Dawn of the first day. 72 hours remain.

Starstep wove his way through the gathering herd, a light fog still clinging to the damp grass, the moisture not yet burned away by the morning sun. He nodded and smiled to any who greeted him, grateful that most of the ponies were still too drowsy or tired to take note of him. As he trotted through the group, he couldn't help but compare how the ponies compared to their nomadic ancestors. Unlike ponies of old, these were beginning to wear out from the stress of daily marching and a diet heavy in grass. Most of these ponies had lived their lives in the comfort of the city, walking perhaps a few blocks daily, and eating meals of prepared foods. It was no wonder that Lighthoof saw so many die in his vision of a griffon attack. Their spirits were willing, but their bodies were wearing down and before long they wouldn't be able to defend themselves at all. Only the trained guards and a few of the outdoor enthusiasts seemed to be faring well under the conditions.

He arrived at the front of the herd, noting that only Dazzle was there to greet him. “Morning, Dazz.” Curiously, he glanced about for Luna, surprised that his wife was nowhere to be seen.

The unicorn brushed her pale blue mane from her eyes as she offered a friendly smile. “A good morning to you as well, Star.”

Star grinned. “Thanks for not doing the whole 'prince' thing.”

She gave a soft giggle and a polite nod.

He glanced over his shoulder, ensuring they were far enough from the shuffling mass behind them before lowering his voice. “So uh, you doing okay? With the nightmares and stuff.”

Dazzle cleared her throat as she lifted her chin. “I am quite fit for duty. It will not affect my job performance.”

The colt shook his head. “No, I'm asking as a friend. How are you?”

She cocked her head slightly, studying him for a moment with her emerald eyes. “There are very few ponies whom call me that and truly mean it. Considering my line of work, most of them are rather... insincere.” She smiled and hesitantly put a hoof to his shoulder. “I am glad you consider yourself my friend. Luna knows, I have so few.”

Star smirked. “Well, with me, you get two for the price of one. I'm pretty sure Light thinks of you as a friend too.”

“I suppose one must take the good with the bad.” They shared a soft laugh. “That said... in answer to your question, I am doing better. The nightmares have lessened, but I am still coming to terms with what I have seen. There are things in my past that I am not proud of, and the dreams I had in those ruins provide me with no shortage of distress.”

Starstep nodded, placing a reassuring hoof on the one she rested on his shoulder. “If you ever need somepony to talk to, I'm here.”

“I would like that actually. It would be rather nice to have somepony to confide in whom would not use the information against me. You would keep what I tell you just between us, would you not?” She pulled her leg away and turned to face him.

“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Star finished by putting a hoof to his closed left eye.

Dazzle blinked for a moment before giggling. “Whatever was that?”

He chuckled. “It's a hometown promise to keep a secret.”

“Oh, well, thank you for that. Quite catchy.”

“Yeah, Pinkie Pie has a habit of making up catchy sayings and songs. You should see what happens when she breaks out into her Smile, Smile song.” He grinned. “I swear, Ponyville may be a little place, but it has never lacked in random fun.”

“I should like to visit someday. After the madness in the last few weeks, a little vacation in a small town sounds like just the thing I need.”

“I'll give you the personal tour.” He looked around. “Say, where's Luna? I know Lighthoof is off with the Command staff.”

Dazzle gestured to a small thicket of trees with her chin. “The Princess took aside the young photography assistant about half an hour ago. I do hope she does not remain gone long, the herd will be ready to move shortly.”

“Scootaloo... I guess Luna is making good on her promise.”

“Scootaloo? Ah, was that your friend that I advised you to speak with?”

Star nodded and gave her a smile. “Yeah. It was the right call. Thanks.”

“Of course.” She returned the smile warmly. “What are friends for?”

Starstep looked towards the thicket then back at the herd. Many of them were stood in place, ready to begin a new day of marching, their meager possessions packed and supply carts loaded. With a sigh he started off towards the trees. “Dazz, I'm going to let Luna know we're ready to go. Please keep an eye on things.”

“Certainly.”

The pegasus colt trotted towards the evergreens and oaks, silver chain and blue feather bouncing lightly against his chest. He slowed his pace and came to a halt as he caught the first glimpses of orange through the trees, brush and fog. He waited as Scootaloo cantered out. Her were ears splayed back, and she was biting her bottom lip. Doubt and confusion played out on her face as her eyes flicked up towards him for but a moment.

As she trotted past him, Star held up a hoof. “Wait, Scoots. What happened? Is everything okay?”

She hesitated briefly, glancing over her shoulder first at him, then the woods, then back to him. “I... I need some time to think, Star. We'll talk later.” She looked away as she spread her large pegasus wings and pushed herself off the ground, loose grass tumbling through the air in her wake. She glided away in the early morning sun back towards the herd, leaving Star rather concerned.

The crunch of grass and leaves caught Star's attention, swiveling his ears in reflex before turning his head. He noticing Princess Luna leaving the trees and the fog therein. She calmly walked to his side and stopped, looking out over her subjects.

“What happened, Luna?” He managed to keep the frustration from his voice.

“Tell me, my love. Dost thou think me too secretive?”

Star opened his mouth to reply and hesitated, not sure how to respond without sounding like a jerk. “Yes?” At Luna's amused expression he elaborated. “Well, you do tend to keep most of us out of the loop.”

“Tis true. A terrible habit I formed years prior to mine banishment. I suppose tis only fair that thou knowth what has transpired between Scootaloo and I and the reasoning for some of mine actions thus far.”

Star held up a hoof. “Luna, you don't have to explain anything to me.”

“Perhaps not, but I desire thee to know none-the-less.” The Moon-Goddess gave a soft sigh. “Tis not the first time thou hath reminded me that I hath been far too secretive since my return—too withdrawn and far too cold to those that mean me no harm. Twas thy wish that I work to form a bond with thy friend Scootaloo, twas it not?”

Star nodded. “If possible.”

Luna continued. “Scootaloo hath told me the full and honest truth.” She glanced down, noting his questioning look. “She admitted her fears and doubts about becoming a part of our union, and specifically her issues with myself. In return, I was also most honest with her about things I hath kept secret for many years.”

Star tilted his head. “Secrets? About what?”

“At the root of it is a connection Scootaloo and I had many years prior.” At Star's confused head-tilt, she smiled. “Did she ever tell thee of the camping trip where she was taken under Rainbow Dash's wing?”

Starstep tapped a hoof to his chin in thought, trying to remember any stories the orange filly had told him about Luna. Then his expression brightened as he recalled one. “Oh! Back in school she told me about this one time she was freaking out over ghost-stories and wouldn't admit it to Dash. You helped her to confront her fears and that's when Dash sorta became a big-sister to her.”

“Indeed, tis the one. After that night, she wouldst on occasion offer prayers onto me. Not for herself, but to thank me for mine assistance, for keeping watch over her dreams, and for the night-skies that she and her friends would admire. Even her friend Sweetie Belle received my assistance.”

Starstep smiled warmly in memory of the late evenings where he and the three Crusaders and would lay in the fields and stargaze together. The thought of their friendship warmed him a little. Then he shook his head, “Wait, Scoots talked with you back then?”

“Not directly. But I sometimes I wouldst hear her words of appreciation and would on occasion look in upon her. Did thee not think it odd that she was so tolerant of thy crush upon me? Of thy fascination with the stars and constellations? She was thankful to me and expressed it quietly, for fear of others misunderstanding. She saw me as a Goddess of dreams and the night, not as a mare as thou dost. Though, as she grew older, and her life more active, the prayers did cease. Such is youth.” Luna softly shrugged her wings. “But I have never forgotten. Those years back, I was still yet newly returned to Equestria and every thankful word expressed towards me or mine work was as honey, sweet and filling.”

“Okay, so I'm guessing you reminded her about how she made you feel better? Why did she leave here looking so... well, confused?”

“Patience, my love. I shalt explain.” She looked into his eyes, unfolding her wing gently across his back to draw him closer. “What I am to tell thee must never be told to another pony. Tia, myself, Scootaloo, and now thee. Tis a secret between us four—dost thou understand?” At Starstep's nod she continued. “If thou wilst remember when thee sought mine advice on Sweetie Belle's financial troubles?

“Yeah, you said you couldn't help directly.”

“Indeed. Tia and I refrain from affecting the lives of our ponies. Once upon a time, we attempted to help every subject with our powers... twas a disastrous generation. From then, sister and I agreed to avoid interfering and offer only guidance.” She hesitated letting him take in the information thus far. “As I watched Scootaloo grow into an adolescent filly and earned her cutie-mark, it became apparent that she would never fly. Fate conspired against her, and yet, she fought on despite the disability. Her fiery spirit and passion intrigued me and so I sought my sister's approval, whom agreed to allow me to perform this one gesture of good-will in secret.”

Star's eyes widened as he began to fit the pieces together. “Wait... hold up. So... her sudden and late wing growth-spurt? Did... did you do that?”

“Yes.”

Star looked away, hoof to cover his mouth as he tried to wrap his mind around the information. He was at a loss for words for a couple of moments, just blankly staring at into the distances. At last he whipsered, “She... she was never going to fly, ever?”

“Never.” Luna said calmly.

“Oh... Oh... geeze. That week those wings grew in, she was in so much pain. I did everything I could to comfort her, but afterwards, her wings were so big and beautiful, even Dash seemed envious. I'd never seen Scoots that happy. And all this time, it was your magic that did it?”

“Yes, my love. I gave Scootaloo the gift of flight.”

“Why didn't you ever tell her before now?”

“Think upon it. How wouldst a filly react to being told one of the pony Goddesses blessed her, curing her of a disability? I never wished her indebted to me, only to know joy as she had given to me. Twas meant to be a gesture of appreciation for her kind words and thoughts during a time I needed to receive them.”

She exhaled, leaning against her husband. “I acted... reserved when we met again in Canterlot, knowing that she'd long since forgotten our initial meeting within her dreams. A minor deception, as I wished a clean slate from which to attempt a romantic bond for thy sake.”

“Which didn't work out too well.”

“Neigh, due to mine reluctance to reveal the past and her refusal to speak the truth. Now, any future we may have wilst depend upon her.” She gave a soft sigh. “Tonight, while she sleeps, I shalt visit her dreams and show her what life was like for me upon my return, for she is not the only mare to fear being overshadowed. I can do no more, for in the morning, she wilst decide if we art to proceed.”

Starstep gave a solemn nod. “I understand.” He spread out one of his oily-black wings. “Speaking of wings, what about me? Can you do anything for these yet? I still can't get off the ground.”

Luna kissed his nose and gave him a sad smile. “Alas, my love. I cannot. My magic slides from thy wings like water. Tis a miracle that thy feathers regrew at all.” She pulled him into an embrace, letting the colt nuzzle up against her neck. “I fear thou mayth not fly again.”

“I was afraid of that.” He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. “It's the price I paid to save, Dinky and Sweetie.”

Starstep glanced up at Luna. “But I don't regret it and given the chance, I'd do it again.”

“Tis not all grim news. Thou hath surely noticed thy wing's resistance to magic—the encounter with Copper, the blast from the hippogryph. A curse, and yet a blessing. In a sense, as Lighthoof hath become mine sword, thou shalt be mine shield.”

He nodded into her coat. “I guess I can stop with the wing-exercises.”

“Neigh.”

Star lifted his head and looked up in confusion. “But you said I can't fly.”

“I stated that thou mayth not fly again, yet tis not final. Beyond that, I hath a surprise for thee later that requires strong wings.”

“Now I'm curious.”

“Patience, love.” She released him from her forelegs and turned towards the herd, her wing draped over his back, “Come, we hath kept our subjects waiting long enough.”

Luna retook her spot at the front of the herd, signaling the start of a new day's march. The blue alicorn led the way, Star at her right, Dazzle at her left, while her sister remained at the center of the herd, still the focal point of the young colts and fillies, and at the rear of the column, the griffon allies with their banners of white and blue.

They marched on in relative peace, only the gentle clop of hooves, squeaks of axles and rumble of wooden wheels to be heard. Conversation was light during the overcast morning, wisps of fog still hanging about in the depressions of the rolling hills that surrounded them. Eventually the gentle slopes transitioned to steeper accents, marking the foothills of the mountain range to the west.

The call of a hunting hawk drew Star's eyes skyward and prompted a flex of his wings and a heavy sigh.

Star noticed Dazzle give him a look of concern from around Luna's chest. “Is everything alright, Star?”

He gave rueful smile. “Well... just reflecting on not being able to fly.”

Dazzle cocked her head. “You are taking that quite well. I have met pegasi who... well... could no longer bear to live after losing their flight.”

The young stallion gave a shrug. “I spend most of my time in the castle. I've been flightless for weeks. Sure, it's annoying, and I'm really going to miss swooping through the clouds, but honestly, this is the price I paid for saving a good friend of mine. I already sorta accepted that.”

There was something in Dazzles look as she studied his face, his resigned expression. She seemed thoughtful, a glint of admiration in her emerald eyes. “I would like to hear this tale.”

Star glanced up to Luna. “Is that okay? You were in the story after all.”

Luna leaned down to give him a gentle nuzzle. “Certainly, my brave husband.” The soft show of affection turned to a loving kiss, which caused a faint blush to bloom on Dazzle's yellow cheeks.

Then Starstep launched into a telling of the night Sweetie's house was set on fire. The whole time, Dazzle watched him, smiling at the camaraderie at the Ol' Rowdy bar and laughing at the idea of a slightly intoxicated Princess. She gasped in all the right places during the telling of the dragon-fire inferno but never interrupted his story until he ended with passing out in the street.

“Did anypony catch the arsonist?” she asked at the end.

Star glanced up at Luna, who wore a stoic expression. With a shrug he looked to Dazzle. “Yeah.”

“Star, you do know that after such an injury, especially saving ponies as you did, that you could have resigned from the guard with full benefits?”

“Never crossed my mind. Too many ponies need me and I need them.” He smiled up at Luna, whose eyes sparkled joyfully at his comment.

“I must say, that is admirable dedication.”

“What about you? Any stories you can tell?”

Dazzle hesitated. “Well... I suppose it's safe to tell you about the time I took a mission in Stalliongrad.” She spun a tale of shadows and secret meetings and hoof-fights in dark alleys. In the end she exposed a corrupt mayor and the mafia he was secretly supporting. She blushed at his look of wonder. “I did my duty for the Princess and now Stalliongrad is ran by a noble house.”

“Wow, you should write spy-novels.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Perhaps when I retire. If you were anypony but a Prince, I could not have divulged half of what I did.”

Star gave her a smirk and nod of his head. “Well, on behalf of all the ponies who may never know you helped their city, thank you.”

Dazzle smiled. “You are becoming quite the diplomat.”

The young stallion glanced up at his loving wife. “I have a really good teacher.”

“Flattery wilst get thee everywhere, my love” Luna gave a soft giggle.

A thought occurred to Star. “Ah, on the topic of diplomacy. Um... is it alright if I talk with the captured hippogryph and griffon?”

Luna's eyebrow raised. “Certainly. Thou hath the authority to do so. Though, I am most curious at thy interest.”

He considered what to say without lying to his wife. Dawn's visions would open up a can of worms he wasn't ready to deal with. “Well... I know we're worried about what the griffons are up to and all... I'm afraid they're going to attack us before we get to Trottingham.”

“On this, we doth agree. Yet, dost thou not trust my interrogations?”

“That's not it at all!” Star noticed her playful smirk. “I... I just thought since I'm not an alicorn, they might let something slip. I dunno. I just want to try and help.”

Luna gave a nod. “I understand, my love. I suppose this wilst be a good lesson for thee. Interacting with prisoners hath much in common with dealing with foreign diplomats. One must be cautious about how much carrot versus the stick to use.”

“Rewards and punishment?”

“Of a sort.” Her eyes narrowed. “A word of warning. Thou art not to release the magical wards on the hippogryph nor unbind the griffon. Beyond that, offer nothing but creature comforts and hospitality. Make no promises thou cannot keep. For thou art a Prince and thy word carries much weight.”

Starstep gave a quick nod. “Got it.”

Luna's expression brightened. “Thou may speakth with them when we break for camp. I suggest taking Lighthoof with thee. Twould be a learning experience for him as well. Tell him the same warning, for the word of a Knight of Equestria carries as much weight as thy own.”

“May I tag along, Star?” Dazzle smiled. “I am an information officer after all. I would not interfere but I would be happy to give you tips and advice afterwords.”

“Uh, yeah sure. I'd appreciate it.”

The rest of the march was uneventful, with only a quick stop for lunch and then onwards until the sun began to dip towards the horizon. Star noticed the grass on the sides of the road was much more scraggly and parched, and the landscape more dotted with boulders. He imaged that tomorrow easy food would become scarce as the journey took them into the mountains proper.

Luna bid her husband a good afternoon and gave him loving kiss before walking off to talk with her sister. The royal sisters oversaw the set-up of camp and continued to watch over the little fillies and colts, keeping them out of the way of the working adults as they quietly chatted with one another.

Star trotted off towards the Guard command near the center of the herd, Dazzle right on his tail as they wove their way through the milling ponies. At last he came upon Lighthoof talking with Oakwood, still in his Knight armor, nodding occasionally at something the veteran officer had to say. Starstep noticed the little filly from yesterday standing nearby, watching Light attentively, but remaining far enough away to not eavesdrop.

Star and Dazzle stopped next to the little painted pony and he smiled. “Hey, Sunshine.”

She turned her head, returning the smile and giving an awkward curtsey. “'ello Prince Starstep.”

“Were you waiting for Lighthoof to read you another story?”

She shook her head. “No, sir. Just watching.”

“Watching, huh? What for?”

She looked away and scuffed a hoof against the dirt road. “Ah... well...”

“Hey, Star, Dazz.” Lighthoof trotted towards them as Oakwood wandered off. He noticed the filly and smirked. “Aren't you bored yet, Sunny?”

She gave a quick shake of her head. “No, Sir.”

Light chuckled and looked to his brother. “So what's up, dude?”

“I'm going to talk with the hippogryph and Luna thought you should come along.”

“Just like that, eh?”

“Yeah.” He gestured with his head towards Dazzle. “She wanted to come, give us some pointers afterwords.”

The tan pegasus chuckled. “Like secret truth spells or torture by tickling?”

“Oh, please. I could cause you to crack without even touching you…”

“Hah! Sounds like a challenge.” He looked back to the little filly watching them. “Sunny, we gotta go do something for the Princess. Sorry, this time I can't let you come.”

“Aww.” She pouted. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

“Sorry kiddo. I'll read you another story tonight to make up for it. Deal?” He stuck out his hoof.

Sunshine gave his larger, armored hoof a bump and grinned. “Deal.” Just like that, the little painted pony spun on her hooves and trotted away, her book-laden saddle-bags bouncing about.

“Cute kid. I can see why Princess Celestia hangs around with them. They're a lot more fun than the uptight Command staff.” Lighthoof ignored Dazzle's raised eyebrow and started marching towards a covered wagon about a hundred strides away. “This way, they have the hippogryph in there.” His head nodded towards the large four-wheeled, white-hooded vehicle.

Starstep and Dazzle joined him on either side, with Star looking askew at his friend. “What was that all about with the filly?”

“Sunny? Oh, ever since I woke up she's been following me. I think I'm her hero or something, I dunno, dude. She hasn't been underhoof and even brought me lunch. Good kid.”

Dazzle smirked. “Based upon her reading material and your recent promotion, I expect it's a bit more than hero worship.”

Lighthoof tilted his head at the unicorn. “Eh?”

Dazzle waited till they passed a group of refugees and lowered her voice. “I believe she aims to become your squire.”

“Squire? I don't need a servant.” He playfully nudged Star. “Prince Starstep is getting one, but that's royals for you.”

Star grinned. “You're a royal too, Lighthoof. A royal pain in my rump.”

Light gave a mocking bow of his head. “Always happy to serve, Prince.”

Dazzle laughed softly at their banter. “I am quite serious. Didn't the story of Winter talk about her squire?”

The tan pegasus gave a shrug. “I think so. The pony who followed her around and carried her sword?”

“Well, it is more than that. A squire is sort of an apprentice. They travel with the knight, helping with chores, like cleaning the armor, assisting you to don it for battle and such, but their main role is to learn how to be a knight by example. So that one day, when you are unable to lift your sword, she would take it up and continue protecting Equestria.”

Light raised an eyebrow. “How'd you know that?”

“I did grow up in Trottingham. Knight stories are very common reading material for colts and fillies, and are a part of our history.”

“Welp, I'm putting my hoof down. She's not going to be my servant.”

“Squire.”

“Whatever. I don't want a filly following me around. And I definitely don't want her near danger. What would her parents say?”

“Ah... Well, Lighthoof. She is an orphan.”

“Oh...” His ears drooped slightly.

As they arrived at the wagon, a pair of Sun-guards eyed them curiously, but did not issue a challenge. The gold and silver armor of an Equestrian Knight and Star's blue feather were enough to deter questions.

Star halted and turned to his brother. “Before we go in, Luna asked me to relay a warning. We're not to make promises we can't keep and not to release her bonds or wards. Other than that, just remember that as a Knight, your word carries as much weight as mine.”

Lighthoof smirked. “Easy enough.”

Star then gave a polite nod to the guards and lead the way up the makeshift stairs bolted onto the back of the wagon, Dazzle and Light on his tail. Inside, the afternoon sun filtered through the white canvas, lightly illuminating the bare interior in yellows and oranges. The hippogryph sat up as they pulled back the entrance flap, her fore-claws encased in metal mittens and chained loosely to an eye-bolt in the floorboards. She scooted away from them towards the front of the wagon, giving them room to fully enter, her expression seemed calm as her yellow eyes studied each in turn.

The three ponies arranged in front of her, Star at the center, Light at his right and Dazz on the left. Seeing that the hippogryph was unafraid nor seemed to pose an immediate threat, Star sat back on his haunches, his friends following suit. She was a dull grey on the pony half with white spots on her flanks, while her bird half was a soft cream with speckled black spots on her chest plumage.

“How are you? Are your claws better?” Star began.

The hippogryph blinked and tilted her head, a faint flicker of surprise in her expression.

Dazzle raised an eyebrow. “You seem shocked by his question.”

Her sharp eyes studied the unicorn for a moment before returning to Starstep. “I did not expect your first query to be about my well-being.” She lifted her metal-mitted hands, rattling the heavy chain. “To answer it, despite my... restraints, I am well. Your pony medics were very effective. I am without pain.”

Lighthoof gave a nod, attracting the prisoner's attention. “Glad you're better. I don't know how the griffons do things, but we aren't brutes.” He gestured at the three of them. “I'm Lighthoof, this is my brother Starstep, and our friend Dazzle.”

“I am certain you are more than you let on.” She eyed Star's feather, Light's armor, and Dazzle's calculating eyes. “Yes, it is clear you three are important. I am called Kreesha.”

Starstep smiled. “Well Kreesha, we'd just like to ask some questions if that's okay?

“There is very little I am allowed to speak of. My vows would prevent me from saying anything that would harm my Empress's empire. Just as you would not speak against your Kingdom, should you be captured. Am I correct?”

The three ponies shared glances before Light nodded. “Yeah. And if things weren't headed towards a lot of innocents dying, then we'd leave you alone.”

Kreesha's raised a tufted eyebrow. “Innocent deaths?”

Lighthoof sighed. “Look, we've already lost a lot of good ponies to griffon butchers and if you've any gratitude for us fixing your claws and treating you well, we'd like to know how to prevent more deaths. It's one thing for guards to die, we signed up for this gig.”

“I am unaware of these attacks. I ask that you understand that my Empress ordered us to round up ponies without killing and bring them to the fortress. Beyond that, we had no other orders against you. We hippogryph are not your assailants and none of my brothers and sisters would dream of disobeying our beloved Empress.” Her voice turned to ice near the end, as though daring the ponies to argue the point with her.

She closed her eyes for a moment and exhaled. “I do not have the answers you seek in this matter.” She paused, her eyes focusing on Luna's blue feather resting against Star's chest. “I recognize the color and size of that feather. Are you the consort to the Aspect of the Moon who visited me yesterday?” Her eyes lifted to meet Star's.

The pegasus nodded. “Yes, I'm Princess Luna's husband.”

“For one of the Aspects to take you as their consort speaks volumes of your character.” She looked down at her bound claws then up at him. “I will send a message to my Empress on your behalf. I believe she would wish to speak with you. She may have the answers to your questions.”

Light frowned. “Kreesha, we don't have time for sending letters back and forth, and the Princess wont let you go.”

“Such methods are not necessary.” The hippogryph shut her eyes as she sat rigidly for a couple of minutes. The three ponies exchanged glanced and as Light opened his mouth to speak, the hippogryph opened her eyes, looking slightly dazed.

“My Empress should like to speak with you.”

Dazzle cocked her head. “Are you using telepathy?”

“In a manner of speaking. We, who are of her blood, may commune with her. She is our original Brood-mother; we are connected to the Aspect of Order.” She looked back to Starstep. “Are you ready to speak with her?”

Dazzle stepped back. “Excuse us for a moment, Kreesha.” She gestured with her head towards the other two ponies and stepped out of the wagon. The colts glanced at each other and followed her down the stairs and out of hearing range of the prisoner.

Lighthoof tilted his head. “What's up, Dazz?”

She frowned. “Telepathy is a rather rare ability. I am not even certain the Princesses are capable of it. Assuming she possesses the ability and this is not a ruse, I could not protect you if you link with her.

Star looked towards the wagon. “You don't believe her?”

“I am not saying that. However, I have no experience with hippogryphs. I do not know the visual or vocal cues that would alert me to deception.”

Something occurred to Star at that moment. Nightmare had been quiet all day. Ever since his accidental look into her memories. Before, she'd been all too eager to point out lies and make snarky remarks. With her insight, he'd know for sure, but now he was left in the dark.

“She seems nice enough,” Light stated.

The unicorn nodded. “If you were captured, would you not cooperate as you look for a means to escape?”

“Oh... yeah.”

“There is one other point I should make. From what I have gathered, the hippogryph's companion that perished during her capture was likely her mate. We do not know who she blames for this death and she hides her grief well.”

Star tapped his chin in thought. “Dazz, can I talk with Light for just a moment? I don't mean to be rude, just... well its private stuff about the Princesses.”

“Oh, not at all. I shall wait by the wagon.” Dazzle gave an understanding smile as she trotted back over to the stairs.

With no other pony around, Star leaned in close to his friend. “Hey, Light. Dawn's sister has been quiet all day. She normally tells me when somepony is lying. Maybe she's just resting, or angry, I dunno. Point is, she's not giving me the insight into other ponies like she has in the last few days.”

“That'd be a big help.”

Star nodded. “Yeah.” He paused. “Look, if your visions are right, we only got a couple more days before we get attacked.”

“And we can't tell Dazz why we're in a hurry.”

“Right.” Star sighed. “I say, let's see if we can't get the hippogryph to agree to doing it tomorrow morning, and tonight, I'll see if I can't get Dawn's sister to lend us a hoof.”

Light cringed. “Asking a favor from her seems like it's going to cost you.”

“Honestly, I don't care. We can't let innocents suffer. I'll take the punishment if it can save them.”

Lighthoof gently hit Star on the shoulder with his hoof. “You're a good pony, Star. Just don't make deals you can't live with. We don't know anything about these hippogryphs.”

“Yeah.”

With that, Star and Light met up with Dazzle and pushed past the canvas flap back into the wagon. Star gave the curious hippogryph a smile. “Did you offer Princess Luna or her sister the chance to talk with the Red Empress.”

Kreesha shook her head. “No. Becoming the bridge between two living Aspects would kill me. I would not be of use to my Empress if I was dead from something so foolish.”

The blue-grey pegasus nodded. “Could Lighthoof and I speak with the Empress tomorrow morning?”

Kreesha closed her eyes for a few moments, then opened them, shaking off her daze. “Yes, the Empress agrees to a meeting at dawn.”

Dazzle fought back a frown but remained silent.

“Now that that's out of the way.” Star sat back on his haunches. “I'd like to ask a few questions about the Empress herself.”

The hippogryph's expression brightened. “If I am able, I will answer.”

Dazz and Light exchanged glances, shrugged, and sat at Star's side.

“I understand that she was brought back to the world after being gone for so long. Where was she?”

“The place between stars.” Kreesha's eyes lifted heaven-ward for a moment.

“Why was she there?” Light asked.

“She sought the answer for perfect order.”

Star's brow furrowed. “Wait, she exiled herself from the world on purpose?”

“The world was not ready for my Empress. All of the other races were not ready to embrace her ideas of unity. She was forced to carve an empire out of blood and conquest. Tired of the endless wars, she went to the place between stars, to observe the universe and the natural order of all things so that she could return and use that wisdom.” Kreesha's eyes took on a fevered, passionate look. “She saw that the universe is a cold, logical and ordered place. Where all things have a purpose, a part of a larger machine. Out there, even death had purpose. A unity for a greater good. To resist that which seeks to return us all to nothing.”

“Yeeeeah...” Lighthoof scratched the back of his head. “That sounds nice and all, but how did she get back?”

“She asked us to open the door. We obeyed.”

“Why now?” Star asked.

“It is not our place to question,” The hippogryph stated.

“Doesn't sound like you have a lot of freedom.”

“We have plenty. Those under her rule are free to do as they wish as long as her laws and commands are obeyed. There is order, and unity. None steal, or cheat, or hurt others. For if they do, punishment is swift and severe. Unlike your kind, each of us would gladly sacrifice ourselves to protect the others.”

Light frowned. “Hey now, we'd sacrificed a lot for other ponies.”

Kreesha looked at the three. “You guardians, yes. The citizens of Equestria, no. They are still selfish creatures. They would look out for themselves before others.”

Starstep shook his head. “That's a pretty big assumption since you hippogryphs don't live around modern pony-kind. How can you say that?”

“Because the Empress tells me so.” She smiled. “If you'd like, I can tell you of the feats of unity she has performed in the past, bringing together many races under her banner.”

The ponies exchanged glances.

Star shook his head. “Sorry, Kreesha. The sun is setting and we have other appointments.”

“Ah, of course, Consort Starstep.” She dipped her head politely. “I look forward to your visit in the morning.”

With that, the ponies turned and left the smiling hippogryph. Far away from the wagon, Dazzle shook her head and sighed. “Star, you do realize what you have done, do you not?”

The pegasus glanced at her. “What?”

“You made an appointment with the Empress. Assuming this whole telepathy thing is real. Either way, you must meet with Kreesha in the morning or the value of your promises becomes less than rubbish.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You seem rather determined to pursue this lead. You could simply wait until we returned to Trottingham and, under safer conditions, communicate with the Empress.”

“No, we can't.”

Dazzles eyebrow rose. “Oh? May I ask why?”

Lighthoof spoke up. “Call it a gut feeling and I dunno about you, Dazz, but I'd rather be ready for a fight and be wrong, than be caught napping. The outcasts are probably following us. Look what they did to our scouts.”

The unicorn weighed his words for a moment then gave a nod. “You make a valid point, Light. Still, I feel this course of action is hasty and potentially dangerous.”

Star nodded. “It is, but I really think it's a necessary risk.”

“I imagine Princess Luna will not be pleased with your arrangement. However, it will prove if the hippogryph's word is trustworthy. One way or another.” She noticed Star was leading them towards the griffon alliance camp. “Am I to assume we go to speak to the other prisoner now?”

“Yeah. Can't hurt.” He glanced at the setting sun as it dipped below the jagged peaks of the nearby mountains.

The few griffons who noticed them enter the other camp gave curious looks but didn't bother the trio as they made their way towards the center. There they found Alexander sitting near a large fire with the rest of the leaders, quietly chatting with each other about some city from their homelands. The old griffon turned his head at their approach, the first of the group to notice the ponies and smiled.

“Good evening, Consort Starstep, Sir Lighthoof and Lieutenant Dazzle.” His greeting silenced the nearby conversation as all eyes turned to them.

Lighthoof whispered, “Still freaky as Tartarus how he does that.” He grunted from the jab in his side from Dazzle.

The elder griffon laughed, having apparently heard his comment. “When one lives in the darkness long enough, one learns to see in other ways. Much like the animals at the bottom of the ocean, or the light-less depths of a cave.” He smiled, his broken beak twisted up at a weird angle. “I would image if you traveled Equestria with a blind-fold for a few years, you too would begin to see things without sight.”

Star interrupted, “I'd like to talk to your prisoner, if that's okay, White-feather Alexander.”

Antonio sneered. “Hah, come to butter him up with pony promises? Maybe offer him a pillow and a soft bed if he'll answer your questions?”

Alexander gave a patient sigh. “It is not as if your brutal methods have been very successful, Yellow-feather Antonio.”

Star wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. “I know he's your prisoner, so I won’t do anything to undermine your work.”

The old griffon smiled. “Not at all, Consort. Perhaps a bit more carrot is what we need in this situation. He does have a... certain love for pony-kind.” He and the other griffons laughed. “Princess Luna couldn't get a useful word out of him. He simply ranted and raved for half-an-hour until she grew bored and left. If you believe you can get anything worthwhile out of him, do what you must.”

Antonio growled. “What are they going to do? Tickle him into submission? Perhaps wear him down with begging and pleading? My wife is twice the pony these three are. At least she had the guts to slug the outcast filth a few times.”

“Enough!” Alexander's word stilled the air around them, commanding their attention. “You would do well to learn from the ponies. Some of them play the game far better than any of you.” When the other griffon didn't argue he looked to the three ponies. “My apologies. It is a trying time for us all.”

Star nodded. “I understand, White-feather Alexander. I take no offense.”

“Good.” He turned his head towards the griffons. “Orange-feather Sasha, please escort these three to the prisoner.”

At his word, the called griffon hopped up off a fallen log and smiled. “Of course, Elder.” Without another word, she slipped out of the circle and looked back at the three ponies, waiting. The ponies dipped their heads in respect to the griffon leaders before following the female griffon.

Sasha started off as they took to her sides and cast a smug grin at Starstep. “Well, hello again handsome.”

“Hi.” He noticed she appeared to be in good spirits. “You don't seem very down about losing your restaurant. Everything alright?”

The griffon gave a soft shrug as they wove through the scattered groups of griffons preparing their evening camp spots. “It can always be rebuilt and no one says that I have lost it for good. After the dust has settled, it's quite possible the Red Empress will allow outsiders to practice business in her city.” She smiled at him. “However, I'm touched by your concern.”

It was Star's turn to shrug. “I just figured it's not easy to lose something you put so much work into.”

“If you think I'd go cry in a corner about it, you've much to learn about griffons.” She smirked. “Perhaps I can give you private lessons?”

“Hey, lay off. He's taken,” Lighthoof growled.

The griffon turned her head towards the Knight, looking him up and down. “I don't believe we met... Oh, now I remember. You were at the ambassador's garden party.”

“Yeah, I'm Lighthoof, and this is Dazzle, one of Luna's Lieutenants.” He tilted his head towards the yellow unicorn.

The griffon slightly hid her disdain for the mare. “Charmed, I'm sure.” She halted the group in front of large rectangular wooden crate with a padlock holding it tight. A pair of armed griffons gave the female a nod in greeting. “Evening gentlemen, how is our guest doing?”

One of the guards smirked. “Got tired of his yammering, stuffed a dirty rag in his beak. Other than that, just like Red-feather Valkya left him.”

“Splendid. Please open the box, our pony allies have a few questions for him.”

The same guard nodded, pulled a key-ring from his belt to unlock the steel padlock and pulled open the lid with a dull creak. The other guard reached and lifted a ragged figure from the cramped interior.

The outcast griffon's face was badly bruised and slightly swollen, a black blind-fold over his eyes and a filthy rag jutting from his chipped beak. His grey feathers were missing in patches and burn marks dotted his brown flanks. He gave a jerk at the guard's claws and sat up under his own power. For all his injuries, he seemed rather proud of himself. The guard yanked the rag from the outcast's beak and took one step back.

“About time. Is it dinner yet?” the prisoner quipped.

Sasha tilted her head at the ponies. “Well, he's all yours. I have a meal to prepare for the clan-heads. Have fun.” She smirked and spun, her tail swatting Star's flank hard enough to make him jump as she wandered back the way they had come.

Dazzle narrowed her eyes at the departing griffon before turning back to the prisoner.

Lighthoof shook his head as he saw all the injuries. “Geeze, do you griffons treat all your captives like this?”

The guard with the keys laughed. “Only with these freaks. It wasn't just ponies they killed along the borders. We all lost clan-members. And to us, that's as good as family. He's lucky Elder Alexander forbade breaking his limbs.” The guard punched the captive in the ribs, making him gasp and wheeze. “Real lucky.”

“Enough,” Star commanded, “take his blind-fold off.”

“Yesss *cough-cough*.” The outcast wheezed. “Listen to the little pony like the dogs you are.”

When the guard raised a clenched claw, Lighthoof stepped forward. “Hold on. No more hitting while we're here.” He ignored the smirk on the outcast's beak.

“Suit yourself.” The guard ripped the black cloth from the bound griffon's head and stood aside.

The captive blinked his swollen eyes a few times then focused on the three ponies before. “Oh, good. It's the blue swan's cock-toy and his friends, Horn-job and Moron-in-a-can. Come to beg me to play nice and tell you all my secrets?” He laughed.

Star met the griffon's gaze. “We have some questions for you. Cooperate, and I'll see if we can't heal those wounds. You may be a captive, but if you tell us what we need to know, we'll make your stay as painless as we can. You should see how well off the hippogryph is. Her own wagon and everything.”

The outcast interrupted. “What has that little abomination told you?”

“Oh, everything she knew. But I wanted to see if your stories matched.”

“Hah. You lie. Those Druids won’t tell you squat unless the Empress wants them to.” He spat. “Some great leader she turned out to be. Bloody half-breed is what she is. So go buck yourself.”

Lighthoof chuckled. “Someone got their feelings hurt. So what happened after the real Empress showed up? You and your friends go off on your own?”

The outcast eyes fell on Light's wings. “Those will look good on my helmet.”

Star frowned. “So, how many of your clan are chasing us?”

“Wouldn't you like to know?”

Star sighed. “Look. I'm sorry the griffons are treating you badly. Give us some straight answers and we'll heal those wounds and get you out of that box.”

“I don't want your pity. I'll die a true warrior, unlike these pigeons you call allies.”

“So if you hate us that much, are your friends planning on attacking us?”

The griffon grinned. “Oh, yes. Someday, somewhere. Could be tonight, could be a year. Better not sleep, little cock-toy. It could be your last.”

“Why are you so set on hurting ponies? What did we ever do to you?”

“Why is the sky blue, or the grass green? Why does the wind blow? Because that's how it is. We griffons once ruled over you, and we will again. You're weak, and soft. Always blubbering about friendship and cooperation.” He spat, the glob just missing Star's hooves. “Griffons have lost their way. We used to be feared and powerful, warriors till the end. And one day very soon, you'll know our fury. You will tremble in terror at our approach.”

Star shook his head sadly. “I've seen my worst fears, and you weren't in them.”

“That'll change.” The griffon sneered.

Lighthoof spoke up. “When is this day of terror? How many are coming? I want to make sure I have enough cake for the party.”

“You'll know when it comes. I'm going to enjoy listening to your screams as they pull the wings from you.” His eyes turned to Dazzle. “Or the song of agony from this one as they saw off her horn. I'll never get enough of that beautiful tune. I've heard it many times from the ponies we caught along the border.”

Dazzle kept a stoic face and met his gaze coldly. Lighthoof was gritting his teeth and Star gave an irritated flutter of his wings.

“The foals were no fun though. They broke at the slightest touch. It's amazing your race ever becomes adults with how fragile you are. Why, this one filly sc-” He was cut off as Star scooped up the filthy rag and jammed it into the griffons open beak.

The griffon blinked a few times in surprise, but then smiled around the fabric triumphantly.

“Since you don't have anything useful to say, we're done here.” Star gave a nod to the guards. “Thank you for your help. We're finished with him for tonight.”

The key-holder griffon gave the pony a smirk. “Want I should rough him up a bit for you?”

“No, but thanks for the offer,” Star replied. They watched as the griffon was stuffed back into the box, the prisoner laughing around the rag until the lid was locked shut, muffling the sound.

As the three ponies turned and headed back to camp, Dazzle looked to Star. “You did well, walking away like that instead of retaliating.” She glanced at Lighthoof. “You too. I am quite aware how much you two wished to hurt him for his crimes.”

Light curled his lips in disgust. “Believe me, I wanted nothing more than to smack him around. He admitted to doing some horrible things.”

Starstep gave a nod of agreement. “Yeah. But I've been down that road before. Luna has been showing me how to deal with griffons. Holding back on the urge to buck that guy in the face is the hardest thing I've ever done. I can't imagine how many times the Princesses have swallowed their pride in the name of diplomacy.”

Dazzle gave a knowing smile. “Still, based on how angry that griffon was over the real Empress being a hippogryph, we can assume that she is not the one commanding their actions. I suppose we can also consider the threat of an attack all but confirmed. We, unfortunately, still do not know when to expect them, or how many there will be. There are any number of ways they could hurt the herd—picking off our scouts, attacking any that separate from the group, ambushes, environmental traps, and so on. Their options to do us harm are numerous.”

The colts shared a look.

At last the trio returned to the pony camp proper, the early flames of the scattered campfires adding a soft glow to the twilight hour as the sun completely dipped behind the mountains and a bright crescent moon peeked over the horizon in the east.

The yellow unicorn stopped and turned to face the pegasi. “Well, gentlecolts. All in all, they were brief interrogations, but you did well enough for a first attempt. Remember that just because somepony is cooperating does not mean they are not a threat. The same is true for the angry sort like that griffon. He thought he was just taunting us and did not want to give anything of value to us ponies, but in doing so, he has painted a picture of a violent group that has and will do atrocious things. He's made it very apparent that negotiations are not an option.” She smiled. “Everything somepony does, or says, can tell you much more than what is apparent at the surface.”

“Will you be there for the meeting in the morning with Kreesha?” Star asked.

“Unless another task takes priority.” She glanced towards the center of the herd. “For now, I must speak with Commander Oakwood about what we can do to protect the civilians should that griffon's threat come to pass very soon. We guard are so few in numbers, I fear that not knowing what to expect will be a disastrous problem. Traps, ambushes, full-on assault. We could prepare for one or another, but not all. We are spread far too thin.”

Lighthoof gave a solemn nod. “Yeah... we are.”

Dazzle brushed her pale-blue mane from her eyes. “And you, Sir Lighthoof, need to speak with that young filly Sunshine and Princess Celestia and see if you cannot come to an arrangement.”

“I don't need a servant, er squire. ‘Specially not a little filly like her. She's just gonna get hurt.”

“I understand that you did not grow up on the Knight stories that we Trottingham ponies did. However, this is something beyond your personal wants. Mark my words, not taking a squire is a horrible mistake that you will come to regret.”

As Light opened his mouth, Dazzle narrowed her eyes. “Do not attempt to argue this point with me. I consider you a friend, Lighthoof. So, as a friend, heed my warning. Deal with this situation now. Even if you do not take Sunshine as your squire, you will need to take one. The Princess can elaborate further, but for now, I will see you gentlecolts in the morning.” She gave them curt nod and trotted away.

“Night, Dazz.” Star called after her, and Light a moment later. Star turned to his friend. “Well, interesting day.”

“Yeah, dude. For you maybe. I just got told I have to adopt a kid.”

Star gave a lop-sided grin. “I don't think it's quite like that.”

“I still think it's nonsense; who takes a filly into battle? It's crazy talk.”

The pair of pegasi began to walk through the herd, wandering around the various gatherings at the campfires.

Star tilted his head as he recalled some of the stories he had read in Twilight's library. “Times were different back in the days of the Knights. Even the kids had to learn how to survive.” He gave a shrug. “Anyhoof, go deal with that. Tonight I'll see if I can't talk Dawn's sister into helping us, and in the morning we’ll have an Empress to chat with.”

“Assuming that hippogryph isn't bucking with us.” Light gave a soft sigh. “Just be careful with you-know-who. I don't want to see you suffering, dude. We're bros. We've been through a lot together. It's not fair you have to deal with Miss Crazy-flank.”

“I'll be careful. I don't think she wants to do anything that's gonna get her caught. Still, you're not having an easy time with Dawn. I'm just as worried about you.”

“I'll be fine, dude. We got each other.” They shared a hoof-bump. “Guess I better go find Sunshine.”

“Yeah, later, and good luck,” Star said as his friend turned to leave.

“You too, dude. Don't let her push you around.”

Starstep smirked. “If only it was that easy.”

He'd spent the rest of the evening wandering about the camp, watching and listening. The herd's spirits were high, but they seemed a bit more lethargic and weary. The campfire conversations were quieter and many went to bed earlier than normal. Most that saw him offered friendly smiles and bows of their heads but didn't engage him in conversation or drag out the meeting. He'd give a nod of acknowledgment and continue on.

The guards that Starstep met on his rounds seemed tense and a little nervous, as though they could feel some unseen threat just in the shadows. Despite that, they performed their duties admirably given their sparse numbers and short sleep schedules. Star made a mental note to ask Luna to reward the guards when they got back to Trottingham; it was the least he could do for them.

A few hours later, Star was curled up on the dirt and scruffy patches of grass, watching the herd settle down for the night. His thoughts turned inward as he began to wonder what he would say to the Red Empress. The implications of what he had agreed to began to sink in. How badly would he screw things up if he made a mistake? Could he offend the Empress in a way he wasn't aware of? Would she use him to hurt Luna or force information out of him? The more he thought about it, the more he worried; the more he worried, the more it consumed his thoughts. The endless cycle of anxiety distracted him until a yellow apple floating in a blue-magical field booped him on the nose, startling him from his vicious thought cycle.

He turned his head as Luna curled up beside him and kissed him on the cheek. “Good evening, my love. I see thy thoughts art heavy.”

Star plucked the apple from the air and rolled it between his fore-hooves. He hadn't eaten anything all afternoon, but the worry had suddenly killed his appetite. “Yeah...” He held the apple back out to the Princess. “Here, I'm not hungry.”

“Thou art, and thou shalt consume it,” Luna commanded.

“But I'm-” She used her magic to stuff the apple into his mouth.

“As thy Princess and thy wife, I command thee to eat.”

Star sighed and bit through the soft skin of the yellow fruit, the juices leaking around his lips. It was sweet and very moist. He slowly ate it as the alicorn watched until he set aside the core, then she hopped up and pushed him over onto his back. With a giggle the alicorn slid up to rest her chest against his and leaned down to lick the apple-juice from his lips. Slow and teasing she stroked away the moisture with her tongue until her lips finally met his and sent a chill up Star's spine with the gentle show of affection.

“Art thou feeling better now?” She said softly.

The young stallion nodded, pinned under his wife. “More from the kiss than from the apple.”

Luna gave a soft laugh before ever so lightly rubbing the tip of her muzzle with his. Their breaths washed across each other's coats and Star could feel the alicorn pressing down against his body. He reached up to curl his hooves through her ethereal mane and stroke along her ears. The mare gave a light moan in response and tilted her head towards the petting. Starstep couldn't help but smile at the pleased expression his wife wore, still caressing her ears and neck as the blue mane gently wrapped around his forelimbs.

The alicorn half opened her eyes, looking at him with a mischievous smirk. Her horn glowed blue and Star felt the cool touch of her magic stroking the fur at his wing bases, right below where the feathers began. The pressure squeezed and flexed like fingers around the joints, firm enough to massage the muscles but still gentle. He gasped and shivered, arching his back up at the pleasurable feeling. “Oh, Luna.”

“Mmm... I take it thou dost like that?” At his frantic nod, she giggled and continued to use her magic to tease his wing-bases while he pulled her tight to his chest with his hooves. He kissed and nibbled along her neck, listening to her soft sounds of enjoyment and loving the feel of her coat against his.

Luna changed her magic to gently pet his back as she cuddled up against him, resting the side of her head against his chest and giving a soft exhale of contentment. Starstep closed his eyes and simply hugged the alicorn's neck to his body, letting the mare relax in his hooves. Nothing else in the world mattered to him at that moment

Long minutes passed as the pair simply enjoyed the pleasure of each other's touch, a smile on both of their lips, peace in their hearts. Just as the young stallion was beginning to doze off, Luna pulled back and looked down lovingly at him.

“Remember that even during times of great stress and conflict, one must take care of oneself. How can thou lead if thou art passed out from hunger? Or art so burdened by troubles and stress that thou makes rash and ill-advised choices. What example wilst thou give to the other guards whom look up to thee and thy brother?” She lifted a questioning eyebrow.

“Not a good one I guess.”

“Indeed. While tis noble to share with others, as thou hath done before, remember to not sacrifice too much.” She softly rubbed noses with him. “Now, what troubles thee?”

He cleared his throat, eyes darting to the side as he tried to think of a good way to explain the situation. “Well...” He paused for a few moments. “During the meeting with Kreesha the hippogryph, she said she was telepathically linked to the Red-Empress and offered to have me talk with her. I... sort of agreed to it. In the morning I mean.” His eyes lifted to meet with Luna's.

Luna looked at him calmly. “I see. Tis interesting that she did not offer Tia or myself this option.”

“Ah, she said something about two Aspects linking would kill her? I'm not exactly sure what it's all about.” He paused. “You're not angry at me for agreeing to meet?”

“Am I to assume thou understands the gravity of thy appointment?” At Star's quick nod she gave a gentle smile. “Then there is no need for me to press this issue. My command to be wary of thy promises still stands and this mayth yet prove to be an opportunity to gather information on the Empress, for we know so very little as it is. Still...”

Luna blew a raspberry into his neck, causing the colt to squirm and laugh. “Thou must be more cautious about such risks.”

“Okay, okay, haha, I get it. It was stupid to rush it... but-”

“But?” She placed her lips to his neck again, ready to torment the pegasus.

Star squirmed a bit nervously. “The griffon pretty much said we're going to get attacked. I'm going to try again tomorrow, see if I can't get him to slip out when.”

“Ah, so thou feels rushed to make decisions?” She nipped his neck, causing him to yelp. “Next time, my love, I ask that thou seeks my council upon such matters. I wilst not prevent thee from pursuing a lead in protecting Equestrian citizens, but it would do thee well to remember the experience I can offer. Tis all I have to say upon this subject.” She nuzzled into his neck and rolled onto her side, pulling the pegasus into her hooves. “Now. Banish such heavy thoughts from thy mind for the evening and rest, for tomorrow thou must be at thy best.”

Star rubbed his head against Luna's cool, soft coat and gave a contented sigh. “You're going to visit Scoots in her dreams tonight, right? I hope it all works out.”

“We shalt see.”

A thought occurred to him. “Do... Do you peek into my dreams too?”

“Now that thou art my husband, I do not.” She smirked mischievously. “Unless thou requests it.”

“Why?”

“The dream-scape is thy refuge from the waking world. Tis thy private place away from all of thy new duties and stresses. There mayth come a time when thou art angry at me or wish to indulge in secret fantasies. There, thou art free to do so without worry of my intrusion.”

Star breathed an inward sigh of relief. For now, Nightmare was free from accidental discovery by the Moon-Princess. “Okay. I was just curious.” He gave a yawn and felt his eyes grow heavy in the alicorn's loving embrace. “I love you, Luna. Thank you for being patient with me.”

Luna smiled, stroking his mane. “Not at all, my dearest love. Thou art still young and I am very pleased at how well thou hath handled recent events.” She nibbled lightly on his ear and whispered sweetly. “I hope thy dreams art gentle.”

As his eyes drifted close, he hoped so too. The last thing Star wanted to deal with was an angry Nightmare. He only hoped the wrathful spirit was in a generous mood.

Author's Notes:

Chapter edited by Idylia /) Brohoof

I'll be honest, this chapter gave me a bit of trouble. Mostly because I had to decide how much to share now instead of later and a few little world-building rules I was going to have to abide by going forward.