The hustle and bustle of people and carts moving, all doing something and nothing at the same time. Voices shouting random numbers hoping for a better prices that someone was peddling. Yet that large log building was lonely and silent, but a young man was heading toward it. He was nervous and jittery, it seemed it was his first time in the Capitol. His head darted side to side and then down to a piece of paper indicating where he needed to be. As he walked up the clay stairs a pit of fear ate at his stomach and he wondered, 'Is this the right building?' Despite the building having a sign that read, 'Palace est. Year 1 Of His Rule', sadly it was a fear that many had. After ten minutes of his glaring at the sign, the paper, and the large door knocker he moved to gain entry.
With a large sigh of fear he gripped the the brownish-red circle and gave it a loud three knocks as per instructions. As he stared at the log door a thump sound could be heard. It grew louder and louder until it stopped at the door, a loud serious of metal being scrapped lightly against other bits of metal happened and the door squeaked open. With said door open a tall figure covered in caramel brown metal. From head to toe nothing that indicated this being before the man was even human. Small slits for the beast's eyes was in the head and the rattling of chains could be heard before no sound was heard between the two. After what felt like years the Guard spoke, "Are you Baron?"
It took the man now known as Baron to interpret what he was saying. But before the Guard felt he was a threat, he spoke. "Aye, I am Baron." The Guard's armor slits gazed at him with no emotion and he beckoned for him to follow. His chains rattled quietly, nearly eerily. Their steps echoed down the long halls, it was rather awkward as neither party spoke. Soon they were met in a sudden moon change, light flooded the halls and the guards were in a dark more silver armor. The style, however, was the same as the one in the brown armor. As they crossed a threshold of the door and entered the Throne Room and saw the King on his Royal Chair. He was slouched over, his elbows were on his knees.
He gazed over and saw the duo enter and his back straightened, his mouth curved up in a smile and he spoke in his soft, yet commanding tone. "Ah are you the messenger I sent for? Baron, right?" His smile still there as he stood, Baron bowed down in front of his ruler. But before his knee could touch the ground the King's hand was thrust out, "No, Mr. Baron I don't need that now. This is a official matter that can forgo any ceremonies." Baron could only nod his head in understanding. The King rose to his full height and he towered over all in the room by one and a half heads. "Come with me," as he walked down the small stairs the two guardsmen started to follow him. He stopped and spoke, "Major, Sergeant please lead us to the observatory." The two sped up and turned a sharp right in the middle of the room and headed for a corner. Baron was confused until one of the Guard got on their hands and knees and the other climbed on their back an jumped up. They grabbed a ledge and pushed a wood plank up and out of the way, their arm disappeared in the inky black and it soon threw down a ladder.
Baron was shocked to see something like that, the sudden appearance of the secret passage caused his inner-child giddy. The Guard that lifted and lowered the ladder fell from the ledge and climbed up the ladder like a squirrel climbs a tree. Soon the King jumped on the ladder and went up and disappeared into the inky blackness, then the last guard went in. He was the last, but as he stepped on the wooden ladder the weight shifted. A sudden jolt of fear overtook him and he became rock solid. The King's voice echoed from above, "Come Baron we have work to do." Baron closed his eyes tight and slowly lifted one leg up and set it on where his other leg rested. "No, you climb a ladder leg over leg not leg to leg." Baron could hear the disappointment in his voice, and it made his very soul sad. He, once again, slowly climbed up the the wooden construct of doom. A loud sigh echoed from above and a cold metal hand grabbed his shirt and yanked him up.
The darkness enveloped him and he shivered, he lay on the ground in a curled position. His breathing was ragged and his shivering was hard. The metal hand still held his collar and it drug him down the pitch black hall, the light at the end of the tunnel came in a bright white wall. Soon the Guard and Baron were in a open room with many windows built inside the log walls. It was amazing, the King stood above him. His hand jutted out and Baron clasped it and he was pulled up, the King wrapped his arm around the young man and walked him to a large window. He gazed at the city, passed the city sat many villages, hamlets, cabins and miles upon miles of cobbled road. But beyond their domain in the sat a dark forest, while it was not as big as the one in the south it held a fear and superstition of monsters and witches. Yet even beyond that was the small cap of a mountain, the King's eyes were glued on it.
"Baron you see that mountain?"
It took him a moment to find his mouth and for his brain to remember how to talk. "I need you to go their and talk with the...Equestrians." Another pit opened in Baron's stomach and fear clawed upwards to his mouth, but before it could be expelled into the world the King spoke again. "I know, they have done many atrocities on our people. But now we have a chance to get those in slavery out and let the ones they call 'pets' free from their oppression!" The King's voice was filled with excitement and electricity as he spoke. His aged eyes filled with energy and anger as he spoke, no yelled.
He soon fell quiet in is excitement, but Baron's mind created a question and he spoke it. "Why don't we just wage a war against them?"
That one, simple question stopped the Monarch is his tracks. With a heavy sigh he spoke, "Their Monarchs would do one of two things. 1: Push the sun closer to us to fry our kingdom or 2: Crash the moon into us." This crushed Baron's spirit and he sat in quiet reflection.
"So you want me to make them our friend?" A quiet, manly chuckle escaped from the tall guard.
The King sighed once again and spoke, "No, after the centuries of them oppressing us I don't think our people would accept it. No I'm content with the Diamond Dogs as our allies. Baron please follow the Major here, he'll show you to a room and then we can go to the Royal Tailor to give you, your needed garments."
The duo's footsteps echoed through the pitch-black hall, when the remaining guard spoke in a feminine tone it caused the King to jump slightly. "M'lord are you sure he is best for the job?"
He blew a gust of air through his nose and replied, "No, he was at the top of the list of available couriers. Wish the other guy didn't go about wandering a lonely road to a cliff." He chuckled slightly before speaking again, "I do hope he is somewhat incompetent when he goes to that damn Fat Ass. Bitch eats cake while her frontiers need to forage for food." He looked at the mountain cap at anger and raised his middle finger towards it, "I hope you choke on your many cake forks you Fat Cunt." His anger somewhat quelled he turned and beckoned the Sergeant to follow him back to his throne.
As the darkness enveloped them the sergeant spoke, "Do you think we will succeed in our endeavor?"
"Sergeant we can only hope to succeed, if not then we pray we die quickly and we go up instead of down."