> The Dog Days Are Over
>  by strangephantasm
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> Foreword
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	Dear Princess Audience,

This story is one of those things where the ideas just won't leave you alone until you type them out. Tales untold and all that jazz. It's especially difficult when you're one of those people who starts a story at the ending has to figure out how to get there. For me, I knew where I wanted the story to end up. Things just didn't exactly work out. As the late Mr. Cash once said, things just happen thataway. The contents of this story are, to the best of my knowledge, what we had planned for the future of the Chessverse. Regardless, this was always more or less how I imagined things working out. And that's canon enough for me. As always, no pre-reader and no editor. So, by all means please point out errors that need correcting.

With love,
Strange Phantasm.  
> Where The Heart Is
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The Dog Days Are Over
By: Strange Phantasm 



What guile is this, that these her golden tresses,
She doth attire under a net of gold,
And with clever skill so cunningly them dresses,
That what is gold or hair may scarce be told?

It is that the male's frail eyes, which gaze too bold,
She may entangle in that golden snare.
And being caught, may craftilly enfold
Their weaker hearts, which are not well aware.

Take heed therefore, mine eyes, how ye do stare
Henceforth too rashly on that guileful net,
In which if ever ye entrapped are,
Out of her bands ye by no means shall get.

Tis foolishness for any being free,
To covet fetters, though they golden be.

- Sonnet 37: Edmund Spencer




Ch. 1: Where The Heart Is


The silence was broken only by the gentle lapping of the waves, the endless laughter of the seagulls overhead and the occasional creak and groan of a ship at sea. The HMS Catharsis glided over the water, the sails tall and proud. The sheets of forest green canvas were emblazoned in the middle with the crest of the Knights of Harmony overlaid on the sigil of the Royal Equestrian Navy. A pair of heavily armored unicorns patrolled the main deck, their hauberks a shade lighter than that of the sails.
In the pilot house, the enormous captain stood at the vessel's helm like a monolith. She was a good ship in fine weather, barely any adjustments to course were necessary and he never had to fight her to keep the rudder steady. Normally he made it a matter of personal pride as a helmsman to keep the compass from fluctuating by even the smallest degree, but today's sailing was so smooth he spared a moment from concentration to glance over at the wall where a portrait hung.
The Chess Pieces stood together on an open field, magnificent and dynamic. Their personalities and expressions were as varied as their races. All bore the scars of battle, some more than others. He himself stood beside “Mango” Jack Khajit and the right honorable Dr. Professor Missy, Phd. The painting was, of course, a complete and utter fabrication. For one, the Pieces were rarely ever gathered as a group. They had their own lives and interests to look after, especially now that it was all over. Second, many of them couldn't stand one another, much less pose for a portrait. Some outright hated one another. 
At least the artist had been sensible enough to place Zeta Chi on the opposite end of the field from him. Then again, maybe that had been some kind of poetic touch, a subtle commentary on the gamut of their character. A gold plate at the bottom of the frame said: “My Little Humans.” The princesses had found it particularly hilarious the first time they'd come aboard.
From up in the crow's nest, a pegasus called land-ho. Locking the wheel in place, the captain stepped out onto the deck and peered through a very fancy spyglass which he was particularly proud of. It had been a gift from Apple Bloom for his birthday, which made it all the more special. Through the lens the shining walls of New Canterlot Castle loomed high above the Ponyville District Harbor. He smiled at the sight of his beloved port. Even though it had only been four months since they'd departed for an inspection of the Fudge Islands Penitentiary, it seemed much longer.

For some reason, leaving home these days always felt like forever.

As they pulled into their reserved slip he stepped off the deck and onto the dock even before the unicorns had finished with the mooring lines. He'd have given any of his crew hell for doing something like that but the sight of a certain couple of mares standing on the pier got the better of him. And besides, he was in charge which meant he could do as he damn well pleased.
Applejack and Fluttershy raced towards him, nearly tackling the minotaur in a flying glomp. He nuzzled the Element of Kindness affectionately, squeezing her tightly.
“Missed you.” He said softly.
“An' what about me?” Applejack demanded.
He grinned and pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. Fluttershy's cheeks turned bright red. She would never quite get used to the sight of her friends snogging.
“You too.” Fudge said, finally coming up for air.
A pair of voices at the end of the pier rang out.
“Oh come on! We seriously just missed it?” Sweetie Belle groaned, pouting slightly.
A camera hung from a strap around her neck.
“Ah told ya we'd be late! If'n ya didn't want to miss the mushy stuff we shoulda left earlier.” Apple Bloom admonished.
The minotaur's grin somehow got even wider at the sight of them.
“THERE'S my girls!” He beamed, spreading his arms out wide. “For a minute there I was worried you wouldn't come see me.”
They hugged him with a gusto, although not quite with the same amount of force Fluttershy and Applejack had.
“How'd the spahglass work out?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Like a charm.” He replied. “Clearer than binoculars. Better distance too.”
The young mare was immensely pleased with herself that she'd chosen a good gift.
“Did the bad guys give you any trouble?” Sweetie Belle inquired.
Her far too serious expression made him chuckle.
“They're all locked up tight. Nothing to worry about.”
“Welp, let's get on home sugarcube. Granny's a waitin' and ah made ya' some zap apple cider.” Applejack said. “Though how ya can stand drinkin' that stuff's beyond me. Ah can't stomach them things unless they're made into jam.”
He smacked his forehead at that.
“Shoot! I can't believe I missed the zap apple harvest!”
“Don't worry about it none. We had plenty o' help this year.”
“But... but... the bunny suits!! I wanted to see the bunny suits!” He wept.
“Ah kin put one on for ya later if it's that important.” Applejack offered, rolling her eyes.
“That's not the kind of bunny suit I'd like to see you in.” He said with a wink.
“...They's flirtin' again.” Apple Bloom said, nudging her friend. “Might wanna get yer camera ready.”
Sweetie Belle, always a sucker for romance levitated it up in front of her, grinning hopefully. The two lovebirds rolled their eyes, giving a chaste smooch. The shutterbug clicked away, and having satisfied her fascination the group began to walk back towards town.
“So... how's Scootaloo?” Fudge asked tentatively.
The orange pegasus was always a touchy subject. He deeply regretted that the final third of the Cutie Mark Crusaders wasn't really a part of his life. That was impossible though, on account of the fact that he had nearly pummeled her adoptive dad to death and left him inside an erupting volcano. Now that he thought about it, he never did learn how Zeta survived that. Go figure.
“Same as always. She's working with Rainbow Dash on a new lineup for the Wonderbolts. There's a lot of talent this year apparently.” Sweetie Belle explained.
“And... and the Other?”
The two young mares exchanged knowing glances.
“Quiet mostly.” Apple Bloom said. “She thinks the Nightmare's gone ta sleep what with it bein' all peaceful like. No more fightin' to do an' such.”
“Good. That's good. I still don't understand why she didn't get rid of that... thing.” Fudge said with more than a hint of disdain.
“Because it needs a host.” Fluttershy admonished. “And it can't help being what it is Peter.”
She tended to use his true name more than others. Special Fluttershy privileges.
“I know. I just don't think I can overlook what happened with Luna.”
Applejack smirked a little, shaking her head.
“Sugarcube, I ever tell you that ya remind me of a certain blue pegasus?”
“Hey now. Just because I get a little defensive of my favorite mares does not mean I can go around being compared to the Element of Loyalty.”
“Suuure.” Apple Bloom said, rolling her eyes and turning to her best friend. “Ya hear what happened with the Council o' Minotaurs from the Dominion?”
Sweetie Belle shook her head.
“Now there's no reason to go and bring that up...” Fudge protested.
“Big ol' bunch a minotaurs gets together and decides they's gonna conglomulate--”
“Conglomerate.” Her sister corrected.
“Ohh whatever! Anyhows, they needed somebody to be in charge and guess who they chose?”
“No way...” Sweetie Belle said in disbelief.
Fudge facepalmed. The whole thing had been a huge debacle. He had technically caused the very first international incident since the formal recognition of the Dominion as a sovereign nation.
“Eyup. They came an' told Petey that he was the Minotaur Chief. And do ya know what he did? He told em' to go buck themselves!”
The Element of Kindness gave a little gasp at Apple Bloom's uncharacteristic use of language.
“Sorry Aunt Shy.” She apologized. “Anyway, it caused a big hullabaloo. Ah heard King Griffin himself had to come down an' sort things out.”
“No he did not!” Fudge huffed. “...He just came down to laugh at me with Princess Luna. And that's beside the point! The point is, while I may have responded to the Council a little... strongly, I'm an Equestrian general and I will be till the day I die or until the princesses fire me, whichever comes first. I can't be part of a foreign nation. It's a conflict of interest.”
“See? Loyal to a fault.” Applejack stated, matter of fact. 

By this time they had made it back to Sweet Apple Acres, where the smell of freshly baked pie wafted through the air. Big Macintosh came trotting up to them in his plodding, leisurely way.
“Macintosh.” Peter greeted.
“Fudge.” The stallion replied.
As the guy who was seeing his sister, their relationship was both complicated yet also remarkably simple: They would remain friendly up until such time as Fudge caused Applejack to cry, at which point Macintosh would break every bone in his body. Or at least try anyway. Truthfully Big Mac was unused to not being the strongest thing around, but he was still obligated to fulfill his sacred brotherly duties even if it killed him.
Granny Smith came slowly tottering out of the house. Time was winning the inevitable battle and getting around was becoming more difficult for the old mare. Still, she wouldn't stand for not giving a proper greeting.
“You young'uns sure took a long time comin' up from the harbor. Lollygagin' about while ah'ma slavin' over the stove! I was startin' ta think ya'll weren't never comin' back. How was Mac and me s'posed to eat all that pie by ourselves?”
Fudge knelt down and tenderly kissed the matron's cheek. Try as she might to play the part of the cranky old lady, those were words filled with love. It was just her way of saying she'd missed the big lug.
“Hi there Granny!” He greeted.
“Hi yerself, Jumbo. How'd the big water treat ya?”
“No complaints. Fair winds and following seas.”
“Well let's git on in the house. Suppers waitin'.” She said, turning to Fluttershy. “You stayin' on too missy?”
“Oh, no. I'm afraid not ma'am. I have to get back and check on the animals.”
“Shame. Oh well, more pie fer Jumbo I guess.”
Fluttershy approached Fudge and the pair exchanged the usual amount of farewell affection. Which meant the unaccustomed passerby would have thought he was trying to squeeze her to death.
“I'll... see you tomorrow I guess?”
“Definitely. Goodbye dearheart.”
“Bye Peter.”
Granny Smith watcher her canter away, a fond look in her eye.
“Such a nice girl! Sweet as cider on a summers day.”
“You can say that again.” He agreed.
“Jumbo... you drink too much.”
“Granny!” He groaned.
The old lady's jokes always seemed to be at his expense.

Not much had changed about Sweet Apple Acres since the Smooze destroyed the original. Sure, the house and the barns and the things inside them were new, but these didn't matter in the scheme of things. What mattered were the apples, and the Apples that grew them. That year had been hard, as it was for everypony. Even those who hadn't lost everything to the Smooze or to the battles to come still suffered great hardship. The royal coffers could only do so much.
But through those hard times, neighbors who had never so much as spoken to one another had to depend on each other to get by. The Magic of Friendship flowed forth out of the darkness, and Harmony dwelt in the land. The princesses had never been prouder of their little ponies than they were that year. 
Sweet Apple Acres was a testament to that Harmony. It had been such a large part of life in Ponyville, the idea of it being gone was simply unacceptable. Although the founding of a megatropolis like New Canterlot was a colossal effort that occupied so many ponies time, it seemed as though there was never an end to the volunteers helping to plant trees in the Ponyville District. They outnumbered even all the Apples that had come from all across Equestria to assist their kin.
Fudge Whiteflame was no exception. He had finally found a use for all those muscles that didn't cause him an ounce of regret. He worked long and hard not just to restore the Apple's home, but to make it bigger and better than ever. Applejack had always been an important pony to him. Apple Bloom as well. He'd been hooked on Apple Bloom since the day that he'd watched her ask Twilight if she was going to stay for brunch. 
Gods, how long had it been since he and the other Chess Pieces had just been normal people watching ponies on a screen? For him, it was quite literally an eternity. Memories of the Labyrinth still haunted him. Wandering those blank white halls, where he felt neither thirst nor hunger nor fatigue. Wandering till the passage of time had become an alien concept altogether. He would have welcomed madness, yet it ever came. Of course, he'd been saved eventually. By whom, he did not know. The identity of his rescuer was still a mystery to this day.
Then the Smooze happened, and the war, and... and everything else that led him back to Fluttershy, and Apple Bloom, and all of the other ponies he cared about.
As for her sister... truth be told, it wasn't her gorgeous blonde tresses or her perfect golden flanks, or even those endlessly deep emerald eyes that someone of a dangerously romantic persuasion could drown in if they weren't careful. It was the love that she had, not just for her family but for everypony around her. Her honest desire to see everypony prosper resonated with his own desire to put suffering to death with his own two hands. In the end, it was her sincerity that won his heart.


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“Hoooey! That was good eatin'!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, holding a hoof over her slightly bulging tummy.
“Eeyup.” Her brother stated eloquently.
“I'll get everythin' washed up. You can go head on ta bed Granny.” Applejack said.
“Thank ye kindly snickerdoodle, Granny's a might tuckered out.”
As the old mare excused her self, Big Macintosh slipped away wordlessly to work on the family accounts as he did every evening. 
Apple Bloom took a swig of from a mason jar and shrugged.
“Guess it's just us.”
“Ah think that's just about enough cider.” Applejack suggested in her big sisterly way.
“I kin handle my liquor thank you very much.” Apple Bloom glared. “And after all the trouble it took gettin' them apples harvested ah think I'm entitled.”
“Didn't I tell you to quit growing up?” Fudge smirked. “You know... you're getting to be just about as pretty as your sister. Why, it wouldn't surprise me at all if we had to start watching those young stallions a little more closely.”
Apple Bloom blushed, embarrassed.
“They ever give you trouble, I'll sock 'em but good.”
“PETEY!” She groaned, smacking him with her hoof.
“Ah but she's a big girl now Fudge, she can take care of herself.” Applejack smirked.
“UGH! It was bad enough with just one of ya around!”
“We tease you because we love you.” Fudge declared with a grin.
Apple Bloom rolled her eyes and stormed off, muttering to herself. 

The pair slipped into the kitchen and began washing the dishes. Everything was quiet except for the crickets chirping endlessly away beneath the full moon outside. Occasionally a barn owl hooted, disturbing the otherwise peaceful night. Applejack looked up out the window at the stars as she finished drying the last plate and smiled.
“Sure did miss havin' ya around sugarcube. I hate it when ya gotta go off ta that island a yourn.” 
“Well I hate to leave, but Shining Armor gives me hell about if I don't do inspections. Says the regulars are more disciplined than my boys.”
“I should get Twilight to make her brother give ya a break.”
“Speaking of which,” He began. “I'm not the only one who could use a break... Your shoulder twitched.”
The mare blinked in confusion.
“Beg pardon?”
“You said you had enough help for the harvest. Then your shoulder twitched. Always happens when you stretch the truth a little.”
Applejack frowned. Her sister's complaint must have tipped him off.
“We did have enough help! There was me, an' Macintosh an' Apple Bloom. Pinkie Pie helped some, and Celt came by, though I think he might have swiped more apples than he harvested, and then there was--”
“Applejack... you gotta quit doing this okay? Don't push yourself so hard.”
She sighed and rested her head against the sink.
“You know that yer the last fella who ought ta say that ta me. Look, I ain't... I ain't goin' anywhere so you can just stop frettin' about me so. Ya know ah don't like it.”
“...I'm sorry AJ.”
“I'm goin' ta bed.”

She left him standing there pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He listened to her mount the stairs and close the door a little too hard. He knew what she was referring to of course. It was a taboo subject, something they never spoke about. With a sigh of his own he slowly trudged upstairs and began a shower. A short while later he slipped into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Applejack was brushing her mane out. Ordinarily he loved seeing her with her long golden locks hanging down like that, but tonight it was her excuse to keep her back turned to him. They said nothing to one another as she blew out the candle and slipped into bed, facing the wall.
He reached out toward her but thought better of it, stopping himself as he was about to put his hand on her side the way he usually did. There was no point to it, she'd just get mad. With a heavy heart he lay down and slowly drifted off to sleep. 

“Oh, Peter! I was wondering when you'd show up. It looks like you made it just in time to watch her go.” The abomination giggled, a cheerful mockery of the mare he'd once known.
Applejack's eyes bulged hideously as the thorns bit into her neck, the vines strangling the life out of her. In the last second she seemed to recognize him through the tears, reaching out pathetically with her hoof as her sight faded. It fell limply to her side, her head slumping over.
No! This couldn't be happening! Not her too! Not again!
Muscles trembling, he slowly floated up off the ground, purple smoke seeping out of his body as his eyes began to glow. An unnatural mixture of roar and birdlike screech erupted from his throat.

He sat up with a start, breathing hard. The sheets were soaked with sweat and his whole body shivered violently. He grasped the base of his horns and gritted his teeth, eyes screwed shut tight as he rocked back and forth. Tears streamed down his cheeks as Applejack quickly lit the candle and slipped her hooves around his midsection. He felt her comforting warmth as she pressed herself against his back.
“It's okay darlin'. I'm right here. Everythin's okay.” She assured.
Like magic, the panic attack left. Her presence, her words, it was as if she had cast some kind of calming spell. But as his breathing began to slow down and synchronize with hers, he heard a voice echo through his skull:

“No Fudge. You will never be okay.” Vanilla whispered.

> The Unforgiven
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Ch. 2: The Unforgiven


Celestia stared out the window, looking out across the realm. The Game was over. The world had changed, and for once it had finally changed for the better. No more slaves, no more mines. No more war and no more killing. Crime was almost a memory now. The streets were patrolled by the Knights of Harmony, those well armed guardians who were more commonly known as the Sour Apple Paladins on account of their green hued armor and grim-faced expressions. 
The regular guard was back to doing what they did best, stand around and look bored. The world was at peace. It was everything that her General had wanted. Yet still there was something troubling him that weighed heavily on the minotaur. She knew that he bore terrible scars of both the body and the soul, scars that ran deep. And yet...
“He won't talk to me.” Celestia said quietly. “Not about himself. Oh, he's cordial enough. Always polite, performs his duties in an exemplary fashion. But he's so distant.”
Luna looked up from her book and frowned.
“The Paladin-General has always been reserved when it comes to his thoughts.”
“It's more than that sister. He's...” She sighed “I think he's never forgiven me...”
“For pardoning Zeta Chi?” Luna finished.
The Princess of The Night looked long and hard at Celestia. Though they had never discussed it, she knew exactly why the Solar Diarch had been willing to give Senmurv's Heir a clean slate, and it had nothing at all to do with the cynogriffin's actions on the battlefield. The fact was, dolling out judgment had been particularly difficult for Celestia ever since she...
Old memories rose to the surface from that day long ago, when Twilight and her friends had freed her from the Nightmare. Luna shook those away, not wanting to dredge up the shadows of the past.
“Do you regret your decision?” She asked.
“No.” Celestia replied immediately. “I did what I felt was right. As you know, General Whiteflame is rather... bull-headed when it comes to the subject of justice. Our opinions happened to differ on what shape it should take in this particular case. I thought depriving young Scootaloo of a father would have been doing more harm than whatever good incarcerating him might have done.”
“So, you want me to talk to him?”
“You know he's always been more fond of you than I. 'Second best pony,' I believe he called you.”
Luna's eyebrow rose in surprise. She thought she was forever resigned to third place.
“Second best? Did I do something to come up a rank?”
Celestia grinned at that, shaking her head.
“No, but now Fluttershy has competition for best pony, and Fudge doesn't want to get in trouble by choosing one over the other, so he's declared it a tie.”
Luna smirked mischievously. Some of the Pieces were a little shy about revealing their “lists,” but not the General. It had always been Fluttershy, Applejack and herself.
“I see, so he and the Element of Honesty are...?”
“Exactly... I'm surprised you didn't know sister. Their relationship hasn't exactly been kept a secret.”
“Ah, I'm afraid I've been spending a little too much time at the Lunar Forge of late.”
A voice called out to them from the doorway:
“Are you old nags gossiping again?”
Knightmare stood in the threshold looking amused. The changeling was in four legged form for once. Lately the Solar Consort had gotten restless and kept experimenting with different “AMAZING DISGUISES!” as he called them.
“What did you just call me?” Celestia demanded.
“And old nag.” He replied with a grin, walking over to where they stood. “Must be getting hard of hearing too.”
She glared, leaning in close.
“You're lucky that I like you, little bug.”
They kissed each other in an utterly sappy manner, causing Luna to gag. At least they didn't start making out like they normally did.
“So, what were you talking about?” He asked
“Something's been bothering General Whiteflame lately, but he denies that there's anything wrong.” Celestia explained.
“Fudge eh? Yeah, he has been kinda down in the dumps. Every time I go near the guy his emotions get me slightly nauseous.”
The Princess of The Day frowned.
“That sounds worse than I thought. Do you think you could speak with him?”
“ME? But he's never taken me seriously.” The changeling exclaimed.
“Oh, and who's fault is that?” Luna ribbed.
“Hey, the guy needs to lighten up. It was just a little poison joke prank...”
“In Fluttershy's tea. You know how protective he is of the Element of Kindness.” Celestia reminded.
“Yeah. And he's not the only one. I was lucky half the Pieces weren't after me for that. Pretty funny though, that little cutie pie going all 'mouth of blasphemies and doom' whenever she spoke. Still, Fudge is rather unlikely to want to open up to ol' Knightmare any time soon.”
“Why don't we get her to talk to him?” Luna suggested.
“Because, like most misguided males, he seems to think that shielding those he's close to from his troubles is an act of nobility.” Celestia complained, with more than a slightly pointed glance at her lover. “And Sir Fudge is nothing, if not noble.”
“I think I know somepony he might talk to. Unfortunately, she's on tour with the rest of the band in the Dominion right now.” Knightmare said.
Celestia's eyes lit up.
“Ah, you mean Lady Octavia! Of course. Send a letter and she'll cancel. If it's for him, she'll cancel.”
“First let me give it a try,” Luna said. “I wouldn't want to pull the Lady away from Dutchess Scratch unless it was absolutely necessary.


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The sun shown down upon the little clearing, providing a nice warmth to counteract the light breeze, resulting in an absolutely perfect temperature for an afternoon nap. The minotaur rested on his back, hands folded on his stomach with a piece of straw poking out of his mouth. The sour apple tree he lay under was a very special one. It was the first tree he had planted when he was helping to rebuild the farm. That made this particular napping spot exclusive. 
A little butterfly floated past unnoticed, completing the serenity. Fudge was utterly content except for one thing – the hollow spaces at his sides were empty of the mares that usually occupied them. A shadow fell over him, the slight temperature change causing the paladin to open one eye.
“A little lonely today isn't it?” Luna asked, smiling down at him. “Mind some company?”
“Well Mooney Toons,” He said with a smirk. “Apple's are all working at the market today. So no, a little company would not be remiss.”
The princess grinned and flopped rather ungracefully down on the grass, snuggling up against his left side. 
“Hey!” He said. “That's Applejack's spot. But then again, I don't think she'd mind sharing with the Princess of The Night. At least for just one day.”
“It can be our little secret.” She replied.
“So, what drew the Lunar Lady out of ye olde forge?” Fudge inquired.
“It was getting a little crowded. Scorch has gotten so big lately. I think he'll go on the Migration this year.”
Scorch. The young wyrm that had given him the three slashes over his right eye. Dragon-marked he called it. Supposedly it meant that the little red was honor bound to one day come try and kill him in revenge for the death of his father. But that was all empty bluster and politics. The fact was that Scorch was in awe of Fudge. He had bested Sky-Burner, “King of All Red Dragons” in the arena. The greater wyrm had come to him in a vision shortly after, dubbing the minotaur “White-Flame.”
Sir Fudge Whiteflame, Paladin-General of the Knights of Harmony. Justice-bringer. He shook his head. The other Pieces might revel in all the fancy titles they accumulated, Griffin and Celt being amongst the worst offenders, but to him it was all just a bunch of hooey. It didn't matter what people called you, what mattered was what you did with the time you were given.
“Think he'll take Shimmer along?” Luna smirked.
“Here's hoping. They make a good match. Sweet little gal like her, tough kid like him.”
“Poor Spike.” Luna sighed.
“Poor Spike.” Fudge agreed. “He could really use a bit of a spine sometime. Still, I suppose there's nothing wrong with being a sensitive guy.”
The princess giggled into her hoof.
“You're one to talk, you big softie.”
“I'm not a softie!” He protested.
“Oh you are such a softie. You're like a double helping of soft serve ice cream. With extra sprinkles!” She teased.
“Well, you're the expert when it comes to ice cream.” He countered, poking her in the belly. “Balloona.”
Her jaw dropped, looking scandalized. She then responded with several horn jabs to the ribs.
“Ow! Oww! Alright, I'm sorry!” He yelped.
“You must swear never to use that name where sister might hear. She teases me quite enough without your help.” Luna admonished.
“Pinkie Promise.” He said, going through the motions.
“I'm not... really fat am I?” The princess asked, lower lip protruding as she ran a hoof over her stomach.
Fudge rolled his eyes. Girls.
“Of course not you silly filly! Why if I weren't attached...”
Luna grinned again and batted her eyelashes at him. Rarity would have been proud.
“Would you ravish me right here? Have your way with me in a masculine fashion?”
“Yes. Ravish. An all day event.”
“Because Luna is pretty?”
“Because Luna is pretty.”
She smiled and hugged him, nuzzling his shoulder. Then she puffed her cheeks out, pretending to look upset.
“And why am I the last to find out about the two of you?” She demanded. “As Second Best Pony I think I deserve to be in the know!”
He chuckled at that.
“You haven't been visiting Ponyville enough. Twilight and the others never miss an excuse to make a big deal about it. Especially Rarity.”
“Must be nice...” Luna replied, a little wistfully.
“Hey.” He said, taking her by the fetlock. “You're not feeling lonely are you?”
She averted her gaze, looking down at the grass.
“Well... to tell the truth I have been, a bit.”
“Go on.”
“It's just that... sister and Knightmare. They're always so... together. And I'm so...”
“Single?”
“Yes!” She sighed, resting her chin on his shoulder. 
“Luna, you're a princess and a goddess. You do realize that you could have almost anypony you wanted?” He replied.
“But I haven't found that somepony special.”
“Have you looked?”
“Um... well, not so much.” She admitted.
Fudge groaned and rolled his eyes.
“WOONAAA! It's because you're a shut in! Stop being a recluse, get out there. Mingle. I'd try hanging out with the Pieces. You know how we humans are. You always were incredibly popular. You're bound to be someones Best Pony...”
She made a scrunched up face at that.
“What?” Fudge demanded.
“I don't know. Most of you Pieces are... well...”
“Weirdos?”
“I'd have put it more tactfully, but yes. You're all a bunch of crazy weirdos.”
“Ain't that the truth?” He conceded. “Didn't seem to bother your sister any though. I mean, look who she ended up with. Lousy, no good, prank pulling bug...”
“You still haven't gotten over that?” The princess asked.
“He never apologized!” Fudge huffed, crossing his arms. “Imagine, pulling a prank on Fluttershy! Even Rainbow Dash has the sense not to prank her. NO ONE MESSES WITH FLUTTERSHY!”
He raised a fist to the sky and shook it with mock vengeance. Luna laughed.
“Peter, she isn't glassware. You don't have to coddle her so much.”
“Hey, I like coddling. Besides, she's like a sister to me. I.. I worry about her.”
His smile faded, his eyes going to a far away place.

The cottage was as silent as the grave, doubly odd because of the near constant chattering and squawking that normally accompanied the little house. The door hung open, flapping in the wind with a loud clatter as it banged against the frame. The entrance was dark, no light emitting from within. But he knew what he would find there. The wolf had told him so when he delivered the warning. If it was bad enough to make even Zeta look disturbed...

Fudge closed his eyes and shook the memory from his head. The minotaur absolutely refused to go back there. To remember what happened that day.
“Peter? Are you alright?” Luna asked, concerned.
“I'm fine. It's nothing.”
“That was most certainly not nothing. It... it was him again wasn't it?”
He stood up quickly, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. Then the fire went out of his eyes and his shoulders slumped, his body seeming to go slack.
“Time to get going.” He said in a monotone voice. “Should get back to the office. Get some work done.”
“Peter...”
“Papers to file. Things to sign.”
As he walked away Princess Luna stomped her hoof.
“General!” She shouted, causing him to pause. “...Please don't shut us out. We're your friends Fudge.”
He glanced back at her with that sad little smile of his and said:
“That's why I gotta. It's dark as a dungeon in here, wouldn't want anypony to get hurt.”
The princess' head hung low. It wasn't fair at all. He spent all his energy ensuring that the world was at peace, and was able to find none himself. So, where was justice when he needed it?


*                 *                 *


Celestia's quill paused, hovering in midair as her sister entered, face hidden behind her mane and glaring at the floor.
“That minotaur is infuriating! He called me fat! And... and he got me to talk about my problems!”
The solar diarch's first instinct was to laugh, but there was something about the way Luna's voice trailed off that told her something was wrong.
“Sister?”
The Princess of The Night looked up, eyes troubled.
“...He's having flashbacks. I thought I'd helped him get rid of his nightmares. But they haven't gone away at all. And now they're even appearing in the daytime. I'm certain that it's... it's Vanilla.”
The quill slowly settled to the desk.
Of course. Post Traumatic Stress. Of course that was it.
(How could you not see it?) She berated herself.
He had been a military man long before he wound up on Equestrian shores. And they were always the same, weren't they? Ever stoic, always denying the effects of whatever horrible events they might witness. Yet that day... It was so terrible for him. Even worse than the day he'd lost half a horn and had lost his mind completely for a span of three and a half minutes or so while dismembering a certain diamond dog alpha.
She had heard everything that had happened that day. For the second time he watched somepony he cared about dying... Then the chaos magic he had wielded went out of control, warping the very landscape around him. Even now, ponies referred to that place as The Scar.
And afterward, the Greater Daemon inside wrestling for dominance. Celestia shuddered at the thought of what that fell creature would have done to her little ponies. If it had broken through, the world and everyone on it would surely have died.
Ateos'rau'keres. Sanity's End. A worse madness by far than even that of Discord. The Lords of Change were nearly invincible, and to fight against one and win was a truly heroic feat. But what Peter did that day... it defied all reason. A mere mortal managed to drive the daemon out of himself, back to the immaterial realm of warpspace through sheer force of will. While it was literally eating his soul.
It was Applejack's voice that had called out to him, giving him the strength to fight. She had been sent back from the other side. By whom, Celestia did not know. But she had her suspicions. And if it truly was her that was looking after Fudge... why wasn't she doing her job? What was she waiting for?


*                 *                 *


Sirocco sighed as the paperwork on her desk continued to rise. She glanced over at the frosted glass door that lead into the private sanctum of the Knights of Harmony's leader, wishing he would come into the office more often. One, because he really did have a lot of backlogged reports to sign and two... well, she just enjoyed the sight of him.
Now there was a train of thought not worth taking. It only made one stop: Disappointment Town. So many mares had tried in the past to catch the General's interest, herself included. Flirt as she might, wear those sexy horn-rimmed glasses she knew he liked. Nothing worked. Heck, she had even once dyed her mane and tail blonde despite it clashing with her cinnamon colored coat. The fact remained that he had eyes for only one pony, and unfortunately if she tried to be any more forward with him, said pony was likely to knock a couple of her teeth lose.
Applejack. Element of Honesty. Athletic, warm, dependable, down to earth, a natural blonde and possessing those damnably perfect flanks. It was enough to get her pinions ruffled. How the hay was a mare supposed to compete with that? It just wasn't fair. Still, the gal made him happy. She couldn't resent her for that. The General had freed her from chains, and in her book that meant he deserved what happiness he could find, even if it was with another mare.
To her surprise, in walked the very subject of her not-so-hidden desires. It was instantly apparent that he was having one of his bad days. They came and went just as the General himself meandered in and out of her life, making his own hours. His face was sullen, eyes far away. Trudging toward his office, he barely glanced in her direction as he opened the door.
“Gimme the reports and a pen. I'll get 'em signed.”
The secretary collected the most urgent stack of papers and gave them to him. Just as he was about to retreat into the solitude of his office he paused and turned towards her.
“I'm sorry.” He said softly.
“For what?” She asked, puzzled.
“For being such a pain in the flank.” He replied, reaching out unexpectedly and brushing a thumb over her eyebrow.
And just like that he was locked inside his little cave of seclusion, leaving the mare struck dumb by the sudden gesture. It took her a long time to get over wondering what the hay had just happened before she sat back down at her desk. Shaking her head, she blew a stray lock of mane out of her eyes in frustration. And... that was General Whiteflame for you. He could somehow even make an apology irritating.

The hours passed in silence, broken only by the monotonous ticking of the clock and the wooden song of the cuckoo as it appeared from it's hiding place. The eighth such emergence told her that it was just about quitting time, and none too soon. Her back ached and she had become incredibly bored, despite actually managing to get some work done for once. She hadn't seen the top of her desk in over a month.
All that was left to do was tidy things up before she could go home and soak in her hot tub. Which is what made the sudden sound of voices outside all the more jarring. Screwdriver and Rusty Nail, the two unicorns who stood guard over the Ponyville District Headquarters were questioning someone, although she couldn't quite make out what was said. A few moments later a young diamond dog of a greyhoundish looking breed stepped in carrying a large box in wrapping paper under his arm. Her blood nearly froze, eyes narrowing dangerously.
Sirocco considered herself an open mined pony. She liked to give everyone an equal chance, but when it came to diamond dogs a very deep seated anger on the verge of outright racism darkened her perspective. It was a problem sometimes, seeing as how there were dogs in the ranks. She had never quite been able to get over what had happened to her. The memory of her brother Zephyr impaled on a spear was seared into her brain, and the things she'd had to endure in the tunnels of the Deep Rock Warren were terrible. Nothing like what the General had been through, but still terrible all the same.
“Who are you and what do you want?” She asked brusquely.
The diamond dog wore a pin striped suit and a fedora, which he tipped in gentlehoundly fashion. 
“Apologies for the late intrusion.” He said in a deep voice. “I am Swiftfoot, Beta from the pack of my honored Alpha, Silverfang.”
Sirocco gritted her teeth at being in the presence of a Deep Rock dog. They may have been coerced by Boxer into doing the things they had done, but they had done them none the less. After the war was over most had left Celestia's service and returned to their home, though some had stuck around Equestria.
The office door opened, startling the both of them. The diamond dog immediately dropped to one knee, head bowed in genuflection.
“O honored Alpha, I Swiftfoot, come at the behest of--”
“Stop that.” Fudge said sharply.
The dog stood up, eyes wide in surprise.
“I'm not an Alpha. I never was, not really.”
“But you are The Emerald Bull, The Jade Peril! Breaker of Chains and Bane of--”
The minotaur slammed his palm down on the pegasus' desk with a loud boom.
“DON'T!... Don't ever say that name in my presence.” He warned.
The dog swallowed hard.
“Apologies, White-Flame. May this one's tongue taste coals for his offense.” 
“Unnecessary. Just say what you're doing here at my door, distressing my secretary.”
The pegasus felt a pang as her heart skipped a beat. 
“I come at the behest of Silverfang, bearing a gift from my master.”
Fudge's bushy eyebrows rose, coming forward to take the package from the dog. He tore off the twine and brown paper, revealing an ornate glass case. Inside was a ship in a bottle, an immaculate replica of the Catharsis at full sail. A card was attached, which he read silently.

“A year and a day since we last parted ways White-Flame. Knowing your fondness for drink, I'd have liked to come share a bottle. Alas, duty keeps me from making such a journey and so this bottle will have to do instead.”

On the back of the card was a line of verse:
“And though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.”
At the base of the ship there was a small plaque with this engraving: 

Bind all of us together, ablaze with hope and free.
No storm or heavy weather, will rock the boat, you'll see.

He held the case up to the light, examining the details.
“But my ship is so small, and the sea is so great.” He quoted wistfully. 
Then he turned to his secretary.
“What do you think Sirocco?”
“I think it's lovely. It'll look good in your office. You can look at it, while you're working.” She said, a mischievous smirk on her face.
“I know what you're up to little missy! Trying to get me to keep the stacks off your desk. Well it won't work.”
“I haven't the faintest idea what you're on about boss.”
“Sure. Hey. It's late, go on home.”
“But--”
“I said go home. You work too hard. Don't protest when I let you off early! Now get your cinnamon flanks outta here before I change my mind.”
Sirocco grinned and kissed his cheek, rushing out the door with a flap of her wings. Fudge turned and saw the young diamond dog still standing there with wide eyes. He had an almost worshipful look on his face which the minotaur didn't like one bit.
“You're still here.” He said flatly.
“I just...” Swiftfoot began. “I've heard so many stories about you. It isn't every day one stands in the presence of a living legend.”
“Nonsense.” Fudge responded. “I see six of them every day of the week. Seven when the Professor and Cheerilee swing by.” 
“Still, you freed our people from bondage. Tales of your might are told throughout the warren. You even bested the Red Dragon King! This one has never met a true hero before.”
Fudge's eyes grew dark.
“And you still haven't. I'm no hero kid. Don't call me that. Don't ever call me that.”
“I... but...”
“Leave. Now.”
The dog bowed silently and made a hasty retreat. Offending White-Flame was one thing, but the very idea that he had angered him was enough to loosen his bowels.
Fudge sighed, setting the model on his desk. He stared at it a few moments before opening a drawer and retrieving the flask of vodka he kept hidden from Sirocco in a secret compartment. He knew she was trying to stay on the wagon. Flicking off the lights he headed  into the streets, smacking the unicorns by the door on the shoulders as he went. They exchanged knowing looks, and soon Fudge was dodging the agent they'd sent to keep an eye on him.
He wandered aimlessly, taking heavy swigs from the flask as memories of the arena flooded his mind.
“Hero,” the pup had called him. Hero. What a joke.
He had killed so many people in the arena. So many people who had just wanted to live, the same as he had. He had won so many battles that they'd started sending him up against multiple opponents. The memory of fighting a young couple bothered him in particular. A pair of bast, though he hadn't known they were called that at the time. These two were reluctant to fight. They had heard of him, which meant they were scared. He wasn't. He knew he could take them, despite the cat folk being much quicker than he was. The problem was getting them to attack him. There was no way he was going to just charge right up and cut them down in cold blood.
So he had to get dirty. He insulted them. Called them names. Worst of all, he threatened to do vile things to the female when he was done. That got the male's blood up. It was over quickly, his opponent lying in two separate pieces. The female screamed in rage, attacking him in a blind fury which made it all too easy. He remembered the sound her neck made when he snapped it like a twig. It was horrible. Killing women always put him in a bad way after the match, usually resulting in him puking his guts out.
He looked up as the ground was illuminated by the glow of a neon sign. Fudge realized he had had reached his destination. A part of him had always known where his path would lead. This was one of the only stores still open this late. And it was the only one in town that sold what he needed. They had a monopoly on the business after all.
The young mare at the counter's eyes went wide as she took in the sight of him. His immense size, the flask in his hand. She didn't recognize him without his armor. If she had, she'd have realized that she was in one of the safest places in the entire world, possible exceptions being the princesses' private quarters. But it was late, an unusual hour to have customers. Especially drunken ones. It was understandable that she was nervous as she went through her spiel.
“W.. Welcome to Petal Mart, wh.. where we serve all your flower needs. How can I--”
“Dozen roses. One white lily.”
Then her eyes got even bigger. All the clerks knew that order. That particular bouquet was kept onhoof at all times. It was a curiosity they sometimes talked about, though never when the owners could hear. Somepony had asked about it once. There was... a lot of yelling and hysterics from the back office. The store had closed early that day.
“R.. right away Sir.” She said.
The mare frantically rushed about to fill the order. He threw down quite a few more bits than he was supposed to and was about to walk away bouquet in hand, when a delicate voice called out causing him to freeze in place.
“You know your money's no good here.”
A very long and tired sigh came from the minotaur. Slowly he turned around.
“Roseluck.”
The clerk's boss came toward the entrance, a troubled expression on her face. She looked at the flowers in his hand and shook her head slightly in disapproval.
“Meadow Breeze, go straighten up the storeroom will you?”
“Yes ma'am.” The clerk said, making herself scarce.
The cream coated earth pony and the minotaur stood wordlessly for a long time, then the mare finally spoke up.
“Those won't do at all.”
“They're fine.”
She gave him a sad smile, shaking her head again.
“You don't know much about bouquets do you? Those are snack quality flowers. You are not walking out of here with snacks. Not where you're going.”
Wordlessly she pulled thirteen flowers from the highest quality stock, wrapping them up with the utmost care. Then she scooped up his bits and shoved them into his pocket before he could protest.
“Meadow Breeze is a sweet girl, but she's new. She still has a lot to learn.” Roseluck said.
He looked down at the flowers, hand trembling. For Fudge, it was almost unbearable. How could she stand here pretending to have a conversation with him? How could she treat him better than she treated her regular customers? Why couldn't she treat him like he deserved? Her kindness seemed almost cruel somehow.
“Rosie.. you're so good to me.” He said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Why are you so good to me?”
It took her a while to think up an answer.
“I suppose... I suppose that one of us has to be. Otherwise, who would put the flowers on Lily's grave?”
“It would be easier if you just hated me the way Daisy does.”
Pain swept over her features.
“Daisy, she's never recovered. When we heard Lily had gone missing, we didn't know what to do. She was gone so long, we had to assume the worst. But Daisy never believed it. Not for one second. And then you just showed up that day out of the blue. I think that something just sort of... broke inside of her.”
It was one of the worst memories he possessed. And Peter had oh so many bad ones.

The procession made it's way through Ponyville, the locals staring at the sight of more than a thousand diamond dogs in two single files. They had only just started to get used to the local pack that Missy had set up. Now an army of them had descended on their little town. And they weren't attacking. Far from it, they looked like a funeral march what with the large palanquin at the head of the procession, an enormous body wrapped up in a blue cloak.
They made their way into the market and there they stopped. A big malamute with a spear came up to their stalls.
“Do I have the honor of addressing the ponies Daisy and Roseluck?”
“Ye.. yes... what's going on?” Daisy asked nervously.
“Please madams, come with me.” 
They approached the palanquin with trepidation. The malamute whispered something and the body stirred. A green hand lifted up the black cloth that covered the head. Though the sunlight stabbed at his eyes, he paid it no heed.
“I made a promise.” The minotaur gasped in pain. “I promised... promised that I'd bring her back to you.”
The malamute reached under the palanquin and retrieved a large ornate box covered in black lacquer. On the lid was an image they both knew well. It was their best friend's cutie mark, - a single white lily.
A fear took hold of the pair of earth ponies, a horrible fear. Their minds were divided, half wanting to deny the truth in front of them and half certain that it was unavoidable. Some powerful force drew Roseluck towards the box, a terrible need to know that overrode the panic in her head that was shouting at her not to do it. She reached out with her hoof and opened the lid. 
And there, whiter than white were their best friend's bones. 
That was when Daisy began to scream. Part of her would never really stop.

“I'm sorry.” He wept. “I'm so, so sorry.”
“I know.”
“I killed her Rosie. I killed her twice!”
“No.” Roseluck said forcefully. “The... thing that murdered Applejack was not Lily. Don't you dare insinuate that it was. It may have looked like her, sounded like her, but it was not her. That was his doing.”
Vanilla's calm, sinister voice echoed through his head.  Even in the throes of death, his words had never wavered:
“You're already too late. She should be finished with your little bumpkin girlfriend by now. What, don't tell me you actually thought you'd get to have a happy ending? No Fudge, what you get... is suffering.”

“Still,” He said. “It doesn't change the fact that I--”
She smacked him hard across the face with her hoof.
“STOP IT!” Roseluck shrieked. “Just stop! I can't stand it anymore! How long are you going to carry on like this? How long are you going to keep denying what she did for you? Lily chose to die so that you could live. Everyone at the arena saw it.” 
His face was full of surprise. Who could have told her about.... Silverfang. Of course it was him.
“She did that. Not you. Your wallowing around blaming yourself won't bring her back. It's worse than disgusting, it's wrong.”
“I..”
“Think about what you're doing to Applejack!”
He stiffened.
“She's just like you, you know.” Roseluck continued, misty eyed. “She never says anything, but deep down inside she's in pain. Everypony sees it but you, Fudge. And do you know why? It's because her boyfriend can't get over his poor lost Lily. Each and every night she goes to sleep wondering if you actually love her or if it's Lily's ghost you're in love with.”
Her words cut like a knife. If felt like he'd been stabbed in the heart. The flask fell out of his hand with a clatter, the flowers dropping silently to the floor. He sank to his knees, grasping his horns so tightly his knuckles went white.
“I'm an idiot. Stupid, selfish idiot. I never wanted to hurt her. Not ever. I don't... What do I...”
“Grieve.” Roseluck stated.  
He looked up at her in wonderment.
“Really grieve. Get the poison out of your system, move past it and get on with your life. What happened to Lily? I forgave you a long time ago. It's time for you to forgive yourself. But... If you spend another second hurting Applejack, I don't think that I can ever forgive you for that. Now... go say goodbye.”
She picked up the flask and stuffed it in his pocket, then picked up the bouquet and put it in his hand. Without another word or a moment's hesitation he headed out into the night, towards the Ponyville District Cemetery, where Lily was waiting. 

She had been waiting long enough.