Redemption

The Warp. The Realm of Magic, as it is sometimes called by mortals. Onward it stretches, a winding maze of emotions that only the most powerful of beings can attempt to navigate. For now it is calm, although small flurries of emotions signal to it’s chaotic nature... and it’s influence.

For the last thousand years it has healed, recovering from the scars of a terrible war between those that would claim to be it’s master. Daemons and abominations once clawed their way into the Warp, but the Powers of Harmony repelled them and banished them to the realms from whence they came. Now, the corruption of Chaos is a distant memory, serene pools of magic and power being the only thing in sight.

However, the Warp is far from empty.

Down one of the many paths walks a pony. She appears as a young mare, with a dark blue coat and a mane of swirling stars. Her wings are tucked in at her sides, her horn out before her to show her the way in the darkness of the Warp. Onward she walks, over the tides of the Warp as she has for the last thousand years, though it feels much longer and much shorter at the same time. Occasionally she stops and strains for a sound, but these instances are brief and do nothing to slow her progress, as if time matters in the realm of the Immaterium.

“Still walking, are we?” She hears a voice say from her side. She does not need to look, for she knows that a man walks beside her, a fallen general from a world long forgotten. He is clad in silver armor, a cape of furs draped over his back, and he has been her companion ever since she was sealed away in this place.

“I have nothing better to do, my friend.” she says as she turns around a corner that does not exist, down paths that fade in and out and change shape with each step.

“I see.” Horus says, looking away from Luna. “I gave up on wandering after two thousand years; it only makes the feeling of guilt grow deeper.”

“I have no guilt,” Luna counters. “I have forgiven my sister, and she has forgiven me.”

“Guilt does not go away so easily, Luna. You will have to take it under your control, otherwise it will consume you when you least expect it.”

“Is this another lesson?”

“If you see it that way.” the former Warmaster of Humanity shrugs. “Lacking a way to manifest in the physical realm, I cannot face your sister and fully make my peace, although I have tried. You, on the other hand, have a chance.”

“But I have made my peace.”

“I hope you are not mistaken.” Luna sets aside that thought as the two keep walking.

“Horus?”

“Yes, Luna?”

“If I had listened to you... If I had ignored Tzeentch and stayed with my sister... would you and I still be friends?”

“Of course.”

“But you wouldn’t have had a chance to make peace with my sister. You’ve told me many things, and you said that moment changed you and helped you move on. Would you still be the same person if I had just purged myself of corruption?” Horus is silent, but looks back to Luna with a small smile.

“I would have found a way. But you are right; I might have been a very different person had I not had the chance to speak with your sister when I did... and had I not had the chance to get to know you as I do now.” Luna smiles.

“Thank you Horus.”

“It is my pleasure, Luna.” the two walk on, but as they walk Luna begins to pick up something. A presence that she has felt many times, but never this close. Horus says nothing, but she knows that he can feel it too. The presence builds in power until a tear appears in the Warp, a rainbow of light wrapping around the two companions. Luna backs up a little, unsure of what to do as the source of the presence steps into the Immaterium.

She is a magnificent alicorn, glowing bright like a star. Her wings are spread wide and her mane flows in an unseen wind, a swirling mass of colors like the sun. She is clad in heavy armor, the symbol of her home and her rule adoring the armor’s chestpiece and right pauldron respectively. She is silent for the moment, her only action being to open her eyes and look upon the two beings in front of her.

“It... it worked.” Celestia whispers, a smile spreading across her face. “It worked! The Elements of Harmony worked!”

“... Tia?” Luna takes a step forward. “Is that really you?”

“Yes, Luna.” Celestia smiles wider before rushing forward and embracing her sister. “It’s me. I’ve come to bring you home.”

“... home?”

“Yes. For the past thousand years I have looked for a way to bring you back to Equestria, and I found one. By using the Elements of Harmony to boost my powers, I was able to re-enter the Warp and find you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“But,” Horus says. “I have observed you for some time, and you have never been able to use the Elements since the day you banished Luna.” Celestia’s smile slips away and she takes a step back.

“I... I may have lied to several ponies about what was really happening.”

“Tia, What did you do?” Celestia shuffles around for a little before speaking.

“I... I dropped a rumor many years ago that Nightmare Moon would return, and pushed my personal student towards finding and reuniting the Elements. I posed as Nightmare Moon in order for the spell to work.” Luna gasps and steps back. “They weren’t in any danger, if that’s what you’re worried about; I had several failsafes in case something-”

“You... Why would you do such a thing? You know how badly that monster hurt Equestria!” Now Celestia steps back. She looks hurt, as if she realizes just what she had done.

“I know.” She says after a pause.

“And you are the ruler of Equestria! Ponies trust you to do what is right and just, and now you’re going behind their backs? You betrayed their trust and posed as one of the worst ponies to have ever lived.”

“I know.” Celestia shuffles around again. “What I did was wrong, and I did betray the trust of several ponies I care about, and I will have to suffer to consequences of my actions... but it wouldn’t have worked if I had told them. They needed to bond with another. And...” Luna notices a small tear running down Celestia’s cheek. “I just wanted you to come home, Luna. For the last thousand years I have been alone, watching as ponies come and go while you stayed here, imprisoned at my doing. I... I’ve never really forgiven myself for that day.” She looks up at Luna. “I want my sister back, Luna. And I am willing to do anything short of killing somepony if it will work.” Luna knows that she should be mad at Celestia. Her sister has manipulated other ponies into doing her bidding, gone against her stance as an honest ruler.

But she cannot be mad, no matter how hard she tries.

Her sister has changed. No longer is she the proud Empress of Ponykind, the warrior queen who killed hundreds of enemies of Equestria with nary an ill though. Now, she sees a softer Celestia, one who is more willing to admit her mistakes and swallow her pride. Her sister might have done wrong, but she seemed willing to admit her mistake and find a way to make up for her wrongdoing.

“I... I understand.” Luna takes a step closer to her sister. “But promise me that you will speak with the ponies you wronged.”

“Of course.” Celestia smiles and stands up straighter. “We must hurry; I don’t know how long this connection will last.” Celestia turns and walks towards the rift in the Warp, Luna following close behind. Before she enters the rift, however, she looks back to Horus, who has remained silent as the sisters talked.

“Can you come with us?”

“No. As my physical form was destroyed, I am forever bound to the Warp.”

“But... you’ll speak to me again, right?” Horus smiles.

“Of course, my friend.”

And the world went white.

...

Luna had been freed. Six mares had taken up the Elements of Harmony and had helped Celestia free her, six mares that Luna owed her life to. She had spoken to each of them at the party the pink one had thrown after the group had returned from Everfree, but she made a note to return to Ponyville and have a more in-depth conversation with each of them. Now, though, she had a chance to walk among her subjects, a chance to live in a world without the threat of daemons or corruption.

And she was completely lost.

She walked silently through the halls of Canterlot Castle. The structure was much grander than Everfree, with numerous bright colors and tapestries adorning the walls to complement the sheer size of the place. At night, the tapestries looked rather eerie, but Luna was certain that she would get used to that soon enough.

Following her connection to the Warp, Luna was able to pinpoint Celestia’s location. The older mare was in her room, Luna guessed, and she focused in an attempt to teleport to Celestia. Her horn sparked a little, but she did not move from her spot. My powers must still be recovering... I’ll have to ask Tia about it. Luna stopped trying to use her magic and kept walking, stepping lightly through the corridors of the palace.

She reached Celestia’s room a minute later. It was smaller than Luna had expected, but still well furnished. Luna looked around, but other than seeing a rather sickly looking Philomena she did not see her sister. Her eyes drifted to the closet at the far end of the room, and Luna slowly approached before opening the door slightly.

Inside sat Celestia’s armor. It was a bit more scratched than Luna remembered, but it was still Her armor. The raptor upon the left pauldron, the rising sun on the other, and the twin-headed eagle provided a pleasant feeling of nostalgia for Luna, and she gently traced each curve and scratch with her hoof.

To think, I tried to kill my sister... It does not seem real...

“I plan on making you a new suit of armor someday soon.” Luna jumped as Celestia approached her from behind. “I hope you won't need it, but it might provide some familiarity.”

“Thank you sis-... Tia.” Luna turned to face Celestia. “Did you speak with the Element Bearers?”

“I did.” Celestia turned away, walking out onto the balcony. “They... they took it better than I thought they would, although it will take me some time to regain their full trust.”

“How do you plan to do that?”

“I have my ways.” Luna raised an eyebrow before Celestia elaborated. “I’ll spend some time in Ponyville with them. What did you think I was going to say?”

“... I do not know.” Luna sighed and walked over to her sister’s side. “I don’t know a lot of things, Tia. Before I fell, I was your Warmistress, your second in command and champion of Equestria. I’ve looked at this world and... it’s peaceful.”

“And that is a problem?”

“No, of course not.” Luna fluffed her wings. “But... what am I supposed to do? There are no armies for me to lead, no wars to win. You were always the better speaker, and it’s been quite some time since I have done any administration work. I... I don’t know what I am supposed to do.” Luna looked up at the moon, the front of her former prison. She only looked down as an alabaster wing was draped over her back.

“There will be a time for that, Luna.” Celestia said. “For now, you are home, and you need to recover your power. And you are wrong; you are a wonderful orator and statespony. Yes, it will take some time for you to acclimate to Parliamentary procedures, among other things, but I know you will succeed.” Luna looked to her older sister. She knew Celestia would help her; she had done so more times than Luna could remember, and had never given up on her, even when Luna had been swept up by Tzeentch and his manipulations.

Equestria may have gone through major changes, but Celestia was still the same pony she remembered from her childhood.

“Thank you, Tia.” Luna moved closer and rested her head on Celestia’s neck. “So... what is my rank now?”

“Officially, you are a Princess of Equestria.” Celestia looked back up at the sky. “But should the need ever arise, and I pray it doesn’t, I shall reinstate you as my Warmistress.”

“I... I shall not let you down, Tia. I shall be the best that I can be, and I shall prove myself worthy of being your sister.”

“I know you will, Luna.”

...

Anlindē flicked her ears again. The forest was alive with sound, but it took a trained ear to pick out the sound of danger from the background. She knew it would take quite a bit of persistence and strength to injure her, but she still remained alert.

“Seer,” a voice called from ahead. Anlindē looked ahead as her companion, a young Ranger by the name of Galas, entered the clearing she was standing in. “I’ve scouted ahead; the path is clear and no predators shall find us.”

“Good.” Anlindē rose from her position and reached out through the Empyrean, grabbing her sword from it’s resting place. “We must hurry before our presence is detected.” the Ranger nodded and darted off down the path, Anlindē following close behind. Using her magic, the Seer was able to keep pace with the Ranger, even overtaking him at points where the ground was flattest. Over fallen trees and under dangling vines the two ran, ducking and weaving through the underbrush with a grace that few other beings could ever achieve.

Soon, they had reached the ruins of Everfree Castle, where the old rulers of Equestria had governed. Anlindē had never seen these rulers, although some of the elders spoke of them as a combination of all the pony races, possibly the only specimens of the species that were close to her kind in terms of grace and beauty. She would have paid respect to them, but she was on a tight schedule and advanced further.

Once, it had been a symbol of power for Ponykind, but like all works it had crumbled away to dust. As if they could build anything to last, Anlindē thought. Yes, ponies were less antagonistic than most of the races her kind had met, but they were blunt to the point of being complete brutes, and that left a sour taste in Anlindē’s mouth. No matter. I have a task to perform.

Drawing her sword in case Galas had not been as attentive as he would have liked, Anlindē advanced into the ruined castle. There was a layer of dirt on the ground, but her movements were such that not a single speck was disturbed as she walked. Her eyes and ears twitched as she searched, every single movement being tracked by her senses.

“It’s just as I saw.” she said. “Look, the pedestals are empty.” Galas turned his attention to the pedestals that Anlindē had mentioned. There were five of them, jutting out from a central column, and all of them were empty.

“That is a bad sign, is it not?”

“It depends.” Anlindē moved closer. “The prophecy stated ‘The Pedestal is blank, the Hall of Gods forsaken. So the Lost shall return, and destruction shall follow’.” she traced the pedestals with her hoof. “Equestrian legend says that their gods reigned in this castle.”

“And whatever you were looking for is not there.” Galas said, taking a step forward. “Now where is ‘the Lost’, and how can we kill it?” Anlindē shot Galas a glare.

“Why do you think that killing the Lost is good?”

“It brings destruction, right? Wouldn’t it be logical to kill it before it has the chance?” Anlindē paused for a moment.

“There is some merit to your words...” she stepped away from the pedestal, using her magic to pull out several runes from a pouch on her flank. “But there is not enough evidence to say when or where the destruction shall come.” Anlindē set the runes down on the floor and began to focus. Slowly the runes began to glow, and there was a crack as a rift formed in front of her.

“We must report our findings to the Seer Council; they shall decide what course we are to take.”

“Yes, my lady.” Anlindē recovered her runes, and once Galas joined her the two deer entered the rift and vanished without a trace.

First Impressions

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First Impressions

After their initial discussion, Celestia had insisted that Luna get some rest. The younger mare had protested, saying that she had had all the rest she needed, but conceded on the point that she needed time for her physical and magical strength to return. However, Luna had seriously misjudged how fatigued she was, and what started as a simple meditation session ended with Luna asleep on the floor, curled up into a tight ball. She had never needed sleep while wandering the Warp, and she had forgotten about the feeling of simple pleasures.

For the first time in a thousand years, her soul knew peace, even if only for a little while.

Luna’s eyes twitched as the sun beamed down upon them. She rolled over, hoping that she would be able to move out of the sun’s rays, but this proved ineffective as a poorly placed mirror reflected the beams right into her face. After a few minutes of fruitless attempts to remain asleep, she sighed and sat up, looking around the room that Celestia had designated as hers.

“I will have to get rid of that sometime soon.” she muttered before stretching out her wings. One by one the joints in her right wing cracked, a surprisingly pleasing sensation that made Luna crack a small smile. The only sound her left wing gave off was the faint clicking of cybernetics, her reminder of her fight with Discord and a warning should she ever begin to let her feelings of doubt gain too much control.

Once she had finished, Luna stood and moved towards her balcony. Below her, she could see the city of Canterlot waking, ponies opening their businesses and pulling carts of produce to sell. They seemed... happy, their innocence radiating off them. They did not have to live in fear of daemonic incursions or attacks from other nations, or at least had not experienced such things in a long time.

Luna frowned; other than her observations here, she had no real way of connecting to these ponies. Never before had she had the chance or need to interact with normal ponies beyond official business, and times had changed considerably since she had been imprisoned. Even the party had left Luna very confused; as her sister's Warmistress, what few gatherings she had attended were much more formal, and nothing like the free spirited celebration the citizens of Ponyville had given her.

I suppose I shall just have to get used to that, she thought. But hopefully there will be a few more formal arrangements that I might be able to attend; I do not think I will be able to stand a consistent barrage of that kind of reverie, especially not that music. She shuddered and moved away from the window, crossing over to her dresser when there was a knock at the door.

“State your business.” Luna called.

“Do you need any help, your majesty?” a voice replied. Must be a servant of some kind. Luna initially felt like dismissing the servant; after all, she was a full grown mare, and perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Then again, it could be beneficial to interact with somepony that is not my sister...

“Enter.” the door opened. In stepped a young Earth Pony mare, dressed in a white apron and carrying a small tray, on which sat a small teapot and cup. The mare set the tray down and turned to face Luna.

“Princess Celestia asked me to come up and see if you were alright.” the mare explained.

“She needed not worry; I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Well, yes.” the mare shuffled around a little. “But you did just come back; the Princess thought that you might need some help adjusting.”

“... Perhaps I do.” Luna sighed. “I apologize if I come off as overly blunt. As you said, I have not had a chance to adjust, and as such I have not gotten a chance to familiarize myself with proper decorum.”

“Um... yes, your majesty.” ‘Majesty’... it does not feel appropriate. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Well...” Luna looked around the room, her eyes being drawn to the mirror. “could you please move that mirror to a position with less sunlight; I do not want that thing beaming down in my face when I sleep.”

“Of course...” The mare moved over to the mirror, carefully pushing it away from the wall before scanning the room for a shady spot. Once she found one, the mare began to push the mirror so that it would slide across the floor easier.

“You are very efficient.” Luna said as the mare moved the mirror into place. “You must take pride in your work.”

“Thank you, your majesty.” Luna was not sure, but she felt that this mare was being a bit stiff. She knew better than to approach the mare on this, in case she offended her, but it was not doing wonders for Luna’s attempts to reintegrate into society. I suppose I shall have to discuss this with my sister, she thought as the mare finished up moving the mirror. “Will that be all?”

“Yes. You are dismissed.” the mare hesitated for a moment before bowing slightly and leaving. Luna turned and walked back out onto the balcony, her eyes shifting back to the door for a brief instant before looking back out at Equestria.

As far as introductions were, that could have gone better.

...

Celestia set aside her morning tea before looking to the stack of papers the secretaries had prepared for her. Normally she did not mix work with her daily preparations, but ever since she gave up the title of Empress such separations had become more and more blurred. She would have set up an administration branch to deal with the workload, but that might have resulted in Celestia becoming more detached than she would have liked.

With a sigh, she reach out and pulled the first few forms off the top of the stack, scanning them for important information before signing and sending them off on their way. Quite a few of the forms were absurd requests, such as preparing Equestria for a potential zombie apocalypse (a valid argument considering the powers of Nurgle, but the technique that the proposal suggested was unlikely to yield anything), but there were enough legitimate concerns for Celestia to focus on.

“Auntie?” Celestia looked up from her paperwork as a pink alicorn with a multicolored mane entered the room. “Is something wrong?”

“Why would you think there’s something wrong, Cadence?” Celestia asked. Cadence shrugged and stepped towards the table.

“I’ve always had this innate sense when something is wrong... And you’ve been in here for almost two hours, that stack of paper has barely been touched and you’re out of tea; you usually finish your tea when you’re about halfway finished with your work.”

“You must have spent a lot of time with Twilight, Cadence; you’re starting to talk like her.”

“Not such a bad thing, is it?” Celestia gave a small smile and shook her head. “But really, auntie, something’s bothering you.”

“... Yes.” Celestia looked away. “You know of the current political situation in the Griffon Kingdoms?”

“Somewhat. The king hasn’t selected an heir yet?”

“It’s worse than that.” Celestia lifted up one of the forms. “I just received this from our embassy; not only is the king refusing to pick an heir, he’s blaming me for the economy’s stagnation. Me! They’re the ones that overtaxed their citizens, not me.” She sighed, taking a few breaths to calm herself. “I’m sorry, Cadence; I should not have allowed my stress to bring up my anger like that.”

“Well, you are still a pony.” Celestia looked up to Cadence, raising an eyebrow. “... An incredibly powerful pony, but still a pony.”

“I know... I suppose bringing my sister back has brought up a few parts of me that I would prefer remained suppressed.” there was a pause before Cadence spoke again.

“What will you do?”

“Nothing, for now. I can always move a few more companies of Legionnaires to the outposts, but that would only encourage the griffons.” there was a pause.

“Is there anything I can do?” Cadence asked.

“I’ll let you know.” Celestia straightened up a little and smiled. “But enough about that. Tell me, Cadence, how is Shining Armor?” Cadence blushed and took a small step back.

“Well... I think he’s a little shy about... well...” Celestia was about to answer when a second door opened.

“Tia, I was hoping I ask you about-” Luna began before stopping, her eyes snapping between Celestia and Cadence. Celestia thought that she saw her younger sister’s wings bristle and prepared for the worst.

“Luna, is something the matter?” she asked.

“Is something-” Luna jabbed a hoof at Cadence. “Who is this?”

“Um, my name’s-” Cadence began before Luna’s head snapped around.

“Silence! This is between my sister and I, not you!” Luna turned to Celestia. “Explain yourself.”

“Luna, I really don’t see what the problem is.”

“You don’t?!” Luna stamped her hooves and flared her wings. “You swore that you would not take a mate or lover! And now you go and break the very law that you set forth-”

“Wait,” Celestia raised a hoof, and was relieved that Luna stopped her rant. “You think Cadence is my daughter?”

“Is that her name?”

“Yes, and no, she is not my daughter.”

“But...” Luna pointed to Cadence. “But she’s an alicorn. As far as I know, ponies cannot birth alicorns.”

“I cannot fully explain that, but she is not my daughter. If anything, she is my adopted niece.” Luna blinked as she began to make sense of what Celestia had said. She straightened up and fluffed out her wings, doing her best to recover her composure.

“I see. I apologize for my misconduct; I should have spoken to you about changes such as this, and my behavior was completely inappropriate for someone of my position.” Luna turned to Cadence. “I am sorry for shouting at you, Lady Cadence. I hope we can look past these troubles and work together in harmony in the future.”

“Oh, of course.” Cadence said, blushing again. Celestia noticed that the mare had taken a few steps back from Luna, and she seemed much shiftier than she had been a few minutes ago. I guess Luna is not the only one that needs to adjust...

“Was there something you wanted to ask me, Luna?” Celestia asked.

“Yes.” Luna turned her full attention back to Celestia. “How soon can I return to my duties?”

“In a few day, Luna. You still need to get used to Equestria so we don’t have more incidents like...” Celestia nodded towards Cadence.

“I understand, I think.” Luna shuffled around a little. “... Have you been working on my armor?”

“As soon as I am able, I will... Unless you would like to build it yourself.” Luna’s eyes brightened.

“Really?”

“I can see that you are looking for a sense of familiarity until you fully settle in; consider this a first step of sorts.” Luna, nodded, and Celestia caught the hint of a smile on the younger alicorn’s face. That moment disappeared as soon as it came, and Luna had returned to her normal stern demeanor.

“Thank you for this opportunity. I shall begin working as soon as I am able.”

“Oh, of course.” Celestia fluffed her wings and looked away. “I have a few things I need to finish up, and we can talk later.”

“As you wish.” Luna nodded in respect and left the room. Cadence’s eyes shifted from the departing alicorn and back to Celestia, who sighed again before returning to her paperwork.

“The very least she could do is smile.” Celestia muttered as she set aside another form.

“Maybe I should go talk to her.” Cadence said.

“After your first meeting, I doubt that going after her will change anything. You are a good mare, Cadence, but you cannot rush something like this, or else we’ll create a much larger problem. Luna will warm up to you, trust me.” Cadence nodded, but she still seemed unsure. She shuffled a little as Celestia finished off another form, and when Celestia did not respond again she excused herself from the room. Once Cadence was gone, Celestia sighed one more time before bringing her hoof to her face.

“Why can I never handle my family properly?”

...

It had been said that the Night Guard never slept. Metaphorical meaning aside, Force Commander Sleight-Hoof Lulamoon would beg to differ; the dark-blue unicorn lay sprawled out across his mattress, his mind drifting aimlessly through the dreamscape. As his first real chance to rest since returning from Vanhoover, he intended to enjoy every second of not having a bunch of insane cultists trying to rip his head off.

That was, until Acolyte Midnight Glimmer entered his room.

“Commander Sleight-Hoof, sir?” the young batpony asked, shuffling around on her hooves.

“mmph... goway.”

“Sir? Justicar Echo wanted to speak with you about something.”

“Can’t it wait? I’m trying to sleep.”

“She said it was important.” Of course she did... Sleight-Hoof grumbled and propped himself up on his forehooves, turning to face Midnight Glimmer.

“Where is she?”

“Outside the barracks, sir... she’s got the blindfold on again.” Sleight-Hoof nodded and climbed out of bed, exiting the room followed closely by Midnight Glimmer. The barracks were mostly deserted, with only a few other Night Guardsponies to be seen. Most kept to themselves, although one or two did nod in courtesy as Sleight-Hoof passed by. He wished he could say that he knew the names of those he saw, but that was the thing with the Night Guard: at times, the faces changed faster than they could be remembered.

As he and Midnight Glimmer stepped out of the barracks, they saw another batpony mare walking close to the wall, a crossbow grasped in her helmet’s telekinetic aura and a blindfold wrapped around her eyes. Her ears twitched rapidly as she walked, and every step she took was completely inaudible. She stopped walking as Sleight-Hoof and Midnight Glimmer walked over to her, her ears snapping around as they got closer and closer.

“Ah, Sleight-Hoof, glad you could make it.” she said before continuing down the wall.

“Well, you asked me to come out here, and here I am.” Sleight-Hoof replied. “What’s the problem, Echo?”

“Many things.” Echo stopped, raising her crossbow and loading a two-pronged bolt. There was a pause before she fired, a loud squeak greeting the ears of everypony present when the bolt reached its target. Sleight-Hoof looked ahead and saw a large rat pinned between the prongs, struggling to free itself. Echo smiled and turned towards Midnight Glimmer. “Acolyte, you might want to get rid of that before it gets away; it’s been breaking into your room for the last few weeks, and it’ll probably keep doing so if it escapes.”

“... it has?”

“Well, your room is closest to the outside, isn’t it?” Midnight Glimmer did not respond, instead stepping past Echo and Sleight-Hoof to retrieve the rat. Sleight-Hoof ignored the younger batpony and raised an eyebrow at the Justicar.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me about? Pest control?”

“There have been several of those rats that have been sneaking into the barracks through a hole near the Acolyte’s quarters. And it is an important problem; if something like that can get in, something bigger could as well. And cultist can be very creative in their attempts to kill ponies.”

“You’re paranoid, Echo.”

“I trust my ears more than anything else. I trust them even more than I trust you, sir.” Sleight-Hoof frowned, his ears flattening against his head. “I take it you don’t appreciate that?”

“No, it’s just weird when you talk like that... It doesn’t matter. I’ll get somepony to look at that as soon as possible, so you can relax a little and not go around shooting rats... And you can take that blindfold off; it makes you look creepy.”

“Isn’t that what you used to say about my eyes?” Echo said as she reached up to remove her blindfold, revealing pale and unfocused eyes.

“I’ve gotten used to that.” Echo nodded as Sleight-Hoof turned back to the barracks. “Since I’m up I think I might set up a few drills; the Acolytes were a little sloppy on our last deployment.”

“This is coming from the pony who said he wanted a chance to rest?”

“I never said we’d do the drills right away. I just want to be prepared, that’s all.”

“You’re the Force Commander; do whatever you want.” Echo began to walk off before stopping, her right ear flicking towards the palace. “Somepony’s approaching.”

“Who?” Sleight-Hoof tensed up a little, and it took quite a bit of restraint to prevent himself from preparing several defensive spells.

“Not sure... Pony, most likely pegasus... mare... bit larger than most... possibly the Princess... you should be able to see her by now.” Echo pointed her hoof just as a dark-blue alicorn with a flowing mane stepped into view. Sleight-Hoof blinked before his mind began to make sense of things.

“... Different Princess.” he turned to Echo. “You were here when Princess Celestia brought Luna back from the Everfree Forest, right?”

“Not like I could have seen them, but yes. What does that have to do with anything?” Sleight-Hoof was about to answer when Luna spoke.

“Hail, Legionnaires!” the Princess called. “I apologize for not notifying your commander, but I was notified of your location and wanted to see what condition the Legions were in.”

“Well...” Sleight-Hoof composed himself and tried to think of the right thing to say. “We’re a little small to be a Legion... but we still serve Equestria as best we can.”

“Highly commendable.” There was a pause before Luna spoke again. “Apologies again, but your name is...?”

“Force Commander Sleight-Hoof Lulamoon at your service, ma’am.” he gave a salute before gesturing to Echo. “This is Justicar Echo, one of our best snipers.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess Luna.” Echo said, bowing.

“Likewise.” there was another pause. “Justicar Echo, is... is there something wrong with your eyes?”

“I don’t know; do you see something, because I can’t.” Sleight-Hoof mentally cringed and prepared himself for a serious verbal backlash.

“Are you trying to make light of this?” Luna asked, Sleight-Hoof detecting a bit of steel in her voice.

“I have no other option, ma’am.” Echo countered. “If I offended you, I’m sorry.” another pause.

“Apology accepted, Justicar. I hope that, in the future, we may grow to understand each other a little better.”

“Me too.”

“Anyway,” Sleight-Hoof said, trying to diffuse the situation. “Is there anything else we can do for you, Princess?”

“I would do a full review of your forces, but I... I have other matters to attend to at the moment. Thank you for speaking with me, though; it has been awhile since I have spoken with soldiers such as yourself.” Luna gave a small bow before turning to leave. the two Night Guardsponies saluting her as she departed.

“Very formal.” Echo said once Luna was gone. “Maybe I should have talked to her a little more.”

“Maybe... that probably could have gone better if you hadn’t decided to talk back to her.”

“Sorry mother.”

“Hey, this is serious!” Sleight-Hoof snapped. “That was a Princess you were talking to!”

“Well, she got back from who knows where yesterday; don’t you think she’d need a chance to experience some of the changes around here.” Echo sighed. “Look, if it makes you happy, sir, I’ll try to hold off comments like that in the future.”

“... Just try not to get yourself in trouble; I still need your fighting skills.”

“Aw, I thought you kept me around because I was pretty.” Echo bat her eyelids in a mock attempt to appear cute. Sleight-Hoof sighed and walked back to the barracks.

“I’ll try to get those drills set up. In the meantime, go find the others and make sure the Twins haven’t blown anything up.”

“Yes sir.”

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Anlindē would not admit it, but she was nervous. She had been before the Seer Council dozens of times, but never before with a matter of this importance. She still managed to keep her composure, but she was trying hard to keep her emotions and thoughts under control.

Stop worrying Anlindē, she mentally scolded herself. You are an accomplished Seer of the line of Elynia; yes, this prophecy is important, but there’s no need to go about worrying over it like some pony... Anlindē shook her head and kept walking, her hooves making no sound as she moved through the forest. Up ahead, hidden by a large thicket, she could see a glowing light, and she could hear a faint hum permeating through her mind as she walked.

She stepped through the clearing and stopped just outside a ring of pale stones. Inside the ring sat five deer, a mix of bucks and does, all dressed in ornate green robes with swirling gold patterns, each one unique to the clan the Seer represented. In the center of the group was another doe, this one dressed in black and gold robes and held aloft by her magic. Small lights and stone fragments flitted around Anlindē and the Seers, and Anlindē’s fur stood on end as the magic of the clearing surrounded her. She said nothing at first, instead kneeling and looking to the ground, doing her best to avoid looking up at the Seers until asked.

“Arise, child,” the deer in the center of the circle said, her voice echoing through Anlindē’s mind. When Anlindē stood, the deer continued to speak. “You have found evidence to support your vision?”

“Yes.” Anlindē said. “The five pedestals that I saw in my vision were like the five I discovered in the ruins of Everfree. They were bare. You know of Equestrian myth and how they claimed their gods ruled them from Everfree-”

“Sometimes myths are clearer than reality.” one of the other deer said. “Are you so certain that Equestria’s gods do not walk among them?”

“Gods cannot manifest themselves in reality.” Anlindē countered, perhaps a bit too curtly than she would have liked. “I find it hard to believe that the Equestrian gods could have achieved what ours could not.”

“Before this devolves into an argument over the powers of the Empyrean,” a third deer said. “Please continue with your findings, young Anlindē.”

“Of course. The prophecy states that the Lost would return once the pedestals were empty, and with it would come destruction.”

“And the Lost,” the second deer asked. “What is it?”

“I... I do not know.” Anlindē closed her eyes and bowed her head. “That part of my vision was unclear.”

“Such visions usually are.” the first Seer said. “Whatever is meant by destruction cannot bode well for our kin or the rest of the world. Until the nature of the Lost is confirmed, the best we can do is prepare for the worst.”

“Should we not try to alert those around us to the coming threat?” a doe by the name of Chanthal asked.

“It would be like you to have a bleeding heart, Chanthal.” a buck countered. “What need do we have for the others? Griffons would try and enslave us, Minotaurs and Diamond Dogs would try to commit genocide, and ponies would exploit us and try to seduce us with their offers of ‘friendship’. As the rest of the world burns, we shall persevere.”

“Both options are extreme and would draw too much attention.” the first Seer said. “While they may be beneath us, we still need the outsiders and they still need us. And while alerting them might save them from destruction, it would eventually lead to conflict between us and them. Worse, it might accelerate the coming of destruction.”

“How so?” Anlindē asked. “I may be young, but I am still a Seer of deer and a leader of our kin.”

“War is brewing between the Griffon Kingdoms and Equestria. The king of griffons has pressed against the borders of Germane and the Equestrian outposts, but he is old and stands on a blade’s edge; his generals await his decision on an heir, and are willing to kill for that position.”

“How does that affect us?”

“Think for a moment, young one, and the answer shall be revealed.” Chanthal said. Anlindē thought for a moment, running multiple scenarios through her mind. All of them ended with Equestria and the Griffon Kingdoms at war, or a civil war destroying the griffons, or-

“The roe clans have enclaves in the Black Forest of Germane.” she said, looking up to the Seers. “A civil war in the Griffon Kingdoms could spill over and put them in danger.”

“An important consideration, young one.” the first Seer said. “It is our duty to protect our brothers and sisters, and a conflict with rogue griffons would prove devastating to their work.”

“What can we do?”

“I have done my best to keep the griffon king focused on Equestria, as the ponies are a ways away from the roe enclaves.” another doe said. “His mind is weak, much weaker than the ruler of Equestria, but I feel a dark power residing in the recesses of his soul. Given time, I can root out this power, but it has not acted upon my suggestions.”

“And my Rangers have been harrying several griffon forces near the Equestrian border.” the buck who had spoken against Chanthal said. “It is a bit more blunt than I would like, but the griffons do not suspect that we are involved.”

“And the roe?” Anlindē asked.

“They can survive and hide from incursions, for awhile.” the first Seer said. “If necessary, several detachments of Guardians and Rangers can be supplied to defend or evacuate them if no other option presents itself.”

“What of the Lost?”

“Until our position is secured, you will focus on divining the identity of the Lost. You have great potential, child, and it would be a waste if we tried to limit it. Go in peace, Anlindē of Elynia, and may the gods bless you sight.” Anlindē bowed and turned, stepping out of the clearing and back into the woods. She would have used her runes to teleport back to her home, but that would be a waste of resources and against her vows as a Seer. So she walked on, drifting through the forest like a spectre, invisible to all but the most well trained eyes.

After a few minutes of walking, she spotted Galas standing beneath one of the larger trees. While the Ranger’s dedication to her was admirable, at times it felt like she was being followed around by a small puppy or younger sibling; endearment could easily turn into annoyance if their persistence carried on.

“Watching my path again, Galas?” she asked.

“Dark times call for vigilance, my lady.” he replied. “Even with your power, you are still one deer.”

“You sound like my father, always worrying about me.” Anlindē said, rolling her eyes as she kept walking, the Ranger following close behind. “Although, I might need your help.”

“How so?”

“The Seer Council instructed me to discover the identity of the Lost. I would use my normal quarters for divination, but with a matter such as this I think I shall require more power.”

“I am no Seer, my lady. How would I be of use?”

“I plan to move to several locations where there are powerful magics, several of which are in griffon or pony territory. I will need an escort in the event that I am discovered.”

“Why? You were the one who said I worried too much.”

“I need to concentrate, Galas; you must make sure that no harm comes to me, or else I will not find anything.”

“And you’ll be dead.” Anlindē scowled, but she knew that Galas was right to a degree; while ponies would most likely keep her imprisoned, the griffons or minotaurs would not hesitate on killing her, or worse torture her in an attempt to find the location of her kin. But for now, she set aside those thoughts and kept walking.

“I need to gather my armor and weapons. After that, we shall head for the first location in Equestria.”

................

Luna’s frustration for both Equestria and herself had mounted considerably. She knew it was rather frivolous to be frustrated, but the depths to which Equestria had sunk since she had been banished...

“Maybe I’m just not approaching this from the right angle.” she said, setting aside another manual for these “gaming devices” that had been developed in the past few years. “I should not just turn against everything that has been developed since my banishment... but at the very least, could they have developed something a bit more practical?” She sighed, closing her eyes and clearing her thoughts. She considered going to find her sister for help, but Luna knew she could not use Celestia as a crutch. The other option was finding a way to contact Horus, but that brought her to her next problem:

Ever since she had been freed, her magic had been comparable to that of a young foal; basic telekinesis she could manage, but shields, combat spells, even illumination were beyond her capabilities. Finding one soul amongst the tides of the Warp, even one as powerful as Horus, might take time and energy that she did not have. Then again, it was always worth the try, so she closed her eyes and tried to open her soul to the Warp.

Luna grimaced as the eddies of the Warp tossed her out, the psychic backlash digging into her mind and giving her a small headache. She composed herself and tried again, only to meet with failure once more. Her headache building along with her frustration, she tried every single technique Celestia had taught her about dealing with the Warp, but to no avail. Eventually the pain in her head got too intense for her, and with a sigh of defeat she called her soul back to her body.

“Spend one thousand years in the Warp and I cannot even get back in.” she muttered.

Perhaps you should rely more on your patience than brute force, a voice whispered in the back of her mind, causing Luna to blink in surprise.

... Horus? Is that you?

I did say I would contact you if I could, the fallen Primarch replied. And to be fair, your attempts at re-entering the Warp were like someone firing an autocannon in a crowded room.

...That’s bad, isn’t it? Horus did not respond, but Luna could tell that he was agreeing with her. I just... I just feel so helpless right now! I can’t access the Warp, I know next to nothing about how Equestria works, I can’t even connect with my soldiers on any meaningful level. How does Celestia expect me to achieve anything if I’m like this?

The Imperium was not built in a day, Luna; you have just started to recover from a great deal of trauma and psychic exhaustion, and you cannot rush such recovery without risking hurting yourself or those around you.

But I spent one thousand years in the Warp; if anything, my powers should be even greater than before.

Normally I would agree with you, but I believe that your sister’s use of the Elements might have caused a psychic block of sorts to form within your mind. I can help you break it down, but understand that it will take some time.

How long?

... A few months, a year? I cannot say at this time.

You mean I’m going to be stuck with all the powers of a young foal for a year?!

I never said that; your spells and abilities would re-emerge in due time, but returning to the levels of power that you had before your fall will not happen overnight.

... I suppose that’s understandable. Luna sighed and fluffed her wings. What must I do until then?

Meditate a few times a day, and find somewhere private where you can practice. I shall contact you and help you rebuild your strength, as well as teach you a few techniques one of my fellow Primarchs developed.

Thank you. There was a pause before Luna continued on. Horus, are you still there?

Something else is on your mind?

Yes... How can I connect with my soldiers? another pause.

Luna, you are an intelligent pony; you don’t need to ask me-

But I’ve missed so much.

And how am I supposed to assist with that? I have been dead for longer than you have been alive, and you are the only benevolent being that I have had the chance to interact with in that time. I am just as out of touch with the mortal realm in terms of socialization and relationships as you are.

But you’re my friend; that has to count for something.

I suppose so... Have you considered speaking with them?

I have, but it did not go so well.

Perhaps you approached it from the wrong angle. Try to make a connection with some of your soldiers, find out their interests and personalities.

But... wouldn’t developing such connections make me more likely to hold back in an attempt to keep them alive?

They understand the risk; why else would they be here? You are a strong pony, Luna, and I know you will be able to make a clear decision should the time come. there was a pause. I can always act as your mentor in matters such as these.

I would like that, thank you.

Then I shall return later, and we shall discuss your training. Luna felt a shiver run down her spine as Horus left her mind. She stood, using what magic she could to brush away the objects of study and clear the floor.

“I suppose just talking to them would not hurt... although I should find the forge and get started with my armor before I can approach them on an even level.”

Just go to the throne room; the forge is at the far end of the first hall. Celestia’s voice echoed through Luna’s mind.

... Tia, were you eavesdropping on me?

I am many things, Luna; needlessly intrusive is not one of them. Horus is technically my son, and I trust him enough to know that he won’t do anything to hurt or otherwise hinder you.

But how did you know I had finished speaking with Horus?

I’m the most powerful psyker in the known universe?

... Fair enough.

................

Luna was surprised that the forge was so close to Celestia’s throne; she assumed that her sister would want it somewhere else, maybe closer to the barracks, so that no curious ponies would wander in and break something. Well, times have changed, I guess...

She stepped through the threshold and was greeted with the smell of coal. Her nose tingled slightly, still getting used to the sensations of the material realm, but she pressed on regardless. The room itself was surprisingly bright, the source being a large fire on the far side of the room, and the light allowed Luna to survey the room much easier than if it had been dark. Near a small door on the left side of the room were several crates filled with supplies, including multiple types of metal and a spare anvil or two, while near the flames was a large rack of smith’s tools and unfinished weapons.

Luna’s ears twitched as a pony opened the door and entered the room. He was an older unicorn, his coat darkened after years of work in the forge, but he still gave Luna a warm smile when he saw her.

“Princess Luna,” he said, giving her a small nod. “It is an honor to finally meet you.”

“The honor is mine.” Luna said, returning the nod. “I require the use of the forge; I would like to craft myself a new suit of armor and some weapons.”

“You don’t have to ask my permission, Princess. The forge is yours. Although...” he moved to the other side of the room and pulled out a small box. “For one such as you, I believe something special is in order.” the smith brought the box over to Luna and opened it. Inside were six bars of silver metal, sparkling slightly from the light of the forge. Luna gave the metal a small poke with her hoof, finding that it was fairly dense.

“Adamantium.” the unicorn explained, causing Luna to raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Celestia herself discovered these samples some... two hundred years ago, give or take. My predecessors and I have kept it under our watch, in case somepony tried to steal it.”

“Have you ever worked with it before?”

“No.” the smith chuckled. “I’ve been tempted, but Celestia wanted us to guard it for a reason; far be it for me to go against her word.” Luna blinked twice before the realization hit her.

Thank you for this gift, Tia.

“Do you have any records of adamantium being used before?”

“Only from Celestia’s personal notes, and those are a bit worn.” the smith re-entered the side room, and Luna could hear him rummaging around for a moment before he returned with a few old pieces of parchment. “If you need any assistance, I will be here.” Luna nodded her thanks before taking the parchment in her telekinesis and inspecting it. The pieces were torn in several places, and the ink had faded almost into illegibility, but Luna could still pick out a few important details. She took the parchment and the adamantium over to the forge, searching around for several other heavy metals and a hammer and running over her plan in her mind.

Tia’s writing is a bit... curt, she thought. But there is enough here for me to work with. Reaching out with her magic once more, she gave the hammer a few practice swings, testing its weight and strength. That task complete, she gathered her materials and set to work, slowly combining the materials according to Celestia’s instructions and crafting her armor in her own image.

Working the metal was an arduous task; the adamantium did not react well with some of the other metals, and Luna had to be extra careful to not ruin the armor. Each strike of her hammer sent cascades of sparks flying, her armor slowly taking shape as she continued her labors. She would have built a suit of armor similar to what her sister possessed, but something stopped her. She looked to her armor and back to the unsmithed metal, then gave a small sigh as she changed the design to be more like that of Horus. A small line of sweat had formed on her brow as she worked, and her already weakened powers had begun to wane as the suit began to take shape.

This armor shall herald a new era for myself, she thought. No longer shall I be shackled by the past. Now, I step forward into the future.

Now, I step into the light.

......................

Sleight-Hoof had set up a few sparring sessions, just to keep his available soldiers sharp. Due to rotations, injuries, and general leave, that left him with Echo, the Twins (Of which only Shadetail was present), a few other Justicars, and about a dozen Acolytes. After a brief round of calisthenics, the Night Guardsponies had broken up into rotating pairs, taking turns to attack and defend from their opponent while Sleight-Hoof watched.

“Now,” he said, kneeling to be at eye level with an Acolyte currently caught in a headlock by Midnight Glimmer. “What have we learned?”

“That batponies don’t like being complimented on their looks?” the pinned Acolyte said.

“He said I had huge flanks.” Midnight Glimmer said, more of a complaint than a statement.

“I know, I was here.” Sleight-Hoof looked to the other Acolyte. “But no; what you got wrong was assuming that ‘witty banter’ was a valid tactic. The enemy will most likely be too focused on killing you to hear your attempts to undermine them.” he looked back to Midnight Glimmer. “And you need to get some thicker skin; while they might not say much in combat, cult leaders love to try and make last minute conversions by playing on your insecurities.”

“Um... yes sir.”

“Good. Reset and continue sparring.” Midnight Glimmer released the other Acolyte as Sleight-Hoof moved further down the line. He did not have to go very far before another Acolyte was hurled over his head, the unicorn landing in a heap a few feet away. Sleight-Hoof turned and saw a massive Justicar standing nearby, the stallion looking fairly nonplussed about the situation.

“Shadetail, you do realize this is a sparring session, right?”

“Yes.” the Justicar replied, not showing much in the way of emotion.

“And tossing around Acolytes like they’re rag dolls improves our effectiveness how?”

“Strength.” Sleight-Hoof frowned.

“I presume you mean them being able to take something like that?”

“Yes.”

“Pull your strikes next time, please; I don’t want to report to the Grand Master that you broke somepony in half.”

“Yes.” Sleight-Hoof continued on before his horn began to pick up a buildup of magic. He stopped in an empty part of the room before there was a loud bang, a skinny unicorn with a wild mane dropping out of the sky right in front of the Force Commander. The unicorn took a moment to collect himself before turning to Sleight-Hoof.

“Hey Boss!” he chirped. “What’s new?”

“You’re late to the sparring sessions, Sparks... again.”

“Am I now?” Sparks rubbed the back of his head. “Well, that makes sense, what with all the ponies around here beating each other up. I was going to come down but I was running this new teleportation experiment upstairs and I didn’t want to get distracted and blow something up, because that would be bad and Commander Shining Armor’s still mad at me for... things. And I think I’m getting closer.”

“Closer to what?”

“Mass teleportation, that’s what!” Sparks beamed before noting Sleight-Hoof’s lack of enthusiasm. “Okay, so I’ve had this theory that you can teleport as many ponies as you want as far as you want, just as long as you have enough unicorns or magic to get you from Point A to Point B. Now, a normal or slightly better than average pony like me could probably teleport, say, three others about a mile or so away, granted they know how to cast a teleportation spell. So, in theory, if you have two ponies cast the same teleportation spell at the same time, synching up everything, then you should be able to teleport either twice the number of ponies or go twice the distance. And you’d get even better range if you have a really powerful unicorn like the Princess or someone.”

“And you didn’t see the disadvantage of bringing a whole bunch of unicorns for longer trips, not to mention the supplies needed for them? It would be a logistical nightmare.” there was a pause.

“... I’ll check my notes later. Maybe something mechanical to act as a teleporter might work... kind of like how the headsets for non-unicorns help them carry swords and stuff... Okay, I’ll get to work on that.” Sparks turned to leave before Sleight-Hoof stomped on his tail to keep him from going anywhere.

“Sparring first, mad science later.” another pause.

“... I can live with that. Maybe blunt force trauma might bring out some more ideas. Thanks for hearing me out, Boss.” Sparks freed his tail and trotted into the sparring groups, looking for a partner. Sleight-Hoof sighed and continued his rounds, stopping at the last pair just as Echo knocked her opponent’s hooves out from under her.

“Next time try moving.” the blind Justicar said, flicking her clawed boots into a stored position and helping her opponent back up.

“But how did you-” the other pony began, only to have Echo silence her.

“I can hear your heart beating and every movement your sword makes through the air. Not only can I dodge easily, but I never lose track of where you are.” Echo smiled. “Go get a drink, and we’ll continue this later.” the other pony nodded before departing.

“First pest control, now you’re giving out your secret?” Sleight-Hoof asked, feigning surprise. “You hit your head or something on our last mission?”

“I’m in a good mood this week, sir.” Echo replied, turning her head in the general direction of Sleight-Hoof. “Would you rather I be in a bad mood?”

“It’d be a little closer to normal, that’s for certain.” Sleight-Hoof noted Echo’s frown. “And I mean that in the best possible way.”

“Aw, you flatter me.” Sleight-Hoof rolled his eyes.

“Take five until your sparring partner returns.” he said before beginning to move on.

“Don’t want to fight me?”

“My standard method of cheating doesn’t exactly work on you.” Echo did not respond, but Sleight-Hoof guessed that she had probably just shrugged and moved on. His round of the sparring sessions complete, Sleight-Hoof returned to his observation point. He would have loved to join in, but that was the problem with being a Force Commander: you were usually the last one to get any kind of practice, which was not saying much.

“I’m impressed.” a voice said from behind Sleight-Hoof. He turned and saw Princess Luna entering the room, but what really caught his attention was what she was wearing: she was clad in a midnight blue suit of armor, much more intricate and heavily built than any other suit Sleight-Hoof had seen before. Her neck was guarded by two large pauldrons, one containing the image of the moon while the other showed an upward facing crescent behind a wolf’s head. Her chestpiece was dominated by a silver alicorn, wings spread wide as if preparing to take flight, and a large mace dangled from a clamp on her hip. “It has been some time since I have seen soldiers drilling, and yours are much more efficient than some of the forces I have seen.”

“Thank you, Princess,” he said, giving a small bow. “I’m glad to see you approve.” Sleight-Hoof regarded Luna for a moment; going by a minute eye twitch and a slight ripple in her feathers, he could tell that she was slightly nervous. Maybe it has something to do with all that time she’s been locked away... “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Hmm? Oh, I was just... trying to get a better feel for the military organization of the modern era, that’s all.”

“In full battle armor?” a pause.

“I just finished forging this a few hours ago. I felt that I needed to get used to moving around in it before trusting it in combat.”

“Well, we’re not exactly at war with anyone, so you’ll have lots of time to get used to it.” Luna raised an eyebrow. “And I mean that in the best possible way.”

“I’m sure you do.” Luna looked towards the others. “Why are you not participating?”

“Odd number of ponies, and there needs to be somepony observing the troops.”

“Can’t you practice at the same time as you observe, or do a rotation with some of your subordinates?” Sleight-Hoof had to resist the urge to smack himself in the face. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?

“That’s a good point, Princess.” he looked into the group. “Sparks!”

“Yeah boss?” the Justicar called out from his position, where he was pinned beneath a fellow Justicar’s forelegs.

“I’m going to get some practice in, so you take over for observation.”

“Why? You fighting the Princess or something?” all activity in the room stopped, with every single Night Guardspony looking up to Luna and Sleight-Hoof. The Force Commander was at a loss for words; he’d just wanted a simple sparring session, not a fight with a pony who had almost killed Princess Celestia one thousand years prior. although, she wasn’t exactly Luna then...

“I wouldn’t mind.” Luna answered, stepping forward and bringing out her mace. “I haven’t sparred in some time, and I need to strengthen my telekinesis.” she looked to Sleight-Hoof. “What say you?”

“... Sure, why not?” Sleight-Hoof and Luna stepped into the practice arena, the other ponies backing up to give the two some room.

“This should be interesting to watch.” Echo said.

“You can’t watch it anyway.” Sleight-Hoof muttered as he got into position.

“Eh, I’ll hear you guys well enough. My bet’s on the Princess.” Sleight-Hoof ignored Echo, turning towards Luna and drawing his sword before bringing the weapon up into a guard position. The two stood there for some time, waiting for the other pony to make the first strike.

Seizing an opportunity, Luna rushed forward while sweeping her weapon towards Sleight-Hoof. Not even bothering trying to block, Sleight-Hoof rolled out of the way, the mace passing very close to his head. he got back up and swung, and was surprised when Luna nimbly skipped out of the way of his attack. She darted back in, hoping to knock Sleight-Hoof over with her armored bulk, but a quick thrust from his sword forced her to pull back. The ponies surrounding them watched every single strike traded between the two, some taking sides and cheering the combatants on.

“Is this a normal occurrence when you spar?” Luna asked, deflecting another strike.

“Not particularly, no. Maybe it’s you they’re cheering.” other than a small blush, Luna made no other remark, instead rushing forward and almost knocking Sleight-Hoof to the ground. He recovered and pulled back into another guard position, Luna slowing up and searching for an opening.

As Luna circled, Sleight-Hoof shifted his right leg a little, allowing a small pouch to fall into his hoof. When Luna rushed forward once more, Sleight-Hoof hurled the pouch at her face, sand exploding from the pouch when it connected with Luna. However, the distraction did little to stop Luna’s charge, and in his surprise that his trick actually worked Sleight-Hoof had no time to dodge. Luna collided with Sleight-Hoof at high speed, the two tumbling over one another before coming to a rest near the far wall.

“Sand? Really?” Luna asked once they came to a stop.

“Something new I wanted to try.” he replied. “You don’t approve?”

“No, I think it’s a great idea; blind your opponent while you go in for the kill. But in a sparring session?”

“My drill sergeant said that the only thing you’re trying to achieve in combat is winning; how exactly you achieve that is up for interpretation.”

“... But a sparring session?”

“... Okay, so I might have overdone it a little... Care for a rematch?”

“Of course.”

...

The sparring sessions ended just before sunset. The various Night Guardsponies broke off in small groups, some going to rest for the following day while others prepared to take the night shift guarding Canterlot. Sparks and Shadetail had disappeared, possibly to do science, leaving Luna alone with Sleight-Hoof, Echo, Midnight Glimmer, and a few other Acolytes.

“I wanted to thank you, Force Commander,” Luna said as she gathered up her things. “I wanted to thank you for the sparring session. It has been the most enjoyable experience I have had in a long time.”

“If you ever come back, I’m sure the Force Commander would be more than happy to see you.” Echo chirped, drawing a glare from Sleight-Hoof.

“While I’d hate to think of what my ‘esteemed’ colleague could be thinking about, she’s got the right idea; if you ever want to talk or spar with one of us, we’ll be here.”

“Unless we get called away on a mission.” Midnight Glimmer said.

“I thank you for your hospitality.” Luna said, giving a small smile. “I... I admit I did not connect well with some of my soldiers one thousand years ago. But now I have my chance, and I thank you for it.” Sleight-Hoof gave a small nod of thanks as Luna turned to leave. “I would like to speak to all of you soon, just as a chance to get to know you all.”

“Happy to help, ma’am.” Luna exited the training room, the others turning back towards each other. As she stepped out into the evening air, Luna noticed that she was smiling, warmth flowing through every joint in her body.

You did well, Luna, the voice of Horus whispered.

...............

The portal brought Anlindē and Galas somewhere in the center of the town, near a large tree that also functioned as some kind of building. The seer had to commend the Equestrians for getting innovative with trees, but that was not her main goal. A strong deposit of magic resided here, and if she could tap into it plenty of information could be revealed.

“Galas, stand guard and make sure that nopony is able to interrupt me.” Anlindē said before pulling over several runestone from a pouch.

“How am I supposed to do that? Snipe them from nearby buildings?” the Ranger asked, a bit of sarcasm lingering in his voice. Anlindē focused her mind for a moment, chanting a small incantation before a wave of magic swept over Galas. When it had dissipated, the deer now looked like a mint-green unicorn with golden eyes and a two toned mane, much to the displeasure of Galas.

“This disguise should make you blend in with the populace.” she said before continuing to set up her runes.

“My ancestors are probably rolling in their graves right now.” Galas muttered, seemingly unaware that his voice had risen several octaves because of the illusion. “How long will this last?”

“Until I am finished with the rituals. Now quiet; I am trying to concentrate.” Anlindē kneeled and closed her eyes, opening her soul to the Empyrean and skirting its currents in search of signs. At first she found nothing, but soon she began to pick up trace amounts of energy, most emanating from the nearby tree but others coming from further magic deposits.

The strongest seem to be coming from the Equestrian city on the mountain, she thought, focusing her attention on those tendrils. I suppose that should be our next stop. Hopefully there will be enough places to hide without Galas having to-

“Seer! Someone’s approaching!” Galas whispered, breaking Anlindē’s concentration for a brief instant. Rather than admonish the Ranger for his stupidity, she cast a quick cloaking spell over herself to hide from view, a small prayer to the gods running through her mind as she watched Galas.

Six ponies exited the tree, all of them chatting about something Anlindē could not pick out. The seer could detect strong magical power radiating off the six, something that piqued her curiosity. Perhaps those six have something to do with the Lost... I shall have to investigate this at a later time. They did not seem to notice Galas, and if they did they were too focused on their current path to worry about the Ranger. As they drifted out of earshot, Anlindē could hear Galas give a small sigh of relief.

“Next time, Seer, could you disguise me as something less demeaning, like a plant?” he asked.

“Next time find some way to alert me to the ponies’ presence without breaking my concentration!” she snapped, dismissing her illusions and returning Galas to his normal form.

“What did you want me to do? Write it down on a piece of paper and give it to you to read?”

“You’re creative; I’m sure you’ll find a way.” she sighed. “It doesn’t matter now; I have the information we need, and now we must move on.”

“Where to?”

“The most dangerous part of Equestria; right beneath their ruler’s eyes.”

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Horus was quiet today. This had Luna worried; every day after her sparring session with the Night Guard she had met with him to practice using her powers again, but now she could find no trace of the Primarch. She tried every divining method she knew, even the ones that Horus had taught her, but to no avail. Had she been younger and less sure of herself, she might have panicked, but she knew Horus’ strength; even if he encountered something dangerous in the Warp, he would be more than capable of holding it off... she hoped.

Horus will return to me... she thought, opening her eyes and rising out of her meditative position. As she cleared her mind, in order to allow some of the residual Warp energy to fade, she heard a knock at her door.

“Enter.” the door opened and in stepped Cadence, the younger alicorn stopping just past the threshold. When Luna saw her, she frowned slightly. “Cadence, right?”

“Yes,” Cadence said, giving a small smile. “Can we talk?”

“I have already apologized for my outburst the other day. I don’t see what-”

“No, I mean, can we just talk? No titles or anything?” It took Luna a moment to realize just what Cadence was asking. She’s trying to make casual conversation... I can do this.

“Oh. Apologies for being harsh. Please, make yourself comfortable.” Luna used her telekinesis to levitate a few cushions over, Cadence nodding her thanks and sitting down. Once the two were seated, there was a stretch of silence before Luna spoke. “So... Is there something you wished to know?”

“Well, I just wanted to know how you were adjusting and if there was anything I could do to help?” Luna hesitated for a moment, but managed to recover quickly.

“I appreciate your concern. I have worked to make some kind of connection with the ponies of the Night Guard and... Well, I’m not sure if it’s garnering any kind of success.”

“Give it a little time.” Cadence smiled. “I’m sure things will work out for you.”

“I suppose so. I have seen what happens when one rushes ahead, and it is an experience I do not wish to repeat.” there was another pause. “I... I assume you know more about my past. Do you mind telling me about yourself?”

“Oh, of course.” Cadence fluffed her wings a little. “Um... well, aside from speaking with Auntie... I mean, Princess Celestia-”

“Apologies for interrupting, but why do you refer to her as your aunt? I know she said you were her adopted niece, but I am still confused to the arrangement.” Luna raised an eyebrow. “Does that make you my daughter?”

“What? No.” Cadence’s face flushed red. “I’ve just spent so much time around her, training and learning, that she’s more like family than a teacher.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” yet another pause. “What does that make me then?”

“Well, since you are Celestia’s sister, I guess that makes you my aunt as well... I think.” Cadence looked away for a moment. “This is actually a lot more confusing than I thought it would be.”

“I have visited the ruins of Tzeentch’s Labyrinth; believe me when I say that there is little that is as confusing as that place.” Cadence chuckled. “But you seem like a fine mare. I would be happy to claim you as my niece.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, please continue. You said that my sister has been training you?”

“Ever since I was a foal.” Cadence fluffed her wings a little. “At first it was just basic magic skills, but as I grew older she began teaching me about other things: the Warp, how to shield my mind, different tactics and strategies that sort of thing.”

“No offence, but you do not strike me as a military leader.” Luna raised her eyebrow again. “What sort of tactics did my sister teach you?”

“... All of them?” Cadence gave a small smile. “I may not look it, but I am well trained in most forms of combat, even some that won’t exist for some time.”

“I see. Which Legion do you command?”

“I don’t command any Legion.” there was a pause as Luna mulled this over. She knew the position of the Legions as Equestria’s shield, but that was a thousand years ago. Perhaps some things had changed since then.

“I suppose that is something we shall have to discuss at another time. But enough on matters of the military. Tell me more about yourself.”

“Well... I foalsat Princess Celestia’s personal student for a few years... I think you met her. Twilight Sparkle?”

“The purple unicorn with the dragon assistant? Yes, I have met her...” the memory of one Dawn Sparkle came to mind, but Luna suppressed that memory before continuing. “She is close to you, yes?”

“Oh yes. She’s the greatest little filly I’ve ever known. She’s a bit... obsessive at times, but she’s a sweet pony and a wonderful student. And...” another pause, with Cadence looking away from Luna. “Her brother’s pretty nice, too...”

“You are attracted to him, are you not?” Luna asked, causing Cadence to panic a little.

“I-I never said anything-”

“I am several millennia old, dear Cadence; I may not have much experience with romance, but I do know enough to see when one pony is in love with another.” Cadence blushed, but said nothing as Luna continued. “As you said you had military experience, I will try to explain this to you as a commander; you have an opportunity presented before you, and you must seize that opportunity before it has the chance to slip away from you, else you will be lost and unable to recover any ground. If you know this colt likes you, then tell him of your affections, and if you already have, then do not lose momentum and make sure that he is committed to you.”

“Well, he is... it’s just that I think he’s a little hesitant.”

“Then make him realize that his hesitation is wearing on you. I know that it might seem like I am trying to pressure you into something you might like to take a bit slower, but if you take it too slow then you have a chance of losing this colt.”

“You really think so?”

“I may not know much about love, but I do believe that you must take initiative.” there was a pause before cadence smiled.

“Thank you for your advice, Luna.”

“I am always available to deliver it.” Cadence nodded and stood, heading towards the door. “Oh, Cadence.”

“Yes?”

“If you don’t mind, I would like to speak to you again sometime soon, if you are willing.”

“I’d be more than happy to.” Cadence gave a small nod and exited. Once she was gone, Luna closed her eyes, reaching out into the Warp in search of Horus once more.

Horus... are you there? No answer. Horus, I’m worried. I know time has no meaning in the Immaterium, but you have never been silent for this long. Is there something wrong?

More than you can imagine. An image of Horus formed in Luna’s mind. His armor was rent in several places, blood splattered across his clawed gauntlet. He himself seemed alright, but his face looked weary. We have a problem.

...............

In a field just south of the Griffon King’s palace, a pony waited. His coat was a dark grey, and his face was scarred from many decades of trials. His armor was a mix of black and gold, chipped from use but still as strong as the day he had donned it during the beginning of Equestria’s Crusades. The left shoulder of his armor was adorned by a winged skull, the Mark of the Shadowbolts, while his chest piece and right shoulder were marked by an eight pointed star, the Mark of Chaos.

As the moon rose over the Griffon Kingdom, Scorpan waited.

“You are early, Shadowbolt.” a voice growled from the shadows. Scorpan looked out of the corner of his eye and saw the Drakeguard lord step into the clearing. The Earth Pony was a giant compared to the Shadowbolt, his face concealed behind a bloodstained visor. Two spikes were mounted on the Drakeguard’s shoulders, several skulls of ponies, Diamond Dogs and Minotaurs impaled upon them.

“I did not realize that punctuality was a sin, Lord Talon Hoof.” Scorpan replied, not even bothering to turn and face his “master”. “I would have thought that one of us should arrive early, just in case our ‘contacts’ decided to test our dedication.”

“Do not speak of sins, fool. I know my path, and I shall reap that which is mine with or without your assistance. And if these weaklings consider my devotion at fault, I shall make sure that they die screaming.”

“I have no doubt that you will be given the chance, but now is not the time to speak of such matters; our contacts are here.” the two ponies looked to the other end of the clearing as a collection of griffons stepped forward. Their armor bore only a few markings, but Scorpan was able to identify the leader of the group, a grey feathered griffon with black tipped wings and a false foreleg.

“You are the ones that said you would assist us in our cause?” the griffon asked.

“Indeed.” the Drakeguard lord said, taking a step forward. “The warriors under my command thirst for the blood of Equestrians. Once the Loyalists march to war, they shall remember the blades that bathed in their blood long ago.”

“Let’s not be too hasty, my friends,” Scorpan said, stepping to be between the griffon and Talon Hoof. “There is no assurance that the False Empress will pledge her forces to war... not yet, at least.” he looked to the griffon. “Have your agents carried out my suggestion?”

“One is on his way to the Griffon King as we speak.” the griffon commander said. “Another should arrive in Equestria in a few days.”

“Is there something you are hiding from me, Shadowbolt?” Talon Hoof asked, glaring at Scorpan.

“I asked our friend here to carry out a few assassinations for me. With the king dead at the hands of a ‘pony’, the griffons will be raring to take up arms against the Equestrians, and if an attempt is made on the False Empress then they may return the favor. I did not tell you because I did not wish to trouble you with minor details such as these.”

“Very commendable, Shadowbolt. I may still have some use for you.” Scorpan frowned, but said nothing else. Talon Hoof turned back to the griffon. “Once you have declared war on Equestria, we shall muster our forces and destroy the Loyalists once and for all.”

“And what of us?” the griffon asked. “What do I gain once you have driven the Equestrians from here?”

“You dare ask demands from me?!” Talon Hoof barked, simmering with barely contained rage. “I, who slaughtered dozens on Appleoosa Ridge, who delivered the skulls of the greatest Minotaur Chieftains to the Blood God, who tore out the throat of Tiamat, the queen of dragons-”

“Patience, Lord Talon Hoof.” Scorpan said, trying to calm the Drakeguard. “Our friend here means no disrespect, merely a reminder of the Dark Gods’ favor.” This did seem to calm Talon Hoof, but only slightly. It will be enough, thought Scorpan before turning to the griffon. “When this is over, and Equestria has conceded defeat, we shall grant you power and favor that will make you the most feared lord of this world.” The griffon’s eyes brightened, causing a small smirk to spread across Scorpan’s face. Mortals, always so quick to accept a deal without delving into the consequences.

“That is fair.” the griffon said, taking a moment to compose himself. “I shall make sure that my forces assist you in any manner possible.”

“They shall be put to good use.” Scorpan turned to Talon Hoof. “Is that fair enough, Lord?”

“... I suppose.” the lord growled. “We must depart now; I will marshal my warriors for the coming slaughter.”

“Very well.” the griffon gave a nod of respect. “I shall contact you once we are at war with Equestria.” and with that, the griffon and his entourage turned and left, the two ponies watching them go.

“Fool.” Talon Hoof muttered. “He thinks that he will get away with such insolence?”

“He will receive his punishment in due time, Lord.” Scorpan said, turning to leave.

“Indeed.” the Drakeguard turned and looked at Scorpan. “But do not think I will forget your insubordination, Shadowbolt. I require your services now, but once I have given my offering to Khorne you will suffer my wrath.”

“Oh, I am quaking in my boots. If only the Dark Gods would come and save me from your wrath.” Scorpan said, spreading his wings and taking flight before Talon Hoof had a chance to respond. The Shadowbolt smiled; deceiving members of the Drakeguard was rather easy, almost insultingly so, but it still amused him to no end.

But he had other matters to attend to besides his amusement. He swooped low, spying a small light among the black forest; a hut of sorts, the light being from a fire that Scorpan could see through the window. He took a moment to set his boots’ talons in place before diving, using his armored bulk to smash through the wooden structure.

The griffons inside had no time to react to Scorpan’s intrusion. Even if they could, it was doubtful that they could stand against the Shadowbolt, he who had fought dozens of campaigns and slayed many of Equestria’s Finest in the last millennium. The Shadowbolt’s claws flashed forward, shredding fur, flesh and bone with ease. Scorpan smiled as the screams of the dying reached his ears, although he was careful to keep a reign on his bloodlust.

“W-why?” the last griffon asked as Scorpan advanced on her. “Why are you doing this? W-we did nothing wrong.”

“I realize that.” Scorpan said, raising his claws once again. “I apologize for the intrusion, but the spell I plan to cast requires blood sacrifice, and yours will do nicely.” before the griffon had a chance to respond, Scorpan plunged his claws into the griffon’s stomach, twisting them around to make sure she would die. “Do not despair, child. Sing praises to the Dark Gods, for the death of you and your family draws the final victory of Chaos closer.” with the last griffon dead, Scorpan stowed his claws and looked around. Five dead, three of them chicks. More than sufficient.

Scorpan dipped his hoof into one of the pools of blood, scratching out a few symbols on a clear section of wall. These symbols would have driven a lesser being insane, but Scorpan had long ago given in to the allure of the Dark Gods; insanity was to be expected. His ritual complete, Scorpan waited before a shimmering portal formed out of the blood markings.

“My lord, our plan is proceeding as scheduled.” Scorpan called through the Warp. There was a pause before a presence came over him, one of power and destruction.

“Excellent, Scorpan,” a voice rumbled through the portal. “You have proven yourself to be a most valuable asset.”

“You honor me, my lord. Although there is the problem of Talon Hoof; while he is devoted to slaughter, allowing him to have his way might misdirect if not delay your arrival.”

“I trust you have a plan to deal with him?”

“Oh yes, my lord. One that I hope you find satisfactory.”

................

There was a tremor in the Empyrean, one that disturbed Anlindē greatly. While she felt tremors often, there was something about this one that set it apart from the others. This one spoke of pain, of destruction on a scale that would see the world burn.

“Seer?” Galas whispered, breaking Anlindē out of her thoughts. “I believe I have found a sheltered spot from where you can focus.”

“Very good, Galas. Show me.” the Ranger nodded, leading Anlindē down a path between two buildings. Occasionally they would stop, to avoid detection from a few ponies who were still wandering around at night. Anlindē considered casting a shroud spell on Galas and herself, but decided that she needed more energy to focus on finding the Lost. Once the coast was clear, they moved on until Galas found a small garden near the castle.

“It’s slightly exposed, but if you stay close to the bushes then you should be unseen.” Galas said.

“This will do nicely. Thank you for your vigilance, Galas.”

“Anything to serve you, my lady.” Anlindē nodded and began to set up her runes. “My lady, do I have to be disguised again?”

“It’s the safest thing to do, Galas. Once we leave Equestria, you and I will no longer have to worry about remaining unseen.”

“But... could you disguise me as something other than a pony?”

“I know it’s demeaning, but it’s the best disguise for a land like Equestria.” Galas opened his mouth to say something, but stopped and merely sighed.

“Whatever you feel is best, Seer.” Anlindē nodded and focused her magic, surrounding Galas in a shroud before leaving the image of a brown Earth Pony with an hourglass cutie mark standing where the Ranger had been.

“Now stand guard. This should only take a few minutes.”

...

“Do you think that the Force Commander likes the Princess?” Midnight Glimmer asked Echo as the two patrolled the southern quarter of the palace. If her eyes worked properly, Echo would have rolled them, but she had to settle with merely flattening them against her head.

“Romantically, no; the Force Commander’s not stupid enough to approach a Princess with those kinds of feelings. Besides, it’s not like he’d be able to act on it in any way.”

“What do you mean?”

“When you’re made Justicar, they forcibly remove your sex drive, so your only devotion is to serving Equestria.” Echo could not see her, but she could hear Midnight Glimmer’s heart rate pick up, indicating a mix of surprise and fear.

“Y-you’re joking!”

“Yeah, they just castrate you instead.” Echo grinned “It stings for the first few weeks, but you’ll get used to it eventually.” Midnight Glimmer gave a whimper, causing Echo to chuckle. “I’m just teasing you.”

“Well... it wasn’t very funny.”

“Watching you freak out was amusing. But anyway, what I want to say is that you should focus less on romantic relationships and more on doing your job. I mean, what would happen if we just sat around all day bickering about who was in love with who?” Midnight Glimmer did not say anything, and the two bat ponies continued walking in silence. As they headed down another street, Echo could sense that the Acolyte was calming down a bit, possibly to the point where she would start speaking again.

“Justicar?” Midnight Glimmer asked. “Why did you join the Night Guard?”

“What else is a blind bat pony supposed to do?” Echo responded, rounding another corner. “It’s not like I have a bunch of suitors lining up to take me out on a date or anything. Can’t really do a lot of other things, and I have good hearing, so I didn’t really have anywhere else to go.”

“Oh.” there was a pause. “I always thought it was because you liked fighting.”

“Who told you that?”

“Some of the older Acolytes.” Echo chuckled.

“They’re not wrong, but that’s not the primary reason. I just needed something to do in my life, and the Night Guard seemed like a good idea. Why do you want to know?”

“Well... I just feel like I don’t know enough about anypony here. It’s rather-”

“Hold that thought.” Echo rose into the air, making sure the two repeating crossbows strapped to her forelegs were loaded first. She had picked up another heartbeat, one that was too soft to be a normal pony. Slowly she approached the sound, mentally preparing herself for anything. “Acolyte, what do you see?”

“Um... can’t you hear whatever it is?” Midnight Glimmer asked.

“Only to some extent. What do you see?” there was a pause, with Midnight Glimmer moving forward towards the source of the disturbance.

“It’s just a civilian. An Earth Pony by the looks of it.”

“No it’s not.” Echo brushed past Midnight Glimmer, crossbows raised. “You there!”

“Who, me?” the pony asked, confused. “Have I done something wrong?”

“Possibly. What are you, and why are you here?”

“Justicar, it’s just an Earth Pony-” Midnight Glimmer began, but Echo cut her off.

“No he’s not. His heartbeat is wrong, and the way sound echoes off him doesn’t fit any pony I know.”

“But he looks like an Earth Pony.”

“It’s an illusion, Acolyte.” Echo raised her hooves, aiming at the target’s head. “Identify yourself, or I will shoot.”

“Stupid Equestrians,” the “pony” said, Echo noticing a significant drop in his voice. “Always barging in where no one wants them.” The creature leapt away, and Echo was able to get a good image of just what it was.

It was taller than a pony, and lightly built with slender legs and a longer neck. He was dressed in loose robes and some kind of lightweight armor, and Echo could detect a long, slender weapon that he was now bringing to bear on her and Midnight Glimmer. Echo dove and tackled the young Acolyte just as the creature fired, a hot beam of some unknown material slamming into the ground where Midnight Glimmer had been standing. Seeing that his shot had missed, the creature sped away, ignoring the two crossbow bolts Echo fired after him.

“Acolyte, go get the Force Commander and anypony else you can find. I’ll stay on this thing’s trail.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Echo reloaded her crossbows and took off after the target, swooping between building after building in her pursuit. The creature was fast and incredibly nimble, taking corners and leaps that would cause most ponies to crash or injure themselves. Occasionally he would turn and fire at Echo, each shot coming dangerously close to hitting the Justicar. Echo would reply in turn, hoping that the right firing angles and enough bolts would catch the target off guard and bring him down, but the creature dodged each shot she fired with ease.

Whatever this thing is, it’s good... she thought, dodging another shot. Really good.

...

Anlindē cursed her misfortune. She had been so close to completing her task and getting out of this godsforsaken city, and then Galas was spotted by two guards and was now being chased across the city. Anlindē was not even sure how he had been discovered; her disguises had never failed before, why would they now?

I can’t lose focus, she thought. I must continue my search, and then I will show these ponies my wrath. She focused again, relocating the magic ley lines in the Empyrean. A few other guards were moving into the area, but they did not notice Anlindē. She slowed her breathing and her heart rate, nullifying anything that might give away her position. Soon, she was alone again, and she opened back up to the Empyrean.

However, as she opened her soul she failed to notice another pony approaching.

“I thought I felt a tremor in the Warp.” a voice said. Anlindē did not open her eyes, but once again she cursed this turn of bad luck. “I thought it might have been one of my guards misusing one of their spells, or worse a Chaos incursion, but seeing you I do not know what to think.”

“That seems to be the norm of your kind, Equestrian.” Anlindē spat, giving up on her attempts to focus and using her magic to draw her sword. “If you have any sense of self preservation, you will leave me.”

“I cannot do that, creature. You have intruded into my city, and are using unknown magics that might threaten the populace.”

“Maybe you should consider that what I am doing is to save the world.” Anlindē charged up a spell, preparing to strike at the interloper. “I warn you, Equestrian. I am versed in many forms of combat, and I will not hesitate in batting you away like a fly if you do not leave me be.”

“Know your place, creature-”

“I will not be treated like some beast! I am Anlindē, Seer of the Clan Elynia, devoted leader of deer, and I will erase you from existence for your intrusion!” Anlindē’s eyes snapped open and she thrust her right hoof forward, firing a bolt of lightning at her intruder.

Once she saw the pony she was attacking, she began to regret her decision. It was a mare, dressed in blue armor and wielding a large mace. Her mane was a swirling mass of energy that looked like the night sky, and her coat was a deep shade of blue. She possessed both the horn of a unicorn and wings of a Pegasus, and she had fixed Anlindē with a cold stare with her turquoise eyes. As the lightning arched out at the mare, her horn shimmered and the bolt deflected off to the right before exploding.

“You may be a powerful mage, deer,” the mare said, raising her mace. “But I am the Warmistress of Equestria, sister of Celestia, Empress of Ponykind and Forger of Worlds. And I shall make you suffer for threatening my subjects.” with that, the mare lept forward, swinging her mace in a downward arc. Anlindē ducked to one side, sweeping her sword towards the mare’s shoulder. Her blade scraped across the metal but failed to break through, and Anlindē had no time to strike again before the mare swung around, her mace colliding with Anlindē’s sword and almost knocking it from her grasp.

“You seek to challenge me?” the mare asked, putting her weapon into a guard position.

“Khaine guides my blade, Equestrian, and he shall deliver you into my hooves!”

“Bold words... But I doubt that your god has any power here.”

...

Echo had tracked the target to the Canterlot gardens. It was the perfect hiding spot, with plenty of trees and shrubs to use for cover. She ducked behind the nearest bush, flicking her ears around for any unusual sounds.

All she could hear was the wind rustling the leaves. No hoof steps, no heartbeat, no breathing; it was as if her target had disappeared entirely. Staying low, Echo crept to the next tree, twitching her ears once again for any sound.

Nothing. She crept forward again.

*Twitch*

Echo dove to the left, narrowly avoiding a blast from the target’s weapon. Using the beam’s heat as a beacon, she aimed her crossbows in the direction of the target and fired. There was a crash as the target lept from its vantage point, and Echo fired again as the thing scrambled for cover.

No other sound. Target lost.

Echo crept back into cover, reloading as she did so. She could not tell if the enemy was moving or not, and that made her frustrated more than anything. She rolled into another bush, holding still for a few more seconds before searching again.

*Twitch*. Nothing.

Echo let out a small sigh and kept moving. The Canterlot Gardens were rather large, and it could take all night before she could find her target. And the enemy was incredibly skilled with its weapon, skilled enough that it got the drop on her more than she would have cared for.

*Twitch*. An unusual heartbeat. Got you.

Echo fired, both bolts slicing through the underbrush. The thing lept away in surprise, and Echo tracked it before firing another shot. This salvo missed, and the enemy fired at her once more, forcing her to dive for new cover.

It was on the run again. Echo smiled and prepared to give chase.

...

“Explain what happened, exactly.” Princess Celestia said to the nervous Night Guardspony standing in front of her.

“Well, I was on patrol with Justicar Echo when we saw this pony. The Justicar challenged him, and he turned out to be some kind of animal I have never seen before, and it fired at us with some kind of magic beam weapon.”

“Are you sure it was magic?” Shining Armor asked. “I know the Iron Hooves have been working on some odd technologies; maybe this was something they had developed.”

“No, it was magic; it made my ears all tingly.”

“And that proves it’s magic because...?”

“Bat ponies are naturally more attuned to magic than most other ponies.” Celestia said. “I would have thought you knew this, Commander.”

“Sorry, Princess,” Shining Armor gave a short nod. “It’s a bit late; it must have slipped my mind.”

“Apology accepted. Now,” Celestia turned back to the bat pony. “Please continue.”

“Yes, your majesty. Anyway, Justicar Echo sent me back to our Force Commander while she pursued the target alone, and then he sent me here to report to you.”

“Why didn’t you go find Luna? After all, she is your Legion’s charge.” the Night Guardspony fidgeted around for a moment.

“I couldn’t find Princess Luna, your majesty.” Celestia frowned, but did not answer right away.

“Go back to your unit and support your Justicar. I’m sure my sister will be alright on her own.” the Night Guardspony saluted and left, leaving Celestia alone with Shining Armor. “Commander, I want you to move two companies to the palace and make sure that nothing gets in or out.”

“Right away, Princess.” Shining Armor saluted and left, Celestia turning towards her throne as he departed. She made a quick look into the Immaterium, hoping to find some explanation for what was going on.

*Twitch*.

It took one second for Celestia to summon her sword. By then, her assailant had begun his leap from his hiding spot. Two seconds, and Celestia was spinning around to face her attacker. Three, and the power field built into the sword had activated, energy running down the length of the blade. The would-be assassin was already about a quarter way to Celestia, a knife covered in some kind of poison clutched in his talons. Four, Celestia sidestepped her attacker and brought her sword down. Five, the sword passed clean through the attacker’s right wing and foreleg, both limbs dropping to the ground and unbalancing the griffon.

As the griffon crashed to the ground, Celestia turned and pinned her attacker with a hoof, pointing her sword at the griffon’s eyes. “If you know what’s good for you, you will surrender to me and avoid any more needless conflict.” The griffon said nothing, but Celestia could tell that he was willing to surrender by the look on his face.

Perhaps this is all the information I need.

...

Luna deflected another blast from her foe, leaping forward and pulverizing a wall with an errant strike. The deer seer was fast, but Luna was still able to keep up with her. She had not tried any combat spells to avoid as much collateral damage as possible, but she had still left a noticeable trail of destruction while pursuing her target.

I can fix that later... that might help me connect with the populace. Luna swung again, causing the enemy to lose her footing and tumble into a nearby courtyard.

“Give up, seer.” she called, rising up into the air with a beat of her wings. “You cannot defeat me.”

“Misguided fool!” the deer cried, firing another spell. “You would delay me and doom the world to destruction?” This caught Luna’s attention; the deer had mentioned saving the world before, but like now she had not been too specific.

“Perhaps if you told me what is happening, we could work together to stop it.”

“And risk having you derail my plans? What kind of fool do you take me for?!” the deer fired another spell, Luna dodging before diving down towards the seer, mace raised. The deer stepped back, her own weapon raised, and there was a loud crash as the two combatants collided, Luna’s power and the deer’s magic forcing the other back. Luna tried to fortify herself with her powers, but this caused her to tumble forward, her armor digging a massive furrow in the ground.

As she pulled herself up, ready to face her opponent, she saw that the deer was gone. The air around her tingled with magical residue, hinting at a teleportation spell of sorts. Luna reached out with her own magic, trying to locate the seer, but she found nothing. However, as she opened her eyes, she saw the broken remains of the deer’s sword lying on the ground before her.

Well, at least this fight was not a total loss.

...

Galas had ducked behind another corner. The Equestrian following him was relentless, even more so than many other creatures he had faced, and it had a knack for tracing his shots with surprising accuracy. He peaked around a corner, spotting the mare moving slowly to not draw fire.

I intend to end this. Galas raised his rifle to his shoulder and was about to pull the trigger when something touched him on the shoulder. Galas whipped around and saw Anlindē, the seer panting from exhaustion. “What happened?”

“I was spotted and attacked.” Anlindē said, turning and leading Galas down an alley. “I managed to escape, but I’ve lost my sword. We’ll need to get back to our territory and resupply before we can continue on.”

“As you wish, my lady.” As Galas covered her, Anlindē opened another portal through the Empyrean. After one last check to make sure they were not being followed, the two deer slipped through, the portal winking out of existence as soon as Galas had crossed the threshold.

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Preparations

Luna waited outside the room. She would have loved to have been inside, interrogating the prisoner herself, but a more rational part of her brain told her that there would be a time for that. Instead, she focused on the memories of her battle with the deer witch; it had said that it was trying to save the world, but from what? Horus’ condition earlier that day had led her to believe that Chaos was on the march once again, but she could not be certain. Maybe the deer was an agent of Chaos, trying to sow discord among Equestria.

If that were true, would my sister know about it?

“Luna.” Luna looked up as Celestia came down the hallway, followed by her personal guards. “One of your Guardsponies said that you had an encounter tonight?”

“I did.” Luna straightened up. “I was alerted by Force Commander Sleight-Hoof that one of his Justicars had engaged an unknown enemy. I went to follow them, but on my way I saw... a deer.”

“A deer?”

“That’s what it called itself. It appeared to be a sorcerer of some kind, and when I attempted to subdue it the deer attacked me and I was forced to give chase.” Celestia frowned, looking away for a moment.

“I don’t remember creating deer... did it say anything else?”

“Well... it said it was from some clan called ‘Elynia’, and it tried to invoke some god named ‘Khaine’-” Luna was interrupted when Celestia abruptly grabbed her and pulled her closer.

“‘Khaine’? Are you sure it said ‘Khaine’?”

“Tia, I never forget what has been said to me.” Celestia let go of Luna cursing under her breath.

“If it did mention Khaine... then the situation is worse than I imagined.” Celestia looked up at Luna. “I told you of the Eldar, did I not?”

“I... I think so. You mentioned them in a few of your stories, but I don’t see how they could affect our world.”

“The Eldar traveled through a realm known as the Webway.” Celestia began to pace. “It’s like the Warp, but it is mostly shut off from daemonic incursions. The Eldar used it to travel across the galaxy without having to risk their people being trapped and consumed by the denizens of the Warp, and part of their empire was based inside the Webway before the Eldar fell.”

“But that was back in your old universe, wasn’t it?”

“The Webway exists outside of reality, just like the Warp. It is also massive; I don’t think the Eldar ever opened all of the Webway Gates.” Celestia looked to Luna. “If this deer invoked the name of Khaine, then it is possible that the Eldar might have engineered them or made contact with them and sent them here.”

“Why, though?” silence.

“I do not know. The Eldar enjoy their schemes and plots. If they had a reason to come here, I dread to think what that reason is.” Celestia shook her head. “I will deal with this matter later. For now, we have more pressing issues.”

“There is another thing, Tia.” Luna shuffled her hooves a little. “I... I think something attacked Horus.” Celestia blinked, and Luna could see small cracks in her composure; her wings twitched slightly, her ears flattened against her head.

“What?”

“Horus contacted me today, and his armor was heavily damaged. He did not stay for very long, but he said that he had found a disturbance in the Warp and went to investigate it.”

“If there was a disturbance, why didn’t I feel it?”

“I don’t know; maybe Horus’ investigation had something to do with it. But he found the disturbance... or rather, it found him.”

“What?” Celestia took a step forward. “What found him?”

“... He said something about a daemon, a very powerful one at that, and then I lost contact with him.” the silence that followed was one that Luna had never experienced before, and never wish to afterwards. Celestia’s gaze grew stony, her jaw tightening ever so slightly.

“It appears that my vigilance is failing.” Luna blinked in surprise; she had assumed that Celestia was more than capable of blocking the interference of Chaos, but that no longer seemed to be the case. Luna set these thoughts aside for a moment and followed after Celestia, the two alicorns stepping into the room where the Night Guard had the prisoner secured.

“Princesses.” Sleight-Hoof said, bowing once Celestia and Luna entered. “We’ve interrogated the prisoner, and he said he was paid by a General Blackwing to assassinate you.”

“Did he mention anything else?” Celestia asked. “Anything related to Chaos?”

“No; he was ordered by General Blackwing to come here and assassinate you.” there was a pause. Celestia looked to Luna, then back to Sleight-Hoof before pushing past him and approaching the prisoner. The maimed griffon backed up as best he could, trying and failing to get away from Celestia.

“Please, I’ve told you everything I know-” the griffon said, but Celestia raised a hoof to silence him.

“I’m sure you have told me everything.” she said before touching her horn to his forehead. “But I just wish to make sure.” there was a pause before the griffon started screaming, thrashing about in agony as Celestia tore through his mind. Luna looked on, another small part of her feeling that she should try and put a stop to this.

No. I won’t. This is to find the corruption of Chaos. Soon the screaming stopped, the griffon slumping over as Celestia turned back to Luna.

“I really did not want to do that, but...” she sighed. “I have my answer. This griffon was present when Blackwing made contact with several Traitor Legionnaires, predominantly a Shadowbolt and a Drakeguard commander. I don’t know what the exact discussion was, but I am certain that the Traitors were the ones that wanted Blackwing to kill me.”

“Why?”

“Why else? They have been trying to destroy Equestria for the last thousand years, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve victory. The griffons are not wholly innocent either, or else their attempts at expansion over the past two hundred years have been seriously over exaggerated.” Celestia moved out into the hallway. “But that doesn’t matter now. What does matter is that Chaos has managed to slip under my watch, and it has pushed the griffons towards war.”

“And what is our course of action?” a pause.

“I will not stand by and allow the forces of Chaos to continue growing. If we stand idle they will grow in strength until we cannot defeat them. We must strike quickly and destroy their forces and their allies before they are allowed to become too strong.”

“So... does that mean we are at war?” there was a long pause, Celestia looking off into space while Luna waited.

“Guards, leave us.” the guards nodded and left, Celestia waiting until they were gone before speaking again. “One thousand years I have tried to keep peace and order throughout the world. One thousand years I hoped to forge a society that you and I could rule together, a society without war or loss. When you returned, I made you my Warmistress in the hopes of giving you some semblance of familiarity, but I had hoped that you would never need to use that title.”

“Tia, I was always ready to fight in your name-”

“Do you think that’s what I wanted?!” Celestia cried, turning to face Luna. It took Luna a moment to realize that Celestia had tears in her eyes, and this caught her off guard more than anything. “I never wanted this for you, Luna! I never wanted you to be my Warmistress, to go out and kill in my name! I wanted you to stand by my side as my sister, nothing more, and nothing less! I wanted you to be happy, to go out and help our subjects and love them like I love you! I wanted you and me to rule Ponykind in peace, but the universe never seems to listen to what I want!” Celestia turned away, her body shaking from suppressed sobs.

“Tia,” Luna took a step forward, resting a hoof on Celestia’s shoulder. “I know it may seem like the universe is against you, but you need to look beyond the failure. You brought life to a world, you have watched over it and protected it for millions of years, and you saved me from the clutches of Chaos. Yes, we may have to go to war, and ponies and griffons may die, but in the end, I know that the forces of Chaos will be broken, and you and I will be able to maintain peace throughout this land.”

“You are very hopeful that this will turn out in such a way.” Celestia said. “But I gave up on hope a long time ago.”

“It’s not hope, Tia.” Luna turned Celestia towards her, giving the older mare a smile. “It’s faith. Hope is something I want to happen, but faith is something I know will happen.” there was another pause, and slowly a smile formed on Celestia’s face. She pulled Luna into a tight hug, tears streaming down her face.

“Thank you, Luna.” she said. “Thank you for being the greatest sister a pony could have.”

“You’re welcome, Tia.”

..............

Anlindē’s surprise came not from the ease of her escape, but rather her destination. She had tried to return Galas and herself to Everfree Castle, somewhere they would be safe, but instead she had found herself deposited at the Seer Council, the deer looking at her with thinly concealed disdain.

“Anlindē,” the head Seer said as Anlindē gathered herself. “What have you done?”

“Only what was asked of me.” she responded. “I searched for the identity of the Lost-”

“And dragged us into a war.” one buck interrupted. Anlindē’s composure broke, and she began to sweat. They couldn’t have traced me back here, could they? That mare might have been powerful, but not that powerful.

“I-I did not mean to attack them-”

“We know, but what you did was foolish.” Chanthal said. “You could have divined the identity of the Lost from your quarters, but you chose to travel to Equestria, right into several of their most populated cities, and risk exposing yourself.”

“I never meant to-”

“Silence, child!” the head Seer barked, loud enough to cause Anlindē to flinch. “Your actions have broken a shroud that we have worked so hard to maintain. Worse, your little escapade coincided with an attempt by the Great Enemy to slay the ruler of Equestria, thereby tainting our image and making us appear as associates to Chaos.”

“The Equestrians will declare war on the Griffon Kingdoms,” another doe said. “And they will have orders to find us and kill us as well. We are not prepared for warfare on the scale the Equestrians will bring, and we have not fully directed the griffons to fight them as one unit. Worse, if the forces of Chaos are able to locate our brothers and sisters-”

“I didn’t know about the Chaos incursion!” Anlindē cried, collapsing to her knees. “If I did, I would have stayed here and not done anything rash! Please, do not blame me for my lack of foresight.”

“You are a Seer!” Chanthal responded, her horns flaring slightly. “You are supposed to rely on your foresight in everything, and that you so willingly disregarded the tenants of your path-!”

“Enough!” the head Seer shouted, silencing all but Anlindē’s whimpers. “We must not bicker about this. Anlindē, leave this glade while we decide your sentence.” Anlindē bit her lip, trying to regain some of her composure. Failing that, she nodded and left, slipping through the trees until she was certain she was far enough away. She stopped and sat down, fighting back tears as she tried to calm herself and clear her mind.

“My lady?” she looked up as Galas approached, the Ranger sitting down across from her. “What happened?”

“I am a fool, Galas.” she said, looking to the ground. “I have brought unneeded hardship upon our kind. I have exposed them to the horrors of war, and the Great Enemy. The Council is deciding on my punishment as we speak.”

“But that was not your fault.”

“Yes it was!” Anlindē snapped her head up to look at Galas. “I was in that city when the Great Enemy tried to murder Equestria’s ruler. I was caught by this ‘Warmistress’. If I hadn’t been there, we would still be safe. Now...” she looked down again. “Now I don’t know what to do.” there was silence, Galas looking around as Anlindē continued to try and calm down. They sat in silence for several minutes before a voice rang through Anlindē’s head.

“Return to us, child.” the head Seer said. Anlindē nodded out of impulse and stood up.

“I go to face the Council now.” she said, her voice flat. “It has been an honor working with you, Galas.” Galas tried to say something, but Anlindē turned and walked back into the clearing, bowing once she had entered. “I give myself over to your judgment.”

“Rise, child.” Anlindē did so before the head Seer responded. “Anlindē of Clan Elynia, you have placed the deer at risk of war and destruction. For this we pass judgment.” there was a pause, Anlindē closing her eyes in anticipation.

“Fix this.” the Council said. Anlindē opened her eyes, confused.

“What?”

“Do not be dense, child,” a buck said. “You placed our kind in danger. The Council is willing to give you a second chance, if you can remedy the problem.”

“... What must I do?”

“Take a force of Guardians and Aspect Warriors. Herd the Great Enemy towards the Equestrians and away from our clans, and you will be absolved of your sins.”

“Why? I mean, I know the value of defending our brothers and sisters, but why give the Equestrians more reason to hate us and hunt us down?”

“You do bring forth valid concerns, child.” another Seer said. “But we do not have the forces to destroy the enemy on our own; the Equestrians, on the other hoof, do. Also, if you prophecy concerning the lost still holds weight, then it is possible that we can direct the destruction towards the powers of Chaos and rid the world of their taint.”

“But what if I fail?” she asked, taking a step forward. “What if my actions lead to the destruction of the roe enclaves, or of our kind as a whole? What if the Lost is revealed, and the world consumed by death at its return?”

“What constitutes as failure will be determined by us. Go in peace, Anlindē of Elynia, and may the gods show favor upon you.” Anlindē remained motionless for a few moments, finally nodding in reverence and exiting the clearing. Galas was still waiting outside, the Ranger joining her as she walked.

“What did they say?” Galas asked.

“They want me to make sure that the forces of the Great Enemy are focused on Equestria, not on us.” she sighed. “Galas, do you know any other Rangers that might be willing to join me?”

“Several. What is your plan?”

“We must head to the Griffon Kingdoms. I will devise a plan that will save our kind and hopefully calm Equestria’s wrath.”

.................

Although he hated to admit it, Scorpan was impressed at Talon Hoof’s ability to gather supporters. Already hundreds of Traitor Legionnaires and aspiring cultists had gathered within his camp, preparing for the battle to come. Drakeguard, Shadowbolts, Iron Stallions, all had come to join under the banner of Talon Hoof.

But Scorpan was not looking for those that swore loyalty to Talon Hoof.

The Shadowbolt walked through the camp, his boots sinking into the mud. He looked around at the Legionnaires as they prepared, searching for familiar faces. He spotted one or two Shadowbolts giving sermons praising the Dark Gods and asking for their favor, a welcoming sign among the bloodthirsty Khornates that made up the majority of Talon Hoof’s host. Scorpan was careful not to approach them; while they did have potential on the battlefield, the Drakeguard were not the most trustworthy of allies. The Iron Stallions and the Stalliongrad Guard might be useful, but only if Scorpan could find the right contacts... or more accurately, they found him.

“Well, if it isn’t Scorpan the Herald.” a female voice called from the shadows. Scorpan flicked his eye in the direction of the voice as a bat pony mare stepped forward.

“Hydia,” Scorpan replied as the fellow Shadowbolt fell in step beside him. “I had heard you were slain in Prance.”

“Ah, but the Loyalists are oh so fond of boasting about their accomplishments, are they not?” Hydia chuckled. “And if I were slain, how would I come to acquire my latest trophies?” she gestured to the pair of Celestial Guard helmets mounted on her shoulders. “Standard bearers of 4th and 9th company. I made sure they died screaming.”

“Very impressive, Hydia.” Scorpan grinned. “I wish I had been alerted to the Celestial Guard’s whereabouts, if only to make sure our dear friend Angelus suffered.”

“He retired, apparently, and sired a little parasite that assisted in the defeat of our queen.”

“... I suppose my revenge can wait a while longer.” the two walked on, rounding a pit the Drakeguard were using for “training” cultists. “But enough of the past, why are you here?”

“Why else? To spread the word of Nightmare Moon and forward the agenda of the Dark Gods.” Hydia looked to Scorpan. “But I can tell that you have something planned.”

“Indeed I do, but how do I know that you will not betray me to our ‘Lord’ Talon Hoof?”

“I swear allegiance to Chaos, not Talon Hoof. As if that fool could ever command true respect from me. But you, Scorpan, you are different; I was there for many of your campaigns, and I know you speak with the backing of the gods. Whatever endeavor you have planned, I will follow.” Scorpan smiled. Hydia was a capable warlord, one who could help him greatly once the time for action came.

“Then I accept your assistance.” Hydia smiled as Scorpan continued talking. “Do you have any forces under your command?”

“The standard rabble of cultists and my Shadowbolts, although more are coming every day.”

“Excellent. I have Talon Hoof’s trust, for now, so I shall be able to deploy our forces where they are needed. But I need more ponies who may be willing to offer assistance. You wouldn’t happen to know any, would you?”

“Arabus, a sorcerer of the Order of the Sacred Star, may be of some use; he commands a congregation of magic users and is much more knowledgeable about the Warp than I am. Also, I heard rumors that Grogar the Necromancer was moving his host from the east to join with Talon Hoof.”

“Why? I thought that those two hated each other.”

“They do, but you and I know Grogar; wherever there is death, he is there to expand his armies and spread contamination to the survivors.” Of course he would.

“Contact Arabus and see if he is willing to speak to me. In the meantime, I will investigate if these rumors concerning Grogar hold any merit, and if so I might be able to negotiate a deal with him.”

“If your plan, whatever it is, is appealing to him, of course.”

“Oh my dear Hydia,” Scorpan smirked. “If my plan is successful, then Grogar will have millions of bodies that he can contaminate to his heart’s desire.” Hydia returned the smirk before trotting off to search for Arabus, leaving Scorpan alone in the camp again. Once she was gone from his sight, Scorpan turned and began searching for more Shadowbolts, hoping to bring more to his side.

Why do you seek to enlist the aid of sorcerers? The voice echoed through his mind.

Sacrifices must be made, my lord. Scorpan replied. I will need all the help I can get if I am to free you from the Warp.

Sorcerers are a cowardly and deceitful lot. You should distance yourself from them and stay within my aura of influence.

Under normal circumstances I would agree with you, but our plan is not ready to be executed just yet. I need time, and more power than I possess, and the sorcerers’ divination will be vital in determining the best method of setting you free.

I suppose... But remember where your loyalties lie, Scorpan. You promised that you would release me from the Warp, so that I may slaughter the foes of the Blood God. And if you betray our bargain for some sorcerer’s deception-

Have faith in my abilities, my lord. I devoted myself to spreading the power of Chaos, and I will not back down from that oath until this world and all others burn in the fires of the Warp. I ask that you allow me to carry out my plan, and I shall set you free.

... Very well. But if you do betray me and side with the sorcerers, your skull shall be my first offering to Khorne.

Of course, my lord. Scorpan could feel the presence of the voice leaving him. He set those thoughts aside and moved on, searching for more potential allies while mulling over his plan in his head.

Soon, he would be ready. Soon, the world would burn.

.................

Luna adjusted her armor one last time. It was different than just wearing it for a sparring match; now, she was really going back to war. She would march out against the enemies of Equestria, and lay them low with each strike of her mace and each blast of magic. She should have felt proud, excited even, that she would be back in familiar territory once again.

But she could not forget her conversation with Celestia the other night, before a formal declaration of war was issued. To see her sister, so broken and vulnerable, it was something Luna did not want to see again. But now, I will break the forces of Chaos and bring peace to Equestria... not just for the sake of all who live here, but for Celestia’s sake as well.

There was a knock at the door. Luna turned and opened it, seeing Sleight-Hoof standing outside with four of his Night Guardsponies.

“I was asked to lead your personal entourage, Princess.” he said, bowing. “I hope you will accept me.”

“I already have, Commander.” Luna said, beckoning him to rise. “You and the ponies under your command were the first Legionnaires to really welcome me back to Equestria, and your skills are like none I have seen before.”

“We try,” Echo said from the back. “Gotta keep those cultists on their hooves, after all.”

“I... I see.” Luna was still not used to the Justicar’s rather lax attitude, but she would have to learn to accept it. “I’m sure that you all will serve me and Equestria with honor.”

“We will.” another one of the Guards said. “And... if it’s not too much to ask, do you think you can help me with something? See, I’ve been working on this project-”

“Sparks. What did I say about mad science?” Sleight-Hoof said, casting a glare back at the other pony.

“Sorry, Boss. Just got a little excited there.” Luna nodded and moved down the hall, the Night Guardsponies following close behind.

“We leave for Manehattan as soon as possible. The rest of the assigned Legions will meet us there before we sail for the Griffon Kingdoms.”

“Um...” another Night Guard said. “Is that the best place to rendezvous?”

“My sister has made the arrangements, and the Legions follow her command.” Luna turned around. “Why do you think it’s a bad idea?”

“Well...” Sleight-Hoof said. “You don’t exactly have the best reputation in Manehattan.” Then Luna realized what they were speaking of. The Daughters massacred, thousands killed, the entire city burned to the ground in Nightmare Moon’s name, and here she was marching right back into that city.

“That will be an obstacle we shall have to overcome. Whatever sins I may have committed in the past can be overlooked, and in due time Manehattan will see me as their protector, not their destroyer.”

“I don’t know.” Sleight-Hoof said. “No offense, Princess, but Manehattanites are very stubborn when it comes to changing their beliefs... I should know, I was born there.”

“Hey, maybe one of these days when we’re not going around killing daemons and monsters you can show us some sights.” Echo said, giving a cheery smile.

“... You really want me to step into that, don’t you?”

“Hey, we’re going out to fight for Equestria’s survival and everypony’s being all moody.” the Justicar shrugged. “Somepony’s got to keep our spirits up.”

Author's Notes:

Wow, got a lot of inspiration for this story all of a sudden.
So, our factions are on the move: Luna to meet up with her Legions, Anlindē to possibly redeem herself, and Scorpan to KILL MAIM BURN!... actually, he'd have more control than that. Added a dark tag because war is very dark, and there will be lots of war.
Oh, and if you can get the references with all those Traitor Legionnaires, you win an internet cookie
Also, any alternate names for the different Aspect Warriors? I want to stick as close to the Eldar naming schemes as possible, but I still want some things to be unique.
Also also, the mentioned Angelus is this universe's Gabriel Angelos, and his daughter is one of the Mane 6
Still don't own Ponies or 40k. Likes and comments are appreciated, and if I screwed up please let me know.
Oh, and check out this group I made for the universe, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

Old Wounds

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Old Wounds

“Princess?” Luna was awakened from her nap by one of the Iron Hooves Legionnaires, a young Earth Pony colt who had his forelegs and the left part of his face replaced by cybernetics. She yawned and stood up, reaching for her armor and weapons. “We’re approaching Manehattan and should be on the ground in a few minutes.”

“Good, good.” Luna finished strapping on her armor and made her way out of her room, followed by the Legionnaire. The interior of the airship was rather cramped, especially for a pony of Luna’s size, so she took her time moving through the corridors. Around her, Iron Hooves of Clan Tempered Steel slaved away, maintaining and repairing the airship with pinpoint efficiency. Like the colt that had roused her, many were in possession of one or more cybernetic limbs, be they wings, legs, tails, or even horns. At first Luna had great respect for the Legion, if they were to fight so hard and sustain such injuries.

A bit of that respect had turned to uneasiness when she learned that many of those cybernetics were installed willingly.

“Are you please with the airship, Princess?” the colt asked, Luna unsure if he was worried or just trying to promote their work.

“Yes.” she said. “The craftsmanship that has gone into building this vessel is superb, and is a testament to your Legion’s dedication to it’s work.”

“Thank you, Princess.” the colt replied, once again shielding his emotions from Luna. And Celestia thinks I have issues with opening up to ponies. They entered a larger atrium, where she spotted one of her guards speaking to an Iron Hoof as the Legionnaire fiddled with some supports.

“... So you see, all you have to do is get enough enchanted gems to complete the circuit, and then you can just get any unicorn that knows a teleport spell and everything should work out nicely.” Sparks said, giving the Iron Hoof a large smile as the Legionnaire continued his repairs.

“While a bold project, it does run into numerous flaws. For one, the circuitry and the amount of gems required for such a device would make it the size of a small building, thus making it highly impractical for transport. Secondly, the amount of magic required to enchant those gems would create an enormous amount of magical feedback, feedback that could result in the apparatus exploding and killing all present, thus negating any usefulness that could be drawn from the device.”

“That’s why I wanted you guys to look the plans over.” Sparks said, following the Iron Hoof as he moved on.

“I am not in a position to review such schematics. Please speak with an Iron Father and perhaps he may ease your mind.” Sparks mouth hung open, but he said noting. Conceding defeat, for now, he turned and spotted Luna as she entered the room.

“Oh, Princess.” he said, standing up a bit straighter. “Sorry, I had thought you were already awake.”

“I was never fond of mornings,” Luna said.

“Makes sense, seeing that...” Sparks noted Luna’s unamused look and began to pick his words carefully “... That you raise the moon and all... and your name is Luna...”

“I understand.” Luna fluffed her wings before speaking. “Where are the others?”

“Commander Sleight-Hoof took Echo and my brother up on deck to spar. I was down here trying to get these guys to look over some of my work, and Midnight Glimmer... I don’t know where Midnight Glimmer is.”

“Find her and assemble on deck. I want you all to be present with me when we land in Manehattan.”

“Should we bring sound dampeners?” Sparks asked, causing Luna to raise an eyebrow.

“Is there something I should know?”

“Inside joke.” he said, giving Luna a sheepish grin. “I’ll go find Midnight Glimmer.” With that the unicorn turned and left, leaving Luna far more confused than she would have liked. As she came out on deck, she saw Sleight-Hoof and his selected Night Guard sparring with each other. The Force Commander himself was currently squaring off against Shadetail, the massive unicron keeping Sleight-Hoof pinned against the railing. Whenever the Force Commander tried to break and move around his opponent, Shadetail would quickly cut off his advance and drive him back to the railing. Luna watched in silence for several minutes, observing the movements of the Force Commander and the Justicar.

“He’s playing him.” Luna was broken from her observation by the voice of Echo, the blind Justicar walking up alongside her.

“I have not observed this fight for very long, so I would not know what you mean.” Luna responded. “Explain your reasoning.”

“I can hear their heartbeats.” Echo said, giving her ears a twitch. “Sleight-Hoof’s is really controlled, like if he was just standing still, while Shadetail’s is normal for a big guy like him in the middle of a sparring match. The Force Commander wants him to get worn down, then he’ll get his opening.”

“You can tell all that just from their heartbeats?”

“I can learn a lot about a pony from their heartbeats. Like how I learned that Midnight Glimmer has the hots for you; poor girl’s pulse skyrockets whenever one of us mentions your name.” Luna’s eyes widened and she looked to Echo.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Yup, but I did learn that you’re easily flustered.” Luna frowned. “Sorry about that, I just tease the ponies I like.”

“I see.” there was a pause. “If you don’t mind me asking, but how did you come to join the Night Guard?”

“Well, they don’t usually accept volunteers, but I got lucky.” Echo pointed to her ears. “My ears are a godsend to the Guard; you’d be surprised how tricky cultists can be when they don’t want to be seen.” Luna raised an eyebrow. There was something off about what the Justicar had said, but Luna could not tell just what it was. She turned back to the sparring match, just as Sleight-Hoof ducked underneath Shadetail’s attack and knocked the other unicorn to the deck.

“You need to work on strengthening your stance,” Sleight-Hoof said as he put his sword away. “Make sure that you can turn any attack into a counter if necessary.”

“Yes.” Shadetail replied before getting back to his hooves. Seeing an opening, Luna stepped forward to speak with the Force Commander.

“I assume you got word that we would be landing in Manehattan soon?” she asked. Sleight-Hoof put his sword away and turned towards Luna.

“Yes. I just wanted to get some last minute practice in before landing... Manehattan’s kind of touchy about us practicing within their boundaries.”

“I can understand some suspicions regarding the corruption of Chaos, but even practicing?” Luna shook her head. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Old wounds take time to heal.” Echo said from her position behind Luna. “... That’s what my dad always said when I was growing up.”

“That’s it, more or less.” Sleight-Hoof massaged the back of his head. “Manehattan hasn’t really forgiven the Night Guard for what our predecessors did during the Heresy. The Daughters have gotten better, but the general populace still doesn’t trust us. Heck, they’ve even banned Nightmare Night celebrations for the last six hundred years.”

“Well...” Luna thought for a moment. “That I can understand. It seems like a barbaric holiday, one that would encourage traitorous thoughts among the populace.”

“You know that’s the same thing your sister said when they proposed the idea, almost word for word?” Luna raised an eyebrow as Sleight-Hoof continued on. “History lesson as part of becoming a Night Guardspony; we have to read a lot of your sister’s speeches and political letters. Anyway, the ponies of Manehattan don’t really like us, so we try to get in and out of Manehattan as quickly as possible.”

“That most likely will not be an option; after all, we are linking up with the rest of our forces there.” Luna gave a small smile. “Who knows? Perhaps this might be a chance to better our image in the eyes of the citizens of Manehattan.” Sleight-Hoof did not look too sure of Luna’s view, but did not say anything addressing that.

“Anything else you need, Princess?”

“Just prepare for when we land.” Sleight-Hoof nodded before turning to Echo.

“Have you seen Sparks and Midnight Glimmer?”

“They should be along in a bit, sir.” Echo replied.

“I ran into Sparks on my way up here,” Luna said. “I asked him to fetch the Acolyte and report here as soon as possible.”

“If he doesn’t get distracted by something shiny first.” Echo muttered.

“I have a few things I want to collect before we land,” Sleight-Hoof said. “If I may, Princess?”

“You are dismissed, but do not bring too much so we are not slowed down.”

“Yes ma’am. Echo, go find out two wayward ponies before Sparks replaces his foreleg with a cannon or something.” Sleight-Hoof and Echo headed back into the depths of the airship, leaving Luna alone. Luna fluffed her wings and looked out at the approaching city, scanning the many buildings and streets.

Manehattan was a far cry from the city she remembered. Old stone buildings and cathedrals had been replaced by massive constructs of steel and glass. Any sign of its past, be it the ruins of an old wall or outpost, had been replaced or hidden behind the visage of modern advancement. I suppose that’s a positive improvement... I’ll get used to it in due time. Down below, she could see a wide field that currently contained several other airships, some bearing the emblem of the Iron Hooves or one of the other four Legions that had pledged forces to this campaign, while others were marked as civilian transports. Ponies went to and from the airships, loading and unloading various supplies for transport elsewhere, working with speed and efficiency that impressed Luna greatly.

And then her eyes drifted to the unmistakable silhouettes of Legionnaires from the Daughters of Manehattan. The mares were dressed in dark grey and green armor, so as to better blend into the cityscape should the need arise. A few kept their eyes on the descending Iron Hooves airship, and Luna could not shake the feeling that some of them were watching for her. She shuddered as unpleasant memories returned, memories of striking down a mare that she had admired and burning the city to ash.

No... Do not focus on the sins of the past. Focus on the task ahead. She turned around just as Sleight-Hoof and his squad stepped out on deck.

“Ready when you are, Princess.” Sleight-Hoof said, adjusting his armor one last time.

“Good.” there was a small jolt at the airship landed, a sensation that caught Luna off guard at first. I guess that is something else I will have to get used to. There was a series of cries from the ponies on the ground as the airship was tied down, and soon the Iron Hooves began to unload supplies and other items for the ground crews. Luna paid them no mind, instead focusing on the entourage of Daughters led by a middle-aged, teal unicorn mare. From behind her Luna thought she heard one of her Guards shuffle around nervously, but decided to pay it no mind. Once the main gangplank was lowered, Luna and the Night Guard stepped off the airship and approached the Daughters.

“Princess,” the lead mare said once Luna was close enough, after snapping a fresh salute. “Helena Lulamoon, Commander of the Daughters of Manehattan.” Lulamoon? Luna’s eyes quickly darted back to Sleight-hoof, who seemed not to notice. Had there been something the Force Commander had neglected to tell her, and if so why? She set that thought aside for now and looked back to Commander Lulamoon.

“Well met,” she said evenly. “Now, I have heard of some of your Legion’s animosity towards my Guards and myself. What assurance do I have that such feelings will not get in the way of our work?”

“We try to stay professional about these sorts of things, ma’am.” Commander Lulamoon replied, her voice still controlled and official, although Luna did catch a seemingly disapproving glance from the mare that seemed to pass her and fall upon her Guards. That moment vanished quickly before Helena and her entourage turned and started walking towards the city. “Come, the other officers for this mission are meeting at our headquarters.” Luna nodded, falling into place behind the Daughters.

For the briefest of instances, Luna considered reaching out with her power and probing the Daughters’ minds. Her magic had been growing stronger; it would not take too much effort for a small glance. However, as she thought about it more she saw the risk of them discovering her probes and losing more of their trust in her, and she did not want to risk that.

Knowing her mind, she would not be surprised if Horus came to speak to her about trust that night.

Their journey took them to a large compound north of the city. It was smaller than the fortresses of old, but careful analysis of its defenses showed that it was still a strong position; interlocking fields of fire, murder holes, even numerous pitfall traps, and Luna was certain that there were other defenses that she could not see to reinforce those that she could. The gate to the compound opened and Luna got an even better view of the base as dozens of Daughters drilled and sparred in the courtyard beneath the walls. Every movement, every stroke of the sword, all off it screamed of an efficient design honed to perfection over hundreds of years. My sister should be proud that her Legions have come this far.

“Hey, were not getting condescending stares for once.” she heard Sparks say from the back.

“Great.” Echo replied. “When we get back to Canterlot, remind me that the Justicars in Unit 5 owe me money.”

“If you keep talking, that might change.” Sleight-Hoof snapped. All conversation from the group died down, although Luna did feel a bit disappointed as she wanted to know more about her Guards, and listening to them talking to one another was proving to be one of her most effective methods of information gathering. Once again she set her thoughts aside as they were led to one of the larger buildings. Commander Lulamoon nodded and the rest of her entourage peeled off like she turned to face Luna.

“Your guards will have to wait outside, ma’am.” she said.

“Why?” Luna asked. “Does it not defeat the purpose of having guards if they are not here to protect me?”

“The briefing room is secured, ma’am. But I feel that it would be better if only high ranking officers were present.” Luna thought for a moment.

“Force Commander Sleight-Hoof is the most senior of the Night Guard present.” she said finally. “He may join us for the meeting.”

“Are you sure?” Sleight-Hoof asked. “I mean, I’ve studied strategy and all, but aren’t you-”

“My current rank is Warmistress, not Commander; while I do hold rank above you, consider me as more of a supreme commander. As such, you are still acting commander of the present Night Guard, are you not?”

“... Yes.”

“Then I do not see what the problem is.” Luna looked to Commander Lulamoon. “Do you?” the mare worked her jaw for a moment, but ultimately conceded.

“He may join us, but the others will have to wait outside.”

“Fair enough.” Sleight-Hoof said. “Echo, you’re in charge until I get back.”

“Got it.” Echo gave Sleight-Hoof a salute before he and Luna stepped into the building. Luna noticed immediately that it had been built for ponies that were not wearing as much armor as she was, and she found herself having to control her movements so as to not bump into anything. How does my sister put up with this?... Then again, she never conducted strategy meetings inside... Luna was partially relieved when they stepped into a large room, where four other ponies were waiting. The first was the current leader of Clan Tempered Steel, easily distinguishable due to his cybernetic leg and right eye. The next was a young colt dressed in blood red and orange armor, which Luna guessed meant she was a member of the Firebirds. I think I liked them better when the armor was a bit brighter. The third was an older mare dressed in red and gold robes, a stave resting next to her. The last was a rather happy mare dressed in the white armor of the Plainsrunners, who gave Luna a little nod as she entered.

“My fellows,” the mare in red said. “We are assembled, so let us begin our preparations.” her horn shimmered for a moment before a detailed map of the Griffon Kingdoms and surrounding territory appeared, with several markings noting major fortifications and cities.

“From what Starlight Shimmer was able to learn,” Commander Lulamoon “The majority of the Griffon forces are marshalling in the lowlands here, between our lines and the capital.” he used her magic to circle the area in question.

“How many?” Luna asked.

“Ten thousand, at least, split between several generals and factions.” Starlight Shimmer replied. “That is only an estimate, sadly; the tides of the warp were harsh, and I could not get as good of a view as I would have liked.”

“Chaos sorcerers might have done something to block your scrying.” Luna stated before looking back at the map. “And what forces do we have?”

“Clan Blackshield mans the fortresses along the border.” the Iron Hoof said. “Current strength is about two hundred Legionnaires, not to mention auxiliary forces.”

“And Firebird Company 5 is acting in reserve.” the Firebird representative said. “If there is an attack, they can provide a rapid response to hold the enemy until our forces arrive.”

“A wise choice.” Luna said, turning back to the map. “This would be an even fight were it not for the presence of the Traitors.”

“We’ve faced worse odds before, ma’am.” Commander Lulamoon said. “And we have you on our side now; that’s got to count for something.” Luna’s ears flattened against her head, but she said nothing. She studied the map for a moment before speaking again.

“Our strongest position appears to be in the north.” she said. “That is where they will attack.”

“Ah don’t mean ta sound like a fool,” the Plainsrunner said. “But wouldn’t they try ta break ‘round our best position.”

“If there are followers of Khorne among their ranks, no; they will want to be where the fighting is fiercest. But you do bring up a valid point, and there may be members of the Griffon or Traitor forces who would want to exploit this.” Luna eyed the map again. “I will send word to our forces to keep an eye on the southern parts of the border, just in case. Now then, let us discuss our plan for attack.” Luna looked up at the Plainsrunner. “I’m sorry, but I do not know your name.”

“Goldrenette Apple, ma’am.”

“I see. Anyway, if the enemy does move towards our forces, I want you to take your Legionnaires around the right flank and attack from behind. From there, try to draw as many of them away as possible.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Starlight Shimmer,” Luna said, looking to the mare. “What forces do you command.”

“I have pledged four companies of Everfree Sentinels to this mission, all of them well learned in the magic arts.” Luna blinked.

“I have heard of your Legion’s power. Why so many?”

“That is a personal matter I would like to discuss with you after the meeting, my lady.” the Great Mage replied. Luna nodded and continued on.

“Starlight Shimmer, in light of this revelation I want you to divide your force in two. One will help the Iron Hooves reinforce the fortresses, the rest will come with me once we launch our counterattack.”

“I will notify my Archmages that they will be under your command. I will take the second force and reinforce the Iron Hooves.”

“Fair enough.” Luna turned next to Commander Lulamoon. “Commander, you and your selected forces will be a part of my counterattack.”

“Some might be a bit uneasy about serving under you, ma’am.” Commander Lulamoon stated.

“Then they shall have to learn to respect my commands. What forces do you have?”

“I have committed three companies. The rest will remain here to make sure that Equestria stays safe.” Another bad image, and Luna noted that her fur was standing on end.

“I see.” Luna nodded before turning her attention to the last of the ponies present, the Firebird representative. “Again, I am not the best with names.”

“Sunflash, ma’am.”

“Sunflash, I want you to support the Plainsrunners, as your fellow Legionnaires will be assisting with the relief of the fortresses.”

“I understand, ma’am. I promise that we will not fail you.” Luna nodded. It was good to see such dedication to duty from someone so young. Perhaps there are more like him.

“We shall finalize our plans once we reach the front. From there, I should have a better grasp on the tactical situation.” The commanders nodded and prepared to leave, save for Starlight Shimmer, before another thought came to mind. “Also, once we arrive in the Griffon Kingdoms I want you to keep a lookout for any unusual creatures.”

“Unusual creatures?” Starlight Shimmer asked, an eyebrow raised. “You mean... like daemons?”

“No, not daemons. I... I can’t really describe them without going into too much detail. Just report to me any strange sightings.”

“Will do, ma’am.” Commander Lulamoon said before muttering to herself. “Would give us an excuse to brag to the Tree-Shaggers a bit.” Luna had known of the petty rivalry between the Western Rangers and the Daughters of Manehattan, so did not press the matter. As she turned back, she did notice that Commander Lulamoon and Sleight-Hoof were giving each other slightly hostile glances.

“Did I do something to offend you, Aunt Helena?” Sleight-Hoof asked, his voice much more biting and cold than Luna was used to.

“Nothing new.” and with that Commander Lulamoon left. Luna frowned; she did not like the hostility between the Daughters and her Guards. That same hostility had almost turned the Daughters and the Western Rangers against each other... and might have been what Tzeentch had played upon to cause Luna’s fall.

I shall deal with this before it becomes too divisive. One by one the commanders left the room to meet with their own officers, leaving Luna alone with Sleight-Hoof and Starlight Shimmer.

“Now, what was this personal issue you wished to discuss?” Luna asked. Starlight Shimmer shuffled her hooves a bit.

“It’s... It’s a personal matter, as I said.” Starlight Shimmer’s horn glowed, an image of two ponies appearing. The largest looked just like the mare that stood before Luna, while the smaller one bore a striking resemblance to the Great Mage, albeit with brighter colors. “I have a daughter, named Sunset Shimmer. Like many of the unicorns in my line she was very magically gifted, almost a protege. I taught her as much as I could, to get her ready so that one day she could join the Everfree Sentinels and serve by my side. Your sister even gave her some lessons and taught her even more.”

“You must be very proud.”

“... I was.” the image changed, Sunset Shimmer looking older and a bit angrier. “As she grew older, Sunset’s ego grew along with her desire for knowledge. She became arrogant, seeing herself above other magic users... above me.” Starlight Shimmer shrugged. “I suppose she might have been right in that last regard, but she never let it go. Her desire for knowledge and power began to cloud her judgement, and she accused me and your sister of holding her back.”

“My sister would never willingly hold someone back...” Luna looked down. “I would know; it was my own delusion of that which caused me to fall to Chaos.”

“I know...” Starlight looked down. “Which is what I feared has happened to my daughter.” there was a long pause before Starlight spoke again. “About ten years ago, we had another argument. I can’t even remember what it was about, but we both said things that should not have been said. Later I went to apologize to her, but... she was gone. Her weapons, armor, spellbooks, all of it gone. I had the entire Legion search for her for weeks, but I could never find her.

“Until I battled a sorcerer named Arabus in Southern Prance. I was moving in to slay the sorcerer when... I saw my daughter fighting alongside the Traitors.” Starlight blinked back tears. “My own daughter, a Traitor, stolen from me by... a monster.”

“That’s why you are committing such a powerful force, proportionately speaking.”

“Sunset Shimmer has evaded capture from one company before,” Starlight looked back up at Luna. “I figure four companies, with me leading them, will be enough to draw her out. I know you might think that is obsessive if I am hunting only one mare, but I will get my daughter back, and I will take whatever action is needed short of swearing myself to the gods that corrupted her.”

“I admire your dedication,” Luna said, stepping towards Starlight. “And I hope that you succeed in your quest to find your daughter. However, you must remember that we have a war to fight, and I need your assurance that you are focused on our ultimate goal of defeating this menace and bringing peace to the world.”

“I know.”

“If it’s any consolation,” Sleight-Hoof said from behind Luna. “We can be on the lookout for your daughter and try to capture her.”

“Your offer to help is appreciated.” Starlight said, giving Sleight-hoof a smile. “Thank you.”

...............

Anlindē sat in a meditative stance, her eyes closed as she prayed. She prayed first to Khaine, asking for the Bloody Hoofed God to guide the weapons of her kin in the battle ahead. She did feel a small prickle of rage and bloodlust flow through her, but her Training as a Seer allowed her to subdue it. She then prayed to Isha, asking the goddess to watch over the loved ones of her Host, and to guard her children from the battle ahead. She repeated the same prayers a few times, her soul reaching out into the Empyrean for some kind of answer. Of course, she would not know when she would receive an answer, but she still searched.

Her prayers said, Anlindē rose. She turned and walked back into the clearing where her fellow deer waited. They numbered less than one hundred and fifty, mostly Guardians from her own Clan but there were others as well. The next most common group would be the Banshees, lithe black-tail does from Clan Landar armed with wickedly sharp blades, and the numerous Rangers that Galas had called. There were others, Reapers and Dragons primarily, but no major weapons, as Anlindē wanted her Host to be able to move as quickly as possible.

She approached a small tent near the center of the camp. Waiting outside for her were two warlocks, chosen by Chanthal to watch over her and assist her quest, and standing beneath the shadow of the tent was Galas, the bottom half of the Ranger’s face hidden behind a mask. Galas did not let his expression fall, and Anlindē had a good guess as to why; Rangers were seen as aloof wanderers, and any break in their emotions was considered a herald to something bad. Anlindē knew better, her mother having walked the Path of the Ranger before siring her, but she also knew that some traditions and beliefs would take more than a junior Seer like herself to break.

“You were delayed in your prayers,” said Lédinor, and older red-tail buck, as Anlindē approached.

“It is nothing.” she replied, passing them and entering the tent, the warlocks and Galas following close behind. “I just wanted to make sure my prayers were heard and that I would not receive any more visions.”

“No doubt,” said the second warlock, a Mule Deer named Vólrand. “I do not want to sound impatient, but we are delaying.”

“Of course.” the deer sat down before Anlindē began speaking. “Our mission is to draw the Great Enemy away from the roe enclaves, and to ease the advance of the Equestrian Legions.”

“So we do away with one threat while welcoming another?” Vólrand spat.

“The Equestrians only have the slightest of ideas of who we are and where we are, and as such will not be hunting for the rest of our kind.” Anlindē closed her eyes. “They will most likely be looking for our group, though, which is why speed is of the essence.”

“And is it any wonder as to why they’re looking for us?” Vólrand said. “Your little stunt within the Equestrian capital has broken the secrecy of our kind. Who know what else might befal us-”

“Vólrand, that’s enough.” Lédinor snapped, causing the mule deer to go silent. “Young Anlindē knows her sins and is trying to correct them; browbeating her will only make the problem worse.” the red-tail turned back to Anlindē. “Now, you were saying?”

“While the Equestrians will be looking for us, we are not their main enemy; the forces of Chaos are.” Now,” Anlindē conjured a map and lay it before her. “According to our Rangers and my divination, the main forces of the enemy are near the capital but should be advancing west in a few days. Now, if you will notice there are dozens of supply depots and sentries between the griffon forces and the Equestrians. My plan is to destroy as many of those as possible, as quickly as possible, so the Equestrians will be able to advance without the griffons and the Great Enemy knowing of their position.”

“Risky plan.” Galas said from the back.

“I know.” Anlindē replied. “I would have sent you and your Rangers out alone to complete these raids, but we’ll need my magic if we are to cover this much ground so quickly.”

“Once you have destroyed these emplacements,” Vólrand said. “What is your plan then?”

“Admittedly, it involves leading the enemy closer to the holdings of Clan Ethiliel.” as Vólrand began to object, Anlindē cut him off. “Your clan is more than capable of handling such a force, and if my plan works we may not even have to fight them.”

“And if it fails?” Anlindē’s jaw twitched slightly.

“My visions have foreseen success of our mission. Even if something goes wrong, we shall not be defeated.” Vólrand looked doubtful, but said nothing. Anlindē knew it would take some time to win him over, mule deer being well known for their stubbornness. Lédinor will be helpful; after all, he did serve my father. “Now, our first strike will be at this fort here,” he pointed to a point on the map with her hoof. “I need you to assist me in opening a Webway gate to a field just to the north, so that we may strike and escape without much difficulty.”

“For a group of this size, a Webway portal should not be too difficult.” Lédinor mused, stroking his chin. “When do we depart?”

“News from the capital will most likely reach the base by tomorrow. We’ll strike at dawn the next day to catch our targets by surprise.”

“I can run a scouting mission to make sure that there have not been any alerts.” Galas offered.

“Do so.” the Ranger nodded before ducking out of the tent.

“It would make more sense to get a red deer to lead this kind of operation,” Vólrand said. “After all, Clan Illyias is better known for their hit and run attacks than Elinya, are they not?”

“I was born to Elinya’s line, and I will not depart from that path,” Anlindē replied, her anger becoming more pronounced. “I am trying to help our kind as best I can, and I need support more than I need petty criticisms. I do not seek to lord over you, Vólrand, but I am in command of this Host, not you, and I will not tolerate underhoofed comments about my plans or leadership skills.” Anlindē’s horns flared briefly for emphasis. “Now, I must rest to conserve my energy. you two are dismissed.” Vólrand turned and left, but Lédinor remained behind.

“You shouldn’t let an ass like that get to you.” the old warlock said.

“I am aware of that.” Anlindē replied. “It’s just... I am under a lot of pressure right now, Lédinor; my success or failure will define the fate of our race for many years after. I just... I just don’t want to fail.”

“And you won’t, as long as Khaine guides your blade and you are there to guide us.” Anlindē did not feel convinced, but had no time to voice her opinion before Lédinor spoke. “Your father had similar feelings when he led the warriors of Elinya and Landar against the Griffon Kingdoms.”

“My father was a great warrior and leader; I have none of those qualities.”

“Do not give in to your doubts, Anlindē.” Lédinor gave Anlindē a stern look. “You are much stronger and more capable than you think. When you were born, your father spoke to me through the Empyrean and said that you were the most powerful and beautiful fawn he had ever seen, and he was proud to call you his daughter.”

“I know... He always reminded me of that.”

“And yet you seem to be forgetting that. The blood of Elinya runs through your veins, and that marks you as a leader and guide of our kind, just as your father was. You have the capacity to be the greatest Farseer to have graced this realm, but you must take control of your fate and step forward before that can happen.” there was a long pause before Anlindē looked up at the aged warlock, a hint of a smile gracing her lips.

“I thank you for your counsel, Lédinor. I shall keep your words and the words of my father close to my heart.”

“You are welcome, Anlindē. Before I leave, there is something I want to give you.” Anlindē raised an eyebrow as Lédinor’s horns shimmered. There was a pause before a spear appeared before him. It was a beautiful weapon, gilded with silver and other precious materials, and the blade glowed blue with psychic energy. A line of runes ran down the shaft, each one flickering for the briefest of instances as Anlindē looked at it.

“My father’s spear.” she whispered, taking the weapon from Lédinor. As she took the weapon, she heard a faint humming in her ears, as if hundreds of souls were singing to her through the Empyrean. “I thought it lost when he died.”

“He gave it to me shortly before he died, and he instructed me to keep it safe until you had become a full Seer. I give it to you now, in the hope that his soul may guide you in your quest.” Deep down, Anlindē wanted to reach over and hug Lédinor, but her regimen as a Seer forbade her from expressing such emotions too often. She was certain he understood what was going through her mind, but he made no sign that such a fact was true. Anlindē held the spear close to her before speaking again.

“I thank you, Lédinor, for gifting me with this weapon.”

“The pleasure is all mine, young one.” Lédinor rose. “By your leave, I must retire as well.” Anlindē nodded, and with that the warlock departed. She sat alone, turning the spear over in her magic. She felt like a fawn again, playing around in her mother’s old armor when Anlindē was certain her mother was not home. Then, she was a gallant warrior battling against Diamond Dogs and griffons and minotaurs, one whom Khaine himself favored above all others.

Khaine may not show his favor on me as I believed he did then, she thought, raising the spear up. But perhaps, some of his power does.

...............

Sleight-Hoof stood outside the barrack the Night Guard had been given. It was rather run down, but it was still stable enough for them to sleep in. But sleep had eluded the Force-Commander, as numerous memories had come to mind. That was why he hated coming to Manehattan; too many bad memories.

“At least you’re doing something with your life.” he heard Aunt Helena say, all those years ago. “Same about the choice of Legion, though.” Sleight-Hoof shook his head, but more memories came back.

“You just didn’t want to try harder, didn’t you?” his mother. “No wonder your magic is so weak.”

“Hey,” he was startled from his memories by Echo, the Justicar gliding down from her position on the roof. “What are you doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” he said. No use lying to the mare who could hear him as he lied. “Bad memories.”

“Ah, say no more.” Echo fluttered her wings a little. “It’s about your aunt, isn’t it?”

“You know I don’t have to tell you about this, right?” he said, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“You’re still going to, since I’ve served under you the longest and will give you honest answers.” there was a pause before Sleight-Hoof sighed. She’s right... again.

“I never really told you about my family, did I?”

“Not even when I got you drunk on my birthday.” Echo stated. Sleight-Hoof gave her a blank stare before she continued on. “Anyway, what about them? I can see why your aunt might be a little hard on you, but what about the others?”

“My aunt looks civil compared to them.” Sleight-Hoof noted a nearby bench and sat down, Echo following soon after. “My father was a magician, and a pretty famous one at that. ‘The Great Presto Lulamoon, doer of magnificent things!’ they called him, and ponies from all over the world would come to see his act. Even Princess Celestia praised his abilities.”

“Wow, sounds like a cool guy.” Echo said. Sleight-Hoof continued on regardless.

“When I was born, my parents expected me to be a gifted magical user like him, so I could continue on the family name. But... I was really weak, magically speaking.” he sighed. “I couldn’t even lift a spoon until I was eight. And since my magic was lousy, so were my skills as a magician. Oh, I could do a few card tricks and make objects disappear, but anything bigger and more impressive than that?” he shook his head.

“So you’re not good with magic,” Echo said. “Most unicorns aren’t.”

“Most unicorns aren’t children of renown magic users. Everyone saw my lack of talent and thought that I was either lazy or just a failure. My own family thought I was lazy or a failure.” he sighed again. “My mother was at least blunt enough to say it to my face. My father never said anything about it. When my sister was born and she showed more than enough skill with tricks, it was like I didn’t even exist.” Echo was silent, staring off as if she were trying to focus on something in the darkness.

“I can’t say I know what that’s like,” she said finally. “My sister and I got along great, and my mom and dad never stopped telling us how much they loved us.”

“Lucky for you. I was lucky if my father ever spoke to me for more than two minutes. When the Night Guard came to recruit me, my family pretty much threw me to them. My aunt was only hostile to me because I was in the Night Guard and didn’t try to join a different Legion, so I guess I have some good fortune.” Sleight-Hoof looked up. “I haven’t spoken to my family since I made Justicar.” there was a long pause before Echo spoke again.

“Maybe you should talk to Princess Luna about this.” she said. Sleight-Hoof opened his mouth to object, but Echo elbowed him to shut him up. “I’m not done yet. I... there are some ponies in my life that I haven’t been able to forgive yet, but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Luna’s had it a lot worse than any of us, and she’s had to deal with it for almost a millenium. If there’s anyone who’ll know about how to deal with this sort of thing, it would be her.” Sleight-Hoof’s spirits rose slightly. Luna did seem invested in her guards, and maybe this was something that both of them could benefit from.

“Okay, I’ll try that. Where is she?” Echo’s ears twitched for a moment.

“Meditating. You might want to talk to her tomorrow when you’ve both had some time to rest.”

“Right.” Sleight-Hoof stood up and turned back towards the barracks. “Thanks for letting me vent, Echo.”

“No problem. After all, what are Justicars for?”

.............

A crude stage had been erected from which Scorpan would preach his message. It was a small improvement over his usual pulpit, and for that he was thankful. Already a growing crowd of cultists, Traitor Legionnaires, and even a few griffons had formed in front of the stage, and he waited a bit longer for the last few to trickle in before he began to speak.

“My brethren,” he said, gesturing to the crowd with an armored hoof. “I come before you today to dispense terrible news: you all have been lied to.” there was a murmur of confusion from the crowd as Scorpan continued. “It is a sad fact, but it is true. For the past thousand years you have been deceived by a cunning foe. She has beguiled you with delusions of peace and harmony, lured you in with promises that she has been unable to keep.” he paused for a moment, just long enough to create some tension in the crowd.

“I was once a victim of her lies. Before I was enlightened, I was but a lowly captain of her Legions, swept up in ‘patriotic’ fever and unaware of my place in the world.

“But then, as time went on, I began to see through the lies. I saw the fragmented frame with which she had tried to hide her real self with. But I could not fully act on what I saw, until my eyes were fully opened by our Beloved Prophet, Nightmare Moon. It was by her power that the weight of the False Empress’ lies were broken, and I realized what had to be done.

“The ways of order are naught but deceit and restraint. Only through Chaos can we achieve our true destinies.”

“Only through Chaos.” the cultists and Legionnaires in the crowd chanted.

“Chaos is our strength.” Scorpan said, raising a hoof into the air for emphasis. “It is by Chaos that we can break through the lies of the world, and by Chaos we claim what is rightfully ours. Before I was enlightened, I was no one, an errand boy forced to kowtow before those I knew were my lesser, but now even the mightiest of the Loyalist lapdogs bow before my might!

“My brethren, our time is upon us. Already our numbers grow, and the might of the Dark Gods bears down upon the False Empress. They empower us to fight, and it is with the spear and the axe and the sword that we shall reap a bloody harvest upon those that have not yet received or have rejected their blessings. I call upon you, brothers and sisters of Chaos: Throw down the illusions of the False Empress! Take up arms and show the world that only through Chaos can true peace be achieved. By our hooves, the old world will burn in in the fires of the Warp, and the False Empress will die upon a pyre built from her lies and deceit!” The crowd responded with a roar of approval, stamping their hooves and crying out praises to the Dark Gods. Scorpan would have lingered, in order to bask in the glory of such a multitude, but there were other matters he had to attend to.

Most important of them was that Grogar the Necromancer was arriving soon, and Talon Hoof had called Scorpan to discuss strategies with the Lord of Nurgle.

“That was... an interesting speech,” Scorpan turned slightly and saw the griffon general Blackwing, followed by a small group of guards. Well, it’s a start.

“I am surprised that you would be here, General,” The Shadowbolt said as he started walking back into the camp, the griffons following behind. “I had thought that griffons were more skeptical on matters of spirituality.”

“I just wanted to figure out what motivates you and your...” the griffon skirted the mangled remains of a cultist that had slid off a nearby altar. “...Compatriots”

“Well now you know, general; the power of Chaos has given us the strength and the chance to challenge Equestria, something that I believe your kind has wanted to do for some time.” this did seem to anger the general, but there would be little he could do against the Shadowbolt. “Perhaps, one of these day, I can show you this power so that you too may be enlightened.”

“I... I think I’ll stick with my own judgments for now.”

“Hmm... I suppose I can grant you that.” Scorpan grumbled, disappointed that he had lost the chance to enlighten another being. Just like that runt of an Arctic Wolf, he thought before moving back to the problem at hoof. One possible method of leverage was gone, so now he would have to find another way to make sure that the griffons stayed under his watch. “Now, if you will excuse me, Talon Hoof has requested my presence as we bring new allies in, and I must not keep him waiting.”

“Hold on a moment!” Blackwing sprinted to keep up with Scorpan. “As commander of the Griffon Military, I should have a right to know who you’re bringing in.”

“Assuming you had any rights to begin with,” Scorpan muttered, keeping his voice low enough that the griffon did not hear him. “Lord Talon Hoof is a very temperamental pony, and he does not respect you like I do.” a lie; Scorpan felt embarrassed that the griffon was on his side, but if it meant advancing the plan of Chaos, he could deal with it on his own. “If you wish to draw his ire, you may come with me, but I would strongly advise that you return to your divisions and await my orders.” Blackwing swallowed nervously, slowly backing away from the Shadowbolt. Good little coward; run on home while the real lords of war discuss our coming victory. As he predicted, Scorpan watched as the griffon nodded to his guards and departed, hurrying as fast as he could towards the griffon camp. Scorpan gave a soft chuckle and continued walking, passing through the camp and coming to to rendezvous point.

“Scorpan,” Talon Hoof growled as the Shadowbolt approached. “You arrived later than I expected.”

“Apologies, Lord Talon Hoof,” Scorpan replied. “I had to deal with an unwanted parasite on my way here.” Talon Hoof muttered something that Scorpan was not interested in. As they waited, Scorpan took a moment to look around the area; Talon Hoof was once again in full armor, and this time he had brought a small collection of slaves carrying maps and scrolls. My my, the oaf can read? Truly this is the end times. He set that through aside as a familiar scent assaulted his nose, a scent of rotting flesh.

Coming towards the camp was a Stalliongrad Guard. A thousand years serving the Lord of Decay had made the pony a giant by anypony’s standards, and had they met he could have looked Nightmare Moon or even the False Empress in the eye. His body was encased in rusty, mold covered armor, pus and other liquids having dried over it while some still leaked through the cracks and seams. Most of his head was concealed in a bluish-black helmet, which was adorned with two ram’s horns, and all Scorpan could see of his face were two glowing eyes.

The slaves quivered under the gaze of Grogar the Necromancer. Scorpan and Talon Hoof were made of stronger stuff.

“Grogar.” Talon Hoof said, his voice even and controlled for once.

“Talon Hoof!” Grogar cried, as if he were greeting an old friend. “It has been far too long since we last met, has it not?”

“Last time we ‘met’ you tried to kill me and convert me into one of your mindless thralls, Necromancer.” Talon Hoof spat, to which the Lord of Nurgle merely chuckled.

“Oh Talon Hoof, my creations are hardly mindless. What good are the blessings of Grandfather Nurgle if there is no despair to be rescued from?” Grogar chuckled again, his jovial attitude never breaking for an instant. “But that is in the past, is it not? Here we are, ready to strike down the pets of Equestria and spread death and decay to the world.”

“Of course.” Talon Hoof said, once again in control of his anger. Scorpan saw that this was his opportunity to speak.

“Perhaps we should discuss our strategy for the coming battle, my lords?” he offered, something that did seem to raise Talon Hoof’s spirits.

“Of course. Slaves!” he barked. “Bring me my battle plans.” My battle plans, Scorpan thought, but he was smart enough not to voice that thought. The slaves quickly brought a map over, laying it out for the Lords to see.

“The heaviest fortifications of the enemy are in the north, close to the Germane Border,” Talon Hoof said. “The Shadowbolts under my command have scouted out the region, and the Loyalists mount a defense of less than one hundred Iron Hoof Legionnaires and many more underlings.”

“Ah, I have longed to engage the Iron Hooves again.” Grogar smiled. “While not as satisfying as spreading Nurgle’s blessings to the living, rust and corrosion are his as well.”

“If at all possible, could you leave some of the equipment uncorrupted for us?” Scorpan asked. “We may be able to turn Equestria’s weapons against them.”

“Of course, young Scorpan.” Scorpan gave a curt nod before turning back to the map.

“The primary focus of this operation relies on a bit of deception.” he said. “While Lord Talon Hoof does command our forces, we must give the illusion that the griffon general Blackwing is in complete control. This will be a bit more difficult, as the general is a bit more dense than the late king ever was.” Grogar laughed at this.

“‘Late’? Oh my dear young Scorpan, the king is not dead.” Grogar’s horn shimmered before a cloud of Warp energies deposited a griffon next to him. It appeared as a corpse in advanced stages of decomposition, with rotting flesh and diseased bone being all that remained while it muttered about “rot and decay”. “One of my followers acquired this poor soul and brought him to me. He is now learning to enjoy the blessings of Grandfather Nurgle.”

“How fitting.” Scorpan deadpanned. “I do not wish to sound rude, but if you wouldn’t mind dismissing your little collector’s item before it rots our map?” Grogar did so, the corpse of the late Griffon King disappearing in another cloud of Warp energy. “Now, Talon Hoof and myself will lead the initial assault, while you and our griffon allies follow from behind.”

“Interesting tactic.” Grogar mused. “Although I can see the logic behind it. Once your forces break through, not only will there be fresh bodies to strengthen our ranks, but we can fortify and prepare for the Equestrian counterattack.”

“Exactly.” there was a pause before Grogar spoke again.

“Very well. This plan seems sound, for now, and I will assist in any way I can.”

“Excellent.” Talon Hoof said, sounding genuinely happy for once. “With our combined strength, we shall bring forth such a slaughter that the heavens will drip in the blood of the slain!”

“No doubt.” Scorpan said. “Now, there are a few matter I must attend to concerning our ‘allies’. If I may take my leave, my lords?”

“One moment, Scorpan,” Grogar said, stepping forward. “There are a few things I would like to ask you, if I may.”

“Of course, Lord Grogar. I am ever at your service.” Talon Hoof did not seem to enjoy Scorpan’s declaration, but he made no objection. The Lord of Nurgle and the Shadowbolt walked away, heading around the edges of the camp before Grogar spoke.

“Now tell me, Scorpan,” he said finally. “What is your true plan?”

“‘True’ plan?” Scopran asked, trying to play dumb in case anypony still loyal to Talon Hoof was within earshot. “Why would you think I have such a plan?”

“I know you, Scorpan; you are a servant of Chaos, one who has not yet pledged himself to any of the Dark Gods. You would not stoop so low as to serve a brute like Talon Hoof without some reason behind it.” Scorpan looked around, just to confirm that he and Grogar were alone.

“Talon Hoof is an idiot who couldn’t put on his own armor even if you gave him a demonstration.” Scorpan spat. “However, he is useful to me, especially his desire for slaughter.”

“How so?”

“Years ago, after the sack of Neighples, I was approached by a daemon of great power. He admired my devotion to the cause of Chaos, and made a request of me: he asked me to help return him to the material realm, so that he may slaughter mortals once again.”

“A Daemon of Khorne, I see.” Grogar shrugged. “My devotion is to Grandfather Nurgle, but I do not see why the two cannot work together. After all, what follows slaughter if not rot and ruin?”

“Exactly. This is an arrangement that helps both of us greatly; we allow Talon Hoof to go on his little rampage, my lord gains strength to break free of the Immaterium, and you can corrupt thousands to serve Nurgle.”

“And what do you gain?” Grogar asked.

“Only the satisfaction that my lord’s arrival will help usher in the victory of Chaos.” Grogar chuckled once again.

“You are a bold pony, Scorpan. Very well, I shall help you once the time comes.” Scorpan smiled at this.

“Thank you, Lord Grogar. While this unfortunately means that we will have to play nice with Talon Hoof and his ilk, when the time comes we will do away with them and allow my lord to take what he deserves.”

“Indeed. Now, I believe you said you had a few preparations to take care of?”

“Yes. By your leave.” Scorpan gave a small bow and wandered back into the camp. The next step in our plan has been accomplished, my lord.

Although I still doubt your pan to consort with sorcerers, the servant of Nurgle does seem to be rather cooperative.

It is the simple thing that ponies are drawn to. I offer him something he wants, and he will help us.

I am no idiot, Scorpan.

I never said you were, my lord. there was a pause before the daemon spoke again.

I must depart now. Remain focused on the mission ahead, and do not allow the simple deceptions of sorcerers beguile you.

Of course, Lord Tirac.

Author's Notes:

Well, this took a lot longer than I thought it would. Blame college for that.
So, we've got new characters, and plans. Lots of plans. Many of which will probably go wrong.
Another reason why I have Steve Blum's Eliphas voice going through my head when I write Scorpan's dialogue is because Steve Blum is pretty good at playing charismatic villain types (like Eliphas, or as far as evil guys giving speeches about overthrowing order, Amon)
Also, Lords of Nurgle are really fun to write
And we have our Big Bad! yay. That was planned out when I first introduced Scorpan, so don't accuse me of riding the band wagon for the Season Finale.
Anyway, I don't own Ponies or 40K. Likes and comments are appreciated, and if I screwed something up please let me know.
Edit: I didn't like how this chapter ended, so it's revised.

The Warmistress of Equestria

by iowaforever

Redemption

First Impressions

Inferences

Contact

Preparations

Old Wounds