’ among other names I didn’t recognize. There was a short line beside it that read ‘Expensive, but the next best thing short of the black market.’ I’ll be sure to remember and ask someone about this later.

The ‘Rare stock’ showed a line of various weapons. Magical energy weapons and something called a Novasurge rifle, ‘out of stock’ was typed beside it.

I groaned when I accessed personal notes. The zebra went on a long tirade of various parts, items that he absolutely must have and so on. I sighed and chose the ‘return to root menu’ option. Then the terminal suddenly flashed.

<Save changes?>

---> Yes
---> No
---> Cancel

I glanced behind me to make sure I was alone then back at the terminal. What do I choose? I wish Cog were here. I chose ‘cancel’, better not to tamper with anything.

There was a sudden hiss followed by clinking of locks. I saw dust fly from one part of the wall, and the wall itself slid away. I can’t believe I didn’t notice it earlier. That square part of wall looked never than the rest.

During this whole time I had my hood up, so I just tapped the gem at my neck and proceeded into the secret tunnel, the wall slid back into place behind me. No turning back now.

The walls of the tunnel were no longer stone or brick, but metal. It reminded me a lot of the underground tunnels of Prometheus and I shuddered. The stark white lights weren’t helping.

At the end of the hall a metal door swung open. A zebra in black Kevlar armor similar to my own, but a heavier design with more protective steel plates stood at the entrance. He wore one of those battle saddles that held two rifles at either side. The zebra wasn’t wearing a cloak.

I hugged the wall to the right while he examined the seemingly empty tunnel.

“Everything alright?” I heard a voice from behind the zebra.

“The door opened on the other side, but there’s no one in the tunnel.” The zebra explained while still looking for any signs of an intruder. His eyes passed over me a few times. I’ll never get used to the sensation of being right in front of someone without them ever knowing.

“That stuttering fool might have accidentally opened the door. Forget about it.” The voice said.

The zebra that came out to investigate nodded to himself, and turned back to leave the tunnel, I followed right after him. Luckily the entrance was wide enough for two, and even with him going in the middle I was able to sneak past and get in unnoticed. The heavily armed zebra nodded to a smaller zebra stallion to close the door, which he did by tapping a few buttons on a terminal in front of him.

The smaller zebra was wearing the exact same armor as me, still no cloak, but it was the same infiltration model of armor.

A secret Remnant base, and I’m inside it! My heart was beating faster than normal. I was scared, but excited as well. If I’m careful who knows what I’ll find here.

The inside of the base looked like any other normal building, which kind of disappointed me. I was expecting soldiers at every turn, strange magical devices, tamed shifters… But they really reminded me more of the Talons, minus the pleasant atmosphere. Every zebra was rigid and cold.

A few times I got really close to brushing up against a Remnant soldier who was passing by in the other direction and it made my heard leap into my throat.

I found myself in a large hall that opened up into several directions. There were actually very little Remnant soldiers about. Either they were off duty and resting, or worse. They were on duty and moving around Vostoris.

“You did well. Soon we can get the project operational.” I heard someone, and immediately moved to stand next to one of the walls. From there I watched as one zebra stallion with a stealth cloak walked side by side with the mare I saw outside earlier.

“Commander… About the project, I…” The mare started then turned looked at the ground.
The zebra stallion, the commander, smiled and placed a hoof on her shoulder.

“You shall be reworded for your loyal service of course. There is a place for you among the new units. You’ll be the first amongst them once the project is completed.” The stallion assured the mare and her eyes seemed to sparkle at his words.

She bowed low and then trotted off confidently down one of the corridors. I chose to follow this commander.

The other Remnant gave their commander a wide berth as he moved, so it was easy for me to stay unnoticed by simply following in his wake. That is until he slipped inside one of the rooms and quickly shut the door behind him.

Alone again I wandered the base. Three soldiers came walking side by side, and I had to increase my pace to get away. There was no way I could squeeze between them, so I had to keep going until I found more room. I nearly slammed into a door that was being opened. A zebra walked out and I slipped into the room.

I just hope no one comes in here.

It was a small room filled with terminals and lockers. Like an itch I wanted to see what was in the lockers, but couldn’t risk someone walking in and seeing a floating screwdriver and bobby pin. Instead I moved behind the desk to look at the terminal.

Again I didn’t want to touch anything, but fortunately the zebra using it had left it on. He’ll probably return soon. It looked like he was writing a report. Most of it was useless, like the amount of caps spent on buying gems, which was considerable. But it mentioned finding the right ‘lens’, and something called the ‘E.F.M.E.C.’

Instead of explaining what it was, there was a longwinded explanation on its parts and how it worked. It might have been written in another language for all I knew. Capacitors, buffers, focal’s, prism… I really wished Cog were here.

The door opened again and I moved away from the terminal. The same zebra that was here earlier came back and continued his work. Here is my chance to see what all this is about. I tried looking over his shoulder as he worked, being careful not to even breathe too loudly.

My excitement was short lived as the zebra continued typing in the same way as before, using words that went completely over my head.

Engrossed as the zebra was in his work, he’ll still notice a door opening. So now I’m stuck here?

After what seemed like forever, a zebra mare opened the door to ask the stallion something. I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention. All I could see was a way out!

The mare was leaning on the door while she asked her questions. That left me with plenty of room to leave.

Again I was wondering the base, but now I started to worry about getting out of here. Everything is going great so far, but I rather not push my luck. I just need some proof! Something I can take back. Some sort of record of their plans.

“Yes, we’ll get you another one for your tests, although I honestly don’t see the point.” I recognized the voice. It belonged to the Remnant commander.

I turned a corner to find him walking beside another zebra stallion. Seeing his new companion almost made me trip and fall.

The zebra wasn’t wearing armor, but instead he wore a dark leather coat, and a brown cloak rimmed with feathers. All too familiar talismans hung from around his neck.

He’s a shaman?! Working with the Remnant?!

“Teris, you work on the phantom units, and I shall keep to my research.” The shaman said in a calm tone. I never would have thought a shaman would be working with the Remnant. Are they forcing him? No, he’s too calm. A shaman, the Remnant have a shaman working for them.

“Speaking of which.” The shaman continued. “You have what you need for the project?”

“Almost, by tomorrow everything should be ready.” The commander, Teris, answered looking pleased.

“I still don’t understand why you simply don’t employ the Talons?” The shaman asked earning an annoyed look from Teris.

“Charon.” Teris said calmly. “We have contracted them to clear the site, and at the same time we were hoping to capture one of them.” The commander paused for a moment. “We’re still not sure if a griffin would be suitable to the task.” Then he shook his hoof dismissively. “The operation was a complete failure. The blasted things turned the site into a nest. Almost everyone we sent was killed, and those who survived lacked the numbers to capture one of the mercenaries alive.” Capture? They want to capture one of the Talons? Why? Suddenly I was very worried about my friends, and infuriated that these Remnant would dare try something like that. I need to warn them! IronClaw could be walking into a trap.

The shaman smirked. “And you don’t want to risk the Talons tipping off the council of our actions?”

Teris returned the smirk. ”That too. For now they just believe we need their help dealing with a few pests that overran one of our facilities. The jungle provides ample cover.” The stallion suddenly stopped, looking grave. “They must never know what we found.”

They know that the Talons are spying on them for the Council? That means that the Remnant could be giving them false information on purpose.

The shaman nodded. “The technology is curious I have to admit, one could say that it’s perfectly protected from tampering. The General wasn’t pleased with the failure I should think.”

“Of course he wasn’t, but he sees it as only a setback, nothing more. The project will continue.” Teris assured and the shaman just nodded.

“I will try and find a way around this for you. Bloodwings are just animals, and animals can be easily manipulated. I have the means, the scale is the problem.” Charon said to which the commander inclined his head in thanks.

I followed them until we walked past a certain room that made me feel uneasy. It was incredibly strange, a sense of worry crept over me. I looked at the door and the feeling intensified. What is this? Out of the corner of my eye I saw the commander reach a hoof out to me.

Oh crap! I leaned away just as it brushed past, inches from my head. Already I wanted to pull out my rifle, but then I noticed that the commander wasn’t trying to attack. He was just looking at his hoof like there was something wrong with it.

“Is something wrong?” The shaman asked.

“It’s… nothing.” Teris answered, his face looking sour. The shaman looked at the commander and smiled cruelly, it made me shiver.

One soldier walked past us and the commander stopped him. “Where is private Strin?” Teris asked the dumbfounded soldier.

“Ummm… I believe he’s resting sir.” The soldier answered.

“If I find out that that fool is running around cloaked again, I’ll have him whipped.” Commander Teris said far too calmly. The soldier straightened immediately and nodded before trotting off.

The shaman and the commander started moving again, but I remained by the door. What was behind it? Why do I feel so nervous? I was in a base full of Remnant which is cause enough to be worried, but this felt like something more, somehow familiar.

I glanced around to my left and right, before I was even aware of the action I had placed a hoof on the door. It was unlocked.

The smell of incense filled my nose as I found myself in a poorly lit room. The fetishes, potted plants, bottles and tiny pots left no doubt in my mind that this was the room of Charon the shaman. This also explained the unease I felt. He had a protective ward somewhere around here that subtly implants a message into the heads of others that they should avoid this place, but Zaeryl thought me about such things. I was scared; the fear was there, just not to the degree that the ward would have me believe.

The door was left unlocked because Charon thought that no one would dare enter his sanctum without his permission, and he was right. Zebras wouldn’t, the respect and fear they have for shamans wouldn’t let them, and the ward would just amplify that fear and turn it against them.

I walked deeper into the room, slowly, observing my surroundings. A leather-bound tome and a cylindrical object lay on a nearby table. To my left, hanging on a wall, was a carved mask, the more I approached it the worse the anxiety got. The mask must be the focus for the ward. I pushed its oppressive presence out of my mind, and looked at a row of small clay pots sitting on a shelf.

Each pot had a symbol on it, a web, fire, smoke… These pots are the result of special brews, not potions, but bombs. Like the one Cog and Shrapnel use, except they could produce a variety of different effects. They are incredibly difficult to make, and here they were, just sitting there on the shelves.

I started putting the pots into my saddle bags much too quickly than was safe. I’m sure that if Zaeryl could see me now, she’d be cringing.

I didn’t take all of the pots, only a few, and I moved the ones I didn’t take to the front of the shelves. By the time he notices that some are missing I’ll be long gone, I hope.

Having essentially stolen from a shaman, something I never thought I’d do, I turned to the tome on the table. He’s working for the Remnant, helping them. Charon is nothing like Zaeryl and I refuse to feel bad about stealing from him.

The book turned out to be a journal where Charon had put down his notes. I recognized the runes for rituals; it was about what I expected. Summoning, binding… My hoof jerked away, as if stung from a picture of a blood ritual. I felt fear grip my heart again. This is dark magic, the kind Zaeryl warned my about. Is he mad?! There are some things you just don’t do!

There were some notes beside the terrible symbol.

Make sure of the distance between the candles. Fresh blood is absolutely required, powdered Crow’s eye and a quartz crystal for the focus, the clearer the better. Double check runes. Blood will set if properly inscribed. Ceremonial knife? Purely for the dramatic, anything with an edge will do, unless the blade is somehow enchanted, in which case great care must be taken as to avoid any magical backlash.

I turned the page and was glad to no longer have to look at that symbol. The book went on about other rituals. A couple more of them would fall into the category of ‘Do not perform if you value your soul’, but the rest were more mundane. Wardings against animals, intruders, spirits. Enchanting fetishes to amplify the user’s connection to the natural energies. Making talismans of protection, even instruction on making transformation talismans. All of these had little notes that Charon had added. Pointers and advice on which ingredients could safely be substituted for something more common.

I thought back to the books Zaeryl has at her home. A part of me regretted lacking the ability to make most of these. They would have come in useful on my journey.

I continued turning pages until I came to a grandiose title which read ‘Magical potential across species’ Intrigued I started reading.

Progress has been slow, but it’s progress nonetheless. My only regret is that the experiments themselves ‘consume’ the subjects. Unlike my brethren I do not fear, nor do I hate ponies. We are more alike than both sides are willing to admit. Differences are purely superficial. We all have one heart, a pair of lungs, kidneys… The only exceptions are the wings of the pegasi and the horns of unicorns, and the obvious color differences.

It is well documented that we share the most traits with earth ponies. Both zebras and earth ponies show a strong connection to the land and nature. We both have an inborn ability to commune with the land. But unlike zebras, ponies of the earth show an aptitude for crafting. It is a paradox that the species with the strongest ties to nature is capable of creating artificial devices of staggering scope and complexity. Perhaps it is simply another way of expressing the magic that is within them? This requires further confirmation.

There is one thing that zebras solely excel at, something that not even the earth ponies can match, and that is the zebra’s ability to tap into the world beyond. The realm of the dead. Necromancy. While it can be performed by others (anything with a heartbeat and blood in its veins), none are as skilled as we. This I believe is one of the reasons ponies resent us. Not out of envy, but fear of the unknown. And what is more foreign than death? Not the act of killing, but death itself.

The more I read the colder I felt, but I couldn’t stop. Charon’s talk of necromancy brought back one of the most terrifying experience of my apprenticeship with Zaeryl. I breathed in slowly a few times to calm myself and to stop shivering.

The pegasuses pegasi are the least documented due to the… difficulty of acquiring a specimen for study. Corpses are of little use as I am continually forced to repeat myself. The expression of their magic lies in the control of the weather. While a skilled shaman might scoff at this, he or she being able to conjure a raincloud to save crops, or to provide a clear sky. Our abilities pale in comparison to the direct manipulation of the pegasi. A ritual to achieve the same ends might take a shaman, or several, a day or even more. While a single Pegasus can do this in a matter of minutes. A group of them wielding this power would be terrifying indeed. Our superstitions that persist to this day are a testament of that. Lightning storms, tornados, floods, droughts… Truly awe inspiring.

I used to think so too, and then I met Skyfall. Now I think that they’ve maybe gone a little over board. Not that I’m belittling his abilities.

And we have the unicorns. The most magically gifted of the pony races. We all use magic in many different ways. It is part a part of all living things, as well as some un-living. When the earth ponies or pegasi use it, it cones as a natural expression of themselves. We zebras can affect it, subtly coaxing the magical forces, but the unicorns command it. Magic flows and acts on their whim. No other race can do this. The drawback is the obvious physical frailty of unicorns. (Something that my ‘assistants’ have yet to learn. Again, corpses are of little use.)
I have managed to disprove one common misconception regarding the horns of unicorns. Cutting off a horn does not take away their magic.

I lifted a hoof to my own forehead. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my horn. Cold sweat trickled down the side of my head as I turned to look at the object beside the book. A cylinder wrapped in paper. I levitated it to my hooves. Please Celestia don’t let this be what I think it is. With my magic I unwrapped it.

“No…” The contents hit the table and rolled off to the floor. A red horn lay on the floor in front of me. The hairs of my coat stood on end and my mane tingled. I managed to pull my eyes from the appendage, because that’s what it is, and I looked back at the book.

As I said magic comes from within, the horn is just a focus. Its composition is denser than that of regular bone, and it does regenerate over time. A unicorn with a broken or damaged horn (as long as a small part of it is left or restored) can still use magic to a limited degree. There are recorded incidents of ‘burn outs’ from over use of magic. This could render a unicorn unable to use magic for some time, but it’s not permanent. If provided with the right ‘motivation’ a unicorn can recover from this ‘burn out’ which leads me to believe that the inability is somehow subconscious? A way to prevent the unicorn from killing him or herself while the body and horn recover? While not the same, I find the analogy appropriate. Burn out prevents a unicorn from dying of exhaustion in a sense. Similar to a fuse, one of our mechanics offered. If fuses do that than yes, I do not know, machines are not my area of interest.

I found some comfort in knowing that even without the horn, a crippled unicorn might use magic again someday.

The fact that zebras can influence magic, and unicorns can command it, leads me to believe that it is just a matter of making the suitable conditions for a zebra to have the same level of command over the arcane as well. And no, it’s not as simple as attaching a horn to a zebra. I’ve been asked that question more times than I thought possible. Truly I fear for these younger generations and their lack of common sense.

So far my attempts at enabling a zebra to wield magic through sacrificial rituals have proven little success. Perhaps a half-breed would yield better results? The problem is convincing the General to see past the archaic belief of zonies being abominations that absolutely must be purged. For the sake of one day granting our species command over magic, I must make the attempt.

I kept reading until I felt like I was about to throw up. In frightening detail, Charon went on about transplants and rituals he performed. Organ rejection, stillborns, dark magic that twisted the ones upon whom the ritual was performed, it just went on and on…

My hooves buckled from beneath me and I staggered from the wrenched book. Merely looking at it had me shivering. I was glad for my ignorance because it meant that I could never truly grasp the horror that befell the ponies Charon had experimented on. He’s no shaman, just a butcher!

No matter how deep I breathed, I felt short of breath and lightheaded. Somehow I reached the door and dragged myself out.

“Did-Did you see that?!”

I heard a voice from somewhere near me. Two zebras stood just a few meters from me looking wide-eyed. Oh shit. I remembered where I was. My cloak was still activated So they couldn’t see me, but they could definitely see the door opening on its own.

They weren’t charging over to investigate though, they just stood there and watched. I stepped away from the door and let it close.

“There it goes again!” One of the zebras shouted.

“I didn’t see anything. Let’s get the hell out of here. That’s shaman Charon’s room.” The other zebra said, and his companion nodded.

Ha! I couldn’t believe my luck! I looked on as the two of them trotted off, and I went the other way.

They’re obsessed. Obsessed with magic. Maybe I can’t understand it because I used it all the time? I know the Remnant still believe that there is a war that needs to be won, but now I’m not so sure that it’s the only reason. It may have been at one time. Now it’s like they have a hunger they can’t sate.

The sudden sound of hoof behind me drew my attention.

“What the…?” At least ten Remnant soldiers were rushing in my direction. To escape I ran up a flight of stairs.

“An intruder, here in the embassy?” I overheard one zebra say to her friend as they walked past me. Wait, this is their embassy? I thought it was a secret base, but they are actually using the embassy?

“Stay on guard. The intruder might be using a cloak.” The zebra cautioned.
How did they know?

“You think there’s a traitor amongst us?” The mare asked, to which the stallion shrugged.

“It’s possible. The orders are that no one is to use stealth cloaks until this matter is settled. That way we won’t have to worry about shooting our own.” The stallion explained.

“But what if it’s a traitor? How will they know?” The mare asked forcefully.

“I don’t know. Look we just have to follow orders. You see anyone acting suspiciously try and catch them, if you can’t than you are free to shoot.” The stallion shot back as they trotted away.

Now I knew how those assassins felt when they had been discovered at the palace. Except I’m alone, and these are Remnant I’m dealing with.

How did they find out about me? Did those two that I saw back at the shaman’s room decide to report what they had seen? The book! It was closed and I left it open, and the horn! I hadn’t returned the horn to its proper place, I left it on the floor.

My heart hammered in my chest as I ran, trying to find some way out.

“Over there! I saw something over there!” I heard someone shout behind me. Crap.

I stopped dead in my tracks after I rounded a corner and waited for them to pass me by.

“I got this!” One zebra shouted.

Instead of them rushing by as I expected, they were all walking behind a single zebra who had some kind of strange weapon strapped to his side. It reminded me somewhat of Shrapnel’s grenade launcher, except there was a little flame dancing near the tip of the guns barrel.

I slowly moved away from the zebra. He’s not going to just fire it randomly, is he?

FWOOOOOOSH!

The light and heat were so intense they made me cry out. I doubled back, covering my face with my hooves as I tried to run away.

“There! Did you see it! Come on, after him!”

I could hear them shout as I ran blurry eyed. Stumbling and nearly falling, I ran while bumping into the wall every few steps, both to orient myself since I was blinded and to keep myself on my hooves.

That thing shoots fire! They’ll cook me alive!

“There!” I heard another shout behind me. When I turned my head to look all I saw were four dark blurs that were getting bigger. I gripped my rifle and opened fire.

A few of them yelled out while the others shouted warnings to their friends. I couldn’t aim properly; I just wanted to slow them down long enough to escape.

My vision was slowly returning and I could actually tell where I was going. All around me I could hear shouting. Even though I was still cloaked, by running I was giving my position away, the cloak making the telltale shimmers.

One remnant picked up on this and started directing more of his friends towards me. I pulled out one of the clay jars and threw it at him. Not even bothering to check which one it was.

The zebra was caught off guard, and when the jar shattered, he and those in a five meter radius were covered in a sticky white net.

“There you are, you little thief.” I heard a familiar voice that made my skin crawl.

Charon couldn’t see me, but he was very close to the mark. I saw as he pulled out one of his own jars and hurled it to the ground.

From the spot where it had smashed, a sparkling cloud rose and then immediately headed for me, the tiny crystals sticking to my cloak.

They can see me now! It didn’t matter if the cloaks magic was still working, they could see me.

Suddenly a zebra somersaulted over Charon, and bucked out with his rear hooves. I barely got my own hooves up in time to shield myself from the impact. The buck sent me staggering back and my hood slipped.

Charon’s eyes seemed to widen with surprise, and a vicious smile spread over his muzzle. I was frozen with terror, images of him doing Celestia knows what to ponies, flashed before my eyes.

Then the sound of bullets being fired brought me back to reality, and I ran away as fast as I could from the butcher.

“No! Don’t kill him!” I could hear the shaman shout, and an even greater dread settled over me. I would actually prefer to be shot.

As if hearing my pleas a few bullets fired by those who have yet to hear Charon’s orders, found their mark and buried themselves deep into me.

I staggered and started coughing, but still I was moving. The momentum of my wild dash kept me going.

Breathing was becoming more and more painful. I was coughing up blood now. They hit me in the lungs, but surprisingly the pain wasn’t as intense as I thought it would be. My right hoof hurt too, every time it connected with the ground. I looked at it and saw blood pouring out of another wound, and yet I was still running.

The sound of wood splintering filled my ears, as a sharp pain racked my head. I smashed head first into a door, and then continued right on for a few more steps before tripping and falling to the floor.

The pain was getting worse now. Groaning I tried to stand up as tears flowed from my eyes. This was agony. My hoof hurt, breathing hurt and I was exhausted.

Before I got halfway to my hooves something crashed into my side. The pain I felt got so intense that for a moment everything went black. When sight had returned to me, I realized that I couldn’t breathe. I opened my mouth, but I just couldn’t pull any air into my lungs.

Then I noticed the pair of striped hooves gripping me tightly, and keeping me raised on my rearhooves.

“Got him!” The zebra shouted excitedly.

Lungs burning, sides hurting and hoof aching I stated thrashing around. If he didn’t let go I was going to suffocate!

The zebra heaved and turned to right, turning me with him. Charon and a bunch of other zebras were standing by the door.

“Ease up on the grip, you’ll kill him.” Charon told the zebra.

The moment I got some air into my lungs, and some room to move, I wriggled and turned in his grasp, managing to get a solid hit with my hoof.

Unbalanced he started to fall, and he was taking me with him, then I heard the sound of glass breaking.

I felt the cool night air on my face, but couldn’t enjoy it. The world seemed to be spinning around me, us. The zebra was still holding on to me. Suddenly there was a loud ‘crack’ and the world went dark again.

Overwhelming pain in one of my rear hooves brought me back to my senses. Lying beneath me was a zebra. His eyes were gazing at the star filled sky, but he wasn’t seeing them, he wasn’t breathing. I rolled off the corpse and started rising. That is, I wanted to rise, but couldn’t. The pain and exhaustion I felt were too much. It still hurt to breathe, even more than before. My right forehoof was still bleeding and now my rearhoof was causing me so much pain that my vision faded every time I moved. Trying to move it was impossible, it wouldn’t respond.

Very faintly, almost at the edge of hearing voices grew louder. For a moment a burst of fear gave me the strength to try and crawl, to pull myself along the ground using the only good hooves I had left, but it just sent fresh waves of agony through me. I forced myself to remember what I’ve read in Charon’s book, hoping that the fear would keep me going, that it would allow mw to ignore my pain long enough to get away.

No matter how hard I tried, my body had simply had enough. I couldn’t move at all anymore. The fear I felt had faded to be replaced by resignation.

I… give up. I… just… can’t go on… anymore. Too tired.

This time I willingly closed my eyes, and for the third time this day, the world went dark.

Footnote: Level Up.

New Perk: Shadow Rank: 1 – “What was that? I must be seeing things.” Is what you often hear while snooping in places where you shouldn’t be. Hiding in the shadows and staying out of sight is something that comes naturally to you. You are 10% less likely to be spotted while sneaking and any sounds you make are reduced by 20%.