Everything had gone to plan...
The Sulmar Republic, after conquering the stubborn nation of Distonia, had thrown a celebration only three days ago and now, after years of slow and painful conflict and conquering of nearby nations and countries, can now finally challenge the New Lunar Republic. But there was a problem even now... Legends of the Alicorn's power had reached even as far as the Sulmar Republic Capitol, Sulmaria.
Indeed, ever since Princess Celestia had been killed in action by the now dead Distonian sorceror, Pain Strike, Princess Luna had become stronger, more ruthless, and feared by all, save her own subjects. Plus, under her rule, fueled by her grief and pain over the death of her sister she had gone after Distonia and took half of it over.
But The Advisor didn't feel it was completely neccesary to take over Equestria, not seeing them as a threat for war. But he was the only to also say the massive desert the Red Syndicate used to occupy before the Freat Equestrian War should be terraformed and taken, but due to the massive sandseas that was practically impossible, even if it did take up as much space as double of Equestira before the Wars.
The Advisor and his colleagues in the council now talked about their next actions...
"Alright! So what should we do then hmm? We've made it clear that taking over Equestria shouldn't be done yet, and that further conquest of other areas should be delayed, so what do we do?!" The Advisor sighed and corrected himself "What should we do?" rubbing his forehead with a hoof. He'd been up for days and without a reason why, he knew the others knew of his sleep deprivation, despite his weakening efforts to disguise it. "Advisor... We've been thinking, you should get some sleep. We can do this later" Said the pony he refered to as Number Five. Each of the council members, other than him went by numbers, none of them having power over him or the others and vice-versa, but simply being ordered by seniority. The Advisor for whatever reason, hit his head on the large stone ring of a table each of the others sat around and replied "No... This is a matter best discussed now, i think it's time for an unhinged verdict"
The members gasped, number three, a pegasus with a red coat and cloak on spoke in a dark voice "But the last time we had that, we fought eachother to a hospital! Are you insane?!" The Advisor smiled on the inside "Maybe i am, but we're going nowhere fast with this. I say we work on the country, too many ponies are complaining about the lack of food and bits to go around, not to mention a study we did indicates there's a 67% unemployment rate in the civilian populace"
Number 4, the most unbelievalbe of the six is an eight inch tall pegasus pony fully white with a silver striped, black mane and tail. She spoke with the smallest voice anypony's ever heard "I Agree with Number Three, making more jobs and actually doing it right should be very cheap and would do more good than bad in the long run"
Number Two shushed the tiny pony "The Best thing to do would be to continue our conque-" she was interrupted by The Advisor, a yellow mane and coat came from out of his hood as she pulled it back "Shut Up Number Two! You keep saying that, this is the twelveth time, try thinking outside of the one inch box! PLEASE!" he stumbled and felt light-headed. dizzy. "You're... You're all right... I should try to get some rest again... I'll be back after a few hours, when we can... Actually. Number One will pick what to do, being the one i trust the most, also i'll probably be asleep for a day"
The Advisor left the room and headed to his room.
Stopping in the doorway, he felt light headed again and collapsed on the polished floor, his limbs were weak, too weak to stand back up, despite valiant efforts he gave. He cried out in distress "Help!" and luckily there was a couple guards nearby to answer the call, and carried him to the hospital.
Six Days Later...
The Advisor woke up in a hospital bed with the largest headache and a couple tubes sticking into his left hoof and blood bag to his left and a respirator. A doctor walked in the door and smiled "Ahhh, you're awake. You're Very lucky to be alive Jared..."
Advisor Jared tried to move but found himself strapped to the bed and completely immobilized "Don't worry, you're safe... You had a very serious case of a wingstroke, it almost killed you infact" Advisor Jared's eyes went wide and the doctor chuckled "Yep, but you've been stabile for a couple days... but, i am sorry to tell you Advisor. We had to amputate the dead tissue... I... I'm sorry to say, but you're grounded" Advisor Jared's eyes looked sadly at the doctor and felt like crying, fearing for the next word. "Permanently" The doctor comforted him, putting a hoof on The Advisor's shoulder in fluid sympathy as the 'grounded' pegasus quietly sobbed, realizing the cold, hard truth.
He'd never fly again.
But he didn't even think that existed and raised an eyebrow at the doctor, his hollow orange eyes looking at him "What's wrong? Oh, right... you had wingstroke. It's caused by an extremely long inactivity of the wings, a year to be exact, some six months, or exposure to radiation. when you get a wingstroke, the tissue bubbles up to double it's size and becomes very heavy, then gets infected and starts to spread, killing the victim slowly and extremely painfully, but that's not important, what is... You're alive, now i'm going to see my other patients, don't freak out, you've got a special visitor to keep you company"
As The Doctor left the room, his guest walked in but he expected Number One and Four, but it was in fact Princess Luna who looked down on him with a pity-laced smile. "P-Princess... L-L-Luna?!" Jared's voice cracked upon speaking her name, easily giving away his surprise.