Interlude III Part I: Moves
“Do you play chess?”
Princess Celestia raised an eyebrow at General Chaput’s question. “I enjoy the occasional game,” she said. “But I do not play as often as I used to.”
The griffon smiled. “Of course, I understand that finding time might be difficult when you are so busy. And really, you must be proficient enough that most games would be trivial to you.”
“Oh, but that’s not the point of the game, my dear General. The point is always who you are playing with,” Celestia replied. She took a sip from her water.
“‘With whom you are playing,’” Chaput corrected. He grimaced. “I apologize, Princess. That was unworthy.”
“It must be a habit for you, General. I understand.” Celestia smiled demurely.
“Mmm. Thank you.” Chaput picked up the white queen and set it upon the board. “I adore chess,” he said. “In my opinion, it is the most elegant game ever created here on Equus. I have heard that you met the mare who invented the game, Highness. Is this true?”
Celestia nodded. “It is. I knew her long ago.”
“I am positively envious. I find it sad that so little is known of her… I would love to read her biography. Would you be willing to tell me what she was like?” Chaput picked up a black knight and placed it on the opposite side of the gameboard.
“She was a quiet mare. Very private. I would honor her memory by following her wishes.” Celestia sipped her water again. The smell of food wafted through the air, and she smiled. “Ah, dinner will be here soon.”
Nodding, Chaput placed a few more pieces onto the board. “Excellent, I am quite famished. Lunch was impeccable, but I fear that I spent more time conversing than eating.”
“Well, I am glad that you are hungry. You should appreciate this meal.” Celestia turned her head just in time to see a door open. Two mares walked into the private dining hall pulling trays laden with food. The first cart carried a plate of steaming bread, a large dish of fresh salad, and two bowls and plates. The second cart bore a bottle of red wine in a bath of ice, as well as two covered dishes.
Celestia’s personal butler followed the two carts into the room. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Princess Celestia, General Chaput. Dinner is served.”
The two mares placed the bread and salad onto the table as the butler spoke. “We are serving you our chef’s specialty: daisy and pomegranate salad and specifically selected bread in the Prench tradition. Our wine is an aged Sangiovese grown in the vineyards of the Crystal Empire.” He then trotted over and carried the main dishes to the table. “Tonight’s entrees are Ratatouille for the princess, and Bourride with Lemon Aioli for the general.” He raised the lid off the platter in front of Celestia to reveal intricately arranged vegetables in a light sauce. The general’s dish contained halibut garnished with fennel and several vegetables and fruit rinds. The fish steamed in a different light brown sauce.
“Ah, Bourride! I have not tasted this dish since my last trip to Prance,” Chaput exclaimed. “It smells delicious.”
“Thank you, sir.” The butler bowed. “We shall bring out dessert when you call, Highness.”
“Mmm, my thanks, Pierre.” Celestia nodded to the stallion who then bowed himself out of the room. The other servants followed.
Chaput moved his chessboard to the side of the table. “This is marvelous, Princess. It is like a taste of home.”
Celestia levitated the wine and poured two glasses. “I’m glad, General.”
“Of course, that is the intention, is it not?” Chaput asked. He accepted the goblet and nodded toward her. “The food, red wine, new, to this room at least, impressionist art, and even the bread. All Prench, and all designed to bring about a feeling of home and comfort. I am truly grateful for the effort.”
“Oh? What makes you say that the art is new to the room?” Celestia asked.
The griffon pointed at two of the pieces of artwork on the wall behind Celestia. “The walls. The spacing between most of the paintings is equidistant, but those two are different. They are also in the Prench style, and directly across from where you knew I would sit.” He smiled. “It is attention to detail such as this that makes me believe that you must be marvelous at chess.”
Celestia smiled. “Perhaps we shall see, after dinner of course.” She took a slice of bread and filled her bowl with salad. “Please, eat.”
Instead of picking up his own bowl, Chaput stood. “I will momentarily, Princess. But first, I have one order of business to which I must attend.” He reached into his saddlebags and pulled out a small device with a large button upon its face. He pressed the button, and it blinked twice. He pointed it toward the table, and the blinking increased. Chaput reached a talon under the low table and retracted another device that blinked lightly. He met Celestia's gaze. “I assume that you recognize this?”
Celestia merely raised an eyebrow. It was, of course, a similar device to the one hidden under her bed. This one hadn’t been there as of her last search of the room earlier in the day, which was disconcerting.
The general chuckled. “Of course you do.” He tightened his grip, and the bug crumpled into a useless hulk. “It would be foolish to assume otherwise.” He raised his detector once more and pointed it at the new paintings. It beeped twice, and he strode toward the artwork. Once he arrived, he retrieved another small item and looked at Celestia pointedly.
The princess said nothing. Chaput walked toward her and set it beside her plate.
“Princess, I wish to speak to you in complete privacy. I have extended a talon in good faith by destroying my own bug, and I request that you meet me halfway. Please, would you deactivate your listening device as well?” It was his turn to raise an eyebrow.
Celestia stared into his eyes for a few moments. The griffon’s gaze never wavered, and he stood his ground. Finally, Celestia nodded. Her magic surrounded the device. It glowed bright gold for a moment, rendering it inert.
Chaput smiled. “Excellent!” He returned to his seat. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe that we were about to eat,” she replied.
“Oh, yes. Of course.” Chaput retrieved some of the salad and two slices of bread. He grabbed his fork and took a small bite from the daisy and pomegranate garnished dish. “Mmm! This is delightful! Would it trouble you if I asked for the recipe when I return to Griffonia?”
Celestia shook her head. “It would not be a problem at all, General. I’m glad that you like it. In fact, I am pleasantly surprised. Most griffons despise vegetarian dishes. I hear that the lack of red meat can make the food seem unappealing.” She raised a dainty flower to her mouth with her fork and chewed thoughtfully.
The general swallowed another bite. “Oh, not me, Princess. I was raised in Prance by a pegasus couple. I am quite used to a diet heavy in fish, vegetables, and fruit. To be honest, I prefer it. Meat is so messy, even when cooked. And most of my kind do not cook their own, since they prefer it bloody. I find that distasteful.”
“Hmm,” Celestia remarked. She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Very interesting.”
The pony and the griffon ate in silence for a few moments. Celestia took a small sip of her wine, and then she gently her glass back down. “I assume that you did not deactivate the recording devices so that we could talk about the food, no matter how pleasant the conversation might be.”
“Oh, of course not. But why rush? We have some time. And I would find it rude to take you away from your meal too soon. After all, you raise and lower the sun, not to mention all your other responsibilities as a leader of this nation. That surely must be quite tiring.” Chaput grinned slyly. “Don’t you think you may be overtaxing yourself?”
Celestia’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she composed herself. “Are you implying something, General?” Her tone stayed calm, but the clip to the cadence of her words carried their own sting.
“Oh, of course not! I merely mean to say that you will need your strength, will you not?” Chaput finished the last bite of his salad and pulled the bowl of fish toward him.
“That is thoughtful of you, General Chaput.” Celestia nodded, keeping her face a stony mask.
“But if you wish to begin the discussion now, I am not opposed!” Chaput lowered his fork and nodded back to her. “It is, as they say, ‘your party.’ I am but a guest here, and I have no wish to impose.”
“We can wait,” she replied. “Please, finish your meal first.”
They continued their dinner quietly. Celestia chewed slowly on the richly flavored vegetables of her entrée, all the while eyeing the griffon in front of her.
Chaput demonstrated manners most befitting his rank and upbringing. He ate carefully, and he sighed in appreciation as he ate the last of his soup. “This was delicious. Far better than anything they’d served on the ship.”
“I should hope so. My chef is one of the Crystal Empire’s most celebrated experts in cuisine. I’m sure he would be delighted that you enjoy his food so much.”
“Indeed. My compliments to him.” Chaput wiped his beak with a napkin. “Now, I suppose we have delayed long enough.”
“Yes.” Celestia nodded. “I would very much like to know why you wanted to meet me in private… and then ensure that we were not overheard.”
“Of course.” Chaput lowered his napkin and leaned forward. “Princess, I will tell you, but first I must share a story with you. I believe that you will find it enlightening.”
The princess raised an eyebrow.
“You see, Princess, chess has been a part of my life since I was but a hatchling. My adoptive father was a professor at a university, an expert in medicine. His wife was a well-to-do mare of noble Equestrian descent. I believe that she is of the same family as your Lady Fleur de Lis, although I may be mistaken. They instilled into me a love for the refined things in life, and one of those things was chess.” Chaput stretched his neck.
“Princess, I have played since I could barely walk. Not well, of course, but by the time I attended school, I was playing against opponents far older and more experienced than myself…” He met her eyes. “And I always won.”
Celestia took another sip of wine, but she never broke her concentration.
“As time went by, I played against many opponents. I beat the Prince of Prance when I was barely into secondary school. He was thirty at the time. I played the ambassador from Germaney, and he said I was a prodigy, but I did not believe so. I always saw my mistakes with brutal clarity, and I believe that is what drove me to be such a perfectionist.
“As I grew older, I felt the call to return to the mountains, to go home for the first time. So, I left my parents and went to Griffonia. I joined their army, and there I truly learned why I loved chess.” He smiled deviously. “I adore victory.”
Princess Celestia gently set her glass back down onto the table as the general continued.
“While on active duty, I had the pleasure to play against many opponents. I faced a Yak chessmaster once. It took me over an hour, but I eventually checkmated him with only a pawn, a bishop, and my own king. Sixty three moves. Once, I faced a minotaur warlord. He fancied himself a skilled player. A strong fighter he may have been, but not a wise tactician. I beat him in only three moves. It would have been a perfect fool’s mate, had I been playing as white. He did not take it well.” Chaput grinned broadly. “That’s when I got this.” He pointed to a scar on his left wing. “He received far worse.”
“This is fascinating,” Celestia said. “However, I fail to see the relevance beside giving you an opportunity to tell me what an excellent player you are.” She smiled at him. “You want me to play you later, yes? If so, maybe you shouldn’t tell me quite how skilled you are. Why should I fight a battle I know that I would lose?” She laughed to herself.
“I’m getting there, Princess. Also, I do not take you as one who would back down from a battle with an opponent, no matter how skilled they are. Oh, you might not play that particular game with them, but you would certainly combat them on a different field…” Chaput raised his eyebrow. “You and I are alike in that manner.”
“Very well, General,” Celestia said. “Please, continue.”
“Thank you, Highness. My story is almost finished. You see, these games were great fun, yes, but none of them compared to a game I played with a Zebran politician. I was on leave in the capital, and I sat in the park waiting for an opponent to join me. This zebra, a charming fellow who spoke only in rhyme, asked if we could play. And then he said the oddest thing. He told me that he was going to lose, and I would end the game with only my queen and king.
“I played white, so I moved first. As soon as I placed my piece, he told me what his next two moves would be. I was taken aback, and I made a slight mistake. Three moves later, he took my knight. He then told me his entire defensive strategy, and outlined his next several moves. Obviously, I was quite confused. I had no idea whether he was telling the truth, or if he planned to betray my trust the next move.” Chaput narrowed his eyes to a slit. “It was then that I learned one of the most important facts of politics. A lie is a lie, and the truth is the truth, but a half-truth is far more dangerous than either of those.”
Celestia leaned forward. “Indeed.”
“In the end, he had been telling the truth the entire time. But because I distrusted him, I moved into traps he had even warned me about. He made moves I would never have attempted, and took risks I would not have believed possible. But they succeeded, not because he was a skilled player, but because I did not believe him. I did win the game, and, oddly enough, I did so with only my king and queen. He had known the outcome before we even fought.
“Princess, I do not wish to deal in either lies or partial lies with you. You are a mare of greater wisdom than any of my previous adversaries. Instead, I will be completely honest with you.”
“That is an interesting statement, General. I am sure you know why I say that.” Celestia’s eyes twinkled.
“Oh, yes. I say that I am telling the truth, but how do you know that? I could be lying. That, my dear princess, is why I told you this story. I have played against many opponents, and every one of them needed a different strategy.” Chaput flexed a wing and grinned. “With you, no ploy would succeed. You didn’t even blink an eye when I retrieved my bug. Obviously, you know about them already, which meant that it was no coincidence that you spoke to your sister in your room about us several nights ago. You saw through Father Dmitri’s ham-taloned attempt at a farse, and you turned it around on him. Perfectly.”
The princess flared her nostrils, and Chaput grinned once more. “Oh, yes. Truth. But do not worry, Princess. I did not tell them that you knew, and they would not figure it out on their own.”
“Why would you not tell them?” Celestia asked.
“Why? Because they are fools, and I plan to betray them!” Chaput leaned back and widened his grin even further. “And this, Princess, is why I did not want unneeded ears.”
Princess Celestia crossed her front legs over her chest and eyed him warily. “Go on…”
“Ah, Princess. I am here on several missions. Dmitri wants me to stall you. He wants it to appear that we desire peace, but his plan requires there to be a threat of betrayal. I am to coerce you to continue to strengthen the defenses of Equestria with one talon whilst extending the other in friendship.” Chaput scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Because deceiving you is an excellent plan. After all, you are only the centuries old ruler of the most powerful nation in all of Equus.”
“Why would he want this, General?” Celestia lowered her hooves and stared at him.
“So that you would be so concerned about the security of your own nation that you would give him free reign to attack all his other targets with impunity.” Chaput leaned forward and took a small sip of wine. “Oh, this is wonderful,” he commented.
“So, your own superior wishes for you to feed us misinformation so that he could take advantage of other nations. And why would you not want that? Why would a general betray his master?”
Chaput narrowed his eyes. “He is not my master.”
Celestia decided to change tactics. She cocked her head to the side and squinted at him. “Really? Because it looks to me like he is the pulling the strings. He won the war. He took the throne. And you are now playing diplomat. Why is that?”
“Princess, the snide act does not suit you.” Chaput shook his head. “I will not answer your questions on those matters.”
Celestia grunted. “Very well. But why would you choose to betray him, and why would you tell me?”
“Because, as I said earlier, you and I are similar. We do not want war. War is death to our people, and that is not needed. No, we wish to grow inside our own borders. I tell you because you are intelligent. You know that Dmitri is a monster. He has torn Griffonia apart, ruined our people, and cost the world more lives than any other griffon since the Black Ages. He isn’t a leader. He’s a power hungry bastard who would eat his own mother if it would buy him one more inch of territory,” Chaput growled. “I stand on my balcony in his castle, and I can hear them. The griffons in the factories. They work fourteen hours a day for only enough scraps to feed their families. They labor to enable an industrial machine that only exists to grow for the sake of growing. There is no agenda to his machinations besides the actions themselves.” He closed his eyes. “Sometimes, I can block them out, the workers, with music or wine. But then, a scream breaks through the night. In response, my soul roars out in tandem, and its cry says, ‘This. Is. Wrong.’”
Celestia stared at the griffon. He stood abruptly and paced the room. “He does not care about Griffonia. He only cares for himself and his appetites. It is as if he feeds on war and hatred, and we are his farm.” He stopped and met her eyes. “I would not be the same. I came to Griffonia out of a desire for my own kind. I fought for a corrupt king, and then I took a chance to destroy him. I have already toppled one regime. One more, and I will have peace for my fellow griffons. Not a peace of servitude, but a peace that gives them a chance to live, for the first time in a generation.”
Celestia watched as he strode back to his seat. “And that, Princess, is why I tell you all of this.”
The steel in his eyes met the fire in her gaze.
“I need your help.”
Just as a side note, I always listen to music while I write, and I thought that I'd start sharing it with you guys, if that's okay! Tonight, it was Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson. I thought it was fitting. 
Thanks again to m1ntf4n for editing!
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I don't usually comment, but when i do, it's usually a million dollar story.
Dude, I don't even know right now if Chaput is a good guy or if he's faking it. Great job on the political intrigue.
this feels bad there is no right way to go about this
Ah, Chaput, you magnificent Griffon you. Another enjoyable chapter with more intrigue, plotting, and scheming. I can only wonder if this is a lie, but Chaput appears to be a man--- er, griffon of honor. From what we've seen in his story, he appears to value the truth and aid to all the griffons who are being oppressed. Also, how wouldn't Celestia know she had spies in her house? One of them was so obvious only a fool wouldn't see it (muttering to herself, asking if they would talk in their room, horrible acting). I can't wait to see the inevitable betrayal.
.........well.........that played out like a Sherlock Holmes thing. Each the intellectual match for the other.
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Anyway, good chapter. These plans are becoming positively convoluted and I'm actually having trouble predicting what's going to happen.
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See, I can learn! Woo!
Also, you haven't seen anything yet...
I doubt Chaput is lying, but he's definitely not telling the whole story. If he was, then this story would be too boring and end too abruptly. And that's no bueno.
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You think you're full of surprises, eh? Well, what would you say if I told you I was really the man in that gif...?
... Nah, I'm not Shia Labeouf.
I'm actually three ducks in a man costume... ... ... Goodnight folks.
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Hahaha!
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Good night, sir.
Most interludes are there to give the reader some information that's "off-topic" and slice-of-lifey. This interlude has so much main plot and intrigue, it has me champing at the bit for the next chapter.
A fantastic chapter, your writing is impeccable. I loved the lore and the world building here, its placed so seamlessly and so colorfully that I can't help myself from being drawn into this version of Equestria.
I have a small theory on who made the first game of Chess, as the name of the pony wasn't actually mentioned here. I would wager that it is Luna who invented the game.
As for the General, I don't trust him. This summit, the presence of heavy Gryhpon arms, the strange ghostly wisps that came from the ship, and the critical coincidence of date occurring at the same time all make this day the perfect host for a critical, chaotic, and climatic event. Something major will happen here, something far more important than what has already happened. Too many things indicated that there is more that has yet to be revealed.
Another consideration is that the Gryphon leadership predicted the General's betray, and staged some form of attack without his knowledge. Perhaps, he is even aware for the attack, and is just now attempting to seek aid in an attempt to prevent it.
I love how you've managed to update with both quantity and quality! Never followed such a good story that updated so often!
Oh you're just fantastic with this you know that? Keep up the good work!
This is utterly brilliant in its portray of political warfare that I am left mesmerized. Oh and Chaput's speech is something I wished I would hear in my movies, video games, and my novels (both standard and graphic). You have made a character so well worded and a political genius that I don't know what his next move will be. Oh Doccular, good show, good show indeed.
I like Chaput. I just hope he is telling the truth.
Congrats for 600 :)
The twists! This is curving back and forth so much my head is spinning like a damn top. Chaput is just so crafty that I don't know what to think. I want to trust the guy, I really do, but as much as I want to I simply can't. He's twisted the truth one to many times for that to be possible.
He's fallen under what I call the Matrix Paradox. The Matrix Paradox is a question of altered perception coloring your view of reality. When the Matrix is first revealed (in this case the 'farce' that was put up by the griffons) it completely changes the way you look at the world you are experiencing. Once that point is crossed nothing is the same as before. There is no going back to the prior way of thinking. Even you figuratively leave the Matrix (Chaput 'revealing' the farce) there will always be that lingering doubt in the back of your mind. You can't help but wonder, 'Is this another lie? How can I know for certain what appears to be true really is the truth?' No matter what you do or experience after that point, there will always be another Matrix beyond it. It is utterly maddening!
Kinda saw the Chaput thing coming. He seemed too smart to fall in with the rest, though i suppose it could still be a ploy. Even so, he probably knows that even the most loyal of smart followers can be seen as a threat to those that were put in power by them. The fact that they had the power to help elevate a leader in the first place makes them seem threatening to said leader.
I gotta wonder if in this world Celestia created chess.
is...is it a double bluff? ugh, political espionage
Well that was unexpected.
he says he plans to betray, but he has also stated that the truth is the truth and a lie is a lie with somthing worse imbetween.
only problem is seperating the lies from the truths. however there is somthing wrong with this whole scene.
those implanted devices where set for a reson. to be played back and stratigized. now what happens when the very thing that was meant to listen is deactivated for a private convorsation? it defeats the whole purpous of having them there. UNLESS! they were using that as an advantage by gaining false trust by revealing them to her to put her gaurd down upon the orders of his king to remove them.in turn when he says i need help, he could be leading her into a very well placed trap. now remember he has also learned tricks from that zebra so he could very well tell her the truth and use that to an advantage. such as telling her that he was sent to stall her when in reality that might be all he is doing. and as well leaving the battle with only a king and queen. the only question is who or what will those pawns be? (hint hint Luna and Button)
MIND GAMES MAN. MIND GAMES!!!!!!!!!!
6292345 YOU SIR/MA'AM HAVE THE ABBILITY TO RIVAL EVEN MY LOGICAL AND PARODOX THINKING
you would be astounding at chess
Espionage is a grand ordeal. Therefore you must think of your enemies ideas before they do. It is this which separates the bright from the cunning.
6292468 When you are a guy who spends more than a few idle months contemplating the in's and out's of how to manipulate quantum mechanics in story structure, you mind becomes quite the quagmire.
That or I'm just bucking nuts. Jury's out on that one.
Holy Shizzcake. The gambit pileup is so real right now.
But nevermind that, more Luna!
I want to believe Chaput.
I've wanted, this entire time for him to be a good guy, and it seems like he is.
... Or is he?
How far does this rabbit hole go, Doc? How far?
Oh the questions this raise.
You sir, make great political intrigue.
Does Chaput know that he is a target?
He knows that Celestia knew that they had spies, but what does the spies know, and to who do they report what?
Celestia may know who the spy is, but it would seem she does not quite know the extend of said spy's efficiency.
Ever played multiple faction RTS Celestia? All factions have their very own agendas.
Wild card usually decides who goes first, or goes first itself, and if you forgot to checkmark 'locked teams,' you might be in for a surprise.
By the way, do any griffonians play that Online Game Starry and Button plays?
This story is getting better and better. Autor, you are a genius, period!
I sooooo love this
I think there are too much interventions lately. I wouldn't need one after every other chapter. But still, chapter is chapter.
Gosh dang it . . . you're as bad with General Chaput as Cap'n Chryssalid is with Alpha Brass in TPC. I can never tell whether he's the good guy or the bad guy!
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I don't do politics. It makes my head hurt.
War...War never changes.
With all the political deception and out-dupage going on, I'm half-expecting Chaput to be lying. Of course, the other half wants me to believe him. And then, another half wants me to believe he's going to not only dupe Dmitri through the aid of the princess, but dupe her out as well once Dmitri is gone. Like getting the help from your enemy to eliminate another enemy, to which in turn you will eliminate the first.
I bet Chaput is playing Celestia and Father Dmitri at the same time. Those dastardly Frenchmen are at it again!
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Now think about the chess game. A lie is a lie, truth is truth, and a half-truth is worse than both.
I like this story. It's size, bugs me, but I like it.
~OreoKookie
just gonna call the Equestria security service and get this done.
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Interludes are just what I call chapters with only a single scene. Most chapters are in three parts, as you've noticed, except for the prologue and interludes. I have a reason for which scenes get this treatment, and you will see why later.
Reminds me of when I first watched gundam wing, the sides kept changing every few episodes but ended with a giant space battle.
I REALLY like Chaput. I don't care if everything he just said was a lie this is the most fun I've ever had becoming confused and doubtful.
Though since very much of what he said matches what we already know, there's a good chance the rest of what he said was honest as well.
I have no Idea who's side Chaput is on. He could be telling the truth or he is even more dastardly than we all thought.
Who is Chaput tricking?
6293476 I think Chaput is on Chaput's side. He's sharp, he's savvy, and he knows that Dmitri's willing to burn his entire nation to the ground for his own betterment. He's willing to play foes (actual or potential) against each other to achieve his ends- and Celestia is likely willing to play along if the results align with her own aims well enough.
Clever girl
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"How stupid do I think the Americans are? I bet you I can sell them water."
Thus began the imported sparkling water industry. F*ck you, France, and your tiny berets, too.
OOoohoho, Smooth... and that song, is perfect!
I like Chaput so far, he seems like he actually wants peace for his land...
I would hope this ends well, but I smell something fishy in all of this...
Good job!
6293216 Maybe the Flower is a Dainty flower 8D
This is confusing.
I love it!!!!!!!
More please.
i hope those ponies who attacked lunas clan try it again if you dont have an idea how i could help