14| The Oncoming Storm
When I woke up on Monday morning, it took me all of three seconds for my mind to catch up with the events of the previous day. I slowly exhaled a crestfallen sigh as I mentally chastised myself for being so careless for the Nth time. I couldn’t really blame Boreas for taking off either; despite my good intentions, that didn’t excuse my deceit.
Grumbling and frowning, I tossed off the blankets harder than necessary as I swung my legs over the side to get up, trudged off to lower the moon, then head to the washroom to make myself presentable for the day.
In light of Boreas’ departure, I needed to find someone to cover her Monday and Tuesday evening shifts of patrol duty while lying through my teeth about what happened. Well, perhaps a white lie instead. A sudden emergency that Boreas entrusted me to keep between the two of us sounded acceptable, and it’d likely keep anyone from further inquiry.
Finding someone to cover her shifts was relatively easy; Ares was stationed outside my bedroom door for his morning guard shift, so I had him cover Boreas’ Monday evening patrol while giving him time and a half for his efforts, then I tracked down and had Veloce cover the Tuesday shift.
After I had washed, done make-up, and put on the regalia, I made my way to breakfast. Celestia seemed to notice my morose expression when I sat down next to her, if her studious stare was anything to go by.
“Something the matter?” Celestia cautiously asked.
Internally, I rolled my eyes at the question. If only you knew… “Boreas came to see me last night. She… had a bit of an emergency to take care of, and won’t be back until Wednesday. I did, however, managed to procure replacements to cover her shifts on short notice.”
Celestia’s expression soured when she heard me utter ‘emergency’. “I hope everything turns out alright,” she said. “It must be serious for her to up and leave just like that.”
“Yeah, the news hit her like a ton of bricks,” I dryly replied with sarcastic undertones. I cleared my throat to steer the topic toward something more cheery. “On a lighter note, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. How would you like to pick up where Lumen and his cronies left off?”
Celestia paused for a moment to absorb what I said, then finished her mouthful before speaking. “Care to elaborate?”
“We have Lumen’s blueprints for the gold wash plant, and the means to reproduce it. Could we not continue his mining operation? Wait here a moment…” I nipped off to my room to get the draft I wrote for Granite, asking if the Crown could mine his town’s land, then went back to the dining hall where I gave it to Celestia.
Despite how short the draft was, Celestia took the time to read it over two or three times. “Hmmm… You do have something here, Luna. While I like the idea, this isn’t a decision that should be taken lightly. What you should’ve done instead of writing up a simple draft for a proposal is take the time to outline your plans: Where you’re getting your budget from and how you’re going to spend it; survey plans for the site you want to dig; a work force, and so on and so forth.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but it stuck in my throat when I realised Celestia was right. I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of coffee, savouring the aroma as I formulated a response to each of those questions. “You and I normally sign off on any money that comes and goes from the castle vault,” I began, “which means that, besides the overhead for running and maintaining this castle, there’s enough of a surplus that we could make an investment of this nature.
“The initial budget would be spent on the machine and the workforce, supplemented by subsequent profits after expenses. We already know where and from whom Lumen had the original pieces of the machine built, and while we don’t know the location of his original dig site, prospecting in an area apparently rife with precious metals and minerals should be a relatively easy task,” I pointed out.
With a knitted brow, Celestia magicked a quill and took note of my suggestions on the bottom half of the parchment, then rolled it up and made it and the quill disappear. “That’s the kind of research you should have done beforehand,” she said succinctly.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “I fail to see the point in outlining a plan had Granite said he didn’t want us mining there. The proposal was to see if he’d allow it.”
“As the rulers of the land, do we not have a right to its bounty?” Celestia challenged.
“As leaders of a nation, we should be the ones to set the example. It won't look good if we gallivant onto someone's land to do as we please," I said brusquely. It was tough to keep my voice down so I wasn’t chewing out Celestia in front of everyone present for behaving like one of the entitled nobles. To be fair, they probably got it from somewhere.
I cleared my throat and changed the subject. “Anyway, we have more pressing matters to attend to. Court is due to start in a few minutes.”
“Yes, let’s.”
I expectantly stared at Celestia for a moment. “...Can I have my letter back, please?”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll draw up a full plan for Granite to review and present it to him this coming Saturday.”
I didn’t want Celestia trying to pull the wool over Granite’s eyes, but I had an idea as to how I could make sure she didn’t. “Once you’ve drawn up and signed it so it’s an official document, present it to Granite to look over and sign, at which point I’ll also sign off on it.” That way Celestia couldn’t swap out one document for another, or otherwise try to somehow deceive Granite.
Celestia’s frown deepened; it seemed like she wanted to do just that. “Very well. Have it your way.”
“Good. Now, let’s make haste. Petitioners were already lining up when I passed by the throne room on my way here.”
It seemed the universe wanted to further punish me for accidentally revealing my secret to Boreas with more self-righteous nobles.
“So let me get this straight, Nimbus,” Celestia said to the noble. “Your accusations of assault and destruction of personal property are because you and Ozone here bumped into each other walking around a corner. This caused you to drop your, as you so aptly put it, “expensive, one-of-a-kind vase", which subsequently broke. What makes you think you should be collecting compensation for something as simple as an accident?”
“Your Highnesses,” Nimbus began, nudging forward a basket of broken shards of painted and intricately decorated white clay overlaid with gold leaf, “this commoner was responsible for causing the breakage. Had he looked where he was going, this would not have occured.”
“In this situation, blame goes both ways,” I interjected. “Ozone was merely minding his own business as he rounded the corner. Correct?” I said to the electric-blue pegasus stallion in question.
“My view was unobstructed by any kind of earthenware. I was simply caught off guard as Nimbus rounded the corner,” he said
I looked back to Nimbus with an exasperated sigh. “You should have taken precautions when transporting your vase. You don’t get to blame somepony else for you lack of foresight in the matter. I am ruling in favour of Ozone; he is under no obligations to replace the vase or reimburse you for the cost of. Dismissed.”
Nimbus looked positively horrified, then his expression began to darken. “I must protest the matter! I will not allow a commoner of all ponies to get away with this kind of crime!”
“Do not think you are better than somepony else because of your stature. If you’d like, I can make the two of you of equal rank,” I sneered, levelling a stern glare at Nimbus.
“You would elevate him to nobility?!”
“Quite the opposite, actually…”
“You’d do that to me?!”
“You are testing my patience. Test further and you’ll find out.” I looked down to my right. “Veloce, please escort this stallion out of my sight,” I ordered.
Nimbus’ ire was then directed at Velo. “You seriously hired a cripple as a guard?” he said with a contemptuous scoff. “I would’ve thought Royalty would be above such creatures!”
“Her training isn’t anything to scoff at, Nimbus,” I said as Veloce began to approach on the stallion with a firm, demanding demeanour. “You can find out how good it is by resisting.”
“Alright, alright!” he suddenly acquiesced, picking up the basket. Veloce walked behind Nimbus to escort him to the exit.
Stopping just shy of the double doors, Nimbus proceeded to place the basket on the floor, step over it, then kick it half way across the throne room, sending pieces of pottery flying all over the place before he broke off into a gallop down the hall as Veloce gave chase.
“Stop him!” I yelled at the top of my voice. What a complete and utter moron, I grumbled. I then had to close the throne room until the mess could be cleaned up so nobody accidentally cut the frog of their hooves.
When the flailing and protesting Nimbus was dragged back in by Bastille by the scruff of his neck, I gave him the choice of either cleaning it up himself, or spending time in a cell for disorderly behaviour until it was cleaned up. He was smart enough to choose the former.
While court was temporarily postponed, Celestia took the opportunity to catch up on a few court-related things that previous petitioners asked of us, so it was just me in the throne room with about four guards all watching Nimbus like a hawk pick as he picked up the shards of clay. Hopefully the lesson in humility would teach him a thing or two, but given the nature of snooty nobles, I somehow doubted that.
A few minutes after Nimbus had begun, Sergeant Ratchet walked into the throne room escorting a rather curious individual behind him; A golden-yellow pegasus stallion with white leg markings which extended up his leg, past the fetlock joint which made him look like he was wearing socks. His armoured breastplate bore the same emblem as the buckles on his saddlebags; a cloud overlapping a crossed sword and lightning bolt.
“A courier from the Kingdom of Clouds, Your Majesty,” Ratchet announced with a bow. My interest was piqued when I heard ‘Kingdom of Clouds’, so I made a mental note to look it up later on.
“Thank you, Sergeant. You may return to your post.” As Ratchet did so, I gave my attention to the newcomer, who, I might add, appeared rather striking. His colour scheme really complimented his light-red mane, and the gold trim on the white-painted breastplate really made everything pop.
“I have come with a message from our King for the one known as ‘Boreas’,” he announced.
“I do apologise, good sir, but Boreas has left on business and won’t be back until Wednesday. I would be more than happy to pass it along.”
“Normally I would prefer to deliver the missive myself, but since time is off the essence I will allow that this once. Just be sure she gets it; it’s important,” he curtly replied. He fished out a scroll sealed with a wax seal, the same one as the crest on his armour and bag’s buckles, and I levitated it from him and poofed it up to my desk for later.
“Thank you. Do you have any other business with us?” I asked.
“I only came to deliver the missive. I must be going.” And just like that, he turned tail and left. Despite his dashing looks, the unnamed stallion didn’t give me reason to think he was polite. He was all business.
Celestia walked back into the throne room, passing the courier on his way out and giving him a curious look; the stallion didn’t so much as give Celestia a passing glance, but he did stop to smirk at Nimbus for some reason.
“Who was that?” Celestia asked me once she took her seat.
“A courier delivering a message for Boreas,” I said.
“Think it has something to do with why she left?”
“I really don’t know, nor is it any of my business,” I replied. Not that it’s any of yours, either…
“I do hope everything works out for her in the end.”
“Same here, but only time will tell,” I mused, looking down at Nimbus. He did as good of a job picking up the pieces of vase as he did kicking them everywhere, considering it broke up into smaller pieces. The maids would give the floor a proper clean as they usually do to clean up after the traffic from the day to make sure nothing was left behind.
The rest of the day went as smoothly as could be expected from that kind of a start. It was like one of those days at work where everyone seems to somehow hang on by the skin of their teeth and keep it together for as long as mentally possible. Boreas was on my mind the entire time, too. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing and where she was at any one time. Despite my worry, Boreas said she’d be back in two days, which hopefully meant Tuesday evening. I just had to wait and hope for the best.
Truth be told, the wait wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it to be. Come night time, I had the distinct feeling Boreas was looking up at the moon as I rose it. It was comforting to have that deep-seated connection put my mind at ease. In a way, I supposed it was Boreas somehow telling me things would be alright, that she was doing fine and was in good company.
I was in a much better mood the following day. I don’t know why, but I felt a lot more confident that things between the two of us would work out in the end, and looked forward to seeing her again. In her time at the castle, she’d proven herself a worthy guard alongside the others, and I could look at her knowing we had one another’s backs if things would to go south.
However, as the day drew on and eventually came to a close, there was no sign of Boreas. I’d hoped she’d be back around the time I usually rose the moon, so I stayed out on the dais as long as I could looking for that tell-tale silvery streak of Boreas’ contrail.
It never came.
Hours came and went; From six in the evening to eight, through to ten and eventually midnight. It got to the point where I decided I couldn’t wait any longer, not unless I wanted to be exceptionally more tired and grouchy the following morning.
As I turned to walk back inside, I cast a forlorn glance over my shoulder, hoping that I’d finally catch sight of Boreas as she touched down on the platform. The only thing I saw was the idle twinkling of stars against the backdrop of the cloudless night sky. I swallowed a lump in my throat and hung my head, closed the doors to outside, then retired to bed until I had to lower the moon.
I had become accustomed to waking up pre-dawn, as if the moon was gently nudging my shoulder, telling me that it needed to be lowered.
My eyes flicked open and cast a glance around the still darkened room, so I pulled an oil lamp over to me and lit it with a match. When I lowered the lamp’s glass chimney to catch the flame and cast it across the room proper, the light caught something on the floor just forward of the doors to outside. Laying curled up in a ball with the scroll that had come for her tucked under a leg, Boreas was breathing gently, and I couldn’t help but smile.
It didn’t matter that she looked a bit dirty from not having washed in a couple days, I was immensely grateful that she chose to come back, and for that I smiled as I gingerly stepped over her to go outside to lower the moon and begin the day anew.
The sun began peeking over the hills to take the place of the moon as it disappeared below the horizon, and the soft chirp of birds drifted into my ears as the sun drowned out the light of the lamp I carried out, so I snuffed it and put it back. I kept facing forward to enjoy the sunrise and watch all the little critters spring to life to go about their own business, wondering when Boreas would wake.
My ears flicked back on reflex as I heard muted shuffling coming from behind, followed by soft hoof steps. I kept my gaze on the rising sun and the horizon.
“It’s good to have you back,” I said when the hoof steps stopped to my right. I turned my head to see Boreas also looking out on the sunrise with equal wonder in her eyes, and a small smile on her face.
“It’s good to be back,” she said after a moment, taking a deep breath of the morning petrichor.
I hesitated, my words like stones. “I… I just wanted to say–”
“It’s fine, I understand why you did what you did,” Boreas said, cutting me off. “You and Luna wanted to experience what it’d be like on one another’s world in each other’s bodies. It was in the best interest of both you and the real Luna to keep it a secret, least Celestia find out and take drastic measures.
“I took the time to think everything over carefully, and, well…” Sighing in thoughtful contemplation, Boreas rubbed one foreleg over the other. “I forgive you. Considering everything you’ve done for me and the others, and how well you’re handling the title and position Luna so willingly gave you, I think you deserve the benefit of the doubt for now.”
I let out a long held breath, escaping as a relieved sigh. “Thank you, really. It means a lot.”
“Don’t think you’re out of the woods quite yet,” Boreas added, looking up to me. “Just… don’t give me any reason to think that you’d betray my trust, and I won’t go to Celestia. You’re a good person, and I’d like to keep thinking that.”
A smiled formed on my mouth when she said that, and out of instinct and gratitude, I leaned forward to pull Boreas into a hug with a wing, also draping a foreleg over her withers as she returned the gesture in kind.
“...Friends?” Boreas hesitantly asked.
I hugged her tighter, smiling. “Friends.”
“On Sunday before I left,” Boreas began, pulling away from the hug, “I said that I’d be honest about myself if you did the same. As honest as I believe you to be, I took off before I could tell you about myself.” She walked back inside to pick up the scroll that got delivered, then joined me back outside. “I… have a big problem I need your help with.” Nudging the scroll to me, I picked it up and unfurled it.
Three days.
- B
My brow knitted in confusion as I looked to Boreas. “Who’s ‘B’?”
“That’s my father. His name is Belcusas. In the traditional language of my people, it means ‘Thunderclap’.”
“And your name?” I queried.
“The North Wind. What about yours; Catherine?”
“On my world, the name itself came from a civilisation we call the French. Its meaning is ‘pure’, or ‘clear’. Now, what is it you were saying?”
“Yes, right…” Boreas hung her head as her shoulders drooped. “I come from the Kingdom of Clouds. You’ve heard about it, right?”
“The courier who delivered the message mentioned the place, but I had no idea about it, so I had to look it up. Post-unification, which I also had to look up, there was a summit of leaders from the various kingdoms and cities that were spread across the land. The king at the time, Belfast, chose not to join the coalition, instead sequestering himself and the kingdom away.”
“What the history books don’t mention is why, which is also the same reason I ran away from home.”
My eyes shot open. “You ran away?” I echoed, just to make sure my ears weren’t deceiving me.
“I never once looked back or regretted my decision. The King treats the other mares like you or I treat money; something to be traded or given. When a mare is born into nobility or royalty, the more inherent value she has, and therefore the more she is worth. A daughter of the King fetches hundreds of gold pieces, while a peasant mare isn’t worth much more than a few copper pieces.”
I balked, beyond shocked and mortified. Who in their right mind would resign their own kind to nothing more than stock to be traded and bought?
“No disrespect, but where does that put you?” I asked.
From Boreas’ hung head, I saw a couple drops of water hit the stone. She rolled her shoulders back and steeled herself, looking up to me with bloodshot eyes as tears welled up in the corners of. “I… I…” Her voice was shaky and weak, not because she was uncertain of what she was going to say, more like she didn’t know how I would look at her after she said her piece.
“Remember when I told you I got my cutie mark because I was endlessly practicing knife throwing?” I just nodded. “My father wanted to sell me to one of his cohorts, a high-ranking noble, whose son had expressed interest in adding me to his harem. It was also his way of securing a title to the throne. Every mare born into nobility and-or royalty gets groomed to be the perfect housewife. I knew I was worth so much more than that; I wanted to show the mares of the kingdom that they are, too. I told my father I wanted to be one of his guards, but he just laughed me off and sent me to what he calls ‘Etiquette Training’.”
“Sounds like a fancy way of saying ‘indoctrination’,” I scoffed, scooting closer again to drape a comforting wing over Boreas’s withers as she spoke. I wanted her to know she could tell me anything and not be judged for it.
“Between etiquette training and my “duties as a mare”,” Boreas said with air quotes, sounding downright poisonous with those words, “every minute of time I spent was practicing, day in and day out. I stole one of my father’s knives as I said previously, and a lump of wood from the fireplace in the palace–”
My ears twitched when Boreas said ‘palace’, and I couldn’t help but interrupt. “Belcuses... The King… He’s your father, isn’t he?”
“–and just—” Boreas immediately shot me a look of wide-eyed disbelief, stalling out mid-sentence. Her demeanour slowly relaxed in defeat as she took a moment to compose herself.
“Yeah… He is. He’s one of the most dangerous individuals you will ever meet. Period. If he wants something, he’ll damn well get it, but I’ll get back to that in a moment.
“The best and most proud moment in my entire life was getting my cutie mark, so I went to rub it in my father’s face. He erupted with as much force as a volcano, and threatened to let my soon-to-be husband beat me into submission. Well, he was in for a huge surprise…”
I couldn’t help but crack a grin at that. “That much has to do with what you mentioned in Mercy a few weeks back?”
Boreas snickered and scoffed in contempt. “I screamed at him that I was gay and that I didn’t want to get married,” she then intoned, “and then he had a couple of his guards drag me off to be re-educated to how a mare is supposed to act in his eyes. I didn’t have the time to grab any of my personal belongings when I made the decision to run away a few hours later. I spent about a month in hiding, stealing food from farms I came across to feed myself. Eventually, I came into some honest, well-paid work as a guard for supply caravans. For the second time in my life, I was happy. Happy to know I was amongst other ponies who saw me as their equal; happy to know that it was possible for a mare to earn a living… I both loved and was good at what I did while knowing I could put the scare into the highway stallions that tried robbing my employers, throwing my knives in their direction, or into them if they weren’t careful.
“About a year after I ran away, I caught wind that Princesses Celestia and Luna, were hiring guards, and, well… Here I am.”
In the time we had been talking, the sun had broken free of the horizon thanks to Celestia, and would begin its daily journey across the sky. At that point, we were both being bathed in the sun’s radiant glow, as if to tell Boreas that she could begin life anew. “You’re in safe hands how, I promise. You don’t have to worry about your father ever again,” I softly reassured.
“The missive,” Boreas reminded me. “When did it arrive?”
I quirked my head. “Monday. Why?”
Boreas gasped as her ears pinned themselves to her head, and she began slinking back into my room like a scared, cornered animal. “Nononono–NO!”
“Woah there, calm down; what’s going on?”
“I-I was going to say I would leave again, ‘cause my father would rip this castle apart stone by stone to look for me! He’s found me, oh by the flames of Tartarus, I don’t know how, but he found me and he’s coming here today!”
I used a bit of magic to put the jittery, panicked Boreas on telekinetic lockdown for a brief second. “Just stop there for a moment. Take a deep breath. We can talk this through.” As I slowly released the mare, Boreas did as I instructed, gently exhaling a deep breath.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” I encouraged. “As a Princess of Equestria, albeit a temporary one–” that earned me a half-hearted chuckle from Boreas “–I swear that I will do everything within my power to keep you safe from his clutches.”
Then, I surprised her with a boop on the nose. “In fact, I already have a plan in mind. Here’s what we’re going to do...”
Rejoice, for the next arc has begun!
If anyone can spot the two extremely vague Fairy Tail references and where each of them are from, I will give you a cookie!
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Yes, it is supposed to be blank. Empty chapters to denote each arc.
*Lobs a comment Taco to the ravenous author*
Still enjoying your fic
Very curious to see how this section pans out. Thanks for continuing to share your writing with us
Luna: Let there be war!!!!
Celestia: with cake.
Sorry , best I can come up with at 2am. Can't wait to see how this plays out though.
I really loved this chapter but I can't stop to think that Celestia will somehow start to be jealous of "Luna".
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In what way would Celestia be jealous of who she perceives to be Luna?
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Attrition, noun: To wear away the strength of someone of something by sustained pressure.
In naming the arc "The War of Attrition", I mean to say that there will be a lot of friction in this chapter that focuses on the efficacy of certain individuals and their political standing.
Moooaar! I must feast on this wonderful literature!
Oh dear, seems Celestia is getting annoyed that Catherine isn't willing to toe the line as it were, and I have a sneaky suspicion she already knows about the Kingdom but was happy to do nothing.
Read the whole thing today, and I have to say i really really dig what you're doing here. One nitpick though, in the second paragraph, you have kate waking up in the morning and going to raise the moon. Might want to take a look at that.
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Fixed! Thank you!
Loving this story man keep it up
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Sure, Celestia may have known about the kingdom, but considering that it was a state that operated under its own laws and was as far removed and otherwise independent as America is to New Zealand is by way of comparison, the leading government of one can't intervene on the affairs of the other without blowback.
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Eh, blowback tends to be pretty small when it comes to foreign powers toppling regimes practicing forms of slavery, especially from those who are emancipated.
I think Boreas needs a little perspective. In the case of 2x Alicorns vs 1x Pegasus - I really don't think it's the pegasus who's going to be ripping anything apart.
Well not physically at least.
I can easily see Celestia take the view that Royal Duty comes before mere personal feelings, and getting rather annoyed if 'Luna' chooses to undermine her in this matter.
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You don't know what Belcusas is capable of yet, though
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True, but I know a little about what Celestia and Catherine can do, and with no information on his actual capability, as opposed to his cruelty, I currently have trouble seeing him as any kind of threat. Save to a certain somepony's emotional well being.
No doubt we'll get more information next chapter.
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Belcusas is like a video game mini boss. When you reach the end to square off against the main villain, it'll make Belcusas seem like a gnat in comparison.
Definitely gonna be a day breaker
Oooo time for a battle hopefully
So, just a loose prediction, at the end of the chapter I was really expecting Luna to grant her asylum. But then at the end of the chapter, I had a very distinct feeling that wouldn't be said or directly stated, nor would the King stand down. So as a guess, I'm expecting the king tyrant, in his dictatorship would fight back because he is, "one of the most dangerous individuals you will ever meet," and as such war would happen.
You know, that actually works in Equestria's favor. Equestria has allies(at the very less the minotaurs), and I doubt any other nation would want to go to war with another more powerful nation. Seeing an ally going to war after they had granted asylum to someone would more than likely be more than enough to put the tyrant in a bad light.
Equestria, with its likely many allies, could like convince the other nation to help. Griffins, if the fanon applies that they are honorable, could likely be convinced to help Equestria after seeing the king's 'ways' would likely see them as dishonorable and disgraceful. Of course, this all relies on Equestria having strong, and reliable allies, and from what I've seen, they at the very least have the minotaurs.
Convincing the other nations to fight a common enemy might be difficult, but if they play it off right, then the decision of war for the dictator would be the one that ends with his head flying.
EDIT: A side note, from the sounds of it, it seems that they would just march an army in Equestria the "rip this castle apart stone by stone," as Boreas says. If they do that, then other nations might see that as dishonorable without a formal Declaration of War, making it easier for Equestria to convince others to help. Besides, who's to stop a powerful nation from doing the same to them? Are they going to let him pick off the nation one by one, or are they going to unit against a common enemy?
EDIT: Nope, I was wrong
It was stated that she wants asylum. Well, actually might have been some deception on the princesses part because they never knew about her till recently. ANd I'd imagine the legal work would take a while.
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I vaguely remember something from Fairy Tail. Wasn't Lucy a run-away as well? Or someone was? It was someone who ran away from something, the family I think. It might have been royalty, or nobility, or something.
If I'm right, the reference is that both Boreas and Lucy(possibly some other character) have run away, or left something behind for some purpose. I do remember some other thing simular that started some kind of conflict, but I just can't remember enough to go on...
After a few minutes of research, I couldn't find any evidence, but I did find this quote.
Which supposedly is a letter to her father in goodbye. Do I get a cookie>?
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