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// A Truth Brought to Light Will Cast a Shadow 
// Story: Stars and Midnight Blue 
// by Wordless Prism 
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   “Your majesty.”A voice from the right side of Princes Celestia was heard, a soft and timid voice that she knew well. Her vary shy adviser and hoof servant, at first glance, the poor thing seemed almost afraid of mares. Her unicorn assistant honestly did not speak to her or in her presence for a few months when he started to work for her. 

“Yea Aland, what tis it which thou needth?” she did not look up from her papers. 

“There has been an invasion attempt by the Griffins, they attacked Fort Bowl on the West border this morning.” he informed. 

Celesta looked up from her pages and looked to him. “Have we the victory?" she asked. “Doth thou have the toll of death?”

“Yea your highness, we have all these things.” He hoofed a small black book and flipped to the desired page. “These are the injured, and these are the deceased.” He pointed, and then stepped down to let her read.

“T’were many who were injured, though too few were with death. How many enemy forces were there?” she furrowed her brow at him. 

“There were only fifty Griffins in among them.” He updated.

“The Griffins may be prideful; however, they would never send so few to such a large defense as Fort Bowl. Could it have been a distraction?” She mused.

“It could have been, however, our scouts have reported that there are little to on Griffin movements in that area.” Aland said.

“Art thou saying they came from nowhere? They just popped out of the ground?” she could not believe that her highly trained forces let fifty Griffins slips pass them. She continued to read the death report. Until her eyes found a name that made her stop completely, everything ceased to be, her breath was held, her body tensed, even her main stopped flowing through the air. She whispered the name under her breath.

“Sir. Favonian Glass; Deceased.” She looked at the floor and spoke as calmly as possible, for she knew a harsh tone would crush the shy stallion. “Doth thou know who Sir. Favonian Glass is?” she looked at Aland.

“Yea, I do. Is he not the young fellow who is in love with Princes Luna?” he asked back.

“Yea that he is, tell us, how many know of his infatuation with mine sister?” her voice got softer.

“Well the hole of Canterlot knows your majesty. They didn’t keep it vary secret.” He said.

“Were the possessions of the Griffins confiscated?” she folded the paper up, and started to stand. 

“T’was Princes, tis in the armory.” He tried to keep up with her long legs, as they went to the mentioned place.








Celestia spent the next two full hours examining each thing from the fifty Griffin warriors. She hung her head low as her suspicions were slowly being confirmed. 

They were no Griffin warriors they were mercenaries. In addition, judging by all the Equestrian gold they had, somepony from her land did this. Somepony rich, for they all had gold and lots of it, Celestia is no fool; she knew they sent them to kill Favonian, they could not stand the thought of somepony who was not a noble having the love of a princes. Only she did not know who was responsible among her little ponies, and to bring such a scandal to light in a time of war is a bad move, therefore, she cannot openly find them. 

She got up from her table and made one of the longest and hardest walks of her long life. As she, slowly climes the stares she thinks on how she is going to do it, and prepared herself for the oncoming storm. 

She stops at the door, such a beautiful door. Purely black with a glossy finish, she raises her hoof and knocks on her sister’s door.