Diaries of a Traitor part One: The Letter

by Paradox Theory


Chapter 1: Las Pegasus

I hate this city.

No matter where I look, everypony had the same expression. It's that traitor's son!

But I pretended to ignore them as I entered the first casino on the street.

A few hours later, my small bag of bits was now a big bag. Every game I tried I won. Part of that is my special talent. I have an eye for detail, and can see what is coming before it comes. With this talent, I mastered various fighting styles quickly. Why? Because I had always dreamed of joining the royal guard. But you know why I can't.

"Hey." Barked a gruff looking stallion.

"Yeah?" I asked nonchalantly.

"You reached the limit, get your prize bits and leave." He replied.

With a sigh I went to the front desk. Got my bits. And left.

Being quiet as ever, I walked down the street to a nearby hotel. I was tired, and wanted to be well rested when I left Las Pegasus.

A crash in a nearby alley snapped me out of my stupor. Because I had nothing better planned, I decided to investigate. Turning round the corner, I saw a royal guard on the ground. Following my instincts, I propped him up against the wall.

"Can you hear me?" I asked him while inspecting his armor. Small scratches adorned it. Wingblades, if the assassin was a Pegasus. Whoever it was, they managed to hit the guard's neck. The wound was fatal.

"I can." He rasped, "Not much time. . . must deliver. . . letter. . ." His voice was growing quiet, but I needed more.

"Hey," I whispered, "Stay with me, I need to know more."

The guard opened his eyes, "My name is Sargent Rhombus, I'm a royal mail carrier. You have to deliver this letter," He paused to levitate a letter with his mana, "To the Princess, or war will fall upon us."

"W-what?" Was all I could manage.

"Deliver the letter," Rhombus took a deep breath, "and save us all." And his eyes finally slid closed. He was dead.

I quickly gathered the letter. One thought ran through my head. This is my chance, my chance to prove that I'm not a traitor.

Running to the street, I felt happier then I could remember. But it was cut short when a turquoise unicorn rammed me into a nearby house.

"Are you crazy?!" I yelled at her.

"Not time to talk." She whispered, "But I'm Aurora Sky, and you're under attack."

I could only stare blankly at her, until a small dark orange pegasus crashed through the window.

"Give it here!" She barked.

Aurora stepped in front of me, "This is too dangerous, I'm not letting a filly take it."

The pegasus snapped at that, 'I'm NO. FILLY!" She yelled, lunging at Aurora.

"Run!" Aurora yelled, "I'll catch up."

And so I ran.


The train station showed no sign of knowing what just happened. Ignoring that fact I quickly bought a ticket to Canterlot.

Sitting in the furthest car from the front, I started to think about the to mares that were fighting over the letter.

The pegasus was most likely the assassin that attacked and killed Rhombus. But Aurora, what could she want with the letter? Judging by her accent, she wasn't a Canterlot citizen. So what then? Why did she want the letter?

"I need some answers." I mumbled to myself.

"Then hopefully I have some." Aurora answered, sitting next to me.

"How, how did you find me?" I ask in surprise.

Her horn lit blue as she pulled the letter out of my bag. "This." she whispered, "Is giving off a strong magnetic signal."

Now I knew which question to ask, "So why are you here?" I asked as she pulled a pair of thin rimmed glasses out of her bag.

"The letter," She huffed matter-of-factly, "The magnetic signature it gives is enough to level Canterlot." She then turned to look at me, "But I'm more interested in the fact that the son of a traitor is taking it right to Canterlot."

This was looking like the most uncomfortable train ride ever.