//------------------------------// // Ch. 16: Airshows and Tomb Raiders // Story: Legacy of the Pegasi // by secret89 //------------------------------// Legacy of the Pegasi: Ch. 16: Air Shows and Tomb Raiders Weather pegasi shuffled clouds to and fro above the Ponyville Skyfield Stadium. Working in teams, some of the pegasi worked on crafting a large ring that would function as the focal point for many of the Wonderbolts' stunts, as well as the grandstand for pegasi spectators. Work had begun early in the morning, and the ring was nearing completion, its diameter stretching nearly half the length of Ponyville itself. Other teams worked in junction with members of the Wonderbolts, to ensure the various obstacles, rings, barriers and other cloud stunt equipment were properly situated within the ring. A short way below earth pony construction teams were putting the final touches on the wooden grandstands for the ground borne spectators. There were two sections of ascending seats, each facing one another from either side of the low lying cloud ring above. Both stretched the length of the grassy field, and almost seemed more of an addition to the town rather than a temporary structure, such was their size. Altogether the spectator complex was quite a sight to behold, easily able to hold the entire population of the small town. It was a good thing too. Crowds were already milling about outside of the stadium, eagerly awaiting entrance to the show. Though primarily an earth pony town, all of Ponyville's respectable pegasi were in attendance, zipping about the skies above, others arriving in groups from Cloudsdale and Olympia. Vendors from the market had set up well in advance, touting Wonderbolt memorabilia, others calling out the price of peanuts and popcorn against the buzz of the crowd. The first Wonderbolt Airshow in Ponyville was shaping up to be quite the event. High above the commotion below, Spitfire and Soarin' observed from the cloud podium. Soarin' nodded his head. “Looks like everything's on track Spits.” “Good,” she said, trotting to the back of the floating platform. “Because I think it's time to get a reply from headquarters.” “A reply from headquarters?” Soarin' echoed, joining Spitfire. “Last night I sent up a report about our situation,” Spitfire said, as she began to rummage through her saddlebags. She pulled a sealed jar from her bags. The inside of the jar was a smokey gray and seemed to shift about slowly. Faint flashes came about from within every so many seconds, followed by a small rumble. “How much did you tell them?” Soarin' asked, cringing slightly. Spitfire began to pull at the clasps on top of the jar. “Everything you and Rainbow told me. We've got to give them as much info as possible if we're going to get the green light for this op.” Soarin' sighed. “I know. It's just... this one is going to be hard to explain.” Spitfire glanced at Soarin'. “You're telling me. I'm the one who had to make the report actually sound serious! Half of me expects them to think it was some kind of joke.” Soarin' smirked. “Good thing you're a no-nonsense hard ass who never jokes around.” Spitfire shot Soarin' an icy glare, though not without a sly tug at the corner of her mouth. Her wing abruptly shot out, swatting the stallion on the nose. “Ack!” Soarin' landed on his haunches, rubbing his nose with his hoof. Spitfire returned to working the clasps free from the jar, a sly smile on her face. “Ahem. I don't think we'll have to worry about it too much. Even if the Commander doesn't buy into all the story and legend stuff, he can't ignore those rogue pegasi. We'll bring them in either way.” Soarin' watched for several seconds as Spitfire fiddled with the jar. Her hooves pulled at the clasps but they refused to release the lid from the jar. Steadily she became more and more frustrated. Soarin' smiled smugly. “Need some stallion assistance?” “Grrr-No!” Spitfire growled, resorting to pinning the jar between her hind hooves while using both forehooves to pull at the jar. The lid refused to budge. “Grrr-HERE!” Spitfire kicked the jar toward Soarin' irritably. “You get the damn thing open. I'll get the clouds,” she said roughly, moving to scoop up small portions of clouds with her wings. Soarin' smiled cheekily once more, taking the jar in his hooves. “There. Was that so hard?” “Shut up.” Soarin' laughed as he pried the four clasps loose from the lid. Immediately there was a hiss from the lid as the seal broke. Spitfire walked up with several small bundles of cloud under her wings. Releasing them, she quickly compacted them together with her hooves, creating a rough sphere. Soarin' raised the jar up to the cloud. The inside began to flash more violently in response and the jar visibly rumbled in his hooves. “It's been a while since we've used one of these,” Soarin' said, regarding the smokey jar. “I think the situation warrants it.” Soarin' nodded. Though it was commonly understood that the unicorns of Equestria wielded the most overt use of magic, the pegasi were not without their own brand of subtle powers. Largely unknown by the other races, trained pegasi could adapt their affinity to the aspects of nature around them to practical effect. One such use was harnessing the magic within a storm cloud, by attuning the lightning within to act as a beacon. Each attuned lightning cloud beacon held it's own magical signature, which matched that of another. The result was a communication device that operated over vast distances. This was just one of many marvels that the pegasi military employed, all without relying on the magic of unicorns. Soarin quickly removed the lid of the jar, releasing the increasingly violent cloud. It immediately mixed with Spitfire's compacted cloud, changing it to a light gray. The echo of thunder could be heard from the center of the cloud, while tiny sparks of lightning danced around the outside. Wordlessly Spitfire withdrew a small blade from her bags. She made a small cut just above her hoof, then did the same to Soarin'. Both pegasi then draped their forehooves over the cloud, letting a single drop of blood filter into the smokey mist. Spitfire stepped forward, speaking into the cloud. “ARES SUMMIT, this is PHOENIX. Over.” The cloud vibrated with her words, small traces of lightning sparking about. It settled for several seconds, before faintly rumbling once more. A curt voice echoed from the center of the cloud, lightning flashing about once more. “Blood sample confirmed. Confirm pass phrase.” “Call sign: PHOENIX. BREAK. FOXTROT-INDIA-ROMEO-ECHO.” Soarin' stepped up alongside Spitfire, droning off his own information. “Call sign: NIXUS. BREAK. HOTEL-ALPHA-WHISKY-KILO. Over.” Several seconds passed. “Validation confirmed, connection secured. ARES SUMMIT reads you. How may I help you Captain Spitfire?” “Connect me to Lieutenant Colonel Primus Pilus.” “Yes Ma'am. One moment please.” Silence sat between the two pegasi. Both anxiously awaited the Legacy Guard Commander. The cloud suddenly shivered, sparks coming to life once more. Both pegasi perked up immediately. “This is Colonel Pilus,” said a terse voice from the cloud beacon. “How do you read Captain Spitfire?” Spitfire snapped to attention. “Very well sir, thank you for asking.” “And yourself Lieutenant Soarin'?” “Likewise sir,” Soarin' replied. “Good. What is your situation Captain? I did not expect you over this frequency.” “Sir, I wanted to inquire about my repo-” “I read it.” Spitfire and Soarin' glanced uneasily between one another. Colonel Pilus continued. “Simply put, I find much of it highly questionable. But disregarding that fact, you gave me no reason to believe that there was any immediate danger. At least not so much to use a special operations beacon.” Spitfire grimaced slightly, but held her ground. “I understand sir. However, given what my report detailed, I wanted to follow up with your guidance.” “You want an answer?” Colonel Pilus said sharply. Both Soarin' and Spitfire cringed. “I think the matter of the Twin Storms and a supposed doom explained only through broken prophecy and dreams is hardly worth putting faith in. Last time our forces mobilized immediately following the storms' appearance. But there was no enemy. No threat-” “Sir, I have personally seen what is coming.” Soarin' said. “I've even been given these... powers, along with two other pegasi. I think it's somehow connected to the legends and stor-” “I am well aware of the legends,” Pilus interjected.“As are many of our colleagues, as you both well know. And do not interrupt me again Lieutenant. I wasn't finished.” Soarin' snapped his mouth shut. “As I said. No threat. However, be that as it may...” Pilus trailed off for a moment as the cloud fell silent. “I am not inclined to completely dismiss your suspicions about the Twin Storms. As to your claim about these 'powers' you detailed, I don't know what to make of them. Sounds more like something from the time of the Corrupted Archons, and last time I checked, they were wiped out several millennia ago. But that's not important right now.” “You believe those stories?” Spitfire said incredulously. “I am the Legacy Guard Commander,” Pilus said, as if it should have been obvious. “And as such, I know a bit more than the common Pegaus about the Guard's history. Those 'stories' you mentioned are ancient history, but factual history nonetheless. But as I said, this does not concern me. The rogue pegasi you mentioned do. Their sudden appearance is... troubling.” “We believe they may be the Tempest Guard sir,” Soarin' dared to speak again. “And they are a threat,” Spitfire added quickly. Colonel Pilus sighed. “Of that I have no doubt. From what you've told me there's not enough information to say if they're connected to the Twin Storms though. More likely they're a group of radicals pushing for Cloudsdale independence. But if they are a part of something larger, it's come at the worst possible time.” “Sir?” Spitfire questioned. “Communications between the Senate and Canterlot have broken down. The military does not make domestic policy, but we all have our... 'opinions' of the royals. I don't have to spell it out to you what the consensus is within our ranks.” “Sir, if I understand what you're saying correctly...” Soarin' trailed off. “The Cloudsdale Consul and the Senate have been pushing for greater independence for some time now. That pressure has reached military leadership at Ares Summit. Understand this: our duty is to serve the Senate and the pegasi nation. If Canterlot objects to our greater autonomy, then we must be ready to act.” Soarin' made to speak, but caught his words in his mouth, stunned. He glanced to Spitfire. She met his gaze, an equally troubled expression on her face. “That is why we cannot have a rogue faction of pegasi interfering. The situation is dicey enough as it is. Take them down, hard and fast,” Colonel Pilus said firmly. “Yes si-” Spitfire began to reply, but Soarin' cut her off. “And if the Tempest Guard brings back the Twin Storms?” The cloud beacon silently hovered in front of the two Wonderbolts for several tense seconds. The sudden crackle of electricity startled both. “Captain Spitfire, under Statute 1 of the Council of Generals delegating authority to myself as the Legacy Guard Commander, I authorize you command to the Hurricane Contingency.” Soarin' turned once more to his companion. Spitfire seemed at a loss, her mouth slightly ajar. However, she quickly caught herself, snapping to attention with renewed focus. “I don't have to remind you both the weight of this responsibility. Do not take Commander Hurricane's Final Orders lightly,” Colonel Pilus warned. “Yes sir!” Both pegasi announced in unison. “Keep me informed as the situation permits. Colonel Pilus out.” The hovering cloud immediately fizzled out in a fit of sparks and tiny rumblings. Spitfire and Soarin' stood for a moment, still rigid from their Commander's parting. Neither said a word, both simply staring off into the sky. Spitfire finally dropped to her haunches, rousing Soarin'. “Ohhh boy...” Spitfire said with a sigh. “We've got quite a doozy on our hooves this time don't we?” She looked up wearily to her companion. Soarin' joined her, seating himself on the cloud. “Yeah. But,” he smirked at his teammate, “we're Wonderbolts, so it's a done deal.” Spitfire smiled. “And I thought I was the arrogant one,” she said coyly. Her smiled faded. “Still, this is a big one. Equestria is about to tear itself apart, and that's without this Twin Storms stuff throwing a crooked feather into the mix. Not to mention I'm holding onto the single most sacred Order in the pegasi military,” Spitfire said in a tired voice. “I have confidence in you Spits,” Soarin' reassured her, putting a hoof to her foreleg. “And so do the rest of the 'Bolts. We'd follow you to Tartarus and back. And as far the Twin Storms...” Soarin trailed off, frowning. “Well, Rainbow and I will figure something out.” “Thanks Soar,” Spitfire said with a smile. “But,” Spitfire stood up, stretching her wings. “I think we've wasted enough time. We better go and check on everypegasi, make sure this thing goes off without a hitch.” Soarin' nodded. Spitfire moved to the edge of the cloud, followed by Soarin'. Both stood at the edge of the cloud for a moment. Then, without a word both dropped from the cloud in tandem, diving to the ground below. Windswept half-ran half-tumbled down the spiral staircase. He was enveloped in darkness, only the curve the staircase to guide his rapid descent. A second later a faint glow peered around the corner. Windswept clattered to the base of the stairway, nearly falling over as he burst through the doorway. Instead he collided with one of the Tempest Guards. “Oofh!” Windswept exclaimed, steadying himself. “What in th-!” The Tempest Guard whirled around, but paused when he saw Windswept. The rest of the Tempest Guard turned toward the stairway. Silver Wings emerged from the crowd, walking over to Windswept. “Windswept? Are you alright?” Windswept nodded between breaths. “Y-yeah...” Silver looked unconvinced. “What happened? Were you attacked?” Several members of the Tempest Guard shuffled in place at Silver's words, murmurs passing between them. “N-no,” Windswept said. “I uh, I just guess I kinda zoned out up there for a minute. Still getting used to the clasp and all.” Silver was quiet for a moment. “I see,” he said evenly. “I understand you are still acclimating to the clasp's power, but we cannot have any further delays.” Windswept nodded quickly again, thankful Silver hadn't pried further. “Got it.” Silver returned to the head of the group, allowing Windswept a chance to finally see where the Tempest Guard currently found itself. The Guard spread out in what appeared to the be one of the dungeons in Black Mist Prison. Light was minimal in the tunnel. Several Tempest Guards had lit what few torches remained upon the walls, but the shadows still dominated the dungeons. Windswept walked slowly along the hall carefully looking about. The walls were lined with iron bars that ran from the floor to a ledge several feet above his head, behind which were tiny stone cells built into the earth. Stepping forward he peered inside. Cobwebs hung from rusted restraints fastened to the walls. A rusted chain fastened to a rotted bed snaked around the grimy floor, ending in pile by the cell gate. Much to Windswept's relief there was no occupant at the end of the irons. Windswept turned toward the hall once more. Cell after cell pocketed the walls, stretching onward into the darkness. “So many...” he remarked softly. “This is but one cell block within Black Mist prison,” Silver said, striding up alongside Windswept. “Just one?” “Skythus was a powerful empire. But great power also comes with its fair share of enemies. However, I do not believe we will find the Lord Archon within these paltry cells,” Silver said, gesturing to the iron bars. “Hurricane would not be so foolish.” “Then where?” Windswept said. A rare look of confusion appeared on Silver's face. “I am... unsure. It must be hidden.” Windswept nodded. He, along with the rest of the Tempest Guard began to search about hall, others busting through the rusted gates to inspect the numerous cells that lined the walls. But the search was slow to yield results. “Sir, we've search all throughout, but... there's nothing here,” one of the Tempest Guards said. Silver Wings glared back at the guard. “No. The entrance is here,” he said tersely. “Maybe the entrance is in one of the other cell blocks?” Another guard said. “No!” Silver retorted. “The Lord Archon's calling is strongest here. I can feel it, just as you all can. Keep looking!” Windswept watched from the center of the hall as the Guard resumed its search, but it was evident that there was little else to find. Instead of joining the others, Windswept looked about the hall. Nothing seemed different from his initial inspection. The stone floor was solid, the cells barren. Absently his eyes drifted upward. It was only then that Windswept noticed the stone work above each cell. Positioned just above each cell door and partially hidden by the shadows was a statue of an armored pony. Or more like half a pony, Windswept corrected himself. The midsection of the statue jutted forth from the upper wall with its forehooves planted firmly the stone ledge above the cell gate. The statue stood upright at attention, but its hooded heads craned downwards, the shadowed face watching over its charges below. “Terrifying,” Windswept whispered as he gazed back at the faceless jailer above him. Slowly Windswept walked further down the hall, all the while observing the overhead statues. Further inspection revealed an engraving of chains upon each statue that ran from the guardian's hooves, along the outside of the stone wall that separated each cell, with each end reuniting at the foot of the gate. Windswept continued to saunter on, looking on at the statues. Each bore the same pattern, the same gaze below, the same chains- Windswept abruptly stopped at the second to last cell on the right at the end of the hall. For a moment he stared at the statue above him, then whirled around to the one opposite. His eyes went wide as he smiled excitedly. “Silver! Silver Wings! Over here!” Windswept abruptly called out. Clattering hooves echoed down the hall as Silver and the rest of the Tempest Guard ran to meet Windswept. Silver came to stop in front of the grinning Pegasus. “Windswept, what is it? What did you find?” Silver's eyes jumped all around Windswept, but he frowned when there was nothing to be found. “We've already searched here Windswept.” Windswept continued to smile. “Yes, but not in the right places. Look up at all the statues.” Silver Wings and the rest of the Tempest Guard look upward at the rows of statues above. Silver frowned all the more, turning back to Windswept. “Guardians of those imprisoned here,” he said flatly. “Yes! Unicorn guards that would fit Celestia and Luna's time here. All Unicorn guards.” Windswept looked up at the statue above him. “Except for this one.” Silver looked up at the statue above. It was the same as the others, save for the absence of a horn. Closer inspection revealed the faint markings of folded wings at either side. “How very subtle,” Silver remarked softly. “That's not all,” Windswept said excitedly. “The chains on all the Unicorn statues are plain. But this statue is different. Look!” He gestured excitedly toward the stone wall. Silver Wings and several senior members of the Tempest Guard moved to inspect the engraving. At first glance the chain seemed very much the same as the others, snaking from the hooves of the Pegasus above to the stone floor. But there was more. Upon each link was a tiny marking that glinted in the light. Some were a series of dashes, others swirls with dots, still others angular, but all in the same foreign engraving. Silver's eyes narrowed as he stared closer at the markings. “I think they're some kind of ancient markings!” Windswept said enthusiastically. “Indeed,” Silver announced, standing upright. “These are Earth Pony runes. We've found the entrance to the Lord Archon's tomb.” “Wait, Earth Pony runes? What are tho-” Silver raised a hoof. “There is no time. Find out how to open it.” Windswept frowned slightly at the rebuttal, but it quickly vanished. “Uh, right.” Windswept stared up at the statue for a moment. How in the hay am I supposed to open it? And what if those runes have something to do with it? Pushing his misgivings aside, Windswept flourished his wings, hovering to just in front of the statue, hoping to find a clue. Very little stood out beyond what he had already found. The guard was plain like the others, hooded with a breastplate and faint emblem- Windswept did a double take as he nearly glossed over the marking. Where have I seen that before? The emblem was faint in the center of the statue's breastplate, obscured by centuries of grime and dust. A vertical lightning bolt with wings, the emblem protruded slightly from the breastplate. It's almost as if I should... Windswept abruptly jammed his hoof against the emblem. The sound of cracking stone suddenly came from the foot of the statue. Jagged lines cut through the stone chains, traveling the length to the floor, extinguishing the glinting runes. A deep hollow sound of shifting stone suddenly echoed from the cell before the Guard. The entire hall began to rumble, dust slowly wafting down from the ceiling. Square stones in the center of the cell floor began to slowly descend, revealing a narrow staircase that disappeared into the darkness below. The rumbling came to a halt, followed by a dull, echoing thud as the shifting stone ceased. The Tempest Guard stood motionless, hesitantly staring at the stairway. Silver Wings stepped forward, followed by the rest of the Guard. “W-wait!” Windswept said. Silver paused, turning to his companion. He made no effort to hide his irritation. “What is it now Windswept? Every second we delay gives the Wonderbolts time to seek us out.” Windswept shifted awkwardly in place. “I'm sorry, it's just that shouldn't we uh, I dunno, check for traps? It just seems too easy.” “Your concern is well warranted Windswept,” Dominus spoke up. “But we cannot anticipate everything. Traps or not, we will enter the Lord Archon's tomb.” Silver Wings nodded. “Well said Dominus. We will deal with the obstacles as they come.” The Guard slowly began filing down the spiral staircase, hoofsteps echoing through the castle. Windswept hung near the back, lost in thought. There was no deterring Silver and the rest of the Guard from their goal, he knew that much. Not that he wished to turn back, but the lack of opposition still bothered him. If Hurricane really wanted to keep the Archon imprisoned, why haven't we encountered any resistance? Windswept frowned. Doesn't help that this place is haunted... The last of Tempest Guard descended into the shadows, save for Dominus. The elder pegasi beckoned Windswept onward. “Come Windswept, no reason to get left behind again.” Windswept nodded. “Yeah,” he said absently, looking about the hall once more. No spectral pegasus appeared this time, but Windwept had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He didn't wait to find out if it was true. Both pegasi descended the spiral staircase, disappearing into the darkness. The hall was silent once more. A foggy haze wafted from the final guard at the end of the hall. The spectral pegasus stood in place like the rest of the statues, its sullen eyes still watching over where Windswept had been only moments before. Scootaloo, Swift Jet and Midnight Blossom weaved through the crowd outside the stadium. It was quickly dwindling as the spectators made their way to the rapidly filling stadium. “Looks like we just made it!” Swift Jet said happily. “It was awfully nice of the hospital staff to let you go early,” Midnight Blossom said. “Well, they really had no reason to keep me. Like I said before I haven't felt this good in a long time!” Scootaloo walked silently beside her parents, their words barely registering. Unlike the many ponies around her, there was no excitement about her, no spring in her step. Several times she had to trot faster just to catch up to her parents. Instead a small frown marked her features, as she walked along, preoccupied. Why would they do that? She thought. I thought Spitfire was cool! Doesn't she trust me? Doesn't Soarin'? She questioned. I mean, yeah they're military pegasi an all, so I guess something could have changed. Maybe somepony ordered them to handle it themselves or something, she thought again. But that can't be right! Scootaloo's frown deepened. Rainbow Dash is still with them! Why her? Why not me? Her face turned to a scowl. She didn't even stick up for me! After all that talk of 'needing my help!' “Scootaloo?” Scootaloo stopped, looking blankly up at her parents. “Huh?” “I asked you if you were excited about the airshow,” Swift Jet said. “You've been awfully quiet since this morning.” “Oh. Um, yeah I'm totally excited!” Scootaloo said falsely. “Oh, well that's good. But isn't Rainbow Dash going to be here?” Swift Jet did a quick search of the crowd. “I thought she said she was going to meet up with you before the show?” “No,” Scootaloo said coldly. “I thought she was the one who invited you in the first place?” Midnight Blossom asked. “Did something hap-” “No,” Scootaloo said icily again. “I'm not watching the show with her,” she added. She started walking toward walking toward the grandstand again. “Come on, let's go before all the seats are gone.” Midnight Blossom seemed confused at her daughter's remark, but let it go, falling in step. Swift Jet followed. Unlike his wife, there was no confusion in his mind. Only a worried frown on his face as he looked on at Scootaloo. The family eventually made their way into the grandstand, seating themselves near the top. The buzz of the crowd began to intensify as Wonderbolt Sky Crew members began to clear, a telltale sign that the show was about to begin. All around Scootaloo ponies began to cheer and holler for the Wonderbolts. However, Scootaloo was not among them. Her eyes were downcast as she continued to think. Why would Rainbow let me hear all the stuff back at The Trough and Cider and not want my help? Why the change all of a sudden? Scootaloo pondered. Slowly the gears in her mind began to turn. “We can talk more after the show,” Spitfire's words to her father echoed in her mind. What had Spitfire meant by that? Scootaloo eye's suddenly widened, a thought striking her like a lightning bolt. Her father. All his odd behaviors before the festival, so similar to how Rainbow and Soarin' had been acting. The attack at The Trough and Cider and her father's rapid recovery. Rainbow Dash, Soarin' and Spitfire so keen to speak to him alone, and Scootaloo's subsequent exclusion. And the third pegasus that had yet to be found. Until now. It's Dad! Dad's the third pegasus! Slowly, Scootaloo turned to look at her father. Tired features still marked his face, but it did little to dampen his excitement as he watched the sky above. How couldn't I have seen it? Scootaloo thought, her mouth hanging agape. Why else would he have gone looking for those pegasi? She had to know for sure. “Dad, can I ask you a question?” “Hrm? The show's about to start Scoots!” Swift Jet pointed toward the sky. Scootaloo was not to be deterred. “It's important Dad.” Swift Jet's smile faded, but he immediately turned to his daughter evenly. “Alright. What is it?” Scootaloo paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “When me and Mom were out shopping, what were you, Dash and the Wonderbolts talking about?” Midnight Blossom's ears perked up at Scootaloo's question. Swift Jet simply stared at his daughter, his mouth simply ajar. He quickly closed it, composing himself. “They just wanted to know about those pegasi that attacked last night. That's all,” he said shortly, trying to turn back to the show. “Dad, I know that's not true,” Scootaloo said. “Scootaloo what are you talking about?” Midnight Blossom asked. She looked between her daughter and Swift Jet worriedly. “It's nothing dear,” Swift Jet said flatly. “Please don't lie to me,” Scootaloo pleaded. “I know about the Twin Storms, I know about Soarin' and Dash and that they're two of the Legacy Bearers.” Swift Jet avoided looking at his daughter, shifting in his seat. “Scootaloo I don't know what you're tal-” “And I know that something really bad is going happen. Unless Dash and Soarin' can find the last Legacy Bearer,” Scootaloo said, fixing her father with a hard stare. Swift Jet was quiet, his eyes shut as he bowed his head. Midnight Blossom put a hoof to her husband's. “Swift Jet? What's wrong?” Swift Jet took a deep breath. He looked up smiling between his wife and daughter. “Nothing's wrong. I've just been putting off telling you both something very important,” he said looking to Scootaloo. “Scoots here is just a little too smart for her own good,” he said, smiling sadly at his daughter. Scootaloo nearly leaped out of her seat. “You mean you're- a-and you've got- a-and you're going to-?!” She babbled about excitedly. “Swift Jet, I'm still confused,” Midnight asked quietly. Her forehooves shook slightly as she stared back uncertainly at her husband. Swift Jet took his wife's hooves in his own. “It's okay. I'll explain everything. As best I can at least. Please don't worry,” he said. Midnight Blossom nodded silently. “I'll tell you both later. Right now I just want us to enjoy the show as a family,” Swift Jet said, extending his wings around Scootaloo and Midnight. One last time... he thought wistfully. Scootaloo settled against her father's wing, a massive grin upon her face. I can't believe it! My Dad is a hero! Just like in Surprise's story! The crowd began to cheer again as the announcer's voice came over the speaker. “Mare's and Gentlecolts! Please direct your attention to the north sky!” The happy family cheered aloud with the crowd as the telltale thundercloud trail of the Wonderbolts appeared on the horizon. Within the stadium, all eyes were to the sky, whether it was from the seats below, or clouds above. All save for one rainbow pegasus who stared sadly on from the back row at Scootaloo. The Tempest Guard emerged from the staircase, but it was without sight. Windswept opened his eyes wide, but the darkness was all enveloping. His only comfort was shuffling of hooves ahead of him. “Lucem.” Silver's words echoed from the front of the tunnel. Immediately Windswept and the rest of the Tempest Guards' clasps suddenly glowed, bathing the tunnel in amethyst light. It took a moment for Windswept's eyes to adjust. When they did he was greeted by a narrow tunnel that stretched beyond the faint glow of the Tempest Guards light. Unlike the cells and the main hall of the castle before, the tunnel was bare. There was no ornamentation, no statues, no decoration of any kind. Stone lined the walls, floor and the shallow arched ceiling above. The Tempest Guard moved forward. Windswept fell in step alongside Dominus, but it was slow going. The tunnel barely allowed for two pegasi to walk alongside one another. Nopegasi spoke, but Windswept noticed many of the Guard were continuously scanning every part of the tunnel as they moved along. He allowed himself a small smile. Glad some of them listened to me. The group continued to move forward. At times the ground would slope downward, then make a sharp hairpin turn. Again and again the pattern repeated, as the Tempest Guard journeyed further beneath the castle. Windswept couldn't recall how long they had been moving, the monotony of clopping hooves in the tunnel had rendered his brain numb. Finally the group stopped. Windswept nearly collided with the guard ahead of him. Peering over the hooded heads of his brethren, he was able to make out what appeared to be an open doorway. He breathed a sigh of relief. Finally! Slowly, the group began to filter into the room. It was dark like the tunnel, but Windswept could not gauge it's size, as the combined light of the Tempest Guard failed to reach the perimeter of the room. Silver's voice called softly from the front. “Everypegasi stay in formation, and tread carefully.” The Tempest Guard filed onward into the room. The stone doorway behind them disappeared into the darkness. Windswept swept his eyes to and fro, but he was only met darkness. Come on Windswept, keep it together, he thought apprehensively. This will all be worth it... The sudden thud of stone and the bone chilling click of metal slicing across the room brought the Tempest Guard to a halt. Windswept held his breath, not moving a muscle. Only his eyes darted around frantically, straining to see from under his hood. “Nopegasi move,” Silver's calm voice came again. It did little to calm the Windswept's frantic nerves. The rest of the Guard was the same. Windswept could feel the sudden spike in tension through the hum of his brethren, so thick it was practically suffocating. Don't move, don't move, don't move, he drilled through his brain. Sweat began to form at his brow, as he felt the urge to run grow. Second passed like hours as the Guard waited. But no trap appeared. No poisoned darts from across the room, no spewing lava, no ancient curses attacked the group. The sound of roaring flame behind the Tempest Guard suddenly filled the room. Windswept, Dominus and several other Tempest Guards whirled around. Two massive wrought iron braziers in the back corners of the room blazed fiercely. The roar of igniting flame came again. And again. And again. Light poured all around the Tempest Guard. Two by two iron braziers along the walls inexplicably came to life. Their light filled the entirety of the room. It was very large, over fifteen hooves high and nearly twice as wide. Along both walls was a mural carved from the stone. They seemed to depict some kind of story, much of it filled with scores of pegasi in aerial conflict. Unfortunately, Windswept didn't have time to inspect them further. “This is it,” Silver's said in awe. Windswept and Dominus turned again to the front of the room. Several Tempest Guards gasped aloud. Windswept's jaw dropped, as he stared dumbly ahead. Three massive pegasi statues stood at the end of the room, each easily over ten hooves high. Or at least, what appeared to be statues. Instead of stone representations of pegasi, the three that stood before the Tempest Guard were actually suits of ancient full body armor, complete with dual bladed hooves and shouldered lance. Even more odd was the fact that no stone mannequin was beneath to support the armor. The armor simply appeared fused together, each an empty shell of a pegasus. Behind the three sets of armor was a massive stone circular door, set inside the wall. Stone chains marked with runes circled the door's surface, the same as those from the cell block. They coiled around toward the center of the door, ending in a small circle. Within the small circle was a vertical lightning bolt flanked by wings. Above the doorway large, bold letters of a foreign language were carved into the rock. Windswept caught himself staring at the darkened hollow inside the center suit of armor's helmet. Uneasy feelings overtook him. He quickly averted his eyes. Dominus was the first to move, stepping forward next to Silver. “It's a warning,” he said, peering up at the inscription. “Peril and ruin awaits the world should the Skythan Traitor be released.” “Hardly,” Silver replied curtly. He turned to two of the Guards behind him. “Move the armor and open the door.” Both Tempest Guards complied, making their way toward the center suit of armor. Windswept watched the two guards move forward. A deep sense of worry suddenly came over him. He could feel the hum of the Guard around him, but it was not alone. A foreign, outside force touched his clasp. Windswept rushed to the front. “Silver, wait!” Silver Wings barely acknowledged his colleague. “Windswept, I told you before, there will be no more delays.” “Something is wrong! Don't you feel it?!” “I don't fe-” Windswept, Silver and the rest of the Guard flinched, a much more powerful wave pulsing before them, from three points in particular. Realization and horror overcame Silver Wings as he looked from his clasp to the end of the room. “Wait!” He called out to the two Guards, but it was too late. Both Guards reached to move the center suit of armor. Windswept looked on in horror as a bright white fog suddenly appeared around the chest of each suit of armor, while a darkened haze overcame the inside of the armors' helmets. In a flash the living armor swung an armored forehoof, launching one of the two Tempest Guards across the room. The pegasus screamed in terror before impacting the wall with a sickening crunch. The armor turned on the other Guard in an instant. The cloaked pegasus barely had time to react, as the towering armor thrust forward with its bladed hoof, impaling the Guard in the chest with the dual blades. Only a momentary gurgle escaped the Guard's mouth as he stared down in horror at the blood that poured forth from his chest onto the steel blades. The living armor suddenly reared on its hind legs with the dying Guard aloft, then brought both down in a thunderous slam to floor, crushing the corpse beneath. The armor finally flung the mutilated corpse at the rest of the Guard, the deceased pegasus landing in an awkward crumple at Silver's hooves. A momentary flash of horror and sorrow came over Silver, quickly replaced by rage. “Attack them!” He bellowed. “DESTROY THEM!” The room descended into chaos. All three of the metal pegasi moved forward. The center still brandished its bloody blades, while the left deftly drew its lance, three feet of double bladed steel protruding from the pole. The right wielded neither, instead unfurling wings of razor steel. The Tempest Guard reacted immediately to Silver Wings' call, splitting into three groups. Windswept found himself with Silver and Dominus, along with a handful of the Guard. Flashes of amethyst light erupted throughout the room, as the trained Tempest Guard opened up upon the metal pegasi with magical lances. Windswept began to panic. Oh no, oh no, oh no... what do I do, what do I do, WHAT DO I DO? He began to shake in terror as the living armor continued to move forward. To Windswept's left and right Tempest Guards fired off magical lances at the metal pegasus. But the shots only glanced off the armor, or were absorbed entirely. The metal titan was only slowed. The bladed armor suddenly brandished its wings, and with a mighty flap, launched itself up over the center group of Guards. Windswept watched on in horror as the metal pegasus sailed directly overhead, and landed behind the group. Immediately the titan thrust its wings outward, striking nearby Tempest Guards with searing cuts, others thrown into the air from the force of the blow alone. Windswept was frozen. He was exposed. Nothing between him and the monstrosity that was only a few yards away. The metal pegasus whirled about, its darkened gaze falling on Windswept. The Tempest Guard felt his breath leave him. The armor charged at him. Windswept could only stare as he witnessed his final moments. The metal pegasus opened a wing, holding the blood stained metal level as it continued to charge. Windswept closed his eyes as the bladed wing approached his throat. But the attack never came. Windswept felt himself tumble to the ground as Dominus landed beside him. “What are you doing you fool?!” Dominus yelled, leaping to his hooves and firing off a volley of lances at the suit of armor. Dominus' words barely registered with Windswept. His eyes were transfixed on Silver, as the pegasus battled the living armor that had nearly beheaded him moments ago. The armor swiped at Silver with its hooves in rapid succession. Each time Silver dodged to the left and right, barely avoiding the strikes. Abruptly the titan unfurled its wing again. But this time it did not take to the air. Instead it leaned forward, bringing the wing downward to impale Silver from above. Silver dodged again. But he had not been the target. The armor's wing cut into the stone, Silver Wing's cloak pinned between the steel and rock. Immediately the metal pegasus raised its dual blades to slice at the trapped Tempest Guard Captain. Silver's clasp began to glow. “SILVER!” Windswept screamed. There was a bright flash of light. The titan had brought its blades down upon Silver, but there was no wound, no mark on Silver at all. Silver crouched low, holding his wing like a shield over his body. His aura burned brightly and Windswept could see the power flow from Silver's clasp to his wing, a barrier of electricity encasing it. Shards of the broken blades lay at Silver's hooves, the steel still glowing orange. Windswept gaped at the miracle that shouldn't have been possible. “Get up and FIGHT!” Dominus screamed at Windswept, before charging at Silver's foe. Windswept didn't need to hear it twice. Running entirely on adrenaline, he jumped to his hooves. On instinct he raised his hoof, and felt the pulse of power build and release in rapid succession. A trio of amethyst lances shot from his hoof toward the armor. They impacted at the base of the titan's wing. The titan staggered from the impacts, followed by what could only be the groaning of the metal beast. Dominus leaped into the air and collided into the living armor, striking at its wing just after Windswept's lances impacted. The combined assault toppled the living armor in a thunderous crash of creaking metal on stone. But there was no staring from Windswept this time. His mind was fluid, reactive. He alighted into the air, firing volley after volley of lances, doing his best to pin the metal pegasus to the floor. But even with Windswept's renewed courage, it was a losing battle. The lance wielding titan charged forward, its weapon bearing down on the Tempest Guards that opposed it. A blood curdling scream cut through the air. The titan hoisted its lance about, a skewered Tempest Guard upon it. The metal pegasus flung the Guard through the air, felling another to the ground. Those engaged with the last suit of armor were constantly on the move as their opponent danced across the room. The metal pegasus engaged several foes at once, bludgeoning Tempest Guards with its forehooves, while at the same time parrying magic lances with its wings or striking with their razor sharp steel feathers. “We're barely keeping up here!” One of the Guards called out. “How do we defeat them?” Another yelled. Windswept was joined by Dominus and several other Guards, each hovering in a shifting pattern above their foe, continuing the barrage of lances. The titan attempted to rise, but each time a new volley of lances would slam into it, pummeling it into floor. “Contain them!” Silver called out, joining Windswept. We can't just contain them, we have to defeat them now! Windswept thought, pausing. The lapse in firepower provided an opening. The titan shot open its wings, deflecting several lances back. Windswept barely had time to dodge as he avoided the returning projectiles, while two of the Guard found themselves wounded by their own weapons. Windswept dove downward just as the metal pegasus leaped into the air. He fired another volley above as he flew under, the lances impacting once more at the base of the wing. The entire suit of armor shook violently instead of absorbing the blows. The metal pegasus groaned again, falling from the air. It came crashing to the floor, skidding across and ramming into the wing wielding titan. Both collided into the wall. It was only then that Windswept noticed the trail of broken pieces of armor from his opponent. That's it! He thought. “Silver! It's the wings! Hit them at the base of their wings!” Silver didn't question Windswept's command. “Everpegasi! Aim at the base of their wings!” Dominus dared to fly just overhead the lance wielding titan. Once, twice, three times he flew by, each time narrowly dodging the overhead thrusts and swings from the metal pegasus' lance. He flew by once more. But no attack came this time. The titan crouched low as Dominus flew by. The veteran Guard grinned. At the last second he rolled away just as the suit of armor unfurled its wings and leaped into the air to intercept the Tempest Guard. “Now!” Dominus yelled to the other Guards. A dozen volleys shot forth from around the metal pegasus, bombarding just under its wing. Each impact shook the suit of armor, along with cries of creaking and groaning metal. The monstrosity attempted to stay aloft, but it was to be its undoing. Its body began to pull apart as the lances met their mark. Dominus came around for one final pass, with hoof outstretched. An amethyst glow began to collect at his hoof. The titan continued to be battered from both sides, additional metal body parts falling to the floor. Dominus let loose a massive lance, pulling up just in time to skirt above the titan. He streaked by just as the lance impacted, exploding into the titan. The suit of armor shimmered violently, and with a final groan, collapsed to the floor, the remainder of its body crumpling upon itself. The darkened haze beneath it's helm faded and the silvery fog about the breastplate slowly dissipated with a hiss. Several of the engaged Guard cheered aloud, but the success was cut short. The harsh creaking of metal armor cut through the air. It was followed by several solid thuds, shaking the ground. The remaining two titans stood upright. But instead of charging forward, both metal pegasi seemed to be surveying the ring of Tempest Guards in front of them, bouncing slightly on their hooves in anticipation. The Tempest Guard slowly formed a half ring around the two titans, trapping them against the wall with trained hooves, lances gleaming at the ready. Slowly the bladed armor tilted its head to its companion. The wing wielding armor seemed to do the same, nodding slightly. Slowly the two began to move in tandem around the edge of the wall, all the while watching the Tempest Guard. The Guard shifted with the two maneuvering suits of armor. Eventually the two re-positioned themselves in front of the circular door, taking up a defensive stance. “We need to split them up,” Dominus said quietly. “Leave that to me,” Silver said quickly. “All by yourself? Are you crazy?” Windswept asked in surprise, still holding his hoof aloft at the two metal pegasi. Silver grimaced slightly. “Just be ready to take them down.” Windswept's eyes darted between his targets and Silver. “But what are you-” “OPEN FIRE!” Silver shouted. Windswept nearly jumped out of his skin as the ethereal link among the Tempest Guard suddenly surged. Magical lances erupted in unison, heating the air and numbing ears with their distinctive cry. Both metal guardian's reacted instantly, crouch low and leaning in toward one another. Neither could attack as the unrelenting volleys of lances continued to barrel into their armored bodies. Nevertheless, the two had become a literal road block in front of the vault door, lances bouncing and reflecting from their armor, their wings closed tight. Windswept continued to fire lances from his hoof, even as he noticed Silver had suddenly disappeared from his side. A clattering of hooves suddenly sounded behind Windswept. “CEASE FIRE!” Dominus' voice cried out. The rapid flashes of amethyst light winked out. The clopping of hooves behind Windswept stopped. He barely had time to look up as Silver Wings sailed over head in a mighty leap. Time seemed to slow as Silver Wings thrust himself forward with a mighty flap of his wings. Both of the steel shoes under his forehooves flared with lightning sparks and a searing light forced Windswept to cringe. No longer pinned underneath a hail of lances, both titans reacted to the lone pegasus. Windswept could only stare as both moved in slow motion. The hoof bladed titan reached for its lance, while the other began to move to intercept Silver. But it was too late. In an instant, time sped up. The bladed titan swung it's lance upward to sever Silver's wing, while the other brought an overhead hoof downward in a vicious pummel. Both attacks missed. Silver Wings abruptly snapped his wings shut dropping from his adversaries' strikes. A second later he thrust his forehooves forward, landing just in between the two metal pegasi. A bright flash of light enveloped the room once more, followed by a colossal shock wave. The wave exploded outward in all directions, as many of the Tempest Guard found themselves skidding backward from the force. Windswept fought to keep his eyes open against the blinding light as he witnessed the explosion blast both metal pegasi apart. Both were rocketed through the air, burying themselves into the stone wall. Ragged breaths came to Windswepts ears. Silver Wings stood, or rather leaned, on his forehooves, in the center of a crater. Both of his forehooves were buried under rock and earth. His cloak was torn and tattered. Blood seeped through his coat, and a deep gash lined above his brow, blood pouring into his eye. Windswept's mouth hung ajar. “Sweet Mother of Celes-” Windswept started to run toward the injured pegasi. “Dominus!” Silver called out. “W-Windswept! F-finish them!” Dominus moved without question, rallying the Guard. Windswept abruptly stopped, his eyes darting between Silver and Dominus. Silver's face suddenly twisted into a snarl. “What are you doing?!” “Silver you're hurt!” Windswept sputtered, taking several awkward steps toward Silver. “You need he-” “GO!” Silver screamed, coughing up blood and nearly falling over. Windswept was taken aback at the sudden outburst, but he obeyed, racing toward the assembled Guard. While he was still running, he could see the blade wielding titan, half buried into the wall. Small bits of armor lay on the ground, while the larger pieces that still made up its body were mangled and warped. The metal pegasus' exposed wing was battered and twisted, but remained closed. The Tempest Guard closed in around the impaired armor, both from the ground and air. Windswept skidded to a halt next to Dominus. The veteran pegasus took a moment to observe the wounded target. A small smirk tugged at his mouth. “Fire at will,” he said curtly. The build up of energy from the Tempest Guard surged once more. But Windswept felt another, just as the Guard prepared to fire. He whirled around just as the sound of crumbling stone reached his ears. In an instant the second metal pegasus ripped itself from within the wall, shearing its own wing off with what could only be a scream wrought from metal. Its silvery aura burned bright, and in the span of a second the metal titan leaped across the length of the room. Windswept could feel the surge of the Guard through his clasp, nearly reaching culmination. The metal pegasus landed awkwardly in front of its companion. An instant later the amethyst glow that surrounded the two erupted. Lances shot forth from all directions at point blank range, impacting the second metal pegasus. Bits of armor fell to the floor as it shook violently from side to side from the barrage. Several lances found their mark at the metal pegasus' naked wing socket, twisting the metal with sickening moans. The armor began to shimmer sporadically, and with a final metallic shriek, collapsed to the floor, expiring like the first. The rain of amethyst fire continued as the second titan fell, pouring into the last metal pegasus. Defenseless, the metal titan was further battered against the wall. Its helm hung limp and its silvery aura began to slowly fade as additional pieces of metal were shredded off by the lances. Its body continued to shimmer with each strike, but despite the abuse, the titan refused to yield its weakness. The exposed wing remained clamped shut against its side. Dominus raised a hoof. The lances ceased firing. Dominus gritted his teeth. “We need to destroy it. It cannot be left to attack us later.” Though wounded, the titan began to pull against the rock that held it, attempting to free itself. Windswept was silent. His eyes wandered the room. The assembled Guard were worn ragged. Not one Guard was unscathed; too few only bore torn and tattered cloaks, while many more bled from multiple wounds. All were gasping for breath, but they still maintained their training, hooves at the ready should the titan retaliate. These that had survived. Windswept's face began to twist and contort. He could feel his adopted brothers and sister around him, their hum valiant. But there were gaps, missing pieces to the glorious harmony. His face began to harden as his eyes wandered once more. Three bodies, three Tempest Guards, three missing brothers, three missing hums. Windswept scowled all the more. I didn't even know them...and they accepted me without question, supported me... His eyes wandered again. Silver Wings. His mentor and friend. He who had shown him the truth, and had saved his live. Who was now battered and bloodied, who was willing to give all for a greater future. Windswept's eyes narrowed on the metal titan. “Dominus, have the Guard stand back,” he said icily. Dominus looked confused. “Stand back? I'm not giving that thing an inch.” The titan shook violently, dislodging itself further from the wall. “Just do it. I know exactly what to do.” Dominus stared at Windswept for a moment, but finally relented. A quick hoof signal later the Guard moved hesitantly backward, forming a rough ring outside Windswept. Windswept took a deep breath. I hope this works, he thought. He focused on the clasp upon his chest, letting it reach toward those around him, drawing upon them. Electricity crackled through the air. Arcs began to jump about Windswept's clasp. He could feel the power continue to build, the voltage increasing around his clasp. The arcs were growing more violent, straining to escape the confines of the winged lightning. The bluish white light flashed about sporadically with each greater surge of power as the distant rumble of thunder sounded. The titan strained all the more against the broken stone. Windswept flapped his wings, once, twice, three times. Each time the flow of electricity jolted, spreading to his wings in angular arcs. Each time stronger than the last. The fourth time he leaped into the air. Immediately his wings ignited, encased in a living conduit of lightning. Thunder boomed in the distance once more. Windswept took a moment to hover in the air. His eyes zeroed in on the titan's folded wing. Windswept gritted his teeth as his whole body tensed. He could see the streams of power pouring from his allies, transferring into his clasp, where it became raw electricity. He gave one last pull upon the leylines, gathering the power to himself. Both of his wings surged, white light blinding the entire room. Windswept gave a hefty flap of his wings, launching himself higher. He reared his wings back at the peak of his ascent, and thrust them forward as hard as he could. The crack of lightning echoed through room. In an instant the lightning dispelled from Windswepts wings, joining together in a single ball of electricity just beyond his wingtips. A bolt immediately shot from his clasp, piercing the gathered electricity. A jagged lightning bolt shot forth, striking the titan's wing. In a flash the wing was instantly vaporized. Windswept landed awkwardly to the ground, his wings weakened from the attack. All eyes were to the titan. The metallic pegasi was still. Arcs of residual electricity curled about its smoking armor. The silvery aura just below its helm was faint. Dominus looked uncertainly to Windswept. “Did it work?” There was a groan of creaking metal. The last metallic pegasi's helm toppled to the ground, followed the by the remaining pieces of its armored skeleton. Windswept let out a sigh. “Yes, I think it did.” “Well done.” Windswept and Dominus turned. Silver Wings greeted them with a pained smile. “We have triumphed.” “Silver!” Windswept exclaimed. “Are you alright?” The Captain of the Tempest Guard looked over himself. “It looks worse than it is. A small price to pay.” Dominus looked sadly around the room. “Not for all of us.” Silver's eyes were downcast. “Who?” “Jetstream, Sky Bolt and Cloud Strider.” Silver nodded solemnly. “We will honor their sacrifice, when time permits. I have no doubt the Lord Archon will see to their commemoration.” Silver turned to Dominus. “Check the wounded and gather our dead. Then re-form the Guard. We will enter the tomb.” “Yes sir,” Dominus replied quickly. He strode off, calling out commands to the remainder of the Guard. Silver moved toward the tomb doorway, Windswept falling in next to him. “Silver... I... I wanted to thank you.” “Oh? For what?” “You saved my life, and...” Windswept trailed off, taking a moment to think. “...you've given me the truth, a new purpose.” Silver smiled. “You're welcome my friend. But there is something I need you to understand.” Windswept listened, waiting for Silver to continue. “Now that you know this, there is no going back. You bear the truth like the rest of the Guard does, and you must do all in your power to see it fulfilled. Your hesitation from earlier...” Silver gestured back near the crater, “cannot happen again. When I give a command, I expect it to be carried out,” Silver said, staring intently at Windswept. “We could have failed to dispatch these guardians had you come to my assistance. I would rather give my life and ensure the return of the Lord Archon, than live in failure.” Both pegasi stopped before the circular vault. Windswept opened his mouth for a moment, but said nothing. He's right. This is bigger than me, bigger than him, Windswept thought. No going back. He looked to Silver, resolute. The elder pegasi smiled again. “I see you understand. Good,” he said, turning toward the tomb. “Because we are about to correct the greatest injustice in all of history.” Hoofsteps in step sounded behind the pair. Dominus stepped astride Silver's left. “We are ready.” Silver and Windswept glanced behind them. The assembled Tempest Guard stared back. They were bruised, battered, worn and weary. But despite this, they stood at attention, resolute. “Windswept.” Windswept turned to Silver. The elder pegasi gestured toward the massive circular door. “Would you do the honors? I think you deserve it.” Windswept nodded. He stepped toward the massive vault door. The stone chain was the same as before in the cells above, as was the lightning symbol in the center. The runes glistened as before. Windswept put a hoof to the stone. Immediately he felt a subdued hum through his clasp, almost like the link had been muffled, restricted. Despite this, he could feel the power within. It pulsed like the deep breaths of a slumbering dragon, heavy and ominous. In fact there was something very familiar about the pulse that he felt. Wait a minute... He listened further. It was the same as from within the forest, from before Silver had bestowed upon him the Tempest Guard's clasp. Windswept shivered. Come on, this is what you want to do. No going back. He looked to the winged lightning crest at the center, but it did not appear to function the same as from the cell block. The chain has to be broken, he reasoned, flying up toward the top of the door. Windswept found the beginning of the stone chain near the top of the door, but found no mechanism to break them. He rolled his eyes. Of course they're not just going to hang the key right in front of the door. But if Hurricane really sealed the Archon in this tomb, then it was never meant to be opened. There is no key... Windswept frowned staring at the chain, the last obstacle before him. He could feel the subdued presence of the Archon, the power swirling around his clasp. His hoof began to tingle. Windswept brought it to eye level. Amethyst hued sparks danced along his hoof. It felt foreign, alien even. This power did not manifest from his link to the other Guards, that much he could tell. Where did this come fr- The Archon's presence jolted at his clasp, just as the sparks along his hoof intensified. Without thinking Windswept thrust his hoof against the first link in the stone chain. Nothing happened. Weird, for some reason I thought that would work, Windswept thought. Windswept began to hover to the ground, but his hoof remained locked to the stone chain link. “What in Tartarus?” The Archon's seeping power surged again. And again. And again. Windswept felt every pulse through his clasp. It was practically ravenous now, coursing through him violently. The first stone link shattered. Windswept closed his eyes. Pain coursed through him with each jolt. He had become a living conduit. Just stick it out... he tried to reassure himself. The second link shattered. More power came through his clasp. Sweat began to soak his body, as he strained against the power. No going back... he repeated in his mind. Ethereal whispers came to his ears from both near and far, much like from within the Everfree. But this time there was power with them. They were ravenous like the surge of power that flowed through his clasp, scraping, clawing to be free. Like one imprisoned for millenia. “Windswept?” Dominus voice barely reached his ears. “Are you alright?” Another link was split, extinguishing the rune. Windswept was having difficulty staying aloft. He put free hoof to the other, trying to outlast another surge of power. Small wisps of smoke began to rise from his trapped hoof. “I've... almost... got it!” Windswept barely managed to say between clenched teeth. Windswept's head felt like it was about to split in two. Surge after surge assaulted his body. Link after link split upon the tomb door. “Almost there Windswept!” Silver called out. But Windswept didn't hear. All he could hear was the calling of the creature within the tomb, half words and whispers swirling around him like a cyclone. All he could feel was the burning power that coursed through him. Just...a little...more... A monumental surge wracked his senses, screams of the voracious consciousness filling his ears. Windswept's vision threatened to leave him. Barely aloft, all he could see was his hoof planted against the door, and the power that coursed through it. The remaining links exploded. The lightning crest upon the tomb door cracked. Windswept's hoof fell from the door. He began to plummet to the floor, his wings spent. But he was immediately caught by Dominus and Silver. The two slowly lowered him to the floor. “Outstanding my young friend,” Silver said. “I haven't the words,” Dominus said in awe. Windswept seated himself upon the ground, cradling his head. “D-Did it work?” He asked slowly. “Yes. Are you able to proceed?” Silver asked. Windswept grunted, slowly standing on all fours. “Y-yeah. Just a little dizzy that's all.” Not to mention my hoof is gonna be sore for a while, he added mentally. “Excellent,” Silver said with a grin. He turned to two Guards. “Open the tomb.” The two complied, if a bit hesitantly. Once at the front, both pegasi placed their forehooves upon the circular door, and pushed. Almost effortlessly the door pushed inward, followed by a solid thud. Immediately there was a hiss, as centuries old dust and stale air rushed into the room. The door rolled away on its own, revealing only darkness. “Finally,” Silver whispered. Windswept gazed into the darkness. A shiver ran down his spine. Wordlessly the Tempest Guard, led by Silver Wings, Windswept and Dominus, entered the tomb, disappearing into the darkness. The door rolled shut with an echoing thud. For a moment it was quiet in the chamber. In the corner of the room, a faint silver glow began to grow. Pieces of the fallen armor began to move of their own accord. Slowly, they began to move toward the silvery glow that hovered about the pegasus helm. The helm then floated into the air, almost as if it were observing the pieces below. The rest of the armor began to position themselves below the helm, forming the rough skeleton of an armored pegasus. There was a flash of silent light. The metallic pegasus had reformed, complete with lance upon its back, and the broken blades upon its hoof. It turned to the tomb, but instead of rushing forward, it gave pause. A smokey shimmer suddenly appeared next to the titan. The ghost pegasus looked up at the armor. Immediately the metallic pegasus snapped to attention, rendering a crisp salute. The ghostly pegasus returned the salute in kind. It then gestured not toward the tomb, but the entrance from which the Tempest Guard had come. The metallic pegasus looked at the exit for a moment and nodded to the ghost. It then galloped off, disappearing into the hall. The ghost watched the armor disappear. It then silently approached the tomb. Sadness still marked its face as it gazed at the broken bodies of the metal pegasi and the shattered runes upon the door. It then strode forward into the tomb door, disappearing altogether. Wave Chill and Whiplash lazed on a cloud at the outskirts of Ponyville by the edge of the Everfree Forest. “Stuck on the reserve squad. Ponyfeathers!” Wave Chill swore. Whiplash looked to his fellow Wonderbolt. “Hey it's not that bad. Besides, what we've got going on out here is important too. We've haven't had a legit op in a long time.” Wave Chill cocked a brow. “Just what exactly do we have going on out here?” He thrust his hoof out toward the Everfree. Whiplash rolled his eyes. “Okay, so there's not a lot going on right now, but you remember what happened last night. I don't think we've seen the last of those rogue pegasi.” Wave Chill shrugged. “Whatever you say. I just think we'd be better off back in Cloudsdale or Los Pegasus preparing. Things are about to get nasty between Canterlot and Cloudsdale.” “Maybe, though I don't think anypegasi wants a fi-whoa,” Whiplash said abruptly, stopping mid sentence. “What does that look like to you?” He pointed toward the center of the forest. Wave Chill stood upright, looking toward the forest. Distant storm clouds billowed about near the center of the Everfree. Faint flashes came from within, followed by distant rumblings of thunder. “Eh, I wouldn't worry about that too much. Apparently the Everfree has all kinds of weird stuff that happens around it. Like random storm clouds that manifest on their own. That's why they have an entire Severe Weather Team posted in such a small town.” Whiplash stared for a moment at the billowing storms, involuntarily shivering. “I guess. Just got a bad feeling for some reason.” Whiplash suddenly groaned aloud, putting a hoof to his head. Wave Chill moved closer to his comrade. “Hey, you alright?” “Yeah, just got a headache...” Whiplash mumbled, still rubbing his temple. “Ah come on, don't tell you're...” Wave Chill began to sway slightly. “Y-you’re feeling...a-all weird?” He fell upon his haunches next to Whiplash. “You too?” Whiplash said, looking to his friend. “Archon's spit,” Wave Chill cursed, putting a hoof to his head. “This can't be real. Flight sickness?” He looked incredulously to Whiplash. “I dunno. But not a word to the Captain. You remember what she said yesterday.” Wave Chill nodded. “My lips are sealed.” “Good,” Whiplash said. Besides, it's just a headache. Nothing major, right? Both pegasi sat in silence, accompanied only by the distant rumblings of thunder.