//------------------------------// // Transitions, Part Four // Story: Beauty Is Where You Find It // by Verdigris //------------------------------// Chapter 23 (((()))) “Take this message to my brother. You can find him everywhere. Where people live together, tied in poverty's despair. You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me. I'm not blind, and I don't like what I think I see. Takin' it to the streets. Takin' it to the streets. Takin' it to the streets. Takin' it to the streets.” – The Doobie Brothers, Takin’ it to the Streets (Takin’ It To The Streets) (((()))) As ordered, Verdigris was off just as the sun lightened the sky. He wore his new armor; he thought appearing as a Guard would be better than anything else. He was sure Patrol armor would alert every Guard and Constabulary pony in the area that Stormhawk was back, and he didn’t want that. The Indigo wouldn’t be any better. As he cruised along, he reviewed his mental list of subjects to check. He’d asked before leaving if he should speak with Nikolai, but Celestia took that for herself. She knew how to talk to ponies; she had nearly endless experience. Okay, check on Fire Flash, and look into the Stallkhovich family. He swore to himself. All that’s probably in the Archives back at the Aerie. Well, I can make a stop on the way back – no, I sent that to Canterlot. Okay, so I got it right and didn’t even know it. I can deal. The flight wasn’t bad; it wasn’t much further to Stalliongrad from Canterlot than from Oceanside, and he arrived around eight o’clock. The first indication of trouble was a Flight of Guard Pegasai in Stalliongrad colors. They formed up and indicated he should follow them. He noted they were armed. Oh, wonderful. I can’t hide my size or my horn, and I never made it a secret I’d be joining the Guard. They landed in Gorky Park, and he noticed a bare patch on the grass. I was standing there, wasn’t I? He looked at it, and felt something wrong. “Come with us,” the Captain said in accented Equish. “One moment,” he replied in Rus. “There’s something wrong here.” He walked over to inspect the area carefully. “When did this appear? I was standing here three years ago.” The Pegasus cocked his head to one side, then nodded. “Five days after you left. The grass died, and nothing grew.” He looked at the patch of earth nervously. “Some ponies have said you cursed the ground.” “No, or not on purpose. When we’re finished, I want to see if I can fix it.” The Guard looked at him skeptically. “I have no animosity for Stalliongrad, only some of the ponies here.” He gave the stallion a pointed look. “I had reason.” The Guard nodded, and Verdigris studied the spot for a few minutes. He nodded and said, “I assume your Commanding Officer wants to speak with me?” A nod. “Then let’s go.” He followed docilely, watching his surroundings. He felt unfriendly eyes on him, and wondered if it was the Speaker’s lackeys, or just ponies who were unhappy with him. Maybe I should have – no, the enchantment can’t hide everything, so no point. Time to face the music. They arrived at the Garrison, and he thought, Well, maybe I can get all my questions answered. Hopefully without any shouting. He was led into a dark, cluttered office and told to wait. He did, taking his glasses and a book out of his saddlebags; he was catching up on magical theory, as Twilight had mentioned a few spells she thought might be useful, and he needed the background information. A half-hour later, the Garrison Commander, a greying azure-and-copper Pegasus who wore round, steel-rimmed glasses walked in, sat behind his desk and glared at him. Verdigris put away his book and looked at the stallion expectantly. He wasn’t disappointed. “You are not wanted here,” the Commander said bluntly. “All you have done is cause trouble.” “So it’s true. What’s your point?” the Alicorn replied. “I’m here on official business, assigned by Celestia herself, sir,” he finished, removing the small scroll from his saddlebag. “I can save you the trouble, if you like,” he offered as the scroll was unsealed and opened. “Indulge me.” The grizzled stallion’s Equish was very good, and Verdigris wondered if he was from an old noble family; there were still a few left in Stalliongrad. He read the scroll carefully, checking the signature under sunlight; it glowed in Celestia’s colors. “Very well, I will listen, and – if you are persuasive – assist you in your mission.” “I’m here because of Ivan Stallkhovich. He’s on a leave of absence because his past is interfering with his performance. We need to know more about his early life, his sister Ravenna, and the complete story about Captain Fire Flash. All those are related.” “You are certain of this?” “We know he didn’t grow up well, even by Stalliongrad standards, and was thrown out at age ten. His parents didn’t want him, and lavished attention on Ravenna, while they treated him like a Romanhoof serf. That can’t be all of it.” Verdigris sighed. “He’s ‘snapped’, for lack of a better term, and it was at myself, Celestia and Luna about hanging back and letting the Guard take care of things. Taking the worst-case scenario as his reasons, stressing that the Princesses are heroines, and they don’t die. More along those lines.” He sighed again. “We had to slap him down, and that wasn’t pleasant. He’s my friend, and he’s a good Guard, sir. We want to know everything so we can help him leave it behind, or at least stop it from bothering him.” The Commander pursed his lips and nodded gravely; Verdigris took out a small book and quill, holding both poised. “да, you have the right of it, товарищ. All that is true. Wasn’t a report sent?” “A very thin brief, and a casualty report. Nothing else.” “Hmm, probably his report. Well, you have the essence of his life; he has family in Canterlot you might ask.” “Princess Celestia is taking personal charge of that,” Verdigris explained. “I suppose all that’s left is Fire Flash.” He looked away uncomfortably. “I’ll be blunt: Was Ivan in love with her?” “да, and though it wasn’t forbidden, it wasn’t looked on well.” He shrugged. “It was inevitable, I suppose. She was popular, attractive, inspirational and devoted to her troops. A true leader. She would merely ask, and her ponies would move heaven and earth for her.” He sighed, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Some were content to merely be in her presence, but you could see Ivan adored her. I can’t say for certain, but I believe that feeling was reciprocated. I don't know if they were lovers, but it wouldn’t surprise me. “She died five years ago while on the border with the Griffin Kingdoms. We’d had reports of raiding, and sent out a company to investigate.” He shook his head wearily. “They weren’t ambushed, thank Celestia, but it was almost as bad. Fire Flash went with a small escort to speak with the local Magistrate, and as they waited, some bird swooped down and decapitated her. He didn’t escape, but the damage was done. ‘Celestia’s other sister’ was dead, and worse, Ivan and his uncle Nikolai were beside her where they couldn’t miss it. Ivan … changed.” “That’s what he said about his sister,” Verdigris mused aloud. “What he did after – ” the Commander shuddered. “Suffice to say we have had no trouble from that area since. We ordered him into counseling, but before he could take more than a few sessions, he was re-assigned to Canterlot; Special Operations wanted him.” He looked out the window. “The doctor said he was fit for duty, but he’d need more sessions. Nopony knows if the word was sent.” “I could ask, but I doubt it. The Canterlot Garrison takes that kind of thing seriously. They did with me.” Verdigris paused in thought. “I could see him transferring his loyalty and feelings to Celestia all too easily. I don’t get why he said I should have called for help from Celestia a few months ago.” The Commander nodded with a twinkle in his eye. “Oh, the story’s out.” “да, and a nasty one it is,” the Commander confirmed. “From what you have said, Ivan seems to be afraid of losing his family, be they blood or other kinds. Add to that what happened with Fire Flash, and that could explain it.” He gave Verdigris an appraising look. “Is this your thought?” “All of ours, actually.” Verdigris thought for a few moments. “He’s a good soldier, sir, and a good friend. He’s a little stiff, but I guess his early life could explain that. Celestia doesn’t want to lose him.” “Understood. As for Ravenna, she took her parents’ deaths very seriously. From what you have said, and from reports, she was essentially an only child, and they take losing a parent far worse. She was a lovely, sweet, happy young mare, and then – ” he slammed a hoof on his desk top. “It all stopped. It was as though she died that day, as well.” “Ouch.” Verdigris grimaced, in sympathy and pain of remembrance. That could have so easily have been me. “да, it was as though another pony was standing there, afterwards. Later, she was rarely seen, but word had come that she was training, hard and furiously. Eighteen months later, certain ponies in the mob – especially the Vory – started dying. There was and still is no physical evidence to link her, but I firmly believe it was Ravenna. Later, the Archer appeared, and I was positive it was her. No proof, of course.” “Ivan either knows, or is as sure as you, sir,” Verdigris said. “She was after revenge, but after a certain point there isn’t enough.” Commander Neighvoczech – his rank and title placard had jumped into view when he’d rapped his desk – nodded in agreement. “Such is life in Stalliongrad, Verdigris. It’s not an easy place to live, at best. At worst – well, I need not tell you what that can do to ponies.” “I’d like to access Guard and public records, sir. The Princesses will want to see this for themselves.” Neighvoczech nodded, and wrote on a parchment for a few minutes. He passed it over, saying, “This list is where you should look, I think. I won’t limit your search, however. You’ll get full cooperation.” He sat back and looked at the young stallion for a few moments. “I understand you don’t hate Stalliongrad, but you don’t like some ponies.” “Just the mob and Vory. They tried moving on Oceanside, and I wouldn’t have it. That’s where it started.” “You know it can only escalate.” Verdigris gave him a sharp glance. “That’s what Ivan said.” “They will not stop until they get what they want. They are old, and have usually had their way.” “How old? Ivan said they go back to the Long Night.” He turned to a new page and started writing. Neighvoczech chuckled. “He would. They’re two, maybe three hundred years old, but that never stopped them from claiming more than reality about themselves. It’s easy to intimidate ponies who don’t know better.” Verdigris nodded. “If that’s all, I’d like to get started, sir. I’ve got a long day ahead.” “Yes, and it won’t get any longer.” Neighvoczech looked up as a secretary walked in and murmured into his ear. He looked at Verdigris, then nodded. “I have just heard of what you said in the Park. That spot is strange, and there have been very mild tremors since. If you can, please fix it.” “I will, sir. Once I know what I did, I shouldn’t take long.” Verdigris put away his tools, and stood. “Good day, sir.” “удача.” (((()))) Verdigris checked the Garrison’s records first. He spent two hours poring over the files, taking voluminous notes, making copies of important items, in case the Princesses needed more information. When he finished, he thanked the Guards and moved on to City Hall, where he got a decidedly cool reception. He didn’t ignore it, but just shrugged it off. Another two hours gave him the rest of the picture, literally. There were pictures of Ivan and Ravenna at the crash site, and the glare they exchanged spoke volumes about them not seeing eye-to-eye. It’s almost as though she blamed him for it, he thought as he closed the last file. What a mess. After leaving City Hall, Verdigris returned to Gorky and inspected the place he stood three years ago. The ground wasn’t soil, but solid rock, and his hooves were outlined. He stepped into them, closed his eyes and let the earth speak to him. I didn’t use my power, I pulled it from the ground. It changed the rock structure, and drew up a magma column. It was dormant, but he could tell it would probably erupt in a hundred years. No way do I want a volcano named for me. He opened his eyes and took a moment to compose himself. As he did, he over heard somepony comment on how hot it was; it was comfortable to him, but it was rather warm for Stalliongrad. I think I can do something about that. I took power from the ground and put it into the air; time for the power to go back. He straightened, spread his wings high and wide and ignored the curious ponies who were gathering around. He raised his head, closed his eyes and extended his senses, feeling the air’s currents and ambient energy level. I can do this. I just did it in reverse before. The ponies watched as his horn glowed, and started as they felt something rushing past them. There was a bright glow surrounding the strange, troublesome Alicorn from the south, and it grew cooler as they watched him standing there, still as a statue. Verdigris felt the energy entering his horn and wings, passing into and through him, and exiting through his hooves. The power coursed and filtered down, restoring the underlying ground’s stability and solidity, pushing the magma down until it was where it belonged. The eruption would still happen, but in a few thousand years, long after everypony forgot about him. Well, I hope they do. The Guard and Constables gathered and moved the crowd back. The Unicorns could feel what he was doing, as could the Pegasai, though not all of it. They only knew he was fixing something, as the wrongness they felt faded. About an hour after he started, Verdigris lowered his head and took several deep breaths as he fought the fatigue. Ugh. Almost as bad as anything else, he thought. He opened his eyes and looked down; his hooves were planted in knee-high grass, the ground simple soil again. It worked. Good. He extended his senses again, checking his work, and found only the barest difference. What counted was what he’d done had been corrected. He felt rather than heard the ponies dispersing, and was surprised to hear a familiar voice say, “Very impressive, Verdigris. I was right. You’re more than you appear to be.” He turned to see Ravenna Stallkhovich standing a few yards away, her eyes bright and piercing. “So, what are you blaming me for, Raven? Ivan got the worst of it, I’m sure.” “Ah, that’s why you’re here,” she replied, her gaze sharpening. “Are you interested in the whole story, or only Ivan’s side?” “I’ve already got his side. I’d like to hear yours,” he replied. Her expression turned skeptical, and he added, “I was thinking I could have followed the path you did, if something had gone differently. And the reverse applies.” Ravenna looked at him for a long moment, then said, “We should go somewhere private before the Speaker hears you’re here.” Verdigris scowled. “He called you in, eh? Why haven’t you started?” “He’s still setting up the board. You know how we Rus are about chess.” “All right, I’ve got what I came for.” He gave her a lop-sided smile. “I suppose I’m at your mercy,” he said, nodding at the bow. “I can see why you like it, by the way. It’s all skill.” “I heard you also have one.” She looked at him speculatively. “It would be interesting, нет?” “да, it would, but that will have to wait. Lead on.” Stallkhovich nodded and led him around the city center to a small, cozy bar and grill, and out of some perverse mood, he changed over to resemble his ancestor: Indigo armor and black coat. The doorman/bouncer looked at Verdigris balefully, but stepped back when Ravenna looked at him. When they were seated, he said, “Well, I have to wonder who’s really in charge in Stalliongrad, after that.” “Don’t foal yourself. I’m only a small-to-medium fish. I stay independent because I’m so dangerous.” “And elusive,” he agreed. “So why meet me out in broad daylight, with witnesses including more than a dozen Guards, right after a very public display of power? Doesn’t that put you at risk?” When she smiled, he said, “Oh, yeah, Luna speculated you have more than Pegasus magic, and I remember how you seemed to vanish the night she visited. Situational and environmental invisibility.” Ravenna smiled wider, and he caught a glimpse of the mare Neighvoczech spoke of. “Very good. I was right, you’re far more formidable than most ponies would give you credit for being. No wonder the Vory keep underestimating you, despite the displays. You do it so little, and somehow it slips from sight and mind. You and I aren’t so different. I might speculate we have ancestors in common.” “Careful with that,” he said as the waiter/bartender stopped at their table. “I’ll have the Oliver salad,” he ordered in Rus. “A good choice, comrade,” the waiter replied. “Two,” Ravenna said. “Mineral water, as he’s on duty.” The waiter nodded and walked away. “Interesting choice of appearance, Stormhawk.” “Well, we all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everypony’s gone. Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk and some are leather. They’re the faces of the Stranger, but we love to try them on,” he sang softly. Her expression changed to a stony glare. “A little too close to the truth, да?” “очень,” she replied flatly. “Well, since we’re talking about the truth, sort of, why not tell me your side, like you wanted?” he asked, producing the book and quill. “You’re recording this?” “Nopony except Celestia and her most trusted will see it, Raven. She’s going to want to see it, instead of be told it. Less chance of misunderstanding.” “What if – ” “She’ll keep it to herself if I ask. I’ll tell her you’re my problem, and that’s mostly true, isn’t it?” Ravenna looked at him, then nodded. “All right.” She took a breath, held it and let it out slowly. “I never knew Ivan was my brother. Our parents told me he was a foundling, one who needed discipline. So I never questioned how they treated him, though I thought it was harsh, at times. I was always their darling,” she said, almost grinding it out. “He was never given a kind word, that I ever heard; his birthday was never celebrated. He was never given any kindness or respect.” She shook herself. “I learned all this when we met after the train wreck. I refused to believe it at first, but he produced the proper documents, including our parents’ wills.” She looked away briefly. “He was only mentioned once, and that was to be given his rake.” Her voice shook ever so slightly. “That must have hurt.” The quill danced across the page as he spoke. “You have no idea, but it was too late to reconcile, and I had other things on my mind, as you’ve no doubt guessed. He and I seldom met, and it wasn’t pleasant. In a way, I blamed him for their deaths. Stupid, but teenagers often are. When I was ready, he distanced himself. We haven’t said more than guarded hellos to each other in ten years.” “That makes sense. Too much,” he said as their meals were delivered. “So, how do you reconcile your life and occupation?” “The usual.” Verdigris studied her. “Maybe, but that’s a trap, Raven. You realize Slope’s going to find out, sooner or later.” “You can’t tell her, Verdigris. It would kill her.” “Maybe. If she asks, I’m not going to lie. That would kill her when she found out,” he replied after swallowing. “I’ve been putting her off, but I’ll have to tell her, eventually.” “Yes, that’s true.” She sighed and nodded. “So, you know it all. What next?” “That’s up to you,” he replied as he stored the book. “If you know anything about me, family is everything. Don’t think I won’t strike back. The ponies I left behind when I went to the Aerie should be enough warning.” His tone was conversational instead of threatening, which gave it more weight. “You go after my friends, family and loved ones, you’re a marked pony. No questions, no excuses, no quarter.” “I see." She looked at him for a long minute. "Does that make us enemies?” It was his turn for the long look. “I don’t know, Ravenna. I get the impression that your heart isn’t in the job; more accurately, it is, and you’re not supposed to have empathy or sympathy for your targets.” “You may be right,” she admitted softly. “You never seemed to have that problem,” she pointed out. “They made it easy for me. I don’t like bullies, and if Bronyiev hadn’t gone after my whole family, things might have been different. The same for the ponies who went after Tatiyana. Making me angry doesn’t stop me from thinking, I just do it on a different level.” They ate silently for a few minutes, enjoying their food and thinking about what had been said. Ravenna broke the silence. “What about Ivan?” “He’s on a leave of absence until I leave Canterlot, and he’s been ordered into counseling. The rest is up to him,” he replied as he finished his salad and wiped his mouth. “I’ll be gone by the end of the week.” “Might I ask why?” “I’m going back to Oceanside to wrap up my affairs before I attend Officer Candidate School at the Academy. Those damned pretentious Unicorns,” he sneered mildly. “West Hoof isn’t in my future, and I don’t need it, according to the previous Captain.” “That would be Surestrike,” she said. He nodded. “I studied the Aerie’s Archives, obviously.” “Why are you telling me this? Never give up an advantage.” “I don’t know, and I doubt I’ll ever be able to explain it,” she replied as she met his gaze. “There’s something about you that does it.” “I’m learning to really hate that.” “Perhaps it’s because you inspire trust, despite your nature.” Stallkhovich shrugged as she finished her salad. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing. You didn’t have to repair the damage you did in Gorky, you know.” “I told myself I didn’t want a volcano named after me.” He nodded at her surprise. “It wouldn’t happen for a century, but it would happen. I don’t hate Stalliongrad or the Rus. My anger’s reserved for the Vory.” “Then this minor war will not end until you or they are eradicated.” “I thought as much,” he groused as he paid the bill, silencing her protests. “Maybe we’re enemies, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be gracious, Ravenna. Mutual respect of professionals.” She smiled. “Yes, I like that. Then we will not fight unless we’re forced to. Acceptable?” “да.” Verdigris stood and said, “Thank you for being so forthcoming, Raven. Who knows? Maybe this will work out and we can have normal lives. Whatever that is.” She chuckled. “Yes, perhaps. I suppose we’ll see each other sooner than we like. Until then. до свиданиiя.” “до свидания.” (((()))) Two hours later, Verdigris was in the Aerie’s Archives, searching for the Stallkhovich entries. After a few mis-steps, he found them, and they confirmed and amplified what he’d found, what Ravenna told him, and what Ivan told Cadance. He shook his head with mixed anger and sadness as he closed the book. Damn it, what was wrong with their parents? “What are you doing here, Verdi?” Lexicon’s voice asked from the stacks just before she walked out. “Miss us that much already?” she added with a smile. “No, just checking a few things, Lexi. Nothing for you, Golden or anypony else to worry about.” Verdigris nuzzled her when she reached his side. “And I thought I’d see how things are going. I don’t like leaving anything unfinished.” “No worries. The food problem is definitely fixed, and the Griffins have all-but vanished from the area. Sky’s got enough ponies for a light Squadron, and more Hawks have come in since you left. We're starting to open up the unused areas.” She smiled at him as she ruffled his mane with a wing. “You did good.” “That’s good to know.” “So, are you about done in Canterlot, and how’s ‘Feather?” “Almost, and she’s doing fine. You can tell Sky that Slope’s working out well, too.” “Good. Can you stay?” “Nope, I’m on the clock. The Princesses sent me out to check on the Stallkhovich siblings. It’s not something I can talk about right now; I’ll send you what I can, when I get permission,” Verdigris said as he stood up and replaced the books. “How are you and Card?” “We’re good, and getting better. I’m still sorry about what I did, but I’m happy everything worked out for everypony.” “That’s fine.” Verdigris checked the time. “Okay, if I book it – ” Lexicon face-hoofed – “I can make Canterlot by dinnertime. Give everypony my regards, ‘kay?” When she nodded, he gave her a hug. “Sorry, but gotta go.” “Okay. Don’t be a stranger.” He snickered, and she amended, “Okay, stranger than usual. Smart-flank.” “See you.” He trotted out to find Blackhawk and Golden waiting for him. “Will you stop that?” he groused, glaring at the Unicorn. “I know you keep track of every Hawk, but this is going kinda far.” “Hey, it’s your fault for being so competent, and obvious,” Golden replied as she gave him a hug. “I’m still not too happy with you, but I don’t hold a grudge. I’ll get over it.” “If I didn’t keep track, I’d have to find something else to do,” the Unicorn said as they tapped shins. “That could be bad,” he added with a wry grin. “Okay, but nopony but the Princesses knew I was going anywhere. Who – oh, duh, Luna’s a Hawk. Why am I made of stupid today? Couldn’t it have waited until tomorrow?” The leaders chuckled as he face-hoofed. “Okay, I guess that’s out of my system. I was just getting ready to leave.” “Why are you here?” Golden asked. “I thought you had things in the works.” “Ivan Stallkhovich. We’re piecing his life together to find out what’s causing problems for him.” Verdigris shook his head. “I thought I had a rough time growing up, but was I ever wrong.” “How bad?” Blackhawk asked. “I don’t know if I can tell you. I’d have to clear it with Celestia.” They looked at him for a minute, then Golden said, “That’s fair enough. He’s a Hawk. We watch out for each other.” “Speaking of that, I thought you’d like to know Slope’s doing fine. She ought to go far.” “That’s good. If you’ve got to go, we won’t keep you. We just wanted to catch you before you left,” the Pegasus said. “You take care of yourself, Verdigris.” She looked at him, noting his coat color under the Indigo. “Hmm, doesn’t seeing you this way bother some ponies?” “Not that I’ve heard, but I’m sure the shouting will start in Stalliongrad.” “Are you daring the lightning?” Blackhawk realized what he said, and his distress made Verdigris laugh. “Don’t worry about it, ‘Hawk. ‘Sides, I already did that once.” He tapped forelegs with them. “See ya.” (((()))) Two hours later, Verdigris stood in Celestia’s office, resting after the grueling eleven-hour day. The Princess studied the information stoically, but he was sure her expression of composure was the mask she usually wore; he could feel her anger. Tornado Kicker sat beside her, reading along, and his scowl left no question about his mood. He was pissed. Yep, for once I’m glad I was following orders, he thought. Celestia set everything down, closed her eyes and murmured to herself; he recognized the calming mantras. She spent about five minutes, and when her eyes opened, the fire was out. She shook her head. “It’s worse than I thought.” She looked at Verdigris and nodded at a chair. As he sat down, she continued, “Nikolai was very forthcoming, and Ivan under-stated his plight.” “Of course. Typical Rus stoicism and fatalism,” Verdigris replied. “I’ve seen it before.” “I can’t believe you were sitting at the same table as Archer,” Tornado said, “and you got away unscathed.” “All the pieces aren’t in place, sir. Chess isn’t my game anyway. I’m no strategist; I’m a tactician.” “Officer-Candidate School will fix that.” Tornado studied him for a long minute. “I can see why her Highness thinks so highly of you, and why Cloud remembered you.” He smiled at Verdigris’ surprised expression. “Oh, yes, you left an impression. She once told me she was worried you’d be disappointed when she ran out of West Hoof just before graduation.” Verdigris’ eyebrows threatened to touch his horn. “Yeah, we don’t talk about it, but it happened. I’m a little disappointed – she was doing so well – but I support her choice. Ponyville’s Weather Service needed somepony like her.” “Uh, wow. She’d have been a good Guard, sir.” “There’s still the future. No hurry.” “Well, that aside, we have the complete picture,” Celestia said. “What can we do?” She looked at her god-son expectantly. “Oh, now I have to be a therapist? He’s got to confront all this, that’s obvious. Maybe make peace with Ravenna; she’s willing, and he’s all she has, besides Slope.” He paused, then added, “She’s almost the same as me about family. Same with him, just in another direction. He’s got to stay in counseling, though. He’s not going to be able to get past it unless he gets the help.” “I’m glad you see it that way, because when you go to OCS you’re going to get some anger-management sessions,” Kicker said. “I don’t know about Shining, but I don’t need a hot-head in the Guard. Maybe you’re disciplined, but anger can cloud your judgment, make you act without thinking. You can’t make intelligent decisions.” He looked Verdigris in the eye. “And Hawks don’t go off half-cocked, either.” “I think you’re over-reacting, sir, but I’ll accept your judgment. Just so you know, my thinking is more instinctive when I’m upset, and I’ve learned to trust my instincts. That works in my favor in a fight; yes, I understand it’s not all hoof-to-hoof. I’m saying I’ve got the advantage when it all goes to Tarterus and you have to run with what you’ve got.” Tornado nodded to himself. “You could be right. We’ll see.” “Go get rested and cleaned up, Verdigris. Dinner’s at nine. I expect to see you there.” Verdigris bowed. “I’ll be there, god-Dam. Until then.” He trotted out briskly. “Well, he’s everything you said he was,” Tornado said with a bemused expression. “Good thing he’s decided to join Luna’s Guards. We’d have a fight over him, otherwise.” “He wouldn’t let it happen. He’d tell them to go buck themselves and go back to Oceanside, probably,” Celestia replied. Her eyes glinted proudly. “And he knows I’d back him up.” “He’s a luckier colt than he knows.” (((()))) Later that night, Verdigris sat in his rooms, reading a book about business theory Fancy Pants had written back in his University days. It wasn’t the definitive word, but more business-ponies referred to it than any other volume. He yawned and set the book aside; it was close to eleven, and he was still feeling the day’s activities. He stood up and walked onto the balcony, looking in the direction of Stalliongrad. He thought about Ravenna and how her life had changed so drastically, when his hadn’t quite. What’s different, other than I’m not an only child, like she effectively was? Is that it? Celestia said they react worse. Is it being the center of attention? “‘Tis so,” Luna’s voice said from above, just before she landed beside him. “Celly and I have seen similar before. The only child has all their parents’ love; sharing is not an issue. They are also indulged more. When that is ended, many react badly, though they adjust. In her case, it was sudden, brutal and ugly.” She looked toward Stalliongrad for a few minutes. “Thou art concerned about her, and the similarities between her and thou.” “Yes. I can’t help but wonder.” He paused. “Well, not only was I the oldest, I didn’t lose everypony. Those are the big differences. She had nopony, even with Ivan. There’s no way I’ll ever understand how they could do that to him, Luna. Foals are gifts from Faust, right? Something to take as the serious responsibility and privilege they are. You’re molding a new pony.” “Aye, ‘tis true. I like to believe I have done well, though I can ne’er be certain.” They stood there, side-by-side, looking out into the night. “Wilt thou be here long?” “I’ll go to Ponyville for a little while, then home to wrap everything up. I should be back in two to six months.” He grunted a laugh. “I’ll be seventeen when I come back,” he said. “Should be interesting.” “Aye, ‘twill. Change can be frightening, and I am pleased – as is Celly – that it holds no fear for thee.” “It doesn’t yet,” he corrected. “I hope I never end up like the other Oceanside ponies. It’s almost as though the wonder and curiosity was leached out of them.” He shivered. “I can’t let it happen, if I’m going to be like you. I can’t imagine an eternity of that. I’d go mad.” Luna nodded and nuzzled him. They stood there for a few minutes, until the doors opened and Honey Bunch and Sea Grass walked in, looked around and joined them, nuzzling Verdigris in the process. “Highness,” Grass said in greeting. “Thou art just in time,” Luna replied with a smile. “He was becoming maudlin.” “Yeah, that happens,” Honey answered with a smile of her own. “I think we can fix that.” She looked the Princess straight in the eye. “You’re invited, if you’d like.” Luna started, then looked at Grass, who nodded. Verdigris looked at her steadily, almost hiding his own surprise. “Gramercy for thine offer; ‘tis most tempting, but I will not be accused of stall-robbing. Ask me another time,” she replied with a gentle smile. “Enjoy, all of thou. Good e’en.” With that, she launched away, heading for her Court. Grass sighed. “She’s almost as bad as Celestia.” I heard yon. ‘Tis not yet time, Grass, and I do not wish to intrude. ‘Tis how it feels, Luna replied, and broke contact. Honey Bunch sighed. “She seems so lonely.” “She’s still adjusting,” Verdigris replied. “Slow down, and next time warn me, okay?” “What? I’ve heard about how you two are from the staff, and Blaze hasn’t kept us in the dark.” Grass gave him a pointed stare. “Hey, leave me out of this,” the Unicorn’s voice filtered through the door. “I’m not gonna lie when asked, Boss.” “You’d get it worse if you did,” Verdigris replied. “Yeah, okay, but inviting Luna this soon wasn’t the best idea. It’s been, what, three months? She’s still getting used to the changes.” “Granted, but now she knows we’re okay with the idea.” Honey nuzzled him again. “Come on, I can tell, and so can Grass. We’ve been around you a long time. It’s not just pity or sympathy you feel for her, you like and respect her, and it’s getting to be more than that. You know better than to think we’re jealous, Verdi. We wouldn’t have been possible.” He nodded. “Okay, you’re right. Just please don’t blind-side me like that again.” Grass nuzzled him. “Sorry, but the opportunity was there, and we couldn’t waste it.” Verdigris was about to reply, but was caught by a yawn. “Ugh, well, never mind. We’ll give her time. Fair enough?” They nodded. “Okay, I’m bushed.” He grinned slightly. “So, shall we get re-acquainted?” Honey shivered as Grass replied, “We thought you’d never ask.” (((()))) Verdigris spent most the the next two days as he had before: Work-outs with the Guards, checking the records sent from Stalliongrad, reading and talking with Celestia. They managed to put together the entire picture of Fire Flash’s death, especially when they read the interviews with the other Guards. It confirmed their suspicions. The last day, Verdigris knocked and entered Celestia’s office. “What is it?” “I said we were going to discuss your plans, remember?” she replied as he sat in the chair she indicated. “I know the next year to eighteen months are going to be wrapping-up your affairs, followed by Officer-Candidate School, but what after that? Luna said she’d love you as one of her Guards, but is that all you have in mind?” She locked eyes with him. “I know you, god-son. You’ll get bored.” “Maybe. I thought of doing something like the Warriors, but for the Night Guards. I can’t believe Luna hasn’t thought about it; you’re not the only one interested in what’s happening outside our borders.” Celestia smiled mysteriously. “You’d be surprised. I can see that, but you‘re wasting your time. She has her own force for that.” “What, Hammer and Anvil? They’re by her side as though they were roped there. Maybe Meridian and Broadsword can be spared, but that’s a lot of work for four Pegasai.” Celestia smiled again, and Verdigris found it irritating that he was in the dark. “Okay, what am I missing?” “Luna told me she’d introduce you to her Guards before you left for Ponyville. Tonight, as it turns out. Just keep an open mind.” She glanced outside, then asked, “What are you going to do with your armor? I assume you’ll leave what you don’t need in Oceanside here.” He nodded. “If I thought it would help, I’d have my Indigo shipped to the Aerie for when I needed it, but I don’t see a point. I’ll worry about that after OCS. I’ll have my stuff stored while I don’t need it. The only question is where.” “If you’re still planning to live in Ponyville, I think I can talk Sean into that. He has plenty of room in his basement. You might ask for help building a house, if that’s what you have in mind. I don’t think he’ll mind.” “Are you sure you haven’t read Machiavelli, god-Dam?” Celestia chuckled. “What makes you think I didn’t teach him?” “Okay, now you’re trolling. From what I’ve heard and read, you’ve never been off Equis. Of course, not everything is in stories or the Archives.” Verdigris paused as he accepted a cup of tea. “Is there a problem if I see about preserving them? That’s a ton of information we have, and a lot is mouldering away. Who knows what we might lose?” “I don’t mind, but I have the final say on that you can see, at least at this stage. There are some things in there that aren’t nice.” He gave her a stern look. “I have your memories, and I have some of the same dreams. I think I can handle it.” She looked at him with no expression. “How detailed, Verdigris? I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done, the same as you. Mine are, oh, more epic, for lack of a better word.” “Well, glassing-over the Brahma Plains took a while to reconcile, but I’m okay. I understand why,” he replied after a sip. “It’s not just the memories. The emotions came through as well.” He nodded when her expression changed to shock and horror. “Yes, I know how it feels to go mad, and I know it was Luna who broke you out of it. It was about he same after you had to banish her, too. Just because I don’t say anything doesn’t mean I don’t know. You keep stuff from everypony if you think it will hurt them. You don’t have to with me and Luna. Somepony told me once keeping it all inside is a good way of going into a tail-spin you can’t get out of until you hit the ground.” He looked into her eyes over his cup. “That’s what it’s like, isn’t it?” Celestia finally closed her mouth, and nodded shakily. “I'd hoped you’d never know,” she said in a small, almost timid voice. “I – It’s never good to have power and a temper, Verdigris. Love, fear and hate are the most powerful emotions we have, and – well, you know what can happen. You’ve been there. But it’s worse with Luna and I. We have to keep ourselves controlled almost all the time, or we could do untold damage. I wasn’t joking when I said my anger could lay mountains low. I’ve been and done worse, far worse.” “I know.” He reached across the desk with his left hoof and gently grasped her nose as he looked into her eyes. “I still forgive you, god-mother. You said nopony’s perfect, including yourself. I’m not going to stop loving you, despite what I might learn. You have to cut out the bad wood to save the tree. Sometimes you’ve got to do what looks bad at the time to have something good come out of it. I get that. I’m not pretending I’m better. Trust me, I know I’m not. I know what it is that keeps you awake at night, and it’s not so bad as you make out.” He gave her a twisted half-smile. “And we had the nerve to say Ivan was over-reacting. He was looking at it wrong.” Celestia chuckled ruefully. “Thank you, Verdigris. I’m so glad there are times when you’re wiser than I am. I wish they happened more often. Maybe we could figure out why – well, that’s for another time.” He removed his hoof and she took it between hers. “Well, guess I don’t need to worry about you.” “You won’t stop any more than mom will, and you know it. It’s okay. I know you’ll watch out for me, and that’s fine.” He stood and nuzzled her. “And you know I’ll worry about you.” “You don’t have to, Verdigris. I’ll be fine.” He stared at her steadily, his expression unreadable. “No, seriously.” “Horse apples, mother,” he replied softly. “I will because I know something nopony else but Luna does: We have the same tendencies. We hide our true feelings behind carefully-crafted façades. We don’t let many ponies close to us, because we’re worried what they might think when they learn the truth.” He snorted with amusement. “So we show them the clichés: You’re the benevolent, aloof and distant Goddess, while I’m the strong, silent-type anti-hero. It’s what they’ve come expect, at least the ones who don’t know us well. “What we never want to do is let anypony see what we’re hiding: A deep, violent, potentially deadly passion for what’s important to us, one that could destroy what we love, if we let down our guard. Uncle Mike said it best, I think: ‘With power comes responsibility’. Ultimate power, ultimate responsibility. We answer to nopony and everypony; we serve Equestria. There’s nothing else to say.” Celestia smiled ruefully. “Yes, all of it,” she agreed softly. “Then I don’t have to worry about you, at least. If you know that, you’ll be careful, for all those reasons.” She stood, walked around her desk, wrapped him in her wings tenderly and held on for several minutes as she silently cried with subdued joy. “I’m so fortunate, and glad I saved you, son,” she murmured into his ear. He returned the hug and replied, “I’ll never be able to thank you enough. How do you properly thank somepony for saving your life?” Celestia nodded, then reluctantly let go. “As much as I enjoy that, we have things to do. Finish up your business here, then see Luna tonight. I want you on the first train to Ponyville tomorrow. I don’t want you waking Twilight up again, all right?” she finished with a gentle smile. He chuckled. “Okay. I should see you before Wrap-Up. Good day, god-Dam.” He nuzzled her again, then turned and let himself out. Celestia returned to her desk and just sat there, leaning her head against a hoof as she looked wistfully at the door. “My dear, dear colt. You have no idea how proud and humbled I am because of you. One day I’ll tell you.” (((()))) As Verdigris walked along, he was thinking ahead: What to do, who to talk to and how fast he could accomplish everything and not buck it up. He was so focused he didn’t hear Tornado calling his name until the Pegasus barked, “I’m talking to you, soldier!” He stopped and looked back. “Sorry about that, sir. I was thinking.” Kicker gave him an irritated glare as he reached Verdigris’ position, and they started walking again. “My name’s Tornado when I’m off-duty,” he said. “Kickers go off-duty? Wow, you learn something every day,” the Alicorn snarked back as the Guard fell into step beside him. “What do you want, Ell-cee?” he asked with an irritating grin, receiving another glare. “I wanted to talk to you about Stallkhovich, smart-flank.” “Gee, and it’s almost lunch time. Thanks for ruining my appetite. I thought we’d taken care of that.” “Not everything. I was mostly wondering how you’re going to deal with him after you join the Guard.” “I won’t be. I’m going for Night Guard, remember? It’s about the only way I can keep from butting heads with him, at least until he’s out of counseling. I’m no psychologist, but I know seeing me every day isn’t going to help.” As Tornado started to speak, he said, “I’m not counting on anything, Tornado. Anger-management and counseling only go so far.” Kicker nodded. “All right, just as long as you’re thinking about it.” He shook his head. “You Coast ponies are a real pain in the flank. Surestrike and Thunderstorm are from Cape Colt, and were as bad as you are with that independent streak. You’ve got to learn to be a team player, or you’ll be butting heads with your class-mates, your fellow Guards and your superiors. We don’t need wild-cards or loose cannons, except for the Special Operations crew, and even they’re picky about that. You can’t just drop everything and take off to fix something.” “Unless you’re the Commander, right?” Tornado looked at him for a while. “Well, she is a special case.” Verdigris snickered, and he added irritably, “Oh, stop it, will you?” “You really don’t know Shadow any more, do you?” Tornado stared at him briefly, and he added, “She was never the way your Clan portrays her. Yes, she was disciplined and austere, but nothing like the Shadow Cult makes her out to be. As Celestia’s my witness, what you’ve done to her is as bad as what the Unicorns did to the Princesses. At least you had the decency to wait until she was dead.” “There’s no way you could know about that, colt,” Tornado replied frostily. “Wanna bet? Celestia’s blood gave me her memories, including the Rebellion. I don’t know everything, but I know what she does. Shadow saw herself as just another Kicker. Didn’t matter that she was part of the Ephorate. She served Equestria, period, point-blank; she told Celestia that in no uncertain terms. I’ll bet her real journal’s very different from the Book of Shadow.” He snorted derisively. “And everypony wonders why I refuse to be a ‘proper’ Prince. I sure as hay don’t want them doing that to me. I won’t stand for it. Hero worship just plain sucks, when you’re the hero.” Tornado had to admit to himself the lad was right. “It’s an occupational hazard, Verdigris. Face it, we need our heroes. We need somepony to look up to, because they were the way they were. Shadow was, as far as we’re concerned, the quintessential Kicker, just as Goshawk was for the Hawks.” He took his time, making sure he said it right before adding, “And they’ll do it to you, eventually. Even if you’re like the Princesses, they’ll embellish the facts. Historians aren’t immune to that, and that’s when they have their facts straight. You’ll have your own legend, sure as we’re talking now.” “I don’t have to like it.” Tornado nodded. “You don’t have a say. Just keep it in mind, Verdigris. Who knows, you might even learn to like it.” “That’ll be the day.” (((()))) After lunch Verdigris spent the afternoon and evening packing up his belongings and storing what he wasn’t taking with him. He’d asked about space, but Celestia had been firm: His rooms were his, and he could keep what he wanted there. He’d be using them while he was on duty, and she wasn’t about to listen to any of his protests. “I’m still your god-mother, and a Princess. Get used to following my orders,” she’d said firmly. And so he did what he was told. It was, as she’d reminded him, easier than arguing. When he finished, he stood on the balcony for a few minutes, looking out over the city, and further out. Another chapter’s closing, and another’s opening, he thought as he watched a few ponies in the gardens. He thought about what Tornado had said and snorted. I wonder what they’ll be saying about me in a hundred years or so, and which name they’ll use. As the sun began to set, Luna’s voice said, “Wherefore dost thou care?” She landed beside him without a sound. “Surely thou art unworried by opinion.” “Unfortunately, I think I may have to,” he replied. “She’s right, and so’s Tornado. There’s nothing I can do about what the historians are going to write, short of dictating it to them, and they’ll rightly complain the whole time. It’s already happening. The Comet, Stalliongrad, Oceanside and the Aerie are starting to be talked about, and not just in the press, Luna. The only way I can stop it would be to just up and leave, and that’s not a solution,” he said as she slipped under his wing with a sigh. He looked at her mock-angrily. “And I told you to stop calling me Shirley.” She giggled, then snuggled against him. “Thou and thy sense of humor. ‘Tis impossible, ‘til I unlearn the Old Mode, as thou knowest.” He smiled. “Yeah, and it’s an old joke. Doesn’t matter.” They stood there for a while, enjoying each other’s company, until the sun set. “Celestia said you wanted me to meet your Guards. I thought I had.” “Aye, and nay. Thou knowest mine overt, but not the covert. My true force. A moment.” She slipped out from under his wing as the last light of dusk faded, stood tall and raised the moon. It was full this night, and brighter than usual. “Come,” she said softly. Verdigris watched and waited, and he could hear the flapping of wings. It sounded different: faster, and as though somepony was shaking a leather sheet. Shapes flitted at the corner of his vision, vanishing as he turned to look. “What’s going on?” “Duskblade, cease this foalishness. Verdigris is to join thee, anon. Come out.” At Luna’s command, a half-dozen ponies lighted on the balcony. Verdigris had never seen their like: they were smaller than most ponies, with grey to black coats, mostly dark manes, tufted ears and bat wings. Most were yellow-eyed, with slit pupils, and their eyes seemed to reflect the light. They all wore Luna’s purple and midnight livery, and a few sported scars, slightly tattered ears or eye-patches. Their appearance made Verdigris think of the pirate stories he’d grown up with. “There. ‘Twas not so difficult. How now?” “We’re well, Princess,” the one green-eyed pony replied as he spared Verdigris a glance. “Are you sure about him?” “Positive. He is more than his appearance would suggest, an thou would but look.” The group looked at him, and he suppressed a shiver. It reminded him all too much of Nightmare tales. “Hmm, yes. Didn’t notice the wings right off.” “What am I looking at, Luna?” “As I said, these are mine, Verdigris. They are Night Ponies, also known as Thesdrals. They cannot be seen by mortals, save those who have seen death,” she replied. She moved forward, and they stood quietly as she nuzzled them in turn. “I would have thee become better acquainted. Thou wilt work together in my service, ‘until I release thee, or death take thee’.” She glanced at Verdigris. “Or circumstances change.” The ponies looked at him curiously, their eyes glowing like a cat’s, but in more colors. “He’s like you,” a grey-maned mare said in mild wonder. “Aye, but ‘tis my sister’s doing, combined with his own heritage, Moonflower. Verdigris is unique, e’en amongst Alicorns.” The mare nodded, then looked at him again. “I thought he seemed familiar. He was at the Aerie a while, living in Stormhawk’s quarters. I thought he was back, for a moment,” she said quietly. “He’s my ancestor,” Verdigris replied, “and you’re not the first pony to think he was back. He’s not.” They’ve been around that long? he wondered. Duskblade nodded. “What about Hammer and Anvil?” “They are still my first-and-foremost; that will not change.” Luna nodded to herself. “As may be. Verdigris will not join us until a year hence; he has tasks to perform, as well as training. ‘Tis my wish any impediments be removed ere then. Vous comprenez?” “Mais oui, bien sûr, Princesse.” Luna and the Thesdrals looked at Verdigris in surprise. “I was speaking Prench before you came along,” he added with an impudent grin. Luna chuckled, her eyes dancing. “Ah, verily. In this instance,” she said as the Night Ponies gave Verdigris a long, appraising look. “I think he’ll do,” the pale-yellow-maned mare said to nopony in particular. “I am pleased.” Luna glanced down. “Night Court begins shortly. Moonflower, Duskblade, to me. I shalt leave the rest to become acquainted with thou, Verdigris. I would thou be friends, if possible. Adieu.” She leaped off the balcony, followed closely by the others, leaving the Alicorn and remaining Thesdrals at loose ends. Verdigris spent a few minutes studying them, while they looked back with almost identical expressions of curiosity. The mare who’d spoken last finally stepped forward, held up a foreleg and said, “I’m Acrux.” Verdigris tapped his foreleg to hers and said, “I’m obviously Verdigris.” He tilted his head to one side. “Did I catch your meaning right? Were you around when Stormhawk was being a flank-hole?” “No, but we have our own racial memories,” she replied as the others relaxed. “Our Great-dams and -sires were there.” “How is it you’re an Alicorn?” the black-and-black stallion asked. “We know how Cadance came about, but we never heard about you until recently.” “You may want to sit down; it’s kinda long,” Verdigris replied. They did, looking up at him expectantly. He told the story, finally able to tell it complete; the gaps were filled. They cringed and chuckled at the right places. When he finished, he added, “I’m supposed to be like the Princesses after some time goes by. I’m still at the half-way point, so to speak.” “How long?” “About forty-five years, give or take. My power’s been growing as I get older. After that time, I’ll be like them. Like her.” “‘Half-way’?” Acrux asked. Their eyes widened when he willed himself into his power, then shifted over to black. “Whoa.” “What, thought you’d seen everything?” he asked after returning to normal. “No, but I know we’ve never seen that. I’m Eclipse,” the black-and-black stallion said. They tapped forelegs. “Doesn’t that make you tired?” “It used to. That was some time ago; I was just beginning to access my power, and it was a strain.” He paused, then added, “I still get tired when I use a lot of power, or do something really intricate.” Acrux studied him for a few minutes. “How old are you? If you’re twenty, I’m Discord.” Verdigris smiled. “I’ll be seventeen in a couple months. Yeah, I know, I still can’t believe it, myself. I’ve been told I act like a pony twice my age, but I had to grow up fast; faster than most.” The smiled disappeared, and his tone became more serious. “Being different will do that to you.” “You’re more like her than we thought,” Eclipse said. “You’re not going to … well...” he trailed off uncertainly. “I don’t know. I hope not.” The Thesdrals looked at each other uncomfortably, but said nothing. “Look, I’m sorry. You asked, and I felt I owed you the truth. I don’t lie if I don’t need to.” He snorted. “You’re not one of those clowns we call nobles.” They suppressed a few giggles. “All right, I guess we’ll be okay,” Acrux said. “We’ve gotta go. Luna’s no task-mistress, but we’ve got our duties.” “Don’t let me keep you,” Verdigris agreed as they stood up. “No need to rush. I’m not going to be gone for too long, and we can always talk when I’m not busy. Fair enough?” “Yeah, that’s fair,” Eclipse said. He raised a foreleg and Verdigris tapped his to it. “We’ll see you later, maybe sooner than you think. G’night.” “See ya round,” the Alicorn replied in Oceanside-speak. They nodded and took off, rapidly disappearing into the darkness. “Well, that’s something to think about.” He walked back inside, wondering who else knew. He didn’t think there were many who did. (((()))) The next morning – bright, but not too early – Verdigris stood on the platform, waiting for the train to Ponyville. He’d been about fifth in line, which surprised First Class, who didn’t comment, other than to ask, “Got any more of that coffee?” He was surprised again when Verdigris passed another thermos. He checked his saddlebags one last time, making sure he had only what he needed. Yep, I’m ready. Time to turn another page.