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// Regroupement 
// Story: Voyage 
// by Comrade Bagel Muffin 
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Escutcheon and Myrrh moved through the small mountainous trails. Myrrh took a deep breath before she began to recall what happened. "After the alarm was called it was pandemonium, like I said." She looked up to the sky. "We made it down a few more side streets before we were caught, and a fire fight broke out. A town guard fired up a flare before we could drop them."
"I mean at least that would signal to Gilda and Gildan that something had gone wrong right?" Escutcheon asked following he gaze. Myrrh stared blankly at the trees for a while.
"Yeah I guess, but if they made a move to help the other I don't know, things escalated quickly after that. Red Wine covered our escape as I tried to push us toward the gate. I got Dusk and Atlas about four blocks down before I got pinned down in a fire fight. Fifty-one took off down a side alley, not that I blame her. And Atlas took Dusk, Turkeylegs, and you and ran off."
"But what then how did I end up alone with you?"
"I know how I found you, but how you ended up away from Dusk and Turkeylegs I don't know. Red Wine caught up to me and we blasted  our way out. Then we ran after Atlas, but everything was off, he might have been using a spell to confuse his pursuers, of maybe it was just the fog of war, but we couldn't find them. Instead we ran into a large group of guards, it was a long running skirmish, and by the end of it I was alone on the wall."
"So you teleported down."
"I wish I don't know that spell. I had to jump. Fortunately there was an irrigation channel and I made it into there, and on the edge of that is where I found you, unconscious and alone." She sighed. "I wish I could say that I was thinking clearly, but they were still shooting bolt. I grabbed you and galloped as hard as I could into the mountains."
"So you don't know what happened to anybody else?"
"Sorry Escutcheon, but no, even if they weren't shoot magical bolts at me I when I found you, I wasn't thinking, I was just reacting." She gave him a sad smile. "I was never good at keeping my cool under fire or coming up with or sticking to plans, sorry."
"Dad always said no plan survives first contact with the enemy, so it's good that you can at least move, instead of freezing up." She smiled at that.
"Thanks kid, but I'm not sure my mom would like your dad. In Slo plans are to be followed by the book with a stubborn and unyielding efficiency."
"Well that's dumb."
"It's how we do things. If you punch a rock enough times eventually it will break." She smirked. "It's not sophisticated but it true." She looked up to the sky and smiled. "Escutcheon, shoot up a flare, because either I just saw Gildan or that was the biggest hawk in Slo."
"Are you sure that's a good idea, what if Pick ax has his changelings out looking for us."
"Then we'll fight them, but I'd rather do that in a group than just the two of us." He nodded.
"I didn't see anything, but alright." He fired a golden bolt of magic into  the air it whistled as it flew up popping like a fire cracker above the tree line. A second later Myrrh was tacked to the ground.
"Gotcha, thought you could pull one over on me bug pony."
"Get off of me Gildan."
"Gildan stop, that's Myrrh." Escutcheon's horn started glowing.
"How do you know, how do I know that your not a bug horse monster thing too?"
"They're called changelings." Escutcheon said. "And they aren't bugs in a technical sense."
"Well at least I know that it's you, but I also know that this is a changeler thing too. Because Myrrh is with us."
"And you know it's the real Myrrh how?" Myrrh asked struggling to get up from under the teenage griffon. He paused. "Now get off of me and just take us to the rest of the group." He sighed.
"Dang it." He got off of her and started moving. "But if you are the impostor you're getting it."
"You know I have a spell to drop the disguise of weaker changelings."
"Yeah but your still suspect to." Gildan looked back at the two of them. "I'm sure Turkeylegs will know if you're the real Escutcheon or not." Escutcheon and Myrrh looked to each other both a little more at ease.
"Well if you have Turkeylegs then at least you have the real Dusk, I hope. From what Fifty-one said changelings can't become not pony creatures, at least as far as she knew." After after another half hour of walking Gildan led them into a larger clearing. In the middle everyone else was gathered, including another Myrrh.