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// Diplomacy 
// Story: Today We Summon Unity! 
// by Chemtest 
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I watch our soldiers care for the wounded, even if every injury is minor. The changeling, Asta, rests comfortably in the bag I carry upon my back. It’s as we are waiting that we hear tons of hooves marching in our direction. We all hop into position, Speartons rushing to form a shield wall, Archidons hastily jumping behind us, Swordwraths mingling with the Archidon just as quickly, and Magikill walk at a slower than average pace into their place. 

Ponies in golden armor rush into the cavern, spears at the ready. However, all of them stop as they see the carnage still spread all around the cavern. I can see a few of them even turn their heads to vomit on the green blood coated floors. Then, someone different comes in. A tall winged unicorn, pure white with a flowing mane of color. Her eyes don’t betray her disgust, but instead carry a very clear message, despair, “By Faust, it’s worse than I thought.” Her eyes then travel over to us, and all her emotions evaporate, “My name is Princess Celestia. Who is your leader?”

I very slowly rise from the middle of our spear wall, “My name is Atreyos, leader of the Speartons.”

Robin steps over the shield wall to join me, “I am Robin, leader of the Archidons, and best marksman in the world.”

Joseph then flips over the wall, landing on his feet right next to us, “Joseph, leader of the Swordwrath.”

Harry slowly moves up with us, his staff hitting the floor as he stands next to us, “And I am Harry, Head Mage of the Magikill.”

Celestia looks at the four of us with inexpressive eyes, “What say all of you to meeting in the castle for a chat?”

I slightly growl, “And what gives you the confidence to demand we chat with you?”

Robin smirks, and slightly draws an arrow, “All it would take is one arrow.”

Joseph doesn’t change his face of blankness, “Or one slash.”

Harry then decides to hit all of us on the head with his staff, clanking off my helmet and slamming against Joseph’s and Robin’s skulls. He shakes his head, “Must I be the only one around here who doesn’t want to kill everyone?” He sighs, and looks out towards Celestia, “Yes, we would be happy to talk to you.”

She smiles, “Wonderful. Guards, dismissed.”

I compemplate her show of good will by sending her guards away, before looking at our army, “Go on back to camp.”

They all nod, and start to leave the cavern next to the pony guards. Celestia nods, “Alright, well, to the castle we go.”

With a popping sound, we end up in a fancy room. It’s very golden, and a lot of stuff is made from marble. In the center of the room is a table with five cups on it. Celestia walks over, and takes a seat. We all follow her example. Harry nods as he takes a sip of his tea, “So, Celestia, what is it that we are here to talk about?”

She sighs, and puts down her glass, “I’m afraid that is where we drift into darker territory. What we need to talk about, is your genocide of the Changeling race.”