The full moon lit the way as Flutterbreeze flew through the starry night. The blue pegasus’s mind wandered from the beautiful scenery to the crazy events the day before in Ponyville, to his friends back home in Fillydelphia, returning to the clear night sky, then finally to what was ahead.
He was delivering mail to Equestria’s royal capital of Canterlot, but this was certainly not all. Of the letters he had received in Ponyville, one was for himself. He recalled the words he had read before eating this letter back at the post office earlier that day:
Agent Flutterbreeze, another devious plot against the princess has been discovered, and you are to arrive at Canterlot Castle by first light tomorrow. Number One will give you more details upon your arrival. Good luck.
This was not the first time he had helped foil a conspiracy against Princess Celestia, but never before had he actually stayed at Canterlot Castle... or met her. Number One was the agency’s way of referring to Princess Luna, sister of Celestia, and co-ruler of all Equestria.
Although Celestia knew vaguely of the agency that worked hard to protect not only her but the entire realm, she was not in contact with it, nor was she aware of any missions that went on. Luna, however, worked closely with the agency on matters of national defense ever since her return from the moon and reinstatement as princess.
‘It’s quite an honor, to finally meet th-
A sharp pain cut across his torso. Lost in thought, Flutterbreeze hadn’t been able to what hit him until it was too late. When he finally regained himself enough to realize he was falling, he braced himself, beating his wings frantically until his momentum slowed.
He hovered there, clutching his side. Whatever hit him had missed its target, his wing, but only by a few inches. Also, whatever it was, it was still out there, waiting to strike again. He quickly scanned around him in every direction, anxious, sweating, heart beating.
He turned around just in time to see a form darting at him. He spun around and dealt a hard kick directly at the head. The blow was landed perfectly. He still couldn’t make out the figure that started falling to the ground, landing in the dense trees below, but whatever it was, it wouldn’t be following him any more. All he had been able to see were two bright red eyes, between which he had aimed his kick.
He would have preferred to capture it and find out who it was working for, but it would be impossible to track anything through the forest until daylight, and he was already running late. He continued his flight to Canterlot, wary, but no more incidences occurred before his arrival.
‘Whoever I’m fighting sure gets to the point quickly... but... how in Equestria could they have known I was coming?’