Author's Notes:

Hey, I've decided to upload a chapter for a story once every weekend, so I don't have to make time thoroughout the week! Hope you enjoy these chapters, if you notice any errors, please tell me! Enjoy!

Pinkamena was getting extremely tired of this, first, she had to deal with a couple of idiot customers, then her clone tried to beat her to death, then she had to deal Twilight and her Royal Ass, then she had to get a bit of a history lesson from Zecora, most parts were boring. Then, when she finally had time to sleep after an exhausting day, Sylia decided to tell her everything, well, mostly everything. It was obvious that she was holding back, Pinkamena was questioning whether to trust her before, but now it was obvious. And finally, to top it all off, some weird demon thingy that Pinkamena was temporarily afraid of appeared and gave her ‘answers,' which gave her mixed emotions. She was already physically exhausted, but now, she was mentally exhausted.

There was a loud banging on the door, causing the door to shake violently, Pinkamena cringed in response.

“WE WILL NOT ASK AGAIN! IN THE NAME OF THE ROYAL GUARD, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!”

And now, these bastards wanted her to go back to the castle, probably Celestia wanting to talk to her again about her ‘sins’. Honestly, she was getting sick of all of this. She didn’t even care about seeing Celestia angry or playing mind games with her ex-friends, all she wanted to do right now was sleep. But, it doesn’t seem like she’s going to be sleeping anytime soon, especially considering she had been talking to the voices in her head until the sun came up, she probably wouldn’t have been able to get that much sleep anyway.

“Alright! Hold on to your horses! I’m coming!”

Pinkamena held back a chuckle, her pun being the cause. It’s true; she had changed immensely over the last few months. But, it was the little things that stay the same. Her sense of humor had remained the same, well, her jokes were sometimes dirtier and more morbid than what they used to be. Sometimes a pun here, a joke there, pretty much the same thing she used to do. But, since she took so little things seriously now, they were more common. Despite being physically and emotionally exhausted, she still made them.

After slowly making her way to the door, purposely moving slowly to aggravate the guards, she opened the door. As she expected, there were two guards on the other side, both with serious looks on their faces. Like the rest of the Canterlot Guard, there were two variations. The bulky white guard covered in gold armor, and gray guards covered in gold armor. They looked identical to the ones that had escorted her to Canterlot, and now, thanks to Zecora, she knew why they all looked alike.

“So, two, big, muscular stallions show up to a young mare’s bedroom early in the morning, how could this possibly go wrong?”

Pinkamena asked sarcastically, looking at both guards in a suggestive, sadistic manner. Of course, she wasn’t serious. As entertaining as it would be to have a gang bang with Canterlot guards, one of her fantasies, it would probably never happen. They’re way too serious all the time, and they probably go through self-control training to restrain themselves. It definitely won’t happen now until the whole Celestia thing blows away, which she feels is going to be a massive pain until it does.

When the guards didn’t respond, the look on her face slowly left, being replaced with a bored one. After sighing, she looked at the guards.

“So, what do you want now?”

She asked in an uninterested response, at this point, with how tired she was, she couldn’t give fewer bucks.
The guard on her life, the white one, began to pull out a scroll. Identical to the one she had seen before, with some overly long, boring letter. She was willing to deal with the one before because she was curious, one had never been read to her before. But now, she had experienced it; she never wanted to again.

She quickly put her hoof on top of the scroll as he was pulling it out, giving him an intimidating stare.

“Don’t pull that out; I am far too tired to deal with another one of those. Whatever it is, you can just tell me. You don’t need some fancied up letter written by Celestia to tell me that, if you start reading that scroll, I can’t guarantee your safety.” She said with an annoyed tone, the guard she was talking to said nothing in response.

He wanted to retort, to tell her just how much trouble she could get in for threatening a guard. But, he and his partner were under strict orders to get her to Canterlot as soon as possible, no delays, no pit stops. Considering the situation, he understood why. He quickly put the scroll back into the bag on his side, making sure to keep an eye on her while he was doing it. His partner did nothing in all this; he wasn't ordered to. He was a backup, just in case anything happened. He was also a recently recruited guard, which meant he wasn’t allowed to talk unless spoken too. They would have sent more guards, but with what recently happened, they need as many guards as they can get.

He was about to speak, then she interrupted him, putting a hoof in front of his face in a stopping gesture.

“Wait, don’t tell me. ‘Dear Pinkamena Diane Pie, please come to Canterlot, I have uncovered new evidence overnight, totally not stuff I made up, so I can now arrest you. I’m going to scream baseless accusations at you because I can, love Celestia.’ Am I right?”

She said in a sarcastic tone, making gestures with her right hoof as she did so, obviously making fun of Celestia. No sane pony would make fun of Celestia by themselves, so much as in front of Royal Canterlot Guards. Pinkamena wasn’t sane, but there was another reason she did this so cockily. She was one of The Elements of Harmony, literally one of the most important ponies in Equestria. Just because she doesn’t talk to the other five, doesn’t mean she isn’t one.

An Element of Harmony wouldn’t get arrested unless the charges were drastic, such as murder, treachery, etc. Even then, they’d still get special privileges. Pinkamena was fully aware of this and abused it to the fullest every opportunity she got.

The guards ground their teeth, anger flooding through them. How dare she make fun of Celestia! Their generous, benevolent, powerful leader! Celestia has given the privilege of being an Element to her, and yet she talks so disrespectfully about her! It Infuriated them to no end! But, there was nothing they could do.

Pinkamena was looking at them expectantly, noticing the anger they were trying to hold back, and enjoying every second of it. There were a lot of things she liked doing, but one of her favorites was getting people angry. Ponies were at their best when they were at their worst when a pony is angry; their true colors come out. Their thoughts, their feelings, their everything. Well, that, and completely screwing people over. That was fun too.

“P-princess Celestia wants you, and the rest of The Elements to come to the castle. Something has come up, or, more specifically, someone. She said this is a potential threat to Equestria.”

Pinkamena could tell he was barely able to hold himself back, and her smiling wasn’t helping. But her smile slowly faded, as the guards’ words hit her. She wasn’t concerned about there being a threat to Equestria, that was a normal thing, and she didn’t care. It was about the timing. Just hours ago, she had been told that some threat mysterious shadow threat would be coming. From voices in her head, but a warning nonetheless. But, it was mostly her curiosity.

“A threat? What kind of threat?”

She asked curiously, wanting to get as much detail as possible. But the guard just smiled, which was unsettling, she had never seen a guard smile before.

“That was in the scroll, maybe if you were respectful, you would know. I guess you’ll have to wait until we get to Canterlot, come on! We’ve wasted enough time!”

The guards separated, one going to the fight side of the door, and one to the left, both on the outside waiting for her. The one that had just been talking gestured her to go, that smile on his facing seeming to have disappeared. She wanted to try to get the information from them, but she knew they wouldn’t give it to them. She knew the how guards worked by now; there was no point in arguing with them. She sighed again, tired of dealing with this political stuff all the time. She was tired of having sleeping problems. Tired of being left to the mercy of the voices in her head. Tired of everything, but most of all, she was tired of being tired.