//------------------------------// // Chapter 10 // Story: The Crown of Eques // by PTBonesbeard //------------------------------// Blurrily Peatmoss came awake as the morning sun rose over the mountains. He smacks his dry lips and rubs his stinging eyes. His body felt dehydrated despite the dampness of the cloud he lounged on. Rolling onto his back, he stares up into the blue, whispy sky, as memories of the previous night crawl back from memory. Right up about to that drinking contest with, what's his name. The details got foggy around there. Over the sound of the breeze, he hears distant voices approaching on the air. A little nagging part of him says something about their presence should concern him. But instead, he rolls back over and tries to doze off again. "Which is weird, because ever since I noticed it hours ago, it's just been hanging there." Says the first voice. "It's a cloud, in the sky. There's alot of them up here. asks the second. If Captain Saberclaw notices us missing our check-in, what are we going to tell him? We wondered off to look at a weird cloud?" At the mention of the Guard Captain's name, the gears in Peat's head ground into motion. 'Why would guards be interested in checking out a cloud? It's not like it's illegal to, be...' His eyes snap open and he immediately sinks himself down into the cloud. Peeling open the bottom of it, he stares down in terror as he finds he's floating just over the city. Zipping it back up, he turns and freezes as he sees the guard's shadowy silhouettes just outside. "There. You see? Just a fluffy cloud. Look, I'll even stab it with my spear." At that, Peat bolts out the opposite side and flies as fast as he can. "Whoa! What the." "It's that Pegasus from last night!" "Hey you! Stop! Saberclaw wants ta-." The voices of the guards fade as he powers away. Over the crops and across the tundra. 'Roadapples roadapples roadapples!' he shouts in his head again and again as he flies. 'What are you doing?! You're making it worse!' But the thought of being dragged through the streets Infront of scowling ponies again compels him to keep flying. After a few minutes, he chances a glance backwards to see no one in pursuit. Letting up on his pace, he glides down to a trickling spring running under a stone bridge. Diving under one of the stone arches, he stops to catch his breath. Peeking out again he scans the direction he came for pursuers. Finding none, he slumps down against the stones and buries his face in his hooves. "Stupid! You stupid little pony. You just broke two of the only three rules." Then the memory of the bounty note pops into his head. Digging around in his padded coat, he pulls out the crumpled piece of paper and stares at it for a few seconds. He groans and smacks it onto his face. Flopping onto his side, he lets it slide off as he stares up at the stonework on the underside of the bridge. "Windcaller. You bet on the rong horse." he mutters in despair. Peatmoss lays there in the dirt for a while. Dozing in and out of sleep. But blinks awake at the sound of a splash. Getting up, he absent mindedly stuffs the note back into his coat and cautiously looks around. His ears twitching to try and focus on any more sounds. Venturing out, he climbs up the sloping bank. At the end of the bridge he finds a small one pony pull-cart. Glancing around in confusion, he steps up to it and sees it's full of large, dead crabs. "Hey! Get away from my cart!" Peatmoss turns and sees a old yellow earthpony stallion, charging at him, with a long handled wooden mallet, clenched in his teeth. "Whoa! Hey. Calm down. I wasn't, Ah!" He quickly flaps into the air, dodging out of reach of the pony's flailing weapon. "Go on! Get out of here you scavenger! These are mine!" Peatmoss lands on top of the empty lantern holder standing before the bridge. He tries to say something to calm the pony, but his dry throat makes him cough and hack. "Beat it Skyskeever!" the pony shouts picking up stones and throwing them up at him. "Alright! I'm going!" he finally gives up, flying away downstream and out of sight of the old pony. Landing on the bank at a large pool, he thrusts his muzzle into the cool clear water. Gulping down a few mouthfuls, he wipes his mouth and looks down at his reflection. As the surface calms, there, staring back at him is a grungy, beaten looking pony, staring back. Dirty coat, disheveled mane, an ugly scar on the side of his muzzle. Peatmoss was an absolute fright. Taking off his bags and armor, he steps down into the cold pool and begins washing himself. As he finishes up, movement from the corner of his eye draws his attention. Turning, he sees a light blue Pegasus with a grey mane sticking his muzzle into Peat's bag. rummaging around in it. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" The pony jerks his head up and looks at him. Peat's money bags clenched in his teeth. "Those are mine! Put them back!" But the pegasus ignores him, drops them into his own bags, and takes to the air. "Come back here you thief!" Peat shouts as he rushes to get out of the water and give chase. But with his wings, waterlogged as they were, it was no use. He could only stumble and flail as the pony sped off, out of sight over the hills. "Way to play to the stereotype you jerk!" Peat yells after him. "Lick my carrot stick loser! Hahaha!" comes back a taunting call over the wind. Peatmoss growls and fumes as he stomps back to the waterside. Looking through his bags he confirms the thief had snagged all the money he had left. Letting out a frustrated sigh of disappointment at the betrayal of his own kind, he takes a quick inventory. Surprisingly, he comes up with a bottle of Mead. Somewhere, back in last night's fog of memory, he remembers getting it from some stallion. It was for a favor or something. He couldn't remember exactly. Using the beige robe as a towel, he dries himself off as best he can and puts his armor and bag back on. It took a little trial and error to buckle on the wingjacks, but he figures out a decent technique after a few tries. Preening his wings with care, he arranges them around the straps to make flying more comfortable. Yet another hassle to get accustomed to. As Peatmoss makes his way up, out of the creek bed, he thought of how he could improve his predicament. But his thoughts are derailed by the distant, periodic popping sounds. Taking to the air, he homes in on it, swooping low over the rocky tundra dotted with ragged grass and wild bushes. Spotting little smoke puffs near a large, squat stone tower. Standing stoically looking over the road, winding through the wrinkled land. He spots a group of armored Equestrian soldiers lead by a knight in white plate armor, hunkered down between two ridges in the tufted plains. Landing a ways behind them, he carefully draws closer to get a look at what's going on. Trotting closer, he sees they're sheltering from arrows loosed from the tower defenders. Two of them occasionally pointing long metal sticks up at them and making a sharp, (Crack) of sound and smoke. Almost like miniature thunder claps. "Peatmoss! What are you doing?! Get away from here!" He looks back to see Scarlett and a band of Gallops Hold guards approaching from behind and taking cover. "Enemy too the rear!" comes a shout as one of the Equestrians turns their head and spots him. They quickly turn to face the new threat. He suddenly gets the idea he's not were he should be. "Peatmoss! Get down!" shouts Scarlett behind him. Confused as to what to do, he hesitates and looks back to the Equestrian soldiers. Seeing one of them level the long metal and wood stick at him. There's a puff of smoke and a loud, sharp, crack of smoke and flame. Suddenly his head is yanked back so hard that he is thrown to the ground, flat on his back. He blinks away the stars in his eyes as he tries to comprehend what just happened. A pounding pain surges through his head along with a twinge in his neck. He groans as he tries to get up, but his limbs don't want to work right. So he stares at the morning sky in confusion as he feels sweat run down the poll of his head. Soaking the base of his crest, Inside of his helmet. 'I feel cold.' he thinks in confusion. 'So why am I sweating so much? How long have I been lying here? When did I fall down?' His thoughts sound even more confused then he was. Then a howling sound far above him reaches his ears. Scanning the sky, Peatmoss sees an ethereal equine form, galloping through the air overhead. Dragging behind it a dark cloud front to hide Celestia's sun. A sharp cold wind brushes his face as he lays there stareing at the sky. Little flakes of snow drift down from the sky as it grows dark. And then a window of clarity opens to him. "Windigo!" he whispers to himself as an arrow flies by overhead. Reminding him of his purpose. "I need to stop this! Their fighting is bringing the Windigo." "Screw them." suddenly gripes Meadblood. "We need to get out of here before the Windigo comes down on us!" Peatmoss is shocked by Meadblood's sudden reemergence. He feels him try to assert control, but Peat resists. Hauling himself up, he feels the cooling sweat run down the back of his neck as he gets to his hooves. His helmet feels looser then before as it shifts on his head, but he ignores it. "Stop!" he croaks. Than, clearing his throat, he yells again. "Stop fighting! You're attracting the Windigos!" "You fool!" shouts Meadblood. "We need to run!" Peat ignores him and looks back and forth at the two sides. A wave of nausea sloshing through him as he does. Seeing they are paying him no mind, he throws his forehooves and wings up and out to get their attention. An arrow slices through his right wing. Severing a few feathers, but still he shouts. "Stop! Fighting!" He sees an Equestrian soldier pop up from cover, and level the metal stick at him again. But the knight in white plate armor beside him pushes it away. A wave of pain flows over Peat's head and he doubles over. The wetness he had thought was sweat on his head runs down the right side of his face, tinting the vision of his one eye red. He tries to rub the stinging eye with his hoof, but his helmet gets in the way, shifting awkwardly. Frustrated, he pulls it off and wipes his brow, and it comes away slick with blood. He stares at it perplexed. "How did that happen?" he mumbles to himself. "Back off Equestrian!" commands Scarlett from behind Peat. Looking back, he sees that Scarlett has come out of cover with her curved sword at the ready. For a second he thinks she's addressing him. But her gaze is focused past him towards the Equestrian soldiers. Following her gaze, he sees the Equestrian knight is standing only a few paces away. His horn aglow, at the ready. "No!" Peatmoss yells at Scarlett. Putting his hooves up to fend them away from each other. "No more fighting." "You're delirious Peatmoss. Don't move, and stay down." commands Scarlett. Moving to step around him. "No I'm not!" he shouts. An unexpected flare of authority flowing through him as he blocks her. The Windigo is here!" he insists, jabbing his hoof skywards. She frowns and glances at the sky before dismissing his absurd claim. "You're wounded Peatmoss. Calm yourself." "No I'm-." he stops short. Second guessing himself as he rubs a new dribble of blood off his cheek. He stares for a second at the crimson smear before moving to retrieve a bandage from his bag. Loathing having to use his bloody hoof. But upon opening it, he finds the contents soggy from the mead bottle leaking. Rolling his eyes, he slaps a wet roll of linen bandage to his wound. It stings from the alcohol, so he figures it'll be ok. Pulling the cork out of a bottle of healing potion, he drinks it in one swig. "It is snowing." comments the knight. Looking up at the few fluttering snowflakes drifting down. His voice echoing behind his closed visor. "What is the meaning of this attack Equestrian?!" demands Scarlett. Ignoring his observation. "The Jarl will not stand for this breach in peace! Leave at once!" "It was not we who attacked!" snaps back the knight. "Your guards are the ones who began the assault on my squad as we traveled the road!" "That is not how it was reported to us! Lay down your arms and submit to arrest!" "I am an Equestrian Knight of the Sun Princess. I will not be treated as a common criminal!" He flips up his visor to reveal he is actually a White unicorn mare. Her face messed with sweat and oil. "This is land belonging to the Hold of Gallops Hill. You will surrender to me, Housecarl Scarlett. With authority granted by Jarl Gallion of Gallops Hill! Surrender! Or face death." Scarlett levels her sword at the knight as the guards gather together behind her. Ready for a fight. "I am Lady Edelweiss, leader of the first company of Her Majesty's Hassars. With authority granted by High Queen Gwendolyn of Haven Hold." she asserts. Straightening her posture As the Equestrian soldiers form up behind her in orderly ranks. "Stand aside and grant us passage. Or this engagement will be considered a direct act of aggression against her." "Urg!" Peatmoss loudly groans in frustration, holding the bandage to his scalp with a hoof. "Don't you see what you're doing?!" he shouts in exasperation. Waving his free hoof in the direction of the monster over head. "The two of you are going to summon even more Windigos if you keep this up!" He wobbles as he tries to rise to his hooves. "Don't you see it?!" he asks. Looking from one to the other. A few of the others present look up but seem to see nothing. "Look! There's clearly been a misunderstanding here. Nopony needs to get hurt to find out what happened. And neither of you wanted this fight in the first place. As Herald of the Rainbow Warrior, I order the both of you to stop bickering, hug, and make up!" Edelweiss and Scarlett glance at him with a glare, then return to staring each-other down. Ignoring him. "Alright fine!" he shouts. throwing down the used bandage roll between them in frustration. Peatmoss spread his wings and took to the sky. "Just leave me to deal with the monster alone! You stuck-up pair of Nits!" With a hard beat of his wings, he takes off into the sky. Intent on confronting the Windigo. "Hey! Hey you!" he shouts as he flies closer to it. The Windigo pauses and turns to look at him. It's freezing glare frightens him, but he presses on closer. Hoping he can convince it to leave. "The fighting's over. You can clear off now." Without a word, it takes a deep breath and blasts Peat with freezing cold air and ice. The frosty breath crusts over him, freezing him to the bone as he is blown back. Tumbling out of control. Desperately shaking his stiff wings to break the ice, Peat rights himself before he loses too much altitude. "Hey! That wasn't nice!" he yells. But the giant apparition just turns away from him in disinterest. The casual gesture of unconcern infuriates Peat. "Hey! Where are you going?! I'm talking to you!" He flaps his wings and charges like an arrow. Slamming hoof first into the back of it's head. To his surprise, his hoof freezes upon contact with the monster. The Windigo gives a grunt of surprise as a corona of golden light radiates out from the spot he hit it. The ethereal being suddenly changes to a solid form from the touch, causing it to immediately plummet from the sky. Peatmoss grimaces in pain as he hugs his stiff frozen limb to himself. Watching the Windigo fall and hit the ground with a massive crash. It thrashes around till it rights it's self. Looking up at him, it's eyes blazed with cold fury. Throwing it's head back, it bellows in a loud and baleful whinny. There's a sharp (CRACK!) and it flinches. Turning angrily to the soldiers and guards, who thankfully have finally acknowledged the monster's existence and begin to attack it. Shooting arrows and throwing spears. The Windigo responding with blasts of icy breath. Peat takes a moment to look over his hoof. "Goddess. This is not good." he mutters to himself in worry. His foreleg, up to the elbow, has turned a icy blue color. The armor strapped to the limb seems to have done nothing to protect it. Biting the straps to undo them, the frozen leather snaps and comes apart like a brittle cracker. It falls away and he tries to rub life back into his hoof. but it remains stiff and unfeeling, and cold to the touch. He begins to tremble in fear as realization sinks in that he may end up losing it to frostbite. He needs a doctor, or a healer. His thoughts go to flying back to the city. 'Miss Springs might know how to fix it. If he gets there in time.' he thinks to himself. He turns to fly, but pauses. He looks back at the guards and soldiers fighting the monster. They try to keep their distance as it lumbers around awkwardly after them. Tearing up the sod as it drags it's body about with it's forehooves. Breathing freezing ice and snow. "Leave them to fight it." says Meadblood coldly. "They wanted to kill each-other a few seconds ago after all." "I can't just leave. I need to finish what I started." he rebuts. His conscience tugging at his heart. "No! you'll kill us both!" 'Us both?' Peat suddenly thinks to himself. The notion of, what he had thought was just a violent part of his psyche, referring to it's self separately, was perplexing. A feeling of guilt washed over him that was not his own. "Who are you?" he asks in suspicion. There was no answer. 'I knew I wasn't going crazy' Peat thought to himself, turning his attention back down to the fight below. Though they try to keep their distance, the monster continues to hunt them. He watches as one griffin loosing arrows tarries too long and gets caught in an icy blast as he takes to the air. He freezes mid-leap, and smashes to pieces when he hits the ground. Spurred too action, Peatmoss dives down to lend ade in the attack. "I need a weapon!" he shouts as he flies to Scarlett and Edelweiss, who are desperately trying to direct their combined forces. "Peatmoss!" says Scarlett looking up at him in surprise. Seeing his frozen leg. "Your leg! You need to get to safety! Leave-" "It'll be fine! I need a weapon! Somepony give me a weapon!" "Here!" shouts Edelweiss. Floating up a strange looking spear to him in her telekinesis. Half it's length was wood. The other a steel rod. With a triangular blade forged out of it's tip, almost like a harpoon. Giving it a test heft to feel it's balance, he tucks it in the crook of his right forehoof. "Peatmoss! Get back here!" shouts Scarlett, but he ignores her and powers away towards the Windigo. "Leave us alone!" he shouts as he flies up to it's side and begins to stab at it furiously. The Windigo flinches in pain as it turns it's frost breath on him. He flits away though, only getting a little ice dusting on his hindhoof and tail. It focuses it's attention on him, chasing him with it's freezing breath as he buzzes around it like a fly. Allowing Peat no chance to counter attack, lest he be frozen. The others, Pony and Griffin alike, see his distraction as an opportunity, charge in and overwhelm it under a fury of blows. Feeling his stamina beginning to wane, Peat flies out of it's range to catch his breath. Turning, he sees the Windigo's exhaustion by resorting to butts and kicks as it attempts to flee. Undulating it's body as it begins to turn ethereal again. Climbing for the open sky. "Windcaller guide my aim." he breathes as he steadies the spear in his trembling hooves. Flapping his wings as hard as he can, he pours all his determination into his charge. Letting out a cry seconds before impact. Causing it to turn to look at him as he drives, spear first, at it's head. In an instant, the shaft is ripped from his grip as it lodges square in the Windigo's temple. Peat tries to pull up as he overshoots his target and loses control, angling towards the ground. Clipping a rise, he strikes the grassy, shallow dirt, rolling to a stop. The Windigo, it's head snapping back by the force of the blow, collapses onto it's back and lays still. Picking himself shakily off the ground, Peat looks over his frozen leg, and is relieved that it hadn't broken off in the crash. Hugging it to himself again, he turns to look at his foe as it lays on the churned up turf. Marveling at it's size, he limps closer, the other soldiers and guards gathering around to stare in awe at the legendary creature. Cautiously he approaches, and there's a hiss of vapor as the monster begins to melt away. It's eyes glaring coldly back at him as it speaks. "This is not my end, little Herald of Rainbow. One has already fallen. Without her, you shall never defeat the King. He shall raise me again. And this kingdom, will fall. Your, world, is... Doomed..." It's words echo in Peat's troubled soul as it melts away completely, leaving no trace save for the tilled-up, frost crusted tundra where it had touched the ground. The projectiles that had pierced it lay scattered in the midst of it's departure. He slumps to the ground in exhaustion as the weight of what he accomplished, and it's woeful words fell heavily on his shoulders. "The pony's legends are true!" gasps a griffin to his comrades. "The Windigos are real!" "Of course they're real." says Edelweiss as she steps over and picks up the spear that landed the killing blow. Looking it over as a frosty vapor wafts off it's impossibly cold tip. "This is why we have come to Crown." she declares. Holding aloft the icy weapon. "This is what we have been warning your Queen of. If you do not find harmony, Crown will be covered in snow and ice, and become a frozen wasteland. "Peatmoss! That was foolish!" reprimands Scarlett as she grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him around to face her. "You are a Herald! You can't throw yourself into danger so recklessly! Look at what you've done to yourself!" She glares into his face, but he looks away. Scarlett gives a huff and inspects his head wound and leg. "How do you feel?" "Headache. Neck pain. And I can't feel my leg." he lists off as she prods carefully around the welling lump on his head. "Looks like it's only skin deep. You may have a concussion. It looks like the helmet saved your head at least." "He's lucky to be alive." says Edelweiss as she produces his ruined helmet to inspect it. The brow plate bent were the projectile hit. "That shot could have taken the top of his head off. Truly. Crown's metalergy is a cut above the average." "You could have killed him." snaps Scarlett. Jumping up to confront the Knight. "Then we would be powerless against those Monsters." "Not so." the knight interjects casually. Then corrects herself. "True. He may have died from the shot. A mistake of apparent misidentification of hostillaties. But driving back the Windigos is a simple task of not allowing yourselves hatred towards one-another and the other races." "This is not some equestrian foal's tail." shouts Scarlett. Facing off with the Knight. "The Legend says, the only way to defeat them for good is to summon the Rainbow Warrior and slay the King of Windigos." "Maybe your legends are rong!" snaps back Edelweiss. Giving her hoof an irritated stomp. "Ladies!" interjects Peat. "Would you please. Knock it off! If you keep this up, there's going to be another one. And I'm in no condition to point it out to you." He finishes by raising his frozen hoof. Then dropping it as a throb of pain runs through it. They both look at him, then each-other before backing off. "He's right." Scarlett admits with a grumble. "Gallroy! Killclaw!" she commands. Turning to two of her fellow guards. "Take the Herald with all haste to the Temple immediately." "Lady Scarlett." steps up Edelweiss. "I ask that you allow my medical ponies to look at him. They are-" "You've done enough damage already today!" snaps Scarlett. Signaling her guards to proceed. "The priests are more then capable to treat him." "You would have him treated by a bunch of hokey priests, over my trained medical technicians." the Knight snears. "They are far more able to take care of him. Our scientific medical advancement for healing the Equine body is vastly superior to-" "Urrrg!" wails Peatmoss. "Please! Just get me away from these two bickering females before we're set upon by hoards of Windigos!" he pleads. Throwing his hooves in the air. Suddenly, a pulse of power trumpets from Pinical Mountain. The words thrumming through Peat like a rolling boom of thunder, echoing across the sky. "HERALD, COME HITHER!" They all stare up in astonishment as a ring of distortion expands out from the top of the towering edifice of stone and earth. It moves through Peatmoss, and he feels a draw, like the current of a river pull on his being. "The call of the Neckbeards!" gasps Scarlett in wonder. "Go! Take him to the Temple at once! And report what happened to the Jarl! Go!" her guards grab Peat between them and take to the air. Speeding for the city. * * * The call from the mountain thunders across the land. Causing many to stare up in wonder as it rolls out from the peak. The distortion visible from every corner of Crown. Wishes wakes with a start, and rolls off the bench. Leaping to her hooves as the reverberation moves through her. Yanking her from sleep like her master's commanding voice. "I wasn't sleeping Master!" she shouts on reflex. "I was just, resting... my..." She blinks and rubs her eyes as she remembers that she's no longer in the university. She gives a shudder from the cold draft coming in through the window. Rubbing life back into her cold, stiff limbs, she Regrets leaving the window open all night and letting in the cold. Turning, she yanks the window shut in annoyance with her telekinesis. "Let this be a lesson Miz Wishes," she says in her impression of Wyvernwax's teaching voice. "Don't fall asleep under an open window in cold weather." Finishing in a frustrated horse noise. But then, memories of him float through her mind, and a feeling of homesickness flows in to take it's place. The cold of the room adding to the empty loneliness inside her. 'Well.' she thinks to herself. 'At least the room doesn't smell musty anymore.' She casts her warming spell and feeling starts returning to her hooves. Taking notice of how late the morning is, Wishes pokes her head out the door to flag down a servant for hot water to wash herself. After freshening up and a light breakfast of her leftovers. She returns to the desk and continues her task sorting, as she casually brushes her mane. Working out the kinks and snags. Regretting her negligence with every tug. She is interrupted however with a sharp, (tak tak tak) sound. She gives a distracted glance around her, swiveling her ears, but decides to ignore it. Then again a (tak tak tak) sound, in the direction of the closed window. Followed with a (caw). Looking at the window, she sees a small, dark, distorted bird shape through the wavy glass panes. Perplexed, Wishes sets down her brush and trots over to the window. Hopping up on the couch to take a closer look. Sure enough, prancing about on the sill outside is a black bird with a big beak. Who occasionally pecks at the window. She watches it, as it looks back at her. Fluffing it's wings every now and again as it pecks the glass. Unlatching the window, she opens it up again to get a better look. It seems to be a crow. But curiously, attached to it's back was a red saddle with a yellow trim. It looks her up and down before jumping over her head and flitting around the room. Going from stack to stack before landing on the desk. "Hello there." welcomes Wishes. "How can I help you?" The bird just looks at her with one eye, then snapping it's head around to look at her with it's other. It does this for a few seconds, hopping around the surface of the desk. Then it snatches up her brush in it's beak. Scarcely can she make a shout of indignation, the bird flies out the window and out of sight. Wishes stares after it, her muzzle agape in stupified anger, before yanking the window shut again. Making sure the latch was good and tight. "That's the last time I open a window for any bucking bird!" she growls to herself. Fantasizing of grabbing the beast in her telekinesis and squeezing till it said it was sorry. "What did you expect Wishes?" she went on. Returning to the desk. "Did you really think it would say hello back? Sing you a pretty morning song, as if you were some kind of princess?" She sits down and pouts at the empty spot her brush used to lay, before planting her face on the desktop. Then snapping her head up at the trio of knocks at the door. Giving a quick check over her clothes, she buttons up her robe collar before answering "Yes! Hello, come on in." "Pardon the intrusion Miss Nighttime Wishes." says an earthpony guard. Opening the door and giving a quick bow of their head. "But there has been a Windigo sighting south of the city. The Jarl is requesting your presence in the hall immediately." "A Windigo!?" she exclaims in alarm. A wave of fear washing over her as the panic of unpreparedness takes root in the forefront of her mind. Quickly reminding herself to act professional, she pastes a dignified look on her muzzle and answers with more confidence than she feels. "Yes! Of course. Right away." Getting up, she grabs a random bunch of scrolls and paperwork. Hoping to put on the impression that she hadn't let the Jarl's hospitality go to waste. When the guard turns away to lead her out, she gives one more quick glance over herself. Ensuring she looks presentable. Grabbing her hat on the way. As they get closer to the great hall, she hears a buzz of frightened voices. Upon entering, she observes the herd of ponies gathered there. The fear is palpable as courtiers and citizens alike fidget and murmur to one-another. A rising urge to gallop thrums through her legs, but she fights it with every step. Unused to being so close to a herd of panicking ponies. Squeezing along the wall, they approach the deus before the Jarl's throne. Gallion is there, standing on his hindpaws with his talons raised in a calming gesture. A staggered line of Griffin guards below him, holding the herd at bay as Captain Saberclaw paces behind them. "Please, everypony stay calm." pleads Providence stepping up next to the Jarl. "The Jarl understands your fears and is making every effort to solve the matter. With the help of the Herald, the Gallops Hill guard has already put down the Windigo. So if you all could please.." he is cut off by several ponies crying out over the crowd. "That can't be the only one! The coastal holds are still in the grips of snow!" shouts one. "It's nearly April! Winter should be long gone by now!" shouts another. "There's bound to be hundreds more on the way!" "What about the rumor that Ironbloom has been murdered?! Without all three Heralds, there'll be no stopping them this time!" "There is a chance that another can be found." says Providence desperately over the herd. "Have faith that the gods will provide. In the meantime, trust the guard to..." he is cut off again as somepony shouts. "When has the Griffins ever cared about ponies?! As soon as real trouble shows up, they'll all fly off south with all the treasure. Leaving us poor ponies to starve and freeze to death!" "WHO SAID THAT!" roars Saberclaw. Leaping into the air and hovering over the herd with his sword drawn. "Who Among you would say such a treasonous thing! I'll cut the traitorous tongue from his lying mouth!" "Captain Saberclaw!" shouts Jarl Gallion in a loud commanding voice. "Enough! Stand down." Saberclaw hesitates before flapping back to his place. "Good Ponies of Gallops Hold, lend me your ears." proclaims the Jarl. Stepping forward to gain their full attention. "Have I not done everything in my power to give you justice and security?" He paused dramatically to take the golden crown off his head and hold it out. "This Crown, have you not given me? Have you been blind to the many new grain silos I have ordered constructed, and filled these past few harvests? When I came to this country over thirty years ago, I saw the hardships you suffered at the claws of my predisessor. And when I lead you in revolt to depose that tyrant, it was you good Ponies who placed this burden upon my head. And now, through your great and diligent efforts, I have lead you all to be the single greatest producers of food of All the nine Holds. Making this ancient city a hub of trade, and the envy of all the realm. Prosperity that grants us all safety and security. "It is true," he acknowledges. Putting a claw on his breast and bowing his head in a gesture of sorrow. "The destruction of Greenmore Hold has cut food supply of the land by nearly a third. But take faith." he went on. "Just yesterday I have put into motion, plans, as many here already know, to send out willing ponies to salvage their crops. I am confident that the hardy strength of you good Earth Ponies will be long remembered when this tribulation has passed. While I, and the service I have done for you will be but a hoofnote in the history of this Great land." At those words, many in the herd give cries of denial and encouragement to him. Nighttime Wishes feels a well of hope open in her heart as the assembled ponies pour out their love for their sovereign's service and leadership. "Thank you. Thank you, my good ponies." Jarl Gallion says, raising his claw for silence. "Your words bring me joy. But this outburst has shown me there are, however few there may be, some amongst you that question the dedication of me or those I have appointed over you. As before-" he raises his voice to stem a wave of protest. "As before, I ask you Good Ponies, if there is anyone, anypony who is better suited to take my position, let them speak up, step forward, or hold their peace." With those words, he holds out the crown. offering it to them. A profound silence falls over the hall. And those gathered there, look to one-another critically. As if daring any one to speak out against their beloved leader. After a minute of no response. Gallion nods. "Very well. Then, with your approval, I will continue to bear this burden for you." he says as he places the golden crown back on his head. "Now then, I understand your worries and fears that the coming of the Windigos brings. Know this! Through our influence as a primary food provider. And our connection to the history behind the Legendary Rainbow Warrior. Who at the very stone table, in this very hall, the Heralds Sands, Windcaller, and Nova, came together, to forge in unity, the Warrior of legend. The Archmage of Magnus University, in his wisdom, has hoofpicked and sent forth a talented Unicorn Mage representative to ade us." At that, he extends his claw too Wishes and motions her forward. Destress at the spotlight of everypony's attention, suddenly freezes her hooves to the floor. She would have collapsed then and there if it hadn't been for a shove from the guard behind her. Giving her just enough inertia to step shakily forward, and before she realizes it, she's standing by the Jarl's side. Turning to the assembly, she clings desperately to the bundle of random papers in her hoof and the crumbling air of professional dignity glued to her muzzle. The critical gaze of so many ponies watching her makes her feel feint. As if sensing her urge to gallop crying back to her room, Gallion places a comforting claw on her withers. Holding her up in support. "Miss Nighttime Wishes here is well versed in the legend of the Rainbow Warrior, and the history of the Windigo's fall. And paired with the venerable Pegasus Herald, who is now residing amongst us. We will hold the Windigos at bay. As Jarl of Gallops Hill, I dub her Court Mage! In the absence of sir Secret Fire." 'I didn't agree to any of that.' Wishes thinks to herself as he concludes. "And so, I ask that you return to your duties, and pray to the gods for another Herald to be found, for our dear Ironbloom we have lost." The assembled herd stomps their hooves in thunderous approval. Then bow in turn, before slowly filtering back out too the city. "With respect Gallion sir." Wishes whispers. "I never said-." She is cut off as Gallion hisses under his breath from the upturned corner of his beak. "Keep smiling Miss Nighttime Wishes please, and hold your tongue. I desperately need your help to prevent a stampede." Seeing the wisdom of his words, she forces a smile onto her muzzle and joins him in waving as the last of the ponies are ushured out and the doors closed. With their resounding (Clunk) echoing through the big empty room, Gallion slumps into his throne as the calm, collected fizod falls away. leaving behind a tired old bird. But after a few seconds he straightens his posture and addresses her. "Forgive me Miss Wishes for putting you on the spot. I..." he falters. Floundering for the right words to speak. After a few seconds though, he puts a claw to his brow. Covering his eyes. Then, at that moment she realizes that dispite the encouraging speech he gave only seconds ago, he was truly distraught over the situation. "What the Jarl means to say..." says Providence. Stepping up to Gallion's side. "There's no end of thanks we can give for you to come to us in this hour of need. And to the Arch Mage Wyvernwax for sending you too us. As you see, the Jarl is at an end of his power. And cannot do much more for his Hold. The news of Ironbloom's death has shaken the faith of all. Do you have any ideas as to what can be done?" Wishes looks down sadly at the papers she has clutched to her chest. "I... I'm sorry but. I have yet to find any more information on the subject then previously discussed. Your old Court Wizard seems to have had no clear organization. I have been hard at work sorting through the mess all yesterday and this morning, and have found nothing of note. There is a chance whatever he knew, he may have taken with him. I am sorry." "I see." says Gallion. Nodding his head solemnly. "This Herald you spoke of earlier." spoke up Wishes. "You say he actually confronted the Windigo? And slew it?" "That is what was reported to us by several witnesses." confirmed Providence. "If there is time I could meet him. Perhaps I might learn more from his first-hoof account." "The Herald is currently being treated at the temple for his injuries." chimes in Gallgalad. "Nothing too serious I'm told. But Lady Springs insists she's given a few hours to do a thorough examination." "Yes. Very good." states Gallion with a nod. Some of his earlier composer returning. "Captain Saberclaw. See to it that he is brought to me as soon as he's permitted. I'd like to speak with him before he disappears again." "Yes my Jarl. Right away." Captain Saberclaw puts a clenched claw to his breast and gives a quick bow before turning to go. But pauses and turns back. "I must remind you sire. The Equestrian commander of the soldiers involved with the attack is waiting to give an account of her actions." "Ah! Right." says Jarl Gallion. Checking over himself quickly. "I take it, it would be unwise to invoke ill will between our Hold and the Solar Imperials. So let us be firm, but hear them out my friends." he concludes. Looking between Providence and Gallgalad. They nod in turn. "You have my leave to return to your search Miss Wishes. I'll see to it that the Herald is brought too you once I have spoken with him." Wishes gives him a respectful curtsey before trotting swiftly back to her room. * * * After a thorough check over by Crystal Springs, Peatmoss steps out of the temple with a bandage around his head and his cold hoof wrapped in a sling. There seems to have been nothing the Priests could do to warm his hoof. The Windigo magic resisted every remedy they could think of. So all he could hope for was for it to clear up on it's own. It burns with a cold pain. But he put on a brave face and thanked Miss Springs for her help. Outside the door he is met by Scarlett, who insists he came with her at onoce up to the Keep to see the Jarl. Entering Grover's Reach, he is met by the Knight Edelweiss coming down the stairs from the Hall above. Thrusting a hoof out, she blocks their way. "A moment, if I may Herald. I have some questions I would like to ask of you." "The Jarl is awaiting his attendance at Court. Knight!" snips Scarlett. "He is not to be kept waiting." "It'll only be a few seconds Housecarl. Surely he can spare me that much?" "Fine then." huffs Scarlett. Sitting and crossing her forearms. "Make it quick!" "Peatmoss. You are the son of Gin-an-Tonic of Wellshod. Correct?" Peat nods. "I've heard you came to Crown only a few days ago by way of Southrim. Correct?" he nods again. "It was brought to my attention that you traveled in the company of a Griffin named Balgriff and his supporters, by way of the road through Squirestone. Am I right?" Peat averts his eyes from her. Guessing the intentions of her questions. "I have been ordered by the Lord General Hud to investigate the dragon's attack on the fort. And a pony claiming himself to be the Legendary Mead Blooded. Do you know anything about the pony in question?" He lowers his head guiltily and avoids eye contact with her. "I see." She states in a knowing tone. "Housecarl Scarlett." she says. Addressing the Griffin hen. "I wish to take this pony into custody for further questioning." "I cannot allow that." Scarlett says. Holding up a claw. "This pony has been charged with treason against Her Royal Majesty Princess Celestia of Equestria!" proclaims the Knight. "What!" exclaims Peat at the accusation. "He was found delivering correspondence to an enemy faction of Her Majesty's forces. And was party to a conspiracy, to commit regicide of Her Royal Majesty's nephew." Peatmoss was struck speechless. "Despite what he's done here, it is my duty to place him under arrest." With that, Edelweiss steps forward to take hold of Peatmoss. "He will stand trial with Balgriff and-" "This Herald," cuts off Scarlett. Stepping between Peat and Edelweiss. Pushing her back. "Is under the protection of Jarl Gallion, and for the time being, outside of your jurisdiction. If you attempt to lay a hoof upon him again, you will be forcibly removed from the City!" At Scarlett's words, Two guards step up to either side of the Knight. Ready to grab her if she presses the matter. "Now step aside. The Jarl is waiting." Edelweiss glances between the two guards menacing her. "I will relay what has transpired here to the Queen and the Lord General, Housecarl." she states with an even tone. "You have not heard the end of this." she then glares at Peatmoss, giving a frustrated snort, before yielding the way. Scarlett ignores her as she takes Peat by his armored coat and leads him up the stairs towards the Jarl's throne. As he is lead away, Peatmoss looks over his shoulder at the Knight being escorted out of the Keep. A pit opens in his gut with the realization that, dispite his best efforts, he has become a criminal in the eyes of Celestia. And he will never be able to go home again. For the rest of his life he'll be hunted for what he did to survive at Squirestone. Reaching the main hall, Peat follows Scarlett past the throne and up a staircase too an inner sanctum of the Keep. There, they find Jarl Gallion, Providence, and Gallgalad sitting around a table covered in maps and reports. Across the large map are small standing flags of different colors. As well as small rough-carved figures, like chess pieces. Gallion notices the two of them immediately and ends his conversation with the two advisors. "Peatmoss!" exclaims the Jarl. Rising in greeting. Standing on his hindpaws in that curious fashion. Peat sees he has changed out of his kingly robes to don an arming doublet and gold-guilded breastplate with different colored jem decorations. "You have done me and my Hold a great service today." Jarl Gallion pauses when Peat doesn't raise his head to meet his gaze. "What is the matter? Did it go so ill with the temple priestess?" "The Lady Crystal Springs has treated him the best she can." answers Scarlett for him. "But another issue has arisen. The Equestrian Knight demands to place The Herald Peatmoss under arrest. She accused him of being part of the Stormwing rebellion, and wants to take him back to Haven Hold for his involvement with Squirestone. "Oh I bet they would." growls Providence with an angry glare. "They've got some nerve trying to get their hooves on another Herald, especially after what happened to Ironbloom." "It's no surprise to me." chimes in Gallgalad, as he plucks a quill from an inkpot and scratches out some notes on a paper. "With the way she kept prying for information on him. She was probably building a case against him to legitimize her claim. And by convincing us he is a war criminal, we wouldn't lift a claw to keep him. But his ability to make the Windigos visible, and the call of the Neckbeards thundering across all of Crown." He paused for a second to look everyone in the eye before continuing. "There is no doubt, what he truly is. A Herald of Legend." After a silent few seconds, he drops the quill into the inkpot and leans back in his chair. "Of course, it's not enough for them to have the "acting high queen" licking honey from their hoof. If they succeeded in seizing control of the means of destroying the Windigos, who's to argue against falling under the dominance of the Solar Imperium?" "You're not really suggesting..?" Providence begins to ask. But Gallgalad just answers him with a look. Jarl Gallion begins to pace the floor. One claw on his back. The other rubbing thoughtfully on the underside of his beak. "But what about what happened to Miss Ironbloom?" "It may be that simple." Gallgalad answers. "An accident. I suspect they wished to break Balgriff's fighting spirit by executing the last of his supporters in front of him. Lady Edelweiss did say Prince Blueblood was there to oversee it. With Ironbloom in their custody, and Balgriff broken, Who else could possibly stand a chance to despute high queen Gwendolyn?" The two then turn to look at Gallion. He stops his pacing and huffs. "No!" he proclaims. Waving his claw as if to dispell the question from the air. "I have faith that the Moot will vote as they always have before. And I will leave fate to the gods. But enough of this speculation." he finishes. Turning to face Peatmoss. "For your service and sacrifice to show us the true threat towards Crown, I ask, are you willing to take an oath? To swear to protect the Good Ponies of Gallops Hold?" "I am." Peat answers. A warm stiring of duty and purpose welling up inside him. With a signal from Gallion, Providence produces a chest and offers it's contents to Gallion. Out of it, he pulls a yellow sash. The same shade as the Hold guards wear. Unfolding it, he holds it draped across his claws as he begins. "Do you, Peatmoss, son of Gin-an-Tonic, solemnly swear to protect the ponies of Gallops Hold? Come Windigos, war, famine or pestilence? Even to the end of your days?" "I swear it. And more." "Then I, as Jarl of Gallops Hold present you with this badge of office." As Gallion says this he wraps the sash loosely around Peat's shoulders like a scarf. And pins a disk broach to his chest, that bears the sigil of Gallops Hill's rearing stallion. Next, Gallion draws out a sword. Presented to him by Gallgalad. "And dub thee, Peatmoss. Thane of Gallops Hill." With those words, he touches the blade to one side of Peat, then the other. "And too these witnesses." Gallion proclaims to everyone in the room. "Do you swear to hold him too his vow?" "We Swear!" all present say loudly in unison. thumping one of their claws or hooves too their chests. "Then it's done." finishes Gallion. Passing the sword back to Gallgalad. Now then, Peatmoss. How did your talk with the Mighty Helms go yesterday?" "Uh. Not, as well as I had hoped I'm afraid." he answers sheepishly. Sitting and scratching at his crest with his good hoof. "There was a, mixed reception. It seems some of them are not too keen on letting a Pegasus join them." "Hm. Yes. I can understand." says Gallion. Closing his eyes and nodding his head. Scratching the bottom of his beak in thought. "No." he states after a few seconds. "No. that simply will not do. Providence!" he turns and gestures to the earthpony. "See too it that appropriate lodgings are made available. It would be ill-mannered if we were to leave him to sleep on a cloud, out in these cold nights. And... Oh." He pauses. Twittling his talons. Trying to remember something. "What's the name of that pony who's been begging for a special assignment. Water-something. Starts with an L?" "Water Lilly, sir?" "That's the one!" he confirms with a snap of his talons. "She'll make a perfect Housecarl. Send for her immediately." He then turns quickly back to Peatmoss and lays his claw on his withers. Guiding him towards a hallway to the residential part of the Keep. "Now, as much as I would love to throw a feast in your honor Herald. Time is of the essence, and we cannot afford to stand on ceremony. Come. There is a pony who's been excited to speak with you ever since she arrived. And it would be an honor for me to introduce you to her. As they enter the hallway, he notices Scarlett following close behind them. "There's no need for you to come along Housecarl." says Gallion. Stopping to look back at her. "No need to worry. The two of us won't get lost." "But my Jarl." rebuts Scarlett. "Given what the Equestrian Knight said. Is it wise to-" "Scarlett. My dear Scarlett." chides Gallion. As if he's speaking to a foal. "If I can not trust a Herald of Rainbow, after all he's done for this city, to not strike me down while my back is turned. Then Crown is truly lost. Have faith in the gods Scarlett. They have provided before, they shall do so again. Wait for me in the Throne room if you please, and I swear to you, I will meet you there unharmed." She stands there for a few seconds, grinding her beak in frustrated indecision. "Remember Scarlett." he says, adding a seriousness to his tone. "The day the crown of Gallops Hill falls. Is the day, all the realm, shall go to war." At his words, she relents. Bowing her head, saluting with a claw to her chest before leaving them. "Forgive them for their overprotective actions Peatmoss." Gallion says after she leaves. "My sister-in-law in particular has a hard time trusting anyone these days." "Sister?" asks Peat in surprise. Following as Gallion takes the lead. "In-law. Yes. Her sister was the Hen I fell in love with." "Ah. Sorry. I don't think I've met your wife yet." "No. You haven't. That is, if you haven't seen any blue, ghostly Griffin hens floating around the Keep." Gallion says in a strange teasing tone. It took a few seconds for Peat to catch his meaning. "Oh! I'm sorry to hear that. You mean she's" "Yes. Almost fifteen years ago." Gallion confirms with a sad note to his voice. "Still. If you do happen to, for some reason, see her. Tell her to stop by and say hello will you." Peat gives him an awkward grin at the playful words. "As you may have noticed, Scarlett and I don't have normal colored plumage as compared to other native Griffins." "Well yeah." confirms Peat. "The two of you do have a warmer palette. Alot like the Griffins of the tropics." "Ah. So it's true. You have been to my homeland as rumor has it." Peat nods. "Though, mind you. It was only for a month or so. The heat just got to me after awhile. It was a foalhood fantasy to meet with pirates." He finishes with an embarrassed look. "Ha ha! Indeed." laughs Gallion. "Sailor tails of Schooners, islands, maroons, and Buccaneers, and buried gold. That old romance that pleases me as it does the wiser youngsters of today. Yar-de har har Harr!" they both laugh. "It was there where we were married and went traveling." Gallion goes on. "At first Scarlett didn't trust me. So she followed us in our travels all over the world. Of course, after a time she came to understand and except her sister's decision. And we came to Crown settling down here at Gallops Hill. But sadly, one fateful night, there was an attack on the Keep. Whether it was an assassination, or theft gone rong, I do not know. But in the aftermath, my wife lay dead, and my infant son was missing. "That's horrible!" says Peatmoss in sympathy. "Thank you. That day was the saddest day of my life. But it came as an utter shock to me when, despite the difference in class and species, all the ponies of the Hold wept for my loss. That day endeared me to them tenfold. And ever since, I have done everything I can to repay them that kindness." "And your son? Was he ever found?" Peat asked after a few seconds. "Sadly no. What became of him, the perpetrators took to their grave. The guards tracked them all down. But they were killed before they could be interrogated. Save for the last. Who, before he slit his own throat, said these words. "Praise the Sun." Naturally, everyone believes it meant that Princess Celestia was behind the attack." "What!!?" exclaims Peat in indignation at the thought. "Princess Celestia would never-!" "I know. I know." says Gallion. Raising a claw to calm him. "It took me some time though to dissuade them from declaring war on Equestria. Still, some took it upon themselves to harass any Equestrian citizens they found. My former Captain of the Guard, sir Gruff, vowed he would not rest till my son was found. He followed the trail south, and was never heard from again. So I ask you to be patient with them. What they do is out of love for me." "I understand." confirms Peat. "But I think it's more from what I am. Rather than where I'm from. And from what happened to me earlier this morning, I can't really blame them." "Oh?" asks Gallion. Cocking an eye questioningly. "I was robbed by a Pegasus colt while I was bathing in the creek out on the tundra. He swiped all the gold from my bag I left on the bank." "I see." says Gallion. "Well, now that I have made you Thane, you will have somepony to look out for you and your possessions. As Thane, you will have the respect of the Hold guards. And are permitted to fly within the city limits. Though I ask you to only do so when it is absolutely necessary. Ponies find it very rude and upsetting when creatures fly low over their heads." "Yes. I understand. I'll do my best to not be a nuisance." "You have been called by the Neckbeards to the summit of Pinnacle mountain. So you will have to prepare yourself for the climb." "Can't I just fly?" "You could try. But I doubt even you could make it half way before you're utterly exhausted. From down here, it may not look far. I myself attempted the climb years ago. But living at sea level for most of my life made me too weak to reach more than halfway up it's side. I assure you it is better to walk it's stairs. The path begins on the far side of the mountain. At a town called Pilgrim's Step. It is more then merely a test of strength and endurance. It is a test of the mind. The will to keep putting one paw ahead of the other. To come to terms with your own weaknesses. And know the measure of your character." Gallion stops and turns to face Peatmoss. Standing on his hindpaws with his claws behind his back. "I must make this clear to you." he says in a clear and serious tone. Looking down at Peat. "You must take care and prepare yourself well. It is no simple hike. When Ironbloom returned, she was a changed pony. She was born and raised here. And she told me about her struggle to reach the summit. Please, take your time to train your body. Or the mountain, will, break you." Peatmoss thinks about the Jarl's words for a minute before looking up and nodding. "I understand. And I will." he answerers solemnly. Gallion nods. Satisfied his point is made. "In the meantime." he then says. Stepping over to a door. "I'd like to introduce you to my acting Court Mage." The Jarl gives the door a polite knock. "Miss Nighttime Wishes? Are you there?" There's a sound of shuffling papers before a sweet, mare's voice answers. "Ah! Yes. Who is it?." "Jarl Gallion. I've brought the Herald of Rainbow here to meet you." "Ah! Of course! Please come in right away!" Turning the door latch, Gallion opens the door and ushures Peat in. The inside of the room is absolutely piled full of papers, books, and scrolls. And amidst the stacks is a cleared space with a desk, where sits a soft-blue colored filly with a rich blue curly mane. She was dressed in a official-looking, dark-blue robe, with a tannish mantle around her neck. Her high collar and tie made her look very professional. But what caught his attention was her bright yellow eyes. He felt a spark, and from the look, she did too. Flashes of memory from the moment he met Ironbloom rose from his memory. That feeling of familial connection. A click of two oddly shaped puzzle pieces coming to fit perfectly together. "Miss Nighttime Wishes." introduces Jarl Gallion. "This is the Herald Peatmoss from Wellshod Equestria. Peatmoss, this is Miss Nighttime Wishes. Personal Protege of The Arch Mage Wyvernwax, of Magnus University. And acting Court, Mage..." He stops and pauses for a second when he notices their shared expression. "Have the, two of you, met already?" he asks. Looking between them in confusion. "What?! No! No. I've never seen her before." Peatmoss stammers. Embarrassed at being caught gawking. "Ah! No!" Wishes says at the same time. "We haven't met." She rubs her forehooves together nervously as she looks away. A flush of embarrassment on her blue cheeks shading them purple. "Ahh." says Gallion as an expression of dawning comprehension comes over him. A big smile spreading over his beak. "Well. I can see the two of you are going to get along just fine. So, if you'd excuse me. I'll leave the two of you alone to get acquainted with each-other." With that. He slips out the door and closes it behind him. "Sooo. Miss Nighttime Wishes." says Peat after an awkward minute of silence. "You wanted to speak with me?" "Oh! Uh. Yes!" Wishes stammers. Remembering herself. "Please. Pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable." They both stare at the empty space on the floor around them. "Oh! Oh no." she says in exasperation. Casting about for a second. "Give me just a minute." she apologizes. Holding up a hoof before shoving several stacks of paper around in her search. "I'm so sorry. I'm not at all prepared to host guests." "That's alright." consoles Peat patiently as she shuffles stuff around. "No no." she frets as she disappears into the mess. "It's very rude of me. I knew you were going to show up, and I should've taken the time to prepare." "No. it's fine. You must be pretty busy doing all this paperwork and stuff." "No. This is all from the previous Court Mage." she explains with a grunt as a skyscraper of literature shifts to the side amongst the city of paper towers. "I can't make mane or tails of why he kept some of this stuff. A-Ha!" she exclaims. Re-emerging, holding a cushioned hassock aloft in her magic. As she joins him again, her robe brushes a stack and it topples into a messy heap. She stares at it, scrunching her muzzle in frustration for a second. Then dismissing it with a huff of annoyance and a wave of her hoof. "I'll clean that up later." Giving the hassock a quick dusting, she sets it in front of him and goes back to sit behind her desk. As he makes himself comfortable, Miss Nighttime Wishes rifles through the desk drawers to pull out blank paper, quill, and ink. Taking up the quill in her magic she dips it in the pot. She's momentarily confused when it clinks on the bottom hollowly. Picking it up, she floats it up to her eye and peeks in. Finding it completely dried out. She tosses it away with an angry snort, and pulls out a fresh pot. Uncorking it, she dips her quill and makes a boarder line around the edge of the empty sheet of paper. Then, with a satisfied smile, she turns her full attention to him. "Now then Sir Peatmoss. Go on and tell me all about yourself." "Uh. Ok. Well, I was born on Sunday in the winter of-" "No no no." she interrupted. "I apologize. What I mean is..." She pauses. Brushing the feather tip of the quill on her cheek as she looks away towards the ceiling in thought. "Start where, the moment you first realized that you were the Herald of the Rainbow Warrior." "Oh. You mean after I got the golden wing from the theif. And Windcaller appeared." "That's it." she confirms with a smile. Returning her quill to the paper. Scratching out his every word, as he recounts as best he can remember what the ghostly saint said. It was a little distracting for him to watch the quill dance on the page in her telekinetic grip. Transcribing every word he said. All the while she sat and listened quietly with her eyes closed. Not once taking a moment to look at the page. "Then he faded away and I decided to come here to Gallops Hill like he suggested." Peatmoss finished. "Very good." she says. Finally opening her eyes to look over her work. "Now this, Harth's warming tail you spoke of. You say you celebrate it every year?" "Yeah!" Peat says happily. "It's, The holiday in the beginning of winter. Full of singing, gift giving, food and candy that lasts all winter long, untill winter Wrap up!" "Hearth's warming." says Wishes. Tapping her chin in thought. "I've never heard of it before." "You've never had a Hearth's warming?!" Peatmoss exclaims in shock. "Well, not except for that book." Propping herself on the desk with her hooves, she reaches out with her telekinesis and floats over a saddle bag. "I've heard of the Griffins celebrating their Bluemoon festival around that time of season." she says as she rifles through her bag. "It sounded kind of similar. Ah-ha!" she pulls out a book and shows it to him. "Is it like this?" Then she pauses with an embarrassed look. "Now, I know this is a foal's book but-" "Oh my goddess!" shouts peat in excitement. "You have a copy!" He snatches it from her magic grip and looks it over. "Oh mares. I remember this! it's in perfect condition too! I used to read this all the time when I was a foal." She watches him with a smirk as he pages through the book excitedly. Caught up in a tsunami of nostalgia. "So you really know it that well?" "Do I ever! The one I had at home was in rough condition. But mom would read it too me anytime I asked. Till I could read it myself of course. Oh mares. I tell you, I read it till it fell to pieces." "You really like that story." "What's not to love? Just look at these pictures!" He turns the book around to show her. "You see this one of the ponies arguing? If you move this tab here, it makes it look like the snow is falling!" He moves the piece of paper that has an arrow on it. Causing the dial behind the image to turn. Giving the illusion that the snow flakes are blowing about. "And this one is my favorite!" he flips through the pages towards the end. Holding it up to show the three ponies singing in the ice cave. Manipulating it's tab, he makes the three bob about individually with the complex set of paper pullies. Hidden behind the image. "Look! they're dancing! Doot-do doot-do de do! Ha haha." He turns the book back around and looks at the ending page. "And through their love for one-another, the fire of friendship melted the snow, and their hearts. And together they founded a new land called Equestria." And before he knew it, he broke into that old familiar song. "The fire of friendship lives in our hearts. As long as it burns, we will not drift apart. Though quarrels arise, their numbers are few. Laughter and singing will see us through. We are a circle of pony friends. A circle of friends, we will be to the very end!" Then, he suddenly realizes how foalish he's acting. "Ahh. Eh heh heh. Sorry. Got a little carried away." He scratched at the crest of his mane in embarrassment. "Yes. Heh." she confirmed with a smirk. "It's clear you're very enthusiastic about that story." "Yeah, heh. It's funny how I can rattle off like that now. Back when I was in school. When we would have the Hearth's Warming eve Padgent. When I got to play Commander Hurricane, I would screw up my lines so bad. Even when I had a piece of paper with my lines on it, tucked in my costume, I still couldn't spit them out right." Looking back at Miss Wishes, he sees her smirk. "Yeah. I probably would have made a better Private Pansy." he says as he places the book on her desk and slides it back to her sheepishly. "Oh. Uh, excuse me." she says. Hiding her smirk as she picks up the book and flips through it. "I admit I started reading it, but fell asleep before I could finish. I suppose I shouldn't have dismissed it so quickly. But that can wait for later." she finishes. Setting it aside. "What I'm more familiar with is this, Windcaller, pony. He said pretty much what I read in Crack-a-book's, A brief history of Crown. Second edition, volume one?" She looks to him expectantly. "Uh. Sorry. I've never read it." he answerers with an apologetic shrug. "No. I would expect not." she mutters in a condescending tone. Turning her attention to the transcript of his encounter. Peatmoss hangs his head in shame. "Oh! I'm sorry. That came out rong." she exclaims in regret. Spotting his reaction. "It's just, like with your Hearth's warming story. There doesn't seem to have been much cross-cultural exchange between Crown and Equestria. It's not that I think you're stupid, or uneducated, or dumb, or... I'm just going to, shut-my-stupid-trap." she sputters out quickly, "On second thought. Let's just forget I said anything at all. And talk instead about this Gold Wing you found in the barrow." she finishes. Giving him a pleading, apologetic grin. "Uh, sure. What about it?" "Well, didn't Windcaller say it was a piece of the Rainbow Warrior?" "Oh yeah. He did!" "Well? May I see it?" she asks. Holding out her hoof with a smile. "Sure. It's..." Suddenly his mental train careened off it's tracks at the realization of his mistake. "Oh, no." He buried his face in his hooves. "What?" she asks in confusion. "What's rong?" "I... Don't, have it." "What do you mean you don't have it?" she asks. Her smile straining. "I'm sorry! I'm a stupid pony! I was hired to get it back from the thieves, and return it to Mr Abirdy. And he has it now." "You... you just gave it, too him?" Miss Wishes asks through her gritted teeth as she drops her hoof. "Yes." Peat answers sheepishly. "It belongs to him. And he paid me for returning it." "Th-That Wing." she stammers in a growl of frustration. "Is a priceless artifact of the Crown Ponies history. And you just hoofed it back to him for a sack of petty gold? Like some cheap trinket?!" "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." he whimpers. "I'm sorry." "You stupid... Are you brain... Rubbin, fribbin." She cuts herself off by slamming her head down on her desk, covering it with her hooves. Ranting to herself in a different language for a few seconds as Peatmoss rubs ruefully at his bandaged hoof. Then, after a few more seconds, she raises her head again. Eyes closed as she brushes her mane back. Takes a deep breath. And looks at him again in a calm, but determined expression. "Ok. It's ok." she reassures. "We know where it is. Let's just go get it." she finishes. Picking up her bag and putting on her cloak and hat. "Come on. There's no time to lose." Stepping around the desk, she grabs his good hoof in her magic and tugs him along. "Wh-wait!" he stammers as he's pulled around and off his seat. "I can't-!" he is cut off as he tries putting weight on his injured hoof. Only for a jab of pain to shoot through his elbow and shoulder joint. He gives a loud cry of pain. Causing her to release him in surprise, and he slams face first down on the floor. There's the sound of splintering wood as somepony smashes the door open. Peatmoss looks up to see a big pony clad in ridgid, bright bronze armor, standing in the door shouting. "What by the gods happened in here?" demands the pony. "I'm so sorry!" exclaims Wishes. Her haze of temper evaporating in realization at what she just did. "It's my fault. I completely forgot they said you were recovering. Are you ok?" she asks with worry. Helping him get back to his hooves. "I'm fine. It's fine." he reassures. Hiding the pain as he puts his smarting hoof back into the sling. "Certainly not!" she says. Not buying his bravado for a second. "Don't worry. I'll make this right. I'll fix this." Turning she stops short at the pony blocking the doorway. "Excuse me please." she apologizes before igniting her horn in a blaze and shoving him out into the hall with her magic force. "Hey!" he exclaims, falling flat on his back. In the blink of an eye, Miss Wishes picks Peatmoss up in her telekinesis and floats him after her as she gallops down the hall. "Wait! Come back here!" shouts the armored pony as he struggles to rise. "Sorry!" she calls back over her shoulder. "Don't drop me! Please!" shouts Peatmoss desperately. Flapping his wings in agitation. Not used to flying through the air outside of his own power. "Stop struggling and I won't!" she answers looking back at him as she gallops on. A bead of sweat visible on her forehead. So he pulls all his limbs in tight to himself to make it easier on her. As they come down the stairs and into the Main Hall at the throne, Scarlett spots them coming and steps into Miss Wishes's path. Blocking her. "Hold it right there Lady Nighttime Wishes." Scarlett commands as she approaches. Forcing her to skid to a stop. Nearly losing her telekinetic grip on Peat, if it wasn't for him flapping his wings to reduce momentum. "And where exactly do you think you're taking our new Thane?" "Can't you see!" Wishes says. Floating Peatmoss up to Scarlett's face. "This pony is broken! He needs fixing at the temple immediately!" she finishes. Pointing out his bandaged hoof. "Crystal Springs said she has done everything she could." insists Scarlett. Taking hold of Peat from her magic and setting him on his hooves. "And if she said she's done everything she can, she really has." "It's alright Miss Wishes." Peat reassures. "I think it's clearing up on it's own. Besides, I still can fly just fine." Miss Wishes doesn't look convinced as she scrunches her muzzle. "Alright. If you're sure. Let's just hit the road and retrieve the wing as soon as-" "I'm sorry." interrupts Scarlett. Blocking her path. "The Jarl gave strict instructions that you weren't permitted to leave town without his approval." "What!" she protests. "He can't do that! You tell him that-" "Sorry. But no."Scarlett states stubbornly. "he's in a private meeting at the moment. And we've already lost one Court Mage from running off into the wild without warning." "But I, we need." "Don't worry Miss Nighttime Wishes." pipes up Peat. "I'll fly over to Riverdale and retrieve it lickity-split. And be back before you know it." With that, he takes off for the front doors. "Peatmoss! Remember what Captain Saberclaw said!" Scarlett yells after him. Just then, the big armored pony comes galloping up to them, panting. "Where did he-" "He's headed for the gate. Better hurry." answers Scarlett. Gestureing with a thumb. The pony groans wearily before barreling on. Outside, Captain Saberclaw approaches the Keep. But as he nears the front doors, Peatmoss slams them open. Flying out. Causing the guard captain to duck in response. "What-the? PEATMOSS!" Peat freezes in mid air from the shout as he speeds overhead. "Uh. Sorry Captain Saberclaw, sir." Peat gives a quick salute. He points out his yellow sash. "Um, Thane of Gallops Hill. Important Herald stuff to do. Emergency. Gotta fly!" Without waiting for a reply, he books it. Down across the rooftops and out of sight. Saberclaw gives a clucking growl as he frowns after him, before turning and reaching for the door latch. But just before he grasps it, the door bursts open again. Nailing him in the beak and laying him out flat. The armored pony in hot pursuit doesn't even seem to notice him. Charging down the stairs and out of sight. The two guards standing to either side of the front door watch the pony go. Then look down at Saberclaw in concern. "Captain Saberclaw sir? Are you ok?" He just lets out a pained groan for his injury. And not just for the one to his pride.