//------------------------------// // Ch. 12: Confounded Heroes, Growing Friendships and Lethal Tempests // Story: Legacy of the Pegasi // by secret89 //------------------------------// Legacy of the Pegasi: Chapter 12: Confounded Heroes, Growing Friendships and Lethal Tempests “So? Whaddya all think?” The crowd stood agape and in utter silence, not at all registering Surprise's question. For a second the white pegasus frowned, wondering if something had gone wrong. Thankfully, the crowd's collective mind seemed to have finally kicked back in, erupting into an applause, bolstered by cheers and whistles. “Aww yeaaaahhhh!” Surprise leaped into the air, hoof pumping in celebration. “Score one for the Wonderbolts! Thanks everypony! I'm glad you enjoyed the story!” Cheers and applause replied back, slowly quieting as ponies dispersed, avidly chattering away about their favorite parts from the tale. Scootaloo was equally amazed by the story that Surprise had bestowed upon the crowd. However, as amazing as it was, some things just didn't add up, just like Spitfire had said. Maybe the story is wrong. I mean Surprise kept saying how it was a bunch of myths and legends. Maybe Dad knows. Scootaloo turned to her father, but the stallion was nowhere to be seen. “Dad?” Scootaloo called out, turning about to locate her father. But the stallion had all but disappeared. “Well that's weird. Where could he have gone?” “Don't worry Scoots.” Dash reassured the younger pegasus. “He probably just went to get a drink.” Though she put on a comforting smile for Scootaloo, Rainbow was just as worried. She and Soarin' would have to confront Swift Jet soon. “I guess.” Scootaloo replied absently, still glancing about the small room as ponies continued to exit. However, her concern was only momentary. “So what did you think of the story?” she asked, her simple question asking several at once. Rainbow Dash frowned. She had hoped to avoid talking to the copper filly about the 'problem' that she and Soarin' had been dealing with. Unfortunately Surprise's story had been a bit of a curve ball, raising a whole new set of questions. “I'm not too sure...” Dash replied truthfully. The gears in her mind turned as she tried to make sense of yet another revelation. This doesn't seem right. Lightning Streak said he would come back, and that we had to stop him, but the Grand Archon was defeated. How could he come back? She turned to Soarin', hoping the stallion was having a better time with this new information. Unfortunately, Soarin' wore the same embittered frown that Dash did. “Soarin', is this story true?” The stallion turned to meet Dash's worried eyes, already aware of what she was thinking. “It can't be. I mean, its just a legend, a myth. For all we know, there were no Archons, no Council, no war. Otherwise...” The stallion trailed off, drawn back to his own troubled thoughts. How could I have forgotten the story? But how can it be so wrong? “Otherwise this whole thing isn't making sense. You said that Commander Hurricane and Lieutenants Lightning Streak and Ice Wing actually fought the Archon in that vision thing Commander Hurricane showed you. Not to mention you said that they helped the Last Archon at Pegasi Peak, not Skythus. But this story says the complete opposite.” “That's because it is just a story.” Spitfire interjected. “That fable is thousands of years old, no telling how mangled and jumbled its become.” “Yeah, but the Mare in the Moon was just a story and that turned out to be true.” Scootaloo countered. “For all we know it could go either way.” Soarin' replied, not sure of either Spitfire or Scootaloo's points. “It's just odd that so little matches up.” The stallion reasoned aloud. “Commander Hurricane and the others only fought one Archon. And I don't remember any bit of Skythus or the Council.” The stallion recalled, thinking back to the bleary vision within his mind. “Though Hurricane's ghost has been anything but clear.” “Do you think Hurricane was talking about the Grand Archon back at Pegasi Peak? This 'Typhonis' guy?” Rainbow suggested. “I suppose it's possible.” The stallion replied with a sigh. “At any rate it doesn't really matter at this point. There's still some kind of threat, and right now it doesn't matter who exactly the threat is.” “Yeah, I guess so.” Dash agreed half heartily, not at all satisfied with the situation. “Well, if the story is true, I really hope that Last Archon Guardian dude will show up.” Scootaloo said absently. “Would make things a hay of a lot easier if he helped us out like he did with Hurricane.” “I wouldn't count on it.” Spitfire added, leaning lazily against a chair. “You're better off with the 'Bolts coming in rescue the day.” She gave a cocky grin. “Just like we always do.” There was a mild chuckle amongst the small group, but Soarin' and Dash still found themselves bothered by the conflict of information. “So now what do we do?” Scootaloo prompted the two elder pegasi. “Nothing.” Soarin' replied with an exhausted huff. “Nothing?” Scootaloo echoed, a curious look on her face. Rainbow Dash also regarded the stallion quizzically. She was a mare of action. Nothing usually equaled boredom. “Yep. Talking about all this stuff makes my brain hurt.” The stallion massaged his temple with his hoof. “That and I don't really think there's a whole lot for Dash and I to do at this point.” The stallion replied, making sure to separate himself and Dash from the inquisitive younger mare. Rainbow inwardly relaxed, thankful for Soarin's support. If things got dicey, she didn't want Scootaloo involved. Scootaloo was none too happy. “Hey!” She set herself squarely at the stallion, her wings fidgeting in irritation. “What's this 'Dash and I' business all about? I thought that-” “There ya are!” Four sets of eyes jerked toward the doorway. Applejack stomped toward the four pegasi, a stern look on her face. In tow was Twilight, Spike, Rarity, Fluttershy and Pinkie, each trying unsuccessfully to coax the farm pony to calm down. All thoughts from Scootaloo's outburst were forgotten. Instead, four pegasi stared down the charging cow pony with very different reactions. Scootaloo, despite her earlier warning, resigned herself, placidly awaiting the entertainment before her. Next to her, Soarin's face spoke volumes of confusion, his mouth agape slightly as he tried to decipher the sudden anger that was bearing down upon him. Rainbow Dash simply groaned aloud, face-hoofing in annoyance. Spitfire glanced between Scootaloo and the unfolding scene. Smirking slightly, the mare chose instead to nurse her drink as she looked on. Applejack stomped onward, stopping just a few hooves shy of the Wonderbolt. Her stetson set low upon her brow, she set upon the stallion with an icy and threatening glare, her jaw clenched in anger. “Just what in tar-nation did you think you were doing?” She thrust her hoof toward the confused stallion. For his own part Soarin' held his ground, but it was increasingly obvious he had no idea why he had an enraged mare in front of him. His eyes darted around the room, silently imploringly somepony to save him. Rarity stepped forward from group behind the enraged mare. A pure white unicorn, with a highly styled mane and tail, she bore a trio of diamonds for her cutie mark which espoused her fashion skills. The Element of Generosity resided within her, so it was only natural that she was the first to come to Soarin's rescue. “Now, now Applejack, darling,” Rarity said lightly in her trans-Canterlonian accent, “there's no reason we can't be civil about this.” Applejack twisted around, eying the white unicorn. “Somehow I don't think ya would've been thinking the same thing if Carousel Boutique had been hit by a twister.” “Now listen here, you are acting completely ridiculou-” “Can it Rarity.” Applejack flung back at the unicorn venomously, not bothering to look back. Scootaloo snickered slightly as Rarity looked as if she had been slapped in the face. It wasn't too often that the unicorn lost her composure. Unfortunately for Soarin', AJ's retort shut Rarity down. Thankfully, all of Rainbow's friends were in attendance. Fluttershy, a yellow pegasus with a pink mane and butterflies on her flank symbolizing her skill with animals peeked around from behind Twilight and Spike. Quiet and reserved, the Element of Kindness was far from confrontational, yet when her friends were involved, she always made an effort. In her own awkward way. Shaking slightly, she tried to reach Applejack. “Um. Maybe you could calm down Applejack. Maybe he didn't mean to do it?” “Fluttershy's right AJ.” Twilight added, hoping to bolster the timid pegasus' plea. Applejack merely glared from Twilight to Fluttershy, eliciting a defeated frown from Twilight and a muffled 'meep' from the yellow pegasus, who promptly scurried back to the safety of the unicorn and dragon. “Just what did I do?” Soarin' finally announced, drawing all eyes toward him. Applejack whipped back in front of the offender. She leaned in closer, staring down the stallion icily. Soarin' didn't flinch, now more annoyed than anything. “You destroyed half my farm!” Applejack accused through clenched teeth, seething in anger. Soarin's eyes lit up momentarily, suddenly taking in the whole picture. “Oh. That.” “Yeah. That.” “Come on AJ, cool your wings, er, hooves.” Rainbow said casually, as she sided up next to Soarin'. “It's not that big of a deal.” “And how would you know Rainbow Dash?” Applejack lashed out. “You're no farmer, so you'll excuse me if I don't think much of yer opinion at the moment.” Dash remained unfazed, the only pony that could go hoof to hoof with Applejack. “Hey, Soarin' made a mistake and he didn't mean what he did.” Rainbow glared back for a moment, before grinning wickedly. “Besides, its not like Sweet Apple Acres hasn't been destroyed before; it was probably due.” Those assembled collectively groaned at Rainbow's quip. Clearly the situation was headed downhill. Applejack growled fiercely, not at all amused by RD's joke. She took a step toward the the rainbow mare, but stopped when Soarin' spoke up. “Stop. Just stop for a minute.” All eyes were once again upon the Wonderbolt, but this time Soarin' was calm, addressing Applejack evenly. “Ms. Applejack.” The orange farm pony was taken aback slightly by the title, but this did little to soften her attitude toward the stallion. “What?” She said tersely. “First and foremost, I want to apologize for what I did to your farm. I was stressed out and aggressive flying has always been an outlet. However, that is no excuse for what I did to your farm.” Again Applejack softened slightly, if only not to have scowl on her face. “That may be true, but an apology don't change the fact that my orchard is a wreck.” “Which brings me to a proposal, if you'll accept it.” Applejack raised a brow, genuinely surprised. She hadn't expected that. “Alright. Shoot.” “Given the amount of damage that my actions caused, I will provide the necessary bits to ensure that everything affected on your farm is repaired or replaced.” Applejack huffed in annoyance. “You think throwing money at a problem will just make it go away?” “I'm not finished.” Applejack blinked in surprise. Soarin' continued. “I will personally work as a farm hoof for free, to ensure that your home is fixed. If I need to take time off from the Wonderbolts, I'll do it.” The stallion regarded Applejack evenly. “I don't do a job halfway. I always make amends for my mistakes and I always repay my debts.” Applejack, including everyone else in the room, was speechless. There had been no hint of hesitation or wavering in Soarin's words. He had meant every bit of it. Rainbow grinned madly as she silently cheered for the Wonderbolt. Nice one Soarin'! Spitfire simply nodded in approval. Well played Soar. Applejack seemed to be at a loss for words, her eyes darting about as she tried to find the words to address Soarin'. “I, well, that’s uh...” She drifted off for a moment, before squaring up before the blue pegasus. “I don't rightly know what to say.” All anger had left Applejack's face. “I accept your offer. And, well...I...” again she drifted off. “I don't say it often, but I'm sorry for getting so mad earlier. I shouldn't have been so rude to ya.” There was a collective sigh as everypony felt the suffocating tension from only moments before evaporate. Soarin' gave a small smile. “It's alright. You had a right to be angry.” Applejack grimaced. “Maybe. That doesn't mean I feel good about it.” “Alright, enough of the sappy stuff!” Rainbow announced, giving a congratulatory pat on Soarin's back. For once, Applejack smiled at Rainbow's frivolous levity. “Yeah, I s'pose you're right RD.” She turned to Soarin'. “We got off on the wrong hoof. I'm Applejack.” The mare extended her hoof for a shake. Soarin' took a second to glance at AJ's hoof, then with a bemused grin, met his hoof with hers, bumping it casually. “I'm Soarin'. Wonderbolt, and all around awesome pegasus.” “Well that's good to hear.” Applejack smiled slyly, leaning towards Rainbow. “'Cause I know another pegasus that thinks the same way. Maybe you two should get to know one another?” Rainbow Dash suddenly froze. The situation had suddenly taken a much different turn. “Oh, yes!” Rarity rushed forward. “Rainbow dear, you must tell me you aren't about to let such a gentlemanly stallion just walk off, are you?” Despite the fact that it was at Rainbow's expense, Scootaloo couldn't help but laugh. Rainbow was just as red in the face as the strands that ran in her mane. “R-Rarity!” She exclaimed. Soarin' shuffled awkwardly, trying to pretend he hadn't heard anything. “Oh Rainbow, you mustn’t be so embarrassed about such a thing! Why you should consider yourself lucky to know such a stallion, given your, ah, more rough and tumble tendencies.” Rainbow could not have been more furious. But it was tempered by the bright red on her face against her cyan coat. “Rarity!” Soarin' suddenly seemed to take a sudden interest in the particular construction of the Trough and Cider's ceiling. Those assembled joined Scootaloo in grinning and chuckling at the display; Applejack and Rarity's insufferable prodding, and the amusing reactions from an increasingly embarrassed Rainbow Dash. Pinkie Pie began trotting a circle around the group, singing a song about Soarin' and Rainbow sitting in a tree. Spitfire casually walked up next to Soarin', and telling look on her face. “Well, well Soarin'. I never figured that you'd actually take my advice seriously.” The Wonderbolt Captain commented glibly, while Soarin stared daggers back in reply. “There may be hope for you yet...” The group finally burst out laughing. Despite the jibes, Soarin' risked a sidelong glance at Dash. She still leveled a lethal stare at Applejack and Rarity, but briefly met Soarin's eyes. In the second that she recognized Soarin's small smile, she jerked her gaze away, silently cursing herself as she shone an even darker shade of red. “Okay, okay.” Applejack announced amid the chorus of laughter. “I've had my fun.” Slowly the group dissipated into several casual conversations, joined by other members of the Wonderbolts. Twilight strode over toward Spitfire, Soarin, and Dash, an eager look on her face. Rainbow groaned. “Better watch out.” She whispered to the two Wonderbolts. “We're about to be assaulted by an egghead.” Soarin' and Spitfire barely had time to react to Dash's comment before the lavender unicorn was upon the trio. “Hello!” Twilight greeted, in an almost painfully cheery voice. “I don't believe we've been properly introduced. My name is Twilight Sparkle. I'm one of Rainbow's close friends.” The unicorn extended her hoof, at which Spitfire and Soarin' cordially exchanged introductions. “So,” Twilight started off slowly, seemingly trying to restrain some kind of mental impatience. “I was a bit curious about that story about the pegasi. I never had the opportunity to study pegasi history, so I was wondering if you could clarify a few things.” As she said this, Twilight levitated a notebook in front of her. “If you don't mind.” Soarin' and Spitfire exchanged surprised glances. “See. Told ya.” Rainbow commented flatly. Twilight ignored the pegasus' remark, instead staring expectantly at the two Wonderbolt's. “Uh, well, I'm not a history expert or anything...” Spitfire started awkwardly, unsure how to address the unicorn's question. Soarin' jumped to Spitfire's rescue. “Well, I would say that while some of the story has to be based off of some kind of fact, for the most part it's just that; a story.” Twilight seemed partially relieved and dissatisfied with the Wonderbolts' reply. “So you would agree that whole bit about pegasi using magic is ridiculous right?” “Uh, well yeah.” The Wonderbolt stallion replied. “Everypony knows that pegasi don't have magic like unicorns do. I don't see why it would've been any different thousands of years ago.” Though that might need some reevaluation, if Commander Hurricane has anything to say about. Twilight frowned slightly, turning to her notebook. “Well, that's not exactly the answer I was hoping for, but I'll take it, in light of the lack of facts available from such a story.” The unicorn studiously scribbled in her notebook. “It does help that I have a Cloudsdale pegasus to confirm my thoughts though.” Twilight seemed to relax as she set her notebook aside. “I mean, how could anypony even think of pegasi being more powerful than Princesses Celestia and Luna?” Spitfire rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. For his own part, Soarin' couldn't help but mentally groan. Not this stuff again. Twilight seemed oblivious to the two Wonderbolt's reactions. Unfortunately, there were others who had overheard her remark. Fleetfoot stumbled forward, reeking of alcohol and clearly drunk. He swayed for a moment, seemingly trying to gather his thoughts, before taking a large swig from the drink in his hoof. “Celestia!?” He exclaimed boisterously, struggling to keep himself steady. “Pfff. You know if there was an Archon...” The pegasus slurred slightly, pointedly jerking toward Twilight. “...if there was an Archon, he would totally kick Celestia's royal flank!” Twilight simply stared at the intoxicated stallion, in complete and utter shock. An incomprehensible look smeared across her face, almost as if somepony had spat at the single most holy thing in all of Equestria. Spitfire and Soarin' groaned, as all eyes turned toward the drunken Wonderbolt. Rainbow simply raised a brow at the clumsy stallion. While she could understand Twilight's reaction, she couldn't help but recall Fleetfoot's similar reaction from the day prior. Fleetfoot again seemed lost as his eyes glazed over, drifting over Twilight's hooves for a moment. However, he snapped back quite suddenly, returning to focus. “And Luna too!” Twilight, who had recovered from her initial shock, made a move to reply, but Spitfire intervened. “Alright Fleets, you've made your point. Lets go.” Fleetfoot tried to dodge Spitfire and Soarin's approach, but only succeeded in tumbling over a chair, flopping awkwardly onto the floor. “Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about 'Fire! Those Allicornies are just a bunch of sissies and keep putting us down!” He yelled out, staggering to his hooves. Spitfire and Soarin' attempted to forcefully guide their teammate away, but Fleetfoot was hardly a compliant drunk. Struggling against an increasingly irritated Spitfire and Soarin', Fleetfoot momentarily broke free. “And I know I'm not the only pegasi! Am I right!?” The intoxicated stallion hollered out, pumping his hoof into the air and promptly spilling the remainder of his drink. Several Wonderbolts hollered back, with their own alcohol infused jeers. “Buck yeah! Bunch of royal snobs!” “Wouldn't be anywhere without the pegasi!” “You tell 'em Fleets!” Fleetfoot leaped momentarily into the air. “Woohooo! Yeah!” He yelled out, then promptly collapsed to the floor, passed out. For a moment it was awkwardly quiet as all assembled stared at the sprawled out form of the formerly cajoling Wonderbolt, completely oblivious as he slept away in the remnants of his spilled drink. Eager to end the spectacle, Spitfire stepped forward. “Sorry you had to see that everypony.” She stated quickly, before snapping off a quick command. “Surprise! Little help with Fleetfoot here!” Bounding from across the room, Surprise cheerily saluted her Captain. “No problemo Cappy!” Then, to the amazement of all those assembled, save for Soarin', Spitfire and Pinkie, Surprise proceeded to lift Fleetfoot onto her back with ease, and out of the room. Unfortunately, the departure of Fleetfoot was not the end of an embarrassing situation as Soarin' and Spitfire had hoped. Twilight engaged Spitfire and Soarin' again, clearly looking for an explanation. “I'm sorry, but I have to ask. What exactly was that all about?” “Have to admit, that was a right bit odd.” Applejack added. “I agree.” Rarity spoke up. “Surely the Princesses would never have done something that would deserve such remarks.” While Twilight's concern was understandable, Rainbow found herself just as curious as her friends as to why the Wonderbolts held such a negative opinion of the Royals. In fact, everypony was now staring at the two Wonderbolts, awaiting a reply. Spitfire sighed aloud. “Listen. Cloudsdale Pegasi are fiercely independent, and that includes the Wonderbolts. Let's just say that we don't have the greatest regard for the Royals and leave it at that. We're here to put on a show, not discuss politics.” Those assembled seemed satisfied enough, dispersing once more. Sensing that the lavender unicorn wouldn't take no for an answer, Spitfire subtly nodded at Soarin', the two pegasi quickly excusing themselves in the shuffle of the small group. Bereft of the two Wonderbolts, Twilight turned to the next best thing, Rainbow Dash. “Is Cloudsdale really like that?” Scootaloo, who had observed the whole ordeal, tentatively waited on the elder pegasi's reply. Since she had been born in Ponyville, Scootaloo had never heard about Cloudsdale pegasi being any different. Rainbow shrugged. “What Spitfire said is sorta true. Cloudsdale's always been a really proud city, but I've never heard of something that extreme before. Nothing I was ever into.” She glanced off to where Spitfire and Soarin' had left, still unsure what to think of her new friends' thoughts about the Princesses. “But then again, you're asking the wrong pony if you want info on political stuff. Blech. Boring.” Twilight frowned, her insatiable need for knowledge and explanations clearly gnawing at her. Scootaloo exhaled slightly in relief. She knew Rainbow Dash was from Cloudsdale, and that she held no ill feelings toward the Royals, but it felt good to hear her say so. Still, it was hard to believe that awesome pegasi like Spitfire and Soarin' could dislike sompony like Celestia or Luna. “Sounds like Cloudsdale isn't all that great then.” The teenager commented. “I wouldn't go that far squirt.” Rainbow replied. “Yours truly is from Cloudsdale, so it has to be awesome.” “Yeah, yeah should've seen that one coming.” Scootaloo sighed comically at Rainbow's well trained ego. “And if it isn't awesome, well I'll just have to go there and make it awesome!” Both pegasi laughed, thankful to be rid of the previously bothersome topic. However, Twilight still found herself bothered by the recent influx of information, both of improbable pegasi legends and the sudden dislike for her mentor. “What about all these legends and ridiculousness about pegasi using magic? Does that sound familiar? Surely there can't be any historical basis for such an absurd notion.” Rainbow panicked for a moment, unsure how to reply. She really didn't want to lie to Twilight, but letting her know about everything she and Soarin' had just revealed to Spitfire and Scootaloo seemed like a bad idea. Twilight could be a little neurotic at times, and she didn't want worry the unicorn. Not to mention Twilight would constantly hound her for information, if she was to even believe her in the first place. So she simply shook her head. Scootaloo shot a quizzical look at Dash, but wisely kept her mouth shut. “Well, I know a little bit about it.” Fluttershy moved silently forward to join the trio of ponies. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo looked mildly alarmed, but Twilight was all ears as she intently stared at the yellow pegasus. “Really? What do you know?” Twilight leaned toward Fluttershy, eager for answers. The yellow pegasus recoiled slightly, not usually the one on the receiving end of Twilight's ravenous thirst for knowledge. “Um. Well, it's mostly what I remember from school and what my parents told me as a foal. The Archon is a great hero. Though it is just a legend, many pegasi truly believe the Archon existed. Some even treat him like a saint.” “Interesting...” Twilight murmured, lost in front of her notebook as her quill madly jotted away. “Anything else?” The unicorn looked up expectantly at Fluttershy. The pegasus scrunched up her face, wincing slightly, as if something else was bothering her. “Um, well... everypegasi knows that Cloudsdale wasn't our original home. And nopegasi knows why we left Skythus in the first place. At least, that's what Father told me...” Rainbow and Scootaloo glanced at each other in surprise, both from the facts themselves and who it had come from. “Uh huh...” Twilight continued to write away. She peeked over her notepad. “And?” Fluttershy scrunched her face up again in pain. “And... um... Oh, I'm sorry Twilight, its very hard for me to concentrate right now. I have a really bad headache.” For a second time, Rainbow and Scootaloo exchange glances, this time more alarmed. “Uh, how long exactly have you had this headache?” Rainbow asked cautiously. “Um, for a couple of days now I suppose.” Scootaloo cringed slightly. That can't be good. The Wonderbolts said the 'sickness' was only over the Forest. Unless it's, moving? Scootaloo glanced worriedly up at Rainbow Dash, the elder pegasi of the same mind and concern. “Maybe you should go see Nurse Redheart.” Twilight suggested, putting her notebook aside. “Yes, I think that's probably a good idea. Sorry I couldn't be more help Twilight.” “Oh no! You've been more than helpful!” Twilight exclaimed happily. Fluttershy cringed at the overly cheery outburst. Rainbow Dash glared at Twilight. “Right. Flutters, I think you'd better get on out of here before Twi decides to be anymore grateful.” Scootaloo couldn't help but snicker as Twilight sputtered to explain herself. “Oh, well, okay. Goodbye everypony.” Fluttershy quietly excused herself, as Twilight falteringly attempted to be cheerfully muted. “Get what you needed Twilight?” Rainbow asked callously, already fully aware that the matter in question was eating away at the unicorn's mind. Though she supposed it could have been considered somewhat sadistic, Rainbow couldn't help but inwardly smirk at withholding knowledge about the Archons from Twilight, especially when the unicorn seemed especially perturbed that even the thought that the normally magic-less pegasi had at one time been both masters of the sky and the arcane. Serves her right. Since when can't the pegasi be awesome at more than one thing? “I've only scratched the surface Rainbow.” Twilight replied, fully aware of the pegasus' unspoken mocking. “I suppose I'll just have to do some research, like always.” She announced, departing from the two pegasi. She muttered to herself as she scribbled in her notebook. “I mean, a whole group of pegasi with magic, let alone as powerful as Princess Celestia? Unheard of...” Spike groaned aloud, shuffling alongside the unicorn. “Great. Guess I better make sure the Library is stocked for the next few days.” “Oh quiet you.” Both Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo watched the two saunter off for a moment. Despite all that had transpired, a sudden thought popped into Scootaloo's mind. “Hey, Rainbow Dash?” “Hm? What's up?” “What was it like the first time you had a drink?” The Trough and Cider continued to be the nexus of the celebration in Ponyville that night, happy patrons milling about, indulging in a tankard of cider, good food, and happy conversation about the Wonderbolts and the event to come. However, despite the delightful nature of the festival, the local bar was also to be host to far more sinister event. Were it not for the inebriated party goers, some may have seen the periodic arrival of a cloaked pegasus. Throughout every hour in the passing of the night, an additional traveler would enter the establishment and immediately make way for a reserved room tucked away on the upper floor, far from the celebration below. Though unknown to those that still celebrated about the large room, the tall grandfather cloak had just struck the hour. On cue, a hooded pegasus strode into The Trough and Cider's main hall. Undeterred by the multitude of patrons, the unassuming pegasus weaved about the bodies and conversations, fully intent on the staircase at the rear of the hall. A stumbling mare suddenly blocked the cloaked figures' path. A rather plain earth pony with a brown mane and beige coat, she swayed for a moment, before gesturing with her drink laden hoof toward the silent pegasus. “You there! Yesh you! You look waaaay too sober! Ha!” The earth pony proceeded to take an enormous gulp from her drink, spilling a bit around her mouth. “Com-on I'll-” The cloaked pegasus closed the distance to the wasted earth pony suddenly. In her drunken stupor, the mare didn't react immediately, still processing what was happening. The pegasus pulled lightly at the clasp that bound his cloak, right to the mare's rolling eyes. “What in... the...” The mare's speech slurred, as her eyes glazed over, suddenly drawn into the black lightning crossed wings. From beneath the traveler's hood a sharp and seething voice came. “You will leave. You will not remember me. You will partake in whatever repugnant activity it is that you worthless earth pony scum do.” The mare immediately sidestepped the cloaked pegasus, allowing him to deftly stride past. The mare sauntered off, mumbling to herself in a daze. “I will leave. I will not remember you. I will...” Rid of the obstacle, the traveler crossed the remainder of the crowd without incident. Standing at the bottom of the staircase, the pegasus made a quick scan to the hall behind him. Satisfied that none followed him, he briskly ascended the wooden stairs. Once atop, the pegasus took a moment to inspect the lengthy hallway. Quite unlike the main hall of The Trough and Cider, the hallway was bereft of activity. Dark and shadowy, with only a handful of dim lanterns jutting from the walls to light the way, the hall seemed more out of a horror novel, intent on dissuading any unwanted visitors. The pegasus smirked slightly. It was exactly as it should have been. The traveler strode forward down the hall, his hoof steps muffled by the rug underneath. Once, twice, three times he passed a pair of facing doors. Still he walked on, in and out of the faint glow that would periodically stretch forth into the hall. No longer did the entrance to rooms pass by, only the wooden walls stretching toward a dead end and a faint lantern. The cloaked traveler stopped in the light of the final lamp, resting in front of a plain wooden door. Or at least, plain to those who weren't searching. Instead, they would find themselves barred from entering, thanks to the near invisible outline that graced the center of the door. The pegasus regarded the faint outline for a moment, his keen eyes catching the slight shimmer of its surface. Satisfied, he stood upright at attention, and firmly but quietly spoke. “The Storm Cometh.” Immediately the outline burned into view, revealing an exact match of the clasp around the pegasus' cloak. In like fashion, ornate writing scrawled just above the crest, prompting the traveler. Display thy Crest, Guardsmen. The traveler brought his clasp forward. Slowly he aligned it with the burned copy. The blackened imprint began to shimmer once more, joined this time by a dark amethyst light that bore through the charred wood. The light swirled about, glinting off the jet black angles of the pendant. Then it abruptly stopped and winked out. A moment later the entire door silently shimmered with a gentle wave that cascaded from top to bottom, erasing the scorched mark from the door. The cloaked pegasus quietly opened the door and entered, followed by a silent click and the shimmer of the enchanted door. The inside of the room was large and spacious, a conference room of sorts used by ponies for business meetings and other gatherings. The room was similar to the rest of The Trough and Cider, with a rustic décor of dim lantern fixtures fastened on the walls and simple wooden furniture. In this particular room, there was a large oval table that occupied the center, ringed by series of chairs. All of these seats were occupied, save for one. Cloaked pegasi occupied the shadowy room, each turning a hood head toward the newcomer. Though all wore the same darkened cloak and clasp, a single pegasi at the head of the table, clearly in charge, called out. “And the last arrives. Please take your place Guardsmen.” The pegasus rendered a curt nod in reply, silently joining his brethren at the table. Silver Wings took a moment to survey the assembled pegasi, then rose from his seat. Beside him, Windswept sat in rapt attention. The list of questions he had was growing by the second. Unfortunately, Silver had been as cryptic as ever, assuring his friend that all would soon be revealed. Instead he had waited, watching the number of cloaked pegasi grow, each one silently arriving and taking their place at the table. Most appeared to be stallions, but there were a few mares as well, though none dared to show their face, a point that Silver Wings made sure Windswept understood. In all, there were now thirty assembled pegasi. The sudden rap of a hoof against the table momentarily silenced Windswept's thoughts. Silver Wings' voice broke across the silence. “Now that we are all here, I call this meeting of the Tempest Guard to order.” Windswept barely stifled a cough in his surprise. The Tempest Guard?! More legend than fact, the Tempest Guard had been The Last Archon's personal body guard, a small cadre of elite pegasi, drawn from Skythus' legions. That is, if the legends were believed to be true. Perhaps they simply want to connect themselves to heroes of the past? Windswept reasoned, but another thought shot down his theory. The crest that each cloaked pegasi wore, Windswept had sworn before that he had seen the symbol from somewhere, but it had eluded him until now. The Tempest Guard's crest. He had only seen it in artwork and history texts, but there was no mistaking what the lightning crossed wings were now. The power of the crest also fell in line with the legends of the Guard, as Windswept recalled the incantation that Silver had used on door earlier. An unknown voice from one of the pegasi called out, addressing Silver. “What news do you bring Captain? Your message seemed urgent.” Another voice, this time more elderly. “Not to mention calling us under such circumstances. We are taking a great risk of being exposed.” “You're concerns are well warranted. The festivities were an, unforeseen event. However, I can assure you it is well worth the risk.” Several members of the Guard shifted in their seats, faint whispers passing between. Silver Wings stepped behind Windswept, slowly walking the perimeter of those assembled as he spoke up again. “Twenty years ago, a catastrophic event struck the city of Cloudsdale. The populace at large, and some of our younger members know this as the Twin Storms.” “We are all well aware of our previous failure.” Another elderly voice called out. Windswept sat transfixed by Silver's words. The Twin Storms were a failure? But then that would mean... “Not a failure!” Silver announced excitedly. “But an endeavor unfulfilled!” The stallion continued to circle the large table, his movement growing more animated with excitement. “Not a failure my fellow guardsmen. We succeeded in tapping the dormant power that lay imprisoned; only weak wills prevented us from finding the source, instead releasing the storms upon Cloudsdale.” “Just what are you suggesting Captain?” A younger voice called out. “That we uptake the ritual again?” Windswept could almost see the grin under Silver's hood. “Not quite. For you see, while our first attempt did not yield the results we wished for, it had an unexpected benefit.” Silver stopped, opposite of Windswept at the far end of the table. “You all know of what I speak. You felt it during your flight over the Everfree Forest.” Silver paused, allowing his brethren to slowly ruminate on his words. “You can't mean that-” Silver cut off the mare's shaky question. “Oh but I do.” The stallion resumed his tread, this time forceful, almost at a march. His words came like a command. “Twenty years ago the 'failure' of the Twin Storms awakened his subconscious. In our dismay we overlooked this beacon, this sign that we had been searching centuries for.” Silver returned to his place next to Windswept, standing a head above his peers. Windswept merely gawked up at the elder pegasus, enthralled with his words, hanging on the eventual reveal. Silver abruptly lowered his hood. A determined and steely gaze was upon his face. “Tonight, I am here to tell you that our search is over. The Last Archon's body resides imprisoned in the Everfree Forest. The Tempest Guard will free the Master of Storms and the pegasi will take their rightful place in this world.” Swift Jet ambled slowly about the main hall of The Trough and Cider, his head darting around suspiciously. He didn't like disappearing on Scootaloo so suddenly, but she had no place in what he was searching for. For some time Swift Jet had camped out in the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd as he waited, hoping his fears would be unfounded. But then again, Ice Wing had been adamant that they would show themselves. Every so often he could feel the telltale sign of dark magic, faintly passing like an elusive shadow just out of sight. Every time Swift Jet would immediately scan the room before him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his target, to no avail. He knew that he was behind. What he was doing now, trying to gather information on the Tempest Guard, should have been done with the other two. Only recently had he come across one who he believed might be one of the bearers, Rainbow Dash. But the revelation could not have come at a worse time. The Tempest Guard were on the move, and Swift Jet couldn't risk taking the time with only the possibility that Rainbow Dash was one of the bearers. Another flurry of dark magic. Swift Jet bolted upright, trying to quell the fear that wracked him for the umpteenth time that night. Expecting another fruitless search of the crowd, the stallion's gaze suddenly snapped toward the rear of the hall. A cloaked figure with a hood drawn stood rigidly in front of a drunken mare. Alarms went off in Swift Jet's mind. There was no doubt that this was one of the Tempest Guard. He knew he had to get closer, he had to know where the Guard was going. His hooves shook, but he managed to stealthily make his way behind the cloaked pegasus, hiding at a table of drunken patrons. Swift Jet strained his ears, trying to make out any kind of conversation between the mare and and Guard, but the cloaked pegasus seemed mute. The mare hollered out something about a drink, when the Guard suddenly approached her. Swift Jet nearly fell from his post. His immediate thought was that the Guard made to kill the mare, but no weapon appeared. Instead the earth pony seemed to be in a trance, staring at some mysterious point at the cloaked pegasus' chest. Words passed from under the Guard's hood in a low and brutal voice, once again eliciting a fresh flurry of dread from within the stallion. The din and noise of the hall prevented Swift Jet from deciphering what the Guard had said, but it seemed to be of little consequence. As soon as the Guard finished speaking the mare jumped to the side, her eyes still in a trance as she mumbled to herself. Immediately Swift Jet's quarry departed, making a bee line for the rear of the hall. Swift Jet cautiously weaved about the crowd, never once letting the Guard from his sight. The drunken mare passed by continuing to mumble to herself. “...I will partake in whatever repugnant activity it is that worthless earth pony scum do...” Swift Jet felt a tinge of sympathy for the mare, hoping she had not been permanently harmed. But he didn't have time to help. The Guard had paused at the bottom of the staircase. Immediately an alarm shot through the pegasus. On reflex alone he jumped in with a group of party goers and grabbed a mug of cider taking a massive drink. The random act drew cheers from drunken ponies. Ignoring the pats of congratulations and offers of additional drinks, Swift Jet caught a glimpse of the Guard mounting the staircase. When he was sure the cloaked pegasus had reached the landing, Swift Jet bounded from the drunken group, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. Never before had a stairway seemed so intimidating. Even the light seemed fearful, only faint glows lighting the way. Swift Jet took a deep breath. I hope I know what I'm doing. Spitfire and Soarin' ambled silently out of the VIP party room, and out onto The Trough and Cider's outdoor deck. It was now very late, the tremendous din from the festival only hours before had subsided, Ponyville's citizen's long since departed for their homes. Only a few nightowls remained, from the elderly stallion reclining on a bench, puffing on a pipe as he gazed at the stars, to the stray couple who walked slowly side by side down the cobbled streets. Spitfire walked up toward the wooden railing at the end of the deck, letting her hooves hang over the edge. Soarin' did the same beside her, a curious look on his face. Spitfire simply smiled, looking up at the clear night sky. “Quite the sight isn't it? The stars always seem different from the ground for some reason.” Soarin' took a quick glance up at the twinkling lights above. He smirked slyly. “Yeah, I suppose old moon butt is good for something.” Spitfire chuckled lightly at the stallion's joke. “Yeah, I suppose they are.” Soarin' smiled at his friend, but he had a strange feeling that Spitfire hadn't brought him outside to talk about the visage above or comment on the usefulness of two particular Alicorns. A serene silence settled between the two pegasi, one that only lifelong friends could enjoy. “You never told me what was bothering you about your parents.” A chill ran down Soarin's spine, shattering the world around him. He suddenly felt like he'd been backed into a corner with no escape. I should have known. Spitfire looked at her friend, only concern and warmth in her eyes. Yet Soarin' only felt the mounting pressure to say something, to confront and reveal what had only recently taken a break from constantly assaulting his mind with confusing memories and emotions, thanks in no small part to a special link that he was still discovering with a rainbow maned pegasus. But a promise was a promise. And Soarin' didn't break his promises. Especially not to somepony like Spitfire. Slowly the stallion met Spitfire's gaze. She looked on expectantly, but not without patience. Soarin' was grateful for that. Eventually Soarin' found the means to reply. “You're right. I didn't.” It was an obvious statement, but Spitfire only smiled. She understood that this was not a comfortable topic for her friend. Soarin' took a deep breath. It all had started with thoughts of his parents, and the sudden memories that had seemed to assault him. And then they had ceased. Rainbow Dash and the connection he shared with her had snuffled any thoughts of his past. Now it had come full circle. “You remember the presence that I mentioned before?” Soarin' asked, relating back to the revelation from earlier. “All that time, it was feeding me images, memories...” Soarin' paused for a moment, thinking back on events only days old. Spitfire was completely accommodating, patiently awaiting the stallion to continue. “Feelings...” The stallion trailed off, a host of memories returning to him, both old and new. “I felt them along with the spirit of Commander Hurricane.” Soarin' looked Spitfire in the eye. “I don't know why they kept coming up. But the memories were there, all the while I was fighting. I...” Soarin' stopped for a moment, looking away, painfully lost in thought. Why was this so hard? Spitfire put a friendly hoof on her friend's foreleg. “Its okay Soarin'.” Soarin' flashed a grateful smile, in part to cover for his weakness, but in truth the friendly gesture had helped him tremendously. Taking a deep breath, he continued. “I could feel when it was happening. Whenever they were there. Anger. Frustration. Guilt.” Soarin', at his weakest, turned to to Spitfire, speaking only at a tenuous whisper. “I don't know why I feel this way.” There was defeat in his voice, a confused regret. Spitfire smiled warmly. “Hey. No matter what happened. No matter what you feel. No matter what you think of yourself. No matter what you remember.” She stared him in the eye, her amber eyes resolute. “You're a good pegasus.” Spitfire would never know how grateful Soarin' felt at that very moment. All he could do was offer a weak smile. “You're my right hoof, a damn good flier, and a Wonderbolt.” Spitfire said proudly. “And most importantly, you're the best friend that I do, and ever will have. I don't know exactly what you're feeling, but know that I'm here for you. No matter what.” Soarin' must have looked weaker than he felt, because Spitfire pulled him into a massive hug, clutching tightly with her forelegs around the stallion's neck, and draping her wings protectively around him, despite her smaller figure. The later gesture was particularly intimate, one that only a mother would use to console her upset foal. Despite the abrupt reaction from Spitfire, Soarin' couldn't help but return the gesture, smiling gratefully. After a while Spitfire released her protective hold over Soarin'. No words passed between the two immediately afterword, only grateful smiles and the comforting stillness of the night around them. “You know...” Soarin' started, a renewed vigor in his speech, “that was pretty cheesy was you said.” Spitfire rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Way to kill the moment fly boy.” She lightly punched him on his foreleg, laughing lightly. Soarin' grinned, returning the playful jab in kind. “Hey, I can't let it get around that I'm some kind of softy.” The stallion grinned again playfully for a moment, before returning to a more somber expression. “Thank you. Just-” Spitfire cut him off. “Hey. No thanks. We're best friends. None of this thanks crap.” Again Spitfire flashed her trademark grin that Soarin' knew so well. The stallion chuckled. “Heh. Yeah. I guess you're right.” “As always.” “Careful, Cap'. Don't need that ego of yours getting out of hoof.” “Oh really now!?” Spitfire replied in a false air of authority. “Well, listen here Lieutenant, I think I'll say and think whatever I damn well please!” Soarin's eyes widened, a playful smile on his face. “Oh, pulling rank on this huh? Well don't get used to it. I'm only a few months away from being Captain Soarin'.” Spitfire smiled sadly. “Yeah. And off to go take your own command of Wonderbolts.” The somber thoughts of an unknown future hovered between the two for a moment, a new world without the other. But it was a fleeting thought, as Spitfire fired a wicked grin at the stallion. “Archons help them. They're going to need it!” Soarin' laughed. “Maybe. But I've had a pretty good mentor. Can't be that hard anyway.” The pegasus smiled smugly. “I mean, what exactly do you do, anyway?” “Harhar, very funny.” Silence found itself again between the two Wonderbolts, a welcome companion in the night. Soarin' smiled to himself. For the first time in a while, he truly felt at ease. Despite all the revelations and messages of doom and destruction, and the conflicts within him that even now still lay unresolved, here with his best friend, he felt secure. “So, Rainbow Dash, eh?” Soarin' deadpanned. So much for that. “Uh, yeah. What about her?” Soarin' asked cautiously, aware of where Spitfire was leading him. An incredulous look spread across the yellow pegasus' face. “Oh come on Soarin', don't play coy with me!” She pointed an accusing hoof at the stallion. “What do you think of her?” Soarin' made a move to reply, but he quickly shut his mouth. What did he think of the rainbow pegasus? In truth, he hadn't given it a great deal of thought. She was indeed attractive, not only in athletic form, but in personality as well. Or at least from the short time that he had been able to spend with the mare. Then of course there was that unique bond that they shared. Was that the only reason he noticed her? His aura always seemed to pull him toward her, at least when it decided to rear its annoying head. Soarin' frowned. “I'm not sure.” Surprisingly Spitfire didn't exclaim in bewilderment. Instead, she patiently waited for Soarin' to continue. “I mean, I'm attracted to her, but I don't know if that's the aura-bond thing between us or not.” The stallion looked to Spitfire truthfully. “I can't deny that all the tension from before just sorta fades into the background when I'm around her.” “Huh.” Spitfire put a hoof to her chin in thought. “Pegasus attraction induced by way of ancient prophecy and magic that only exists in legends?” The Wonderbolt shook her head dismissively, a knowing smile on her face. “I think you're thinking way too much into this Soar.” “I dunno Spitfire. I mean, I don't even know her that well.” Spitfire made to reply, but the flicker of her eyes only brought a grin to her face. “Well, it looks like you're about to get your chance.” Soarin' spun around, but the look Spitfire had levied on him told him everything. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo approached, crossing the deck. Dash was talking animatedly, while Scootaloo watched, grinning as she listened. “And so then I jumped down from the ceiling, and knocked them all out!” Scootaloo looked skeptical for a moment. “Wait, that actually happened? Applejack made it sound like it was something bad.” Rainbow laughed. “Of course it didn't happen! I blacked out and had one heck of a hangover.” Scootaloo sighed. “Should've known.” In the clear from any potentially embarrassing and alcohol infused stories, Rainbow strode up to the two waiting Wonderbolts. “Hey guys, whats up? We were wondering where you'd snuck off to.” Scootaloo snorted, muttering under her breath. “More like RD wanted to find Soarin'.” A quick hoof to the ribs shut Scootaloo up, while Dash remained as passive as possible, covering with a cheeky smile. Spitfire shrugged. “Eh, I just wanted to get away from your unicorn friend. Nothing personal against her, but I really didn't want to get bogged down in some racial-political argument.” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sorry about that. Twilight can get really twisted up about that kinda thing. Probably doesn't help that she's Celestia's personal student.” Both Wonderbolts exchanged surprised glances. “Well that explains a lot.” Soarin' spoke up. “Seems like you've got quite the group of friends here.” He added with a tinge of sarcasm. Rainbow half laughed. “Applejack? Yeah, she can get pretty steamed up, especially when it comes to that farm of hers. Don't read into it too much, that place is always getting torn apart.” Scootaloo nodded in agreement. “I'll say. I remember when Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and I were working on how to get our demolitions cutie marks. Didn't end well. Or maybe it did? Either way, I didn't even know you could be grounded for eternity. Been meaning to ask Mom and Dad about that...” The teenager trailed off, not at all phased by the confused glances Spitfire and Soarin' leveled at her. Rainbow Dash laughed to herself, recalling the event. “Damn, now I feel like I was missing out as a kid.” Soarin' said in a voice of feigned disappointment. “All I got to play with was a bunch of boring old storm clouds.” “What!?” Rainbow and Scootaloo exclaimed in unison, the elder in disbelief, the younger in wide eyed admiration. “Yeah, I always heard that pegasi in the Air Force would train to dodge lightning, so I camped out by the weather factory and ran zigzags when nopegasi was looking. Got burnt a few times.” Rainbow was still skeptical, holding a cautiously wary smile at the stallion. Soarin' maintained himself under her stare, if only. Unfortunately for Soarin', Spitfire wasn't about to let such a claim go unchallenged. Scootaloo was about to jump all over Soarin' with questions, when the yellow pegasus sided up along the teenager. With a mischievous look on her face, Spitfire whispered to her so that all could hear. “Don't think much of it Scootaloo. Soarin' only 'played' with storm clouds after the weather teams broke them up.” The Wonderbolt glanced at her male counterpart, watching his facade crumble. “You wouldn't get more than a static spark from one of those floating puffy tantrums.” Scootaloo seemed momentarily disappointed. However, all such thoughts were abandoned as she beamed at the yellow pegasus beside her. Spitfire simply laughed, bumping her hoof amicably on the copper pegasus' foreleg. Scootaloo unconsciously raised her head a little higher, grinning along with the Wonderbolt. For her own part, Rainbow simply stared flatly at Soarin'. “Ahum.” Soarin' shrugged, smiling weakly. “Eh, it was worth a shot. Come on Dash, don't tell me you've never fudged a story a little bit?” “No! Uh, well I mean, not too often...” This time it was Scootaloo's turn to fire a steely glare, eyebrow raised suspiciously. “Not too often?” “Alright, alright, you got me.” Dash exclaimed in defeat. “Yeesh.” “Eh, I wouldn't worry about it too much Rainbow Dash.” Soarin' added lightly. “I mean you've already got a Sonic Rainboom under your saddle, not to mention all that Element of Harmony business.” Dash rubbed her mane, clearly embarrassed at the compliment from the Wonderbolt. “Ah, well. Just doing what I'm awesome at.” Suddenly Soarin' and Rainbow realized they were alone. Dash turned back toward The Trough and Cider. “Hey! Where are you guys going?” A retreating Spitfire called back over her shoulder. “I got to check up on Fleetfoot. Damage control and all.” Returning on course back to the bar, Spitfire left Soarin' with a subtly roguish smirk. “I'm going to hang out with Spitfire!” Scootaloo called out happily, not bothering to catch RD's reply as she caught up with the yellow Wonderbolt. “Huh.” Rainbow announced in a pathetic mixture of defeat and disbelief, as she watched the copper pegasus gallop off. “Don't worry Dash. Spitfire's not about to replace you as Scootaloo's hero.” “What!? Ah, that?” Rainbow waved her hoof nonchalantly, trying look unconcerned. “I'm not worried or anything. Guess I just figured there would never be somepegasus as awesome as me around.” Soarin' stretched his wings, arching his back simultaneously. “Yeah, I can be a pretty tough act to follow.” Rainbow Dash shot a flat look at Soarin'. "I was talking about Spitfire." "Her? Yeah, I guess she's pretty cool too." Dash rolled her eyes, resigning herself to the stallion's ego. Instead she took up a spot next to Soarin', leaning casually against the fence. "It's been a crazy few days hasn't it? Soarin' turned to meet Dash's question, momentarily losing himself in her rose eyes. "Yeah, you can say that again. Not everyday you find out that you've got mystical pegasi powers and you're the only hope for Equestria." Rainbow tapped a hoof to her chin in thought. "Hm. I dunno, sounds pretty familiar to me." Soarin' chuckled lightly. "Heh. Guess this is just the run of the mill for you eh?" "I guess a world threatening crisis isn't exactly new, but this... thing seems different. It's not me and my friends this time around. Not to mention all this mysterious ghost story stuff." Dash looked genuinely concerned as she continued to speak. "I don't like waiting for something to happen." "Yeah. It's hard to believe that all the stories from when I was a colt are actually true." Dash frowned. "Can't say I ever heard any of them when I was a filly; I didn't live in Cloudsdale for very long." Spitfire's words echoed in Soarin's mind. "How's come?" He asked lightly, genuinely curious. A pained expression flickered across Rainbow's face. "Well, my parents... they were at Cloudsdale when the Twin Storms hit." All hopes Soarin' had for a casual conversation suddenly screeched to a halt. Nice job Soarin'. Real smooth. "Oh, wow. I'm sorry Rainbow Dash, I didn't mean-" "It's okay. Really." Dash smiled gently at the Wonderbolt, putting him at ease. "Anyway, the orphanages in Cloudsdale were full after everything that had happened, so I was sent to Ponyville." Dash stared off at the stars pensively. "It still bothers me... from time to time." Dash said truthfully, even if it was a massive understatement. "But, its not all bad." She turned again to the stallion, some of the glow returning to her face. "I never would have met my friends if I hadn't come to Ponyville." Soarin' nodded sadly. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean." Dash looked mildly surprised. "Really? How?" "I'm an orphan too." Dash's eyes darted about as she connected the dots. "Wait. Then you were..." "Me and my family were at the Cloudseum when the storm hit." Soarin' said monotonous tone. It surprised him how little the statement seemed to affect him, to separate the memories from the words. "I was... separated from them, falling out of the sky; and I remember a blue and gold blur rushing after me." The stallion offered a weak smile. "A Wonderbolt saved me. I don't think I would have become a Wonderbolt if it wasn't for Lightning Blitz." Dash marveled at the revelation. Soarin' was also an orphan? And from the Twin Storms as well? It wasn't completely improbable; a sporting event like the Wonderbolts drew entire families to their shows, and the storms had bore down on the entirety of Cloudsdale as well. “I don't tell too many ponies about that part of my life; really only Spitfire and a few of the 'Bolts know.” Soarin' seemed lost in thought for a moment before turning to Dash. “And I'm not really sure why, but I'm glad I told you.” Rainbow Dash smiled graciously, trying to deflect how sincerely Soarin' gazed at her. “Oh! Well, you're welcome. I uh, I don't tell too many ponies either. Just my friends really. And... uh... I think I know what you mean.” Dash rubbed the back of her mane, seeming to fumble over her words. “It just feels... right somehow... talking to you.” Both pegasi unconsciously felt the familiar tug within them, only this time it was subtle, natural, unobtrusive. A few minutes passes as the two pegasi basked in the comfort of the aura that gently wafted around them. In union with the twinkling stars above, it was the perfect moment. Soarin' unconsciously took a deep breath. Time to be bold Soarin'. The stallion mentally prepared, trying to appear calm. “So, not a bad setting for our first date eh?” In the blink of an eye, Rainbow Dash's hooves gave out from underneath her as she tumbled onto the wooden deck. “Gah!” Soarin' cringed as Dash lay on the deck, all dignity lost. Too bold? But before the Wonderbolt could move, Dash was on all fours. Doing her best to look dignified, she returned to her spot next to the stallion. “Um...” She started slowly, her eyes darting between Soarin's own and the fidgeting of her forehooves. “We were on a date?” Soarin' decided to press his luck, hoping he wouldn't overstep his hoof. The stallion brought a hoof to his chin, appearing contemplative. “Hm. I do recall a certain invitation from the hospital.” He let loose a wry smile. Rainbow Dash momentarily panicked, recalling the awkward exchange. Okay, don't panic Dash, you got this. It's just Soarin'! The awesome, amazing, and handsome Wonderbolt! It's opportunity, go for it! Dash smiled awkwardly, and continued to smile just so for a whole minute. I have no idea what I'm doing. Confusion overtook Soarin' as he stared back. “Uh, Dash? Are you going to say anything?” Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap! Dash mentally pummeled herself. Archon's spit! Just wing it! Despite dealing with nerves that she never knew existed, Dash beamed her well known confidence. “Yeah, I guess I did.” She scooted closer to the Wonderbolt, mentally cheering as she noted the subtle twitch from Soarin's wings. Got 'em. Soarin' was taken aback by the mare's sudden reverse, unprepared for her sudden advance. Keenly aware of how close the lithe mare was to him, as well as her confident gaze upon him, Soarin' struggled to speak. “So, ah...” The stallion quickly cleared his throat, though it was a fruitless delay. Dash seemed to enjoy the effect she was having on the Wonderbolt, inching just a bit closer. Say something you idiot! Soarin' bellowed within himself. Apparently the mental yell afforded the stallion some degree of clarity, quelling the fidgets and shallow breaths. No longer retreating, Soarin' found his own confidence, the corners of his lips tugging slightly as he returned Dash's smile with his own, gazing down at the smaller mare. “So.” The Wonderbolt declared evenly, reveling in the excitement of Rainbow Dash's eyes. Meeting her advance with his sudden composure, he could see that she enjoyed the competition. “Why don't you tell me about the time you fought Nightmare Moon?” Spitfire and Scootaloo returned to the VIP room, walking side by side. Spitfire had a smug look on her face, pleased with the turn of events between Soarin' and Rainbow Dash. Scootaloo moved with a spring in her step, still holding her head high next to the Wonderbolt. “So where exactly is Fleetfoot at?” Scootaloo asked happily, not really concerned about finding the Wonderbolt. “Hm?” Spitfire replied absently. “Oh, yeah that. Yeah we're not actually looking for him.” “We're not?” Spitfire grinned at the oblivious teenager, taking a seat at the bar. “Nah. I just needed an excuse to ditch Soarin' with Dash.” Scootaloo slid onto the bar stool next to Spitfire, a look of disgust on her face. “Egh, that stuff again.” The Wonderbolt laughed. “Just you wait Scootaloo. Next you thing you know you'll be right in Dash's hooves.” “I'm not really worried about that.” The copper mare replied indifferently. “It's just weird seeing Rainbow Dash act all girly. I mean, have you ever acted that way?” Spitfire glared at Scootaloo, derailing any possible questions the teenager had. “Oookay. Uncharted skies there. Heading back to base.” Scootaloo replied emphatically. “Glad to hear.” Both pegasi sat together in silence for a moment. Scootaloo's wings began to twitch absently, the teenager fumbling with her hooves. “Soooo.” Scootaloo started expectantly. “What do we do now?” Spitfire turned to her companion. “Dunno. What do you wanna do?” Scootaloo seemed excited that Spitfire had given her the option. However her face quickly changed, somewhat downcast. Spitfire frowned. “Hey kiddo, whats up?” “Oh um well, I thought of something.” Scootaloo rubbed her foreleg with the other, avoiding Spitfire's eyes. “But I can't really ask you to help.” “Since when?” “Um, well, its more embarrassing then anything.” “Hey I may have only just gotten to know you, and I know I'm probably not as cool as Rainbow Dash,” Spitfire added, winking. “But I'd like to think I'm a pretty capable pegasus.” Scootaloo grinned up at the Wonderbolt. Perhaps she stared for a moment too long, but Scootaloo couldn't deny that there was something about Spitfire that she liked. Admired even. Really there had only been one other pegasus that she had idolized. She's not Dash, but she comes real close. “So, what's the deal then?” “Um, well, you think you could help me find my Dad?” Scootaloo smiled awkwardly at Spitfire hoping she hadn't asked too much. “He kinda disappeared on me.” Spitfire seemed confused for a moment at the odd request, then randomly burst out laughing. “Sure thing kiddo.” The Wonderbolt gave Scootaloo a sisterly pat on the back. Descending from her seat, Spitfire and Scootaloo ambled toward the main hall. A playful smirk found its way to Spitfire's face. “So, how would this one go?” She seemed to take a moment to think, while Scootaloo looked on, confused. “Something like, 'Cutie Mark Crusader Lost Parent Hunters?' Yeah?” Scootaloo's mouth hung agape, her face a mixture of pride, disbelief, and admiration. She then shook her head, chuckling to herself. “Okay. Never again. Just never again.” However, in the recesses of her mind, little filly Scootaloo was bouncing off the walls. That was actually pretty cool. Spitfire shrugged. “Eh. Was worth a shot.” Both pegasi continued to walk in search for Scootaloo's father, both painfully unaware of what they would find. Swift Jet stood at the end of the hall, trying to steady his breath. He had been lucky the Tempest Guard hadn't seen him as his head crested the landing of the stairway, the cloaked pegasus preoccupied with a sickly purple light that seemed to glow from the door. In a way Swift Jet had been lucky. He now knew exactly where the Tempest Guard had gathered. Which was where he found himself now. His heart still thudded in his chest as he stared at the door, sweat starting to gather above his brow. Just what exactly was he going to do? There was no telling how many pegasi were in the room. He had no intention of fighting, only to discover what he could about the villains' next move. Unfortunately, he hadn't quite thought that part through. Still dealing with antagonizing thudding of his chest, the black pegasus put his ear to the door, hoping to salvage some kind of information. Instead he was greeted with a violent sting to his ear, his fur singed. Jumping back awkwardly and suppressing a yelp, Swift Jet took a more careful look at the door. It must have been enchanted to ward off unwelcome guests. But he couldn't turn back, too much was at stake. Without thinking, the stallion put a hoof to the door. A second later he wished he hadn't. His hoof burned, only the iron shoe between his hoof and the enchanted door providing any protection. But it was only a temporary shield. His foreleg was sealed to the door. Swift Jet jerked and pulled, but failed to free his hoof. Instead, the door began to shimmer violently, as if it were fighting against the stallion. As if it were forced, a burned and charred image revealed itself with the continued fluctuations of the mystical barrier. Swift Jet began to panic, but he dared not cry out. His hoof began to burn as the barrier repeatedly waved over his locked foreleg. Despite the pain, the stallion took note of the charred image. It appeared to be a pair of cross pegasi wings, made of lightning. Immediately he was wracked by a searing pain, this time within his mind, spearheaded by the crest. Swift Jet fell to his haunches, labored breath and the pounding of his heart accompanied by streams of sweat that poured around his face. The pain was unbearable, but he couldn't yell, he couldn't scream. All he could do was clench his jaw and hope. What the stallion didn't realize was that the barrier was slowly being worn away. The shimmering magic began haze in and out, still feebly trying to purge the infection that had pierced it. But it was failing. The charred symbol on the wood began to expand, creeping along the rest of the door. Then, without warning, the magical force field ceased to be. Instantaneously the rest of the door was engulfed in a blackened stain, and with a groan, crumbled into dust. Only the metal door knob remained, clattering loudly against the wooden floor. Free of the door and the pain in his mind, Swift Jet fell backward. Through sweat filled eyes the stallion made out what appeared to be a gathering of hooded pegasi. At the head of the large oval table where the group was gathered, a lone unmasked stallion stood. He, along with the rest of the Tempest Guard bored into Swift Jet. A second later the black pegasus' mind caught up, bringing with it a fresh wave of terror. The hood-less stallion spoke up, his words cutting across the silence. “Kill him.” Swift Jet scrambled to his hooves just as a pair of Tempest Guards raised their hooves, a sickly amethyst radiating out from the pendant on their chests' and along their forelegs. A second later two magical lances shot at the black pegasus. There was no time to move. In spite of the terror that rippled through him, Swift Jet let instinct take over, turning a raised wing to block the shots. Instead of pain, there was only a gentle fizzle and the shimmering of magic dissipating around the stallion's wing. Swift Jet lowered his wings, gawking at them as if they were not his own. The unlikely defense also stunned his attackers momentarily, suddenly unsure of this single pegasus. It was all the time Swift Jet needed. He dove to his left, rolling from the destroyed doorway as two more lances impacted where he had been only moments before. A massive crash erupted from the conference room, the sound of collapsing wooden beams thudding on the floor. Unfortunately, Swift Jet had little time to think of the sound as he made to gallop down the hallway. The two guards from before spilled into the hall, chasing after the stallion. The creaking of timber overhead momentarily halted Swift Jet's escape. A second later the roof overhead gave way in a deafening crash, followed by the heavy drop of another Tempest Guard behind the black stallion. Pinned between the advancing guards, Swift Jet noted the gaping hole in the ceiling, but even this route was blocked by two guards hovering in place. Immediately the pendants around their cloaks began to glow, stretching forth to their flapping wings. Swift Jet dove toward the center of the hall just as a hail of lightning erupted from the two suspended guards, a volley of bolts flying with each flap of their wings. Thunder echoed in rapid succession with every strike. The bluish-purple lightning chewed into the roof as Swift Jet scrambled backward, dodging bolts and collapsing beams. He barely had time to skid to a halt as two more lances whizzed past, one grazing his cheek, the other searing across his left shoulder, leaving a gaping wound. Gasping aloud, Swift Jet fell to the floor. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the pair of Tempest Guards raise their hooves once more, the telltale glow of a magical lance forming. A split second before the murderous volley came, the black pegasus launched his body to the right, crashing through the door and into the adjacent bedroom. Only adrenaline stifled the pain in his foreleg, as he forced himself onto all fours. With no window in the room and the thunder of hooves behind him, Swift Jet frantically searched for a means of escape. But only one, crazy option presented itself. Lightning flashed overhead once more, bolts tearing into roof and floor. The sound of a snapping and crunching door frame behind the stallion announced the arrival of the pair of Tempest Guards, their hooves raised to fire. His mind made up, Swift Jet dashed forward praying that his plan would work. All focus was ahead of him. Random lances flew by, exploding into the wall before him. Lightning strikes danced around, some impacting dangerously close to his galloping hooves. The wall was fast approaching. Swift Jet could feel a sudden power within his hooves. With a determined grimace and renewed vigor he made one last final push. A second later the stallion lowered his good shoulder, and crashed into the wall. Spitfire and Scootaloo entered the main hall of The Trough and Cider, casually walking up to the bar. For the first time that night the drinking hall was subdued, only a handful of patrons still milling about, empty tankards in hoof. “Howdy there Scootaloo, Ms. Spitfire.” Applejack greeted the two pegasi, absently cleaning a glass. “Bout to call it a night?” Spitfire let loose a telling yawn. “Not quite.” Scootaloo poked her head over the counter. “We're looking for my Dad. Have you seen him?” Applejack thought for a moment, then shook her head. “Sorry there Scootaloo, can't say I have.” Scootaloo frowned, but Spitfire gave her a reassuring tap with her wing. “No worries Scootaloo. I'm sure he'll turn-” The spat of echoing magic cut through the air, harsh thuds reverberating from across the building. “What in the-” Applejack started, but the earth pony was cut off by the numerous thuds of galloping ponies. A pregnant pause ensued. Then it was shattered, the moan and snapping of timber shaking The Trough and Cider, dust billowing from the rafters. The spat of magic resumed, followed by a second explosion from the ceiling. A gaping hole formed just above the landing of the rear stairway, beams and wooden debris collecting at the landing. A cloaked pegasus land roughly atop, facing the hall, his posture clearly violent. What few ponies were still in The Trough and Cider galloped out in a panic, several tripping over chairs and tables. Spitfire immediately thrust Scootaloo up over the bar. “Keep her safe!” The Wonderbolt ordered to Applejack. “Wait!” Scootaloo called out against Applejack's restraint, fear for the Wonderbolt lacing her cries. “Spitfire! WAIT!” Soarin' and Rainbow Dash burst into the hall, locking eyes with Spitfire. Before any of the pegasi could utter a word the flash of lightning and roar of thunder erupted. Rapid flashes of light were accompanied by the sickening crunch of the building's ceiling groaning throughout. Then the flashes quickly ceased, this time followed by magical lances that burst from the hallway, exploding into the wooden chandelier overhead. Glass and fire rained down, several alcohol logged tables roaring into a blaze. Without a word the trio galloped off to reach the stairway. Unfortunately all three were at very opposite of the hall. Precious seconds wasted. Just as the trio cleared the rows of tables and chairs the flashes of lightning resumed. A second later the upper wall to the right of the stairway exploded. Swift Jet's unconscious form burst through the breach, landing with a sickening thud on the unforgiving floor. “DAD!” Scootaloo screamed, pulling all the harder against Applejack's restraint. A hooded form appeared in Swift Jet's escape, raising a glowing hoof at the comatose stallion. Fast as lightning Spitfire launched herself upward, bringing a fierce left hook across the mare's face. The guard swayed dizzily, stumbling backward. Spitfire didn't give the cloaked assailant a second. Thrusting herself forward, the Wonderbolt pulled the hazy figure backward with her, flinging the mare harshly to the floor below. The cloaked stallion at the top of the stairway sneered, locking onto the yellow Wonderbolt. Launching forward, he cut through the air intent on impaling Spitfire. Soarin' shot straight up, catching the guard directly underneath, and carrying him to the ceiling above, crushing the pegasus between his hooves and the wooden ceiling. His quarry struggled, but Soarin' press all the harder, driving the air from his opponents lungs. Hovering in place, the Wonderbolt released a volley of upward punches for good measure, finally letting the cowardly foe fall unceremoniously to the floor. Two more cloaked pegasi dropped in from the ceiling, firing off magical lances at the crumpled form of Swift Jet. Soarin', Rainbow Dash and Spitfire looked on in horror as the projectiles whisked by, bearing down on the black pegasus. At the last second a magical blue sphere encased itself around the stallion, deflecting the shots. Rarity stood at the opposite end of the hall, her head lowered in concentration as her horn glowed. Twilight galloped past her, letting loose a volley of magical blasts at the would be snipers. At first the two only dodged Twilight's shots, content to let them sail overhead. Then several volleys impacted to their left and right, and rather than simply cut into the wood, they exploded. The resulting shock wave threw one of the guards back down the hall, while the other successfully dove forward, bearing down on Rainbow Dash. Doing her best to ignore the sudden fear that over took her, Dash thrust her wings downward, pushing herself backward as her attacker landed awkwardly in a snarl. Soarin' and Spitfire made a move to cut off Dash's opponent, but lazy shots from their respective adversaries blocked any move. “Who the heck are you guys?!” Dash shouted at her foe. She was greeted only with a guttural growl as the pegasus lunged after her. Somewhat surprised by the forward attack, Rainbow Dash rolled deftly to the left, as the anonymous pegasus sailed past. Soarin' and Spitfire landed roughly to the floor, dodging shots as they approached the ground borne enemies. Then abruptly, all action ceased. The three cloaked pegasi all turned toward the hall, each of their pendants glowing a bright white light. Soarin', Spitfire and Rainbow Dash hesitated, unsure what was to come next. Each pendant suddenly pulsed, and then exploded in a white light blinding all within the room. There was a flurry of wings, and then nothing. Seconds passed before those that remained regained there sight. But it was too late. Only the scars from battle remained. The mysterious cloaked pegasi had disappeared.