[Bathunk!]
"Mr. Scribe!" Elda said, "An emergency meeting has been called!"
I lay in my soft bed in the center of the room, across from her, and curse silently, getting out of bed. The black ooz flows out my eyes, but the room is too dark for Elda to see.
"Alright, I guess I have no time to clean myself, then." I grab a fedora Count Ingrid. I wave bye to Elda and gallop out of the room at top speed.
...
I am sitting in my chair, many of the council members smiling and cheering, but others seeming confused.
"Sir Scribe?" the Spymaster said to me, grinning, "We got her."
"It was a her?"
"Of course, only female unicorns can hold all that magic, did you not know that?"
"Nope. I never paid attention in school, it was an absolute drag to my tactical mind."
"Er... alright then... Anyways," he coughs, "we put her in quarantine a few miles out of this mountain."
"Why?" I said, a smile on my face, "When she is an honored guest?"
He looks at me with a surprised, and angry, face, "Honored? She has killed hundreds of ponies!"
"Yes, but she failed. I have much to learn from her failures, and much to learn of who she truly is."
"How will you... ?"
"Just bring her into my house, I will be waiting for her." I get up from my desk, "And no guards. I will deal with her if she gets out of hoof."
"How?"
"I will kill her, of course."
"How?" he restates, a much more stern expression on his face.
"Trust me," I said, removing the smile from my face, "If she dares to hurt me, she will die a gruesome death."
...
I am sitting on my bed, playing with the amulet that I turned into a necklace around my head.
[Kachink]
"Finally..." I see her, chained and cuffed.
"Let her free."
"What? Are you mad?" a guard behind her said.
"Of course I am mad, or else I could have never dreamt of fighting a 30 stories dragon like that."
He nods, uncertain. He whips out the keys, beginning the long process of finding which key went where.
I sit there, staring at her, shrugging. She looked angry, yet slightly confused, at how I was acting.
He gives me the key to her mouth-clamp and leaves the room.
"Get out of the house, too. If this woman is capable of killing me, you cannot stop her."
[Thump... Thump]
I locked my door. I turn around to her and grab her clamp. Around her was a purple aura of hatred and confusion...
and then it was gone.
"Who are you?" I say, unlocking her clamp.
Looking at me with dead (heh) eyes, she begins to couch, saying, "I... I am Grave Sparks."
"Who names their child grave?"
"My parents, Dart Sparks and Emilia Sparks."
"Oh, forgot that mind-control makes you do things literally. Erm..."
I concentrate for a second.
"How old are you?"
"I am 35."
"Do you know who I am?"
"You're... the bastard who killed my son."
"So the dragon was your, er , 'son."
"Yes."
"Do you know how mercilessly we murdered him?"
"Yes, and I despise you for it."
I laugh, "By now, you know what I am, right?"
"A changeling?"
"Nope, you omnicidal bitch."
I close the clamp, lock it, and slam her face into the floor. I remove my amulet, returning to my human form.
"I am a murderer, but even I have standards with the deaths of thousands."
I grab her cold, uncaring face and begin to crush it between my fingers, making her bleed from my long, unkempt nails digging into her soft, grey face. She was a beautiful demon. Was, before I grabbed her head and slammed it into my knee, almost breaking her jaw... but I needed her to talk more.
I let her mouth free, hearing her cry. I soak up her tears, fueling me.
"You are not allowed to cry."
"Okay." She said, monotone, but her eyes seemed deep.
"Who do you work for?"
She is silent.
"Who do you work for?"
"I do not work for anypony!"
"Then, WHAT do you work for?" I say, punching her stomach.
In guttural pain, she exclaims, "I- I work for Queen Klora of the Zebra Kingdom."
I smile at her, smashing her into the stool next to the bed, knocking her out.
"Thank you, wench... I'll see you soon." I say, grabbing my amulet.
I change to pony form, the pain of my fists going away...
"Real soon."
After that hour of grand fun, I walk into the middle of the mountain, base, thing and exclaim, "Attention, councilers, it is time to rise?"
My voice reverberated across the chasm, growing slightly lighter for about a minute. In that time, everypony had left there rooms.
"What?" yelled Princess Luna, having been napping in the afternoon.
"Don't what me, Princess. Praise me."
"Why?" she says, quieter.
She walks nearer to me.
"My Princess... it is because we are going to battle!"
"With a group of terrorists?" she exclaimed, shocked.
"Nope." I said, smiling wide, "A country."
The rest of the ponies had surrounded me, asking questions of my decision.
"Who?" asks Princess Celestia.
"The Zebra nation's queen sent the dragon-mare, so this is an act of war."
"But we have had a long-standing truce with them!" Trixie says, outraged.
"Ah, but remember, as long as opinions are different in the world, war shall be waged."
"But, not one of my networks has ever gotten any information from the Zebra Nation of value, and we're the best!" says Hector.
"But who is to say that they do not have spies here?"
"But- but..."
"Ah, before I forget... thank you for bringing her alive, that saved us some time."
"How did you even get her to speak?" said Princess Sparkles(?).
"Well, let us just say I had to use physical means... and that you should get her to a doctor soon."
Princess Twilight looks at me funny, and turn to Shining Armor, who has been contemplating. He is muttering many things, probably trying to tie loose ends.
"But they... unless... but why..." said Shining Armor, slowly descending into silence, but silently exclaiming, "It all makes sense."
"How?" I ask politely.
"Well, the Zebra kingdom has been less willing to trade since we've let meat-eaters into our borders."
"But meat is good."
Everyone stares at me, even more horrified of me.
"What?"
They stare at me, but also seem to be trying to find any reasons not to go to war.
"There is nothing you can say, ponies, for it is time." I say, after nearly ten minutes of standing. I begin walking back to my room, "You may as well rest..."
For diplomacy is dead and war is the only option." I said, my own plan kicking into high gear...