Canterlot was quiet. The moon glazed over the rooftops and poured into the wide streets. It was peaceful to most, but to a certain blue maned earth mare, it was an anxious, unsettling quiet. The mare tugged her hood tightly over her head and made sure she was unrecognizable. She had one thing that she had tucked in the pocket of her coat.
An elegant letter.
She sighed and slipped out of the building before trotting down the streets of Canterlot, keeping close to the shadows. She had a very important thing in her pocket. That letter could mean the difference between life and death. She glanced at the buildings as she passed by.
She stopped at the front of a dark, long abandoned bakery and sat down on the concrete. This was where she was meant to do what she was determined to get down. Only a few minutes passed before a voice broke into her daze.
"I didn't think you would come."
The mare leaped to her hooves, eyes scanning the shadows for the source of the voice.
"Calm down. I just want to get this over with as much as you do." The source of the voice stepped into view of the mare.
It was a stallion who wore a similar cloak. However one of his eyes was a crimson red with a dark slitted pupil along with two curved horns, vaguely similar that of a bighorn sheep, protruding from his smoothed mane. He also had three diagonal slits in his left cheek that slightly dripped with scarlet fluid.
"You had those cuts last time we met nearly five months ago." The mare commented and the stallion narrowed his eyes.
"This scar won't heal. It never will. Give me the letter so I can get out of this wretched city." The stallion clearly had now wish to stay in the city, it was not at all like the village he lived in, where grass grew along the dirt roads and the houses didn't tower over him to the point of making him feel caged in. He hated being caged in.
"I want to talk. I'm not doing this for anything but my beliefs, but its hard to know whats right when those I am aiding are unknown to me." The mare had met this stallion a few times before, but that changed nothing as she never met any others of his kind.
"What do you want me to do? Give you my life story? Tell you all my secrets? Explain why I hate these wretched Canterlotians that can burn in tartarus for all I care? I've learned many times from experience that bonding can lead to the death of everyone you care for."
"No. I want you to tell me about what your kind are like." The stallion tilted his head.
"Really? Well. We have a pony that has a pet that's only slightly smaller than him. We have his adopted brother who is part fish. So many of us and we all are unique. We only share one thing. Our souls. Our souls and life source are contained in special items. That's what makes us all the same. The only pony that closely resembles me is our general."
"Now. Tell me. What is it like? Working for Twilight Sparkle?" The stallion asked and the mare looked at him.
"Its fine. She has this precious little son named Axel. He's a curious little bugger. He has his mother's coat, being such a nice shade of purple-"
"Purple?" The stallion asked and the mare nodded.
"What is he like?" The stallion had a creeping suspicion inside of him that something about this 'Axel' was more than anything to scowl at.
"Hmm. Well, lets see.... He's often out at the library, although.. they shut it down recently... Anyway, he is very brilliant."
"W-What does he look like..." The stallion asked and the mare looked at him.
"He has a nice purple coat, a faded blue mane and nice blueish violet eyes. Why did you want to know?"
"Nothing." The stallion finished quickly and the mare gave him a curious look before handing him the letter. The stallion turned to the street and two large folds of brownish red scales unfolded, tearing off the cloak. With a cuick flap of his wings, the stallion shot into the sky, catching his cloak with a scaly, horn lined tail.
The mare's breath caught in her throat as she watched the dragon pony fly into the night. She had seen this several times but it still managed to surprise her. Subconsciously she envied the dragon pony. He had the ability to fly away from all the troubles, to fly far away from Equestria, yet instead he stayed there, going on dangerous jobs so his kind would get at least the faintest advantage.
He wasn't stupid or too prideful to flee. He was brave. Maybe it was the fact he was faintly related to the leader of an army, or maybe it was just his own stubbornness to give in.
The mare sighed and trotted back to the place she called home. Not seeing the glowing robotic eye in the alley way.
"Nightmare was right after all...."