As Gallus navigates the uncertain waters of being a special somegriff, demons from past his refuse to let him rest. As a hostile empire looms, Gallus will need to fight with every fiber of his being; only this time it's to protect the one he loves.
(This story is a direct continuation from the sequel; highly recommend reading it first.)
As Gallus continues to try and explore the uncharted waters of being a special somegriff, the demons from his past rear their collective heads. Thankfully, Gallus has someone who loves him at his side, and she is more than happy to help him wade through a past of painful memories. A lifetime of clawing one's way through life eventually takes its toll though, and the only thing worse than losing everything, is losing it all after coming from nothing.
When a diplomatic meeting at Mount Aris is attacked by an unknown force, Gallus and Silverstream are whisked away behind enemy lines. As a new empire sinks its teeth into peaceful soil, the winds of war begin to howl. With nowhere guaranteed to be safe, Gallus once again has to fight with every fiber of his being; Only this time it's to protect the he loves, and nothing will stand in his way.
(Season 8 Spoilers) Tag Information: Violence/Gore tag for intense fighting and rip-roaring action scenes. Sex tag for general topic discussion/jokes/suggestive moments. Story updates over the weekend (either Friday/Saturday/Sunday)
Gallus had only felt clouds twice in his life; first during the class field trip to Cloudsdale, and then the follow-up visit a few months later, (which thankfully was much more pleasant than the first attempt!) The strange semi-solid fluffiness under his claws and paws had been an odd but comforting sensation. If he was honest to himself, the current feeling of being wrapped up in such things was about as nice as Silverstream’s cuddles; Almost. The blissful warm awareness then faded, Gallus opening his eyes to look around and blink. Odd. I don’t remember falling asleep in the crystal caves…
At his side, Silverstream stood up and walked a short distance away. Her beak twisted in a strange expression of disgust. This is wrong. Horror flooded through the gryphon’s frame as the hippogriff snagged the necklace around her neck, yanking the special-somegriff representation off and tossed it to the floor. “S-silver? What are you doing?” Gallus croaked, his limbs feeling weighed by metal as he slowly stood.
“You know what I’m doing. You’ve always known.” She replied with a slightly annoyed tone. “An orphan? No family, no home, nothing but problems? Did you really think we would end up together?”
“I-I had hoped…” Gallus whispered, the crystal caverns beginning to shake and shiver all around him, grey-tinted walls vibrating.
“You ‘hoped?’ I don’t need more problems in my life, and you are nothing but that.” The pink hippogriff turned to walk away, but Gallus took a few steps forward after her.
“Wait, you’re not her, you can’t be.” He hissed, prompting Silverstream to laugh. Green fire surrounded the hippogriff as a familiar black-carapace covered creature appeared in her place.
“Smart gryphon. Pity she’ll be drained of any emotions by the time you get to her.” The changeling cackled.
The crystal walls widened into a long hallway, and Silverstream visible at the ending room surrounded by a dozen changelings. Their magic held her in a tight stasis field, the hippogriff calling out briefly; “GALLUS!”
What looked like hundreds of changeling stood in the hallway, some glowing with an odd ethereal magic. Gallus ran forwards; but got a blow to his beak for his troubles. Swinging with a fist, the offending changeling simply laughed and ducked, the insectoid face briefly shifting into a gryphon’s, dredged from a memory long since buried away. “Oh, look at that. Pulling your punches again, even to save the one you love? You’re definitely not worth her time.”
Something snapped inside Gallus’ heart. A primal surge of energy that raged like the blizzard winds which had once cut into his feathers and fur all those years ago. It sent him into a rage, a desperate struggle against whatever foe lay in front of him, be it weather or ice-wolf.
With a swipe of his claws, Gallus sent the changeling spinning into pieces like tissue paper as the massive horde charging him as one entity. Letting out a screech, the gryphon ripped into the creatures even as they continued to laugh. “Too late.” “Too late.” “If only he had actually tried!” “And the one time it mattered.” “And he still thinks she loves him!” “How pathetic. She doesn’t want him.” “Or need him.” “Oh but he needs her.” “What a one-way street that must be.”
“SHUT UP!” Gallus screeched, the dozens of shredded creatures still laughing at him. The horde of changelings pounced, crowding Gallus into a tight ball. The mass of changelings changed into formless shapes, forming a small room with glowing eyes.
“Shut up he says.” "Doesn’t like the truth?” Gallus grasped his head with a set of claws, the room closing tighter around him. The floor turned to a grey putty, swallowing the gryphon slowly. Not this again.
“SOMEONE?! ANYONE?!” He called out, prompting the room to shiver with laughter at him.
“Who would help you?” “You’re all alone.” “Why would anyone help you?” With his final breath before being swallowed by the nightmarish room, Gallus reached out with a final cry. “IS ANYONE OUT THERE? HELP!” So cold. Why is it cold? Gallus felt a firm hoof grasp his claws, yanking him upwards. A gentle and strong voice pierced through his muffled thoughts.
“What is this?! BEGONE!”
Gallus’ vision then went white, a beautiful and pure energy burning away the scenery and everything in his view. Then there was silence, the gryphon still keeping his eyes closed. He heard the soft clip-clop of hooves, and Gallus cracked opened his eyes, apparently having curled into a ball at the last minute.
The tender gaze of Princess Luna gazed back at him, her eyes shining with regret. “Gallus, we are so sorry.” She whispered, spreading her wings and changing the plain white scenery to that of a peaceful forest. "Gryphon dreams are different from that of ponies. We had no idea you were this troubled. Is this why you haven’t been sleeping?” Luna asked, prompting Gallus to scrub his eyes.
“I-wha? This is a dream? Are you real?” He asked, forelimbs still shaking slightly.
“Yes, and yes. I am the guardian of the night, namely dreams. I am sorry I was not here earlier…” Luna’s regretful tone caused Gallus to shrug.
“But you’re here now. So, thank you.” He mumbled, looking around briefly.
The dream realm? That makes sense I guess.
“You never answered my question, Gallus.” Luna remarked, sitting down next to the gryphon.
Gallus’ wings slumped, the gryphon nodding slowly. “Has it been that obvious? I know I’ve been slacking in class, not on purpose though.” He sighed, head shaking back and forth slightly. Luna looked over to him curiously, a simple nod in reply.
“Very obvious. Enough so that your friends are worried, including someone who loves you very much.” Ears perking up at the last few words, Gallus looked over to Luna curiously.
“Silverstream? She-no, of course she is. Because I’m an idiot and haven’t talked to her about it yet.” He muttered, placing a set of claws on his head.
“Not talking about my resentment and hate is what caused my transformation all those years ago, Gallus. You know that history lesson.” Luna remarked, looking to the star-filled dream sky. “Holding it all in benefits nobody. You save no-one pain- only cause them to worry. Making my mistakes even on a small scale still leads to the same end. Your own pain and isolation, despite others being more than willing to help.”
Gallus couldn’t help but smile, an ache in his chest slowly blossoming. "Now I know why everyone calls you and Celestia wise.” He said softly, taking a few deep breaths.
“When you have lived as long as we have, it comes with time.”
Staying silent for a time, Gallus finally venture to ask the next question on his mind. “How much of that dream did you hear?”
Now it was Luna’s turn to stay quiet for a moment. “Most of it, as I had to adjust my magic to interact with that of a gryphon’s.”
The ache in Gallus’ chest blossomed, threatening to close his throat as the gryphon shook his head. “How do I tell her all of that? That dream laid it all out. I’m not-she could do so much better than me…”
A hoof gently placed itself on Gallus’ shoulder, the Alicorn of the night shaking her head. “You know how to tell her, but you have to trust her, and open yourself up to hurt. That is how stronger bonds are forged.”
The gryphon nodded slowly, taking a shaky breath. “I know. But, thank you for making it more plain, Luna-erm, Princess Luna.” He stammered.
“Just Luna in this place, Gallus. I must go now, but know that you are surrounded by friends and family who want you to succeed. In particular, there is one who wants nothing more than to be at your side. She woke up a few minutes ago, actually.” Luna remarked, spreading her wings and beginning to fade into the background.
“Luna, thank you. Really.” Gallus called, his world fading to a peaceful pink glow.
“Anytime, my little gryphon.”
Gallus woke up soaked in sweat. Tangled in his bedsheets, the gryphon grumbled as he struggled to free himself. Thankfully he and Sandbar lived in bordering rooms, rather than the bunk-bed arrangement from the previous schooling semesters. That had proven to be a blessing when Gallus had been waking in a cold sweat for the past week and a half. Nightmares. And Princess Luna? That was real? Gallus mused, slowly standing on his shaky legs. She was right, of course. I’ve been an idiot, and probably worrying Silverstream sick. I do trust her though; that’s the best way I’ve heard it put.
Walking out of the room to the main lounge, Gallus flopped onto the large sofa, then hearing a few hoof and claw steps nearby. Luna had said Silver had woken up too? Did they talk? A pair of familiar purple eyes peered over the tan sofa, Silverstream walking around to sit next to him.
“Hey, you doing ok?” She asked softly, letting out a slight yawn.
“Yeah, I’m-” Gallus shut his beak, taking a deep breath as he turned to look at her. The genuine concern in Silver’s eyes tugged at his heart like nothing else ever could. All she wants to do is help. Do I trust her enough for that? The answer was immediate and obvious.
“Silverstream, I’m-I haven’t been doing so g-great. I’m not ok” Gallus replied, his voice shaking slightly. “Nightmares every night. It’s all the same thing. Losing you in all sorts of ways. I-Luna was there this time. But this past week, I thought I could handle it on my own. I was-that was-” He stammered, Silverstream reaching over to hug the gryphon close.
Her embrace unlocked the warm lump in Gallus’ chest that escaped through his eyes, hot tears burning down his cheeks as he returned the gesture, burying his face into her welcoming shoulder. “I’m s-sorry I haven’t told you. Haven’t opened up, even though I said I would. That’s not what you do with someone y-you love.” In any other time the gryphon would have been horrified to hear his voice come out as a whimper, but between his own fears being laid bare and utter exhaustion, Gallus couldn’t find the energy to care. It was freeing in a way, to show a tender part of one’s self to the one you love.
“I want to tell you, I need to tell you about it all. The dreams, my past. I said I would and I haven’t. You’re always there for me, but n-not in return… I’m just a wreck! I’m s-sorry. I j-just-I can’t do this alone anymore-”
“Gallus.” Silverstream’s voice cut through his exhausted stammering, the hippogriff hugging him close, his head resting on her shoulder. “We’ll talk, ok? But for now, you need to sleep. We’ve all been so worried about you. Sandbar, Yona, Ocellus, even Smolder; And of course I’ve been wanting to know what’s going on. But right now, we need to sleep.” Silverstream explained, her calm voice prompting Gallus to nod and curl up next to her. She pressed against his side, pulling the gryphon close with a wing briefly. "And you aren’t alone, not even close. We’re here for you, I’m here for you, ok?”
Gallus simply leaned back against her, head nodding ever so slightly. “Are you going to stay here?” He whispered, eyes already closing with exhaustion.
“Why do you think I brought my favorite pillow?” Silverstream asked, prompting the gryphon to let out a slight huff. “Mmm. I thought that was me?”
As the gryphon drifted off to sleep, the hippogriff ran her claws through his head feathers with a tender smile. “That’s the joke you featherhead…”
As Gallus' breathing settled into a deep and regular rhythm, Silverstream scooted closer and spread a wing over the distraught gryphon. Oh Gallus, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner? The pink hippogriff thought, her own heart aching at seeing the one she loved so distressed. “Could do much better. Why me…” Gallus mumbled, final thoughts before totally drifting off to sleep. The gryphon moved slightly, shifting to rest against her side. Ah, and there it is.
Gallus had only mentioned it once before seriously, when they had first started becoming close. Since then, it had only come up in joking or passing once or twice. Apparently those words had apparently been eating at him for some time, possibly ever since first bringing it up. Silverstream's first major clue that Gallus still was troubled by the matter had been from a joke; a casual remark of ‘She could do so much better than me, and yet…’ It had simply passed into conversation, but the look in Gallus’ eyes had burned themselves into Silver’s heart. He truly believed those words. You really think I could have someone better than you? Silverstream wanted nothing more than to wake Gallus up and give him a kiss to erase that thought as best she could- but resigned herself to gently stroking the feathers on his head and cheek. If only you had told me sooner, I’d have gladly told you how wrong that is. Probably while crying, but still would have managed to tell you. How can you possibly think I could do better than you? Do you truly think so little of yourself?
How could she tell him in plain words? His exhausted rambling just a few minute ago proved her suspicions; there was a great deal she had to explain to him. You said I’m always there for you, but you’re just…not? You’re ‘you’ Gallus. Do you have any idea how much that means to me? How much I love you just for that? What else could I possibly want? I don’t have specific battles to fight, while you do. That doesn’t make it any less important.
While nightmares had been plaguing her mind as well, they were more of a growing annoyance rather than a disruption. She planned on telling Gallus of course; the dreams having started shortly after he had admitted to loving her- and her ecstatic reply in kind. It was always the same dream though; the storm king taking Gallus away in some manner or the other. Now that she had someone to lose, that fear had resurfaced apparently. Hmm. Luna appeared in that nightmare and woke me up then. I guess that was real too. She did say Gallus needed my help… The Princess certainly had been correct. Silverstream could see the bags under Gallus’ eyes, the poor gryphon clearly not having slept well for over a week. In short, he looked awful.
How do I tell you how much it hurts, seeing that I can’t help you through this? I want to, so much… Silverstream let out a slight sniff, eyes dampening with tears as she traced Gallus’ cheek with a set of claws. He wasn’t alone, but in not telling her, he only made it seem like that. He’s been alone his entire life, so it’s not fair to expect a sudden change. But he knows that too, all I can do is be there for him. That’s all I want.
Silverstream sighed, the rise and fall of Gallus' sides against her own soothing her slightly frazzled thoughts. She just wanted to make him happy, but unless he told her what was wrong, there was only so much she could do. Never having loved someone like this before, Silverstream hadn’t been prepared for how much she just wanted to see Gallus happy. How much it hurt to see him suffer, both from his own stubbornness and the nightmares was still surprising. We’ll talk tomorrow Gallus. It’s the weekend, so we can just get food, and talk. Somewhere quiet and alone. I don’t know what you’ll say exactly, but I promise to listen and love you all the same.
“I don’t know what you think I’m going to say tomorrow Gallus, but I love you. I’ll be right here.” Maybe it was a trick of the dim lights, but as Silverstream lay a wing and her neck over Gallus' back protectively, she could have sworn a slight smile edged onto his beak.
Sandbar yawned, the young stallion meandering out his bedroom door to the main dormitory lounge. Gallus was usually up before this time and had actually learned to make decent pancakes. That said, there were usually extras… As of recently, that had diminished though. The poor gryphon had looked pretty horrible the past week.
“Hey Gallus, are there any panc-"
“Shhhh.”
Sandbar’s mouth snapped closed, turning around and resisting a very un-stallionlike squeal. On the couch was one of the most adorable scenes he had ever seen. And he lived in Ponyville, so that was saying something.
Curled up under Silverstream’s left wing, Gallus actually looked happy. And considering how exhausted he had appeared the past week, that was a rare sight indeed. The fact he was smiling in his sleep any time Silverstream nudged him only made Sandbar want to squeal more. Giving Sandbar a wave, Silverstream let out a yawn, gesturing to the fridge in the half-kitchen. “He usually puts leftovers there, probably wouldn’t mind.” She whispered, the pony trotting over quietly.
“Thanks, I’ll take a look. Looks like he’s finally sleeping. Good, poor guy needs it.” The pony remarked, prompting a simple nod as the dormitory door swung open.
“Hey Sandbar, have you seen Silver-oooooooooooh.” Smolder started to call out, the mentioned pony making a zipping motion with his hoof. The dragoness saw the sight on the couch and promptly let out a soft groan, dragging a set of claws down her face.
“Ok, that’s adorable even to me. I wish I had my camera…” She grumbled, Yona and Ocellus filtering in behind her.
“Oh! This is where hippogriff friend was!” Yona whispered, looking at the sleeping Gallus.
“Silverstream loyal specialgriff. As loyal as yaks! Gallus lucky.” She proclaimed, Ocellus nodding in agreement.
“We were wondering where you went, but I guess that solves that. We were all thinking of heading out somewhere, maybe join us later in the evening?” Silverstream nodded as Gallus shifted with a few soft mumbles.
“I’d like that! I don’t think he’ll sleep that long anyhow. I’ll catch up with you guys after lunch no matter what though. Let you know about things.” The hippogriff whispered.
“Let us know how he’s doing, we’ve all been worried.” Ocellus added, prompting the others to nod (Smolder included.)
“Will do. Hope you guys have fun! Thanks for checking in.” Silverstream replied with a genuine smile, happier than ever to have such caring friends.
If only you could understand how much we all care for you Gallus. She mused, the gryphon mumbling a bit more. He lifted his head and blinked, looking around before settling back onto the sofa, a smile returning to his beak as Silverstream rubbed his head and neck.
Reaching into the bag she had snagged an hour ago, Silverstream pulled out a book and set it to the side. When Gallus had been dead asleep, she had dashed back to her room to get a few things. Now she could read and keep up the constant cuddles! I could do this for a while! Reading and snuggles. Best. Things. EVER! The book had actually been given to her by the caring gryphon; one of over fifty in the series. ‘Common plumbing methods across Equestria; Book Seven of Fifty-Nine in the ‘Basics of Home Design across Species Series.’
The kiss she had given him after such a gift had left the gryphon about as flustered as Silver had ever seen him. Turning to her marked page, the hippogriff scooted closer to Gallus, pulling him close with a wing. You’re so loved by many, Gallus. I just hope you can see is, and let us help.I hope you will let me help… ----- There were no cohesive thoughts, only a general peace as Gallus slumbered. He vaguely remembered some soft voices, but instead simply resumed drifting in the comforting warmth that was draped over his entire body. There were no cold winds snapping him away, no nightmares, only a dreamless sleep punctuated by feeling safe and content. For the first time in over a week, Gallus woke up naturally, letting out a slight mumble mixed with a yawn. Making the executive decision to lay in bed a bit longer, the gryphon plopped his head back down, scooting closer to the warm pillows and blanket. A pillow that was moving regularly, was surprisingly warm....and pink.
He could have opened his eyes, but instead simply cuddled closer to Silverstream. Apparently the gryphon’s head was resting against her shoulder, the hippogriff settled next to him on the sofa. The heavy blanket was apparently her wing half-draped over him, her own gaze focused on a partially illustrated book in her claws. I wouldn’t mind waking up like this often. Gallus did his best to ignore how true that statement was; and the fact ‘often’ was edging to towards ‘always.’ That step of their relationship was still a ways off; but in terms of sleep quality, this was fantastic. The idea that it could always be like this was a bit overwhelming. A soft sniffle caused Gallus’ ears to perk up, the gryphon letting out a yawn as he looked around blearily. A soft caress on his head caused a hum of contentment to leave his beak.
“Morning Silver.” He mumbled, Gallus closing his eyes to enjoy the affection.
“You have the sniffles?” A soft familiar giggle reached his ear, the gentle massage around the gryphon’s head feathers not ceasing. “You looked so happy, after last night that’s a really nice thing to see.” She whispered, withdrawing her wing slightly as Gallus leaned up ever so slightly.
“I haven’t slept that well in a while.” He admitted, looking over to her with a tender gaze.
The loving and brief kiss on his beak made the gryphon’s wings flare slightly, and Gallus was all smiles as Silverstream gave him a hug. Then pulling back to look at his face a bit more closely, she gave a slight nod.
“You look a bit better. Still tired, but better.” She proclaimed, prompting Gallus to nod.
“That kind of describes how I feel. Better but still tired.” He mused, scooting next to Silverstream before grasping a set of her claws in his.
“Silver, I-” Gallus’ usual plethora of remarks was always stopped by the warm lump in his throat when looking into those two captivating eyes. He could only give her claws a tight squeeze, finally managing to push past the emotional wall. “T-thank you Silver, really. I-” He paused, Silverstream’s tender expression gazing back at him. “I needed the help.”
As he pulled her into another hug, Gallus took a shaky breath. “I needed you.” Admitting the simple need for help lifted a weight Gallus hadn’t known he had been carried, and he hugged Silverstream all the tighter for it.
Looking up at him briefly, Silverstream smiled happily, enjoying his embrace as long as she could. “Always here for you Gallus. Always.” She whispered, then gestured to the book on the arm of the sofa, also seeing the time on a wall clock.
“Hmm. Probably should get some food. Have I mentioned how much I love this book?” She asked, Gallus giving her a final squeeze before cautiously stepping off the couch.
“Hmm. Not since the last time I saw you reading it, at least.” Gallus quipped, prompting another adorable giggle from the hippogriff. "
Oh? So way too long ago then! I love this book!” She proclaimed with a slight flare of her wings, putting the bookmark in the pages carefully before hopping off.
“Guess we should snag some food first- was that Sandbar I heard earlier? I’m not in the mood for pancakes, but I probably should make some more soon.” Gallus asked, Silverstream nodding as they meandered down the hall to the cafeteria for a hot meal.
“Yep. And Smolder, Yona, and Ocellus too. They’re going out for something later, so maybe we can join them? They’ve been really worried about you.” The hippogriff replied, prompting a sigh from Gallus as his wings slumped slightly.
“I know. I haven’t been fair to them, or to you especially.” He admitted, staring at the floor as Silver gave his shoulder a nudge with her own.
“Hey, so you’re not perfect. Big surprise, nobody is.” His shoulder got another nudge, this time Silverstream stopping to give him a quick but loving hug.
“I’m just super-duper happy you finally are letting us help. I didn’t fall in love with you because you’re perfect; I fell in love with Gallus the gryphon. Faults and all.” She whispered, now causing Gallus to take a few deep breaths as tears threatened to brim at his eyes.
“Dangit Silver, I-” He muttered, not able to finish the sentence as he gave her cheek a nuzzle with his own. Silverstream promptly gave him a kiss before returning to his side as they neared the main dining area.
Being the weekend, not many students were present, and Gallus glanced around, finally catching sight of a clock. “Whoa. It’s like halfway to noon already?” He exclaimed as they picked up a hot meal of fish-pastries and fruit sides.
“Yup. You were dead asleep. And super comfy. Best pillow ever.” Silverstream remarked as they munched on their food. “Well that goes both ways. I’d have stayed on that couch all day if I could. You’re so much better than the bed.” Silverstream's naturally pink face burned with a bright maroon blush, the hippogriff promptly chomping on another bite as she avoided Gallus’ gaze. He of course was enjoying her flustered reaction to the fullest. Taking another bite to eat, the gryphon’s ears then flattened ever so slightly as a thought settled into his mind. I have a full belly, a safe place to sleep, and someone who loves me. Didn’t I once dream of this?
“Gallus?”
The gryphon looked up to see two curious purple eyes gazing back at him. “You ok? You’ve been staring at that piece of fruit for like…a solid minute.”
He blinked, wings shrugging as he tried to force out words not laden with emotion. “I’m-” Do I trust her with the truth? Of course. “I’m ok, at least right now. Just- I’ll explain in a bit, alright?” It was the truth; the last thing Gallus wanted was to break down sobbing in the cafeteria. Cuddling and being tearful with Silverstream aside, he still had some semblance of pride.
Finishing up their meal, the two walked out across the school ground and down one of Ponyville’s main streets. Due to it being the weekend, a few of the towns inhabitants were out and about, giving the atmosphere a lively charge of energy. Silverstream was all smiles as she thanked Gallus again for the book, expounding on the latest chapter. “Like, I still can’t get over the idea of pressurized water! It just shoots the contents down the pipes! I think that’s where Twilight got the idea from; I hear they are almost completed in Mount Aris! I can’t wait to try them!” She exclaimed, wings flaring in excitement. “I mean, I don’t think it was me mentioning it. Twilight did stare at me a super long time after I asked her what it’d be like to be in those pipes and stuff…maybe it was me? I dunno. But it sounds AWESOME!”
Gallus occasionally glanced to his ecstatic partner with a genuine smile. While he didn’t have much to add on topics such as this, just seeing Silverstream happy was a treat in and of itself. He did find the subjects interesting though. In this case, it sounded like the pressurized crystal pipes were almost completed; allowing Seaponies to intermingle with hippogriffs on Mount Aris down to individual dwellings. It united split families and allowed more exchange than ever before; no doubt Silverstream’s brother Terramar would be excited beyond words.
“Y’know, I’m pretty sure they have water parks where you can go down slides and stuff. Not like a pipe, but pretty close. I’ve seen pictures and advertisements of…them…” Gallus' words dropped off as Silverstream walked up close to him, beaks almost touching.
“We. Have. To. Go!” She stated, the biggest grin on her face before bouncing back to his side.
“I think everyone would have a fun time. Poor Yona might not be as excited though.” Gallus mused, prompting Silverstream to nod.
“I still think it’d be great! And a separate time with just you though.”
Gallus blinked, head tilting slightly. “Oh?”
Now he knew something was up, because Silverstream’s telltale blush returned in full force. “Erm. I’ll explain later? Can I do that too?” A soft chuckle left Gallus’ beak as he nodded, the two of them meandering along a familiar dirt path that led to a secluded hill overlooking a lake.
“Of course you can.”
As he sat under one of their designated cuddle-trees, Gallus looked over the small field at the base of the hill and the large lake beyond. There were a few individuals frolicking in the water, but his nerves eased substantially at seeing nobody close. Huh. Guess that’s another thing about me. Seeing Silverstream looking at him expectantly, Gallus took a deep breath, scooting over to wrap the hippogriff up in a gentle and sincere hug. Nuzzling her neck feathers, the gryphon wrapped a set of claws around Silverstream’s shoulder and waist.
“Just-hug first.” He mumbled into her feathers, prompting a happy squeal as she returned the gesture whole heartedly. It was almost a reverse reaction within Gallus' mind; Silverstream's embrace erased the edge off of his worries as emotions surged to the fore. He still wasn’t used to this.But I guess I have an entire lifetime of bottled up stuff to deal with- I’m just glad it’s with her.
“This is still h-hard for me, but I want to try.” Gallus whispered, closing his eyes and reveling in feeling Silverstream’s chest rise and fall against his. Apparently she was enjoying the close gesture just as much, because he felt the hippogriff caress his neck feathers in return. “To start- why I was staring at that piece of fruit? Other than it looked really delicious and was a good specimen worthy of attention?” He remarked, feeling Silverstream shake with slight laughter at his words. “I realized where I was. I have a full belly and a safe place to sleep. I grew up not knowing when that would happen.” Gallus continued, bracing himself for the next few words. He pulled back ever so slightly and grasp Silverstream’s claws, the hippogriff looking at him curiously. He placed her clawed hand on his chest, the lump in his throat choking the words that welled up from his heart.
“I a-also realized I have someone who loves me very much. I never imagined that happening. I didn’t know it could. I’ve never loved someone, Silverstream, and now that I do, i-it means everything to me.” The moments where Gallus didn’t care about appearances were becoming more and more frequent, especially in certain pink company. This was no exception as hot tears traced down his cheeks, now hugging the one he loved close. “You mean everything to me Silverstream. And that’s something I still am coming to terms with, and it’s scary too.” - Silverstream held her gryphon tightly, his sides shaking with soft sobs. As Gallus nuzzled her neck, the hippogriff still could feel the blush burning at her own cheeks. Somehow having a set of claws on Gallus’ chest had somehow been one of the most intimate gestures she had ever experienced. It was also one of the most tender moments as Gallus had finally started to open up. Silverstream could feel him lean into her embrace, wanting to be close. Her own heart was on fire, wanting nothing more than to make his world better, to right the wrongs that dared assail him. But I can’t, not yet. He has to tell me what is going on first. And so she waited, held in the arms of the one she loved more than anything. - “I don’t remember most of the other dreams. This last one felt like all of them combined though, so it covers most of them I think.” Gallus explained, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths. Having Silverstream so close was better than any relaxation exercise though, the hippogriff only snuggling closer at his words. He told her everything. The strange rejection, the fight against the changelings, their taunts, and ending with being trapped in goo before being rescued by Luna. Silverstream stayed quiet throughout, letting Gallus finished as she processed his words. “And that’s it. Luna gave me the final push, but I should have told you long ago. I guess I’m just scared.” Gallus whispered, waiting for Silver’s response. - “Do you still think so little of yourself?” Silverstream asked, pulling back to lock gazes with Gallus, her own eyes shining with tender tears. “Gallus, I know all those things about you- and I’m still here. I love you m-more than anything.” Silverstream’s voice quivered as she spoke. “Those dreams are wrong though. You’re not just a bunch of problems, or not wanted, or not needed, or not loved, or-or-” The hippogriff’s claws clenched, snagging one of the gryphon’s hands to squeeze. “The parts of you think I won’t love, you’re wrong. I know you’ve been through a lot of stuff, I know you don’t have a family back home, all of that. I mean, there’s plenty of stuff I don’t know, but the big stuff? I’m still right here, right where I want to be.” She leaned forward to rest her head under his, pressing against the gryphon’s chest to listen to his heartbeat. “Right here.” Silverstream felt warm tears drip onto her feathers as Gallus held her close again, the gryphon rocking her back and forth. “You’re loved by all your friends, and they want the best for you.” Silverstream paused, her voice becoming much softer. “Those dreams are so wrong. How could you think I don’t want or need you? You make me so happy…” - Neither spoke for a time, the two simply enjoying each other’s embrace. Gallus didn’t even try to stem the tears rolling from his cheeks, Silverstream’s words having burned away the fearful thorns that had been digging into his heart for so long. “Just b-because you have specific stuff you need to deal with at times, doesn’t mean you don’t help me just as much.” Silverstream whispered, prompting the gryphon to caress her head feathers with a set of claws.
“Hmm?”
She sighed, sagging into his arms at Gallus’ touch. “Just because there’s moments like this where you need to lean on me, doesn’t mean the stuff you do is any less. And you do so much Gallus. Maybe you don’t know…” Gallus couldn’t help but let out a slight huff, shaking his head as his tears stemmed- but from the loving but damp look in Silver’s eyes, she had a few of her own to shed. “I do know stuff has been bothering you though, but I guess I don’t know what I do, because it does feel a bit lopsided.” He admitted.
She buried her head in his chest feathers, squeezing his talons tightly. “You love me for me. I don’t have to filter myself around you. I can be happy loud me, or let myself be sad and wanting hugs. I don’t have to pretend for anyone. You actually care about what I say, even if it sounds weird. You listen to what I am interested in, and actually take the time to look into it as well.” She let out a sniffle, shifting to press against the gryphon slightly. “I’ve always wanted someone to be able to lean on; maybe it’s stupid. B-but like in the books, a knight to save the princess. I like doing stuff on my own, but sometimes I just w-want this. To be held. To have someone be all romantic and treat me like a lady. T-to show how much they love me in small and big ways, just like you have from the start.”
Gallus couldn’t help but smile, reaching down to cup Silverstream’s cheek in his claws which prompted a few free-flowing tears. “This being one of them I take it?” Gallus saw her nod ever so slightly as he reached down to give her a tender kiss. What he wasn’t prepared for was the slight whimper that left Silverstream’s beak as she kissed him back, then burying her head in his chest feathers once again.
“I’ve wanted someone like this for so long. First a friend, and t-then someone to love. Someone to love me. And then you come along. A-and, a-and-” She looked up and prodded his chest with a set of claws. “And t-then you think you haven’t helped me? That you aren’t wanted or needed? Y-you have no idea how m-much I do. M-maybe I don’t have as many times like this w-where I need you, but you’ve done so much more for me. I c-can’t ever thank you enough. It mean so much…” The only response that Gallus could give was to wrap Silver up in a loving kiss, hugging the hippogriff close until he had to breath at last. Her words had burned away the final thorny vines of doubt in his mind-
“I love you so much Silverstream.” A soft sniffle reached his ears, the hippogriff managing a smile as she looked up at him.
“I love you too Gallus. I love you-“ Her brow furrowed, ears perking up slightly.
“What’s a word more than super? I love you a ton. More than I can say. There we go.” She mused, nuzzling against his feathers once again. “So you’ve always wanted a special somegriff? A boyfriend?” He asked, musing over the new term.
“Huh. Easier to say, at least a bit.” Silverstream nodded ever so slightly, shrugging her wings.
“Boyfriend works- huh. Have we ever called each other that? Well, as does special somegriff. But yes, ish. Just someone to love, to go explore ancient ruins with, read books, just enjoy life together. A friend and then love on top of that, if it makes sense.” She replied, sighing happily. “But between all the stuffy nobles and such, I didn’t know when or how it’d happen. Or even if it would. Wasn’t about to be with some guy just because it looks good.” She grumbled, a set of claws lifting her face up slightly to look at Gallus.
“That makes sense to me, at least as best as it can. As for stuffy nobles, now they’ve got to go through me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He said with a smile, Silverstream letting out a happy hum.
“So, promise to do this more often if stuff is bothering you?” She asked, prodding his chest with a claw again.
“I promise. I might need some encouragement though.” The gryphon admitted, ears flattening slightly. “To have someone not care about the things I see as huge negatives will take time.” His attention was then fully captivated by another kiss, Silverstream grinning as she pulled back.
“Well I hope kisses are a form of encouragement.” She quipped, wiping her eyes with a free set of claws. “And I’ll make sure to make a point of letting you know how much I appreciate you. And want your attention.”
A slight blush then rose to her cheeks. “N-need sounds a bit…um-I just-” Silverstream shifted to rest in Gallus’ arms, letting out a happy sigh. “I want this. I just feel safe and happy. And I need you for that.” She admitted, still blushing rather furiously as Gallus tried to process her words. Huh? Need sounds a bit…what? Doesn’t sound that weird I don’t think… There was something that did make it sound a bit odd, but the gryphon wasn’t sure what. Some knowledge that he couldn’t recall that gave the phrase a different meaning. Eh. Whatever. - Silverstream sagged a bit more into Gallus’ embrace, her ears flattening slightly as another thought rose to the fore. “Silver? Anything else that had been on your mind?” She couldn’t help but smile- the gryphon picking up on her distressing train of thoughts easily. Pressing against his chest, Silverstream shrugged her wings slightly.
“Just a thought. But a good one.” The hippogriff replied, closing her eyes and listening to Gallus’ heartbeat. This sort of embrace was what she had dreamed about.
“You don’t care about me being royalty. That alone means so much. When I was at gatherings back at home, it just hurt.” She explained, brow furrowed as she tried to put feelings to words. “Everyone being nice to me just because of who my aunt is. They didn’t care about me. Plenty thought I was obnoxious, but acted like they enjoyed being around me just to look good to Auntie, and that hurt. That they didn’t care about who I was, or didn’t want to care.” She sniffed, actually surprised as a few more tears brimmed in her eyes.
“I-it’s almost an opposite thing. Y-you grew up on your own and alone, I grew up surrounded by family and friends, but felt so alone at times.” She whispered, prompting a slight squeeze from Gallus. “Until I came here, I didn’t have too many friends. Loving family, yes, but nobody to talk to. To just be me around. And then I met you, and fell head-over-tail in love. At least that’s how it snowballed.” A happy hum was Gallus’ response, Silverstream not able to suppress a giggle as her head-feathers got caressed by some talons.
“I think I understand, as much as I can. Both types sound horrible, in their own way.” He mused.
“I was alone, only one or two gryphons I could call sorta-friends. Although, that was pushing it at times. But at least I could be me. Sounds like you had an opposite but still not so fun problem. Being physically versus emotionally alone.”
Silverstream glanced up at the gryphon in surprise, poking his chest with a claw. “Since when did you become all philosophical?” She asked, prompting a blush from Gallus.
“I-erm, I’ve read books Silver, you know that. Especially on ones that might help me adjust to ‘life.’”
A brief nod was Silver’s reply, shifting to get a bit more comfortable against her living pillow. “Thank you for sharing that stuff with me Gallus.” She finally said, making sure to catch his gaze. “It really does mean a lot, because I want to help. I want to be there for you.”
Gallus smiled back at her, giving the hippogriff a hug in return. “You’re welcome. I feel…relieved I guess? Fears I didn’t want to think about are just less? I think?” He mumbled with a shrug. “I promise I’ll try not to ignore stuff like that again, which really didn’t feel so great. Thank you too for sharing, I wasn’t sure how to bring it all up. I knew something was bothering you, but-” He sighed, shaking his head. “I guess we’ll both try to be better about that, huh? Well. Mostly me. A lot me.” Gallus grumbled with a slight smile, prompting a giggle.
“At least we’re both aware and wanting to help each other. I think that’s a good step.” Silver mused, getting a rather cheeky grin on her face. “Y’know, I have been having some nightmares. Nothing too bad; just that stupid storm king stealing you away.” Clearly Gallus was confused as to why she was grinning, looking down at her rather perplexed.
“Uh, that doesn’t sound fun. I can certainly promise I would put up quite a fight, but I don’t know how to help. I mean, I really liked that sleeping arrangement.” The bright blush on Silverstream’s face was enough to make Gallus laugh, the hippogriff trying to pout.
“I liked it too. But I had a different idea. I want good night kisses. Only thing that will help.”
“You are adorable when you try to pout.”
“I AM POUTING!”
“Nuh uhhhhh.”
Silverstream couldn’t hold in her giggles any longer, giving Gallus a loving kiss and a hug before sliding to sit next to him. “I love you Gallus. You sarcastic goof.” Said gryphon was all smiles, craning his head sideways to look at her.
“Are suuuuuuuuure? Reaaaaaallllyyyyyy?” Seeing Silverstream shoot him a deadpan look, Gallus chuckled and nudged her shoulder with his own.
“I love you too Silverstream. Hmm, should we stay here for a bit and then go see what everyone else is planning?”
“Sounds good, but I definitely want more snuggles.”
Gallus promptly wrapped the hippogriff up in his arms again with a grin. “Snuggles it is.”
Muscles still aching from an intense workout and still slightly damp from a quick shower, Gallus trotted into Headmare Twilight’s office, sitting down and looking at the Alicorn expectantly. “Thank you for coming Gallus; this will be pretty short, obviously.” She began. “Simply put, are you sure about this? I mean you’ll miss a chunk of studies, but I can condense the material easily enough. Actually, it’ll be super fun to do and I’ve already started, but ANYWAYS-I certainly approve of this, as does Starlight.” Gallus simply nodded, ears perking up slightly.
“I’m sure, Princess Twilight, and thank you. I’ve put a lot of thought into it, and it’s only for a month or two. That said, I couldn’t have done it without your recommendations and help. I wasn’t sure how to afford it, not completely at least.” Twilight nodded, getting up from the desk and giving Gallus a kind smile. “You are most welcome; Starlight and I are very proud you’re choosing to handle things this way; there’s plenty of less constructive ways of dealing with such things. As for payment, since you’re technically ambassador of the gryphon empire, consider it a diplomatic gesture. At least that’s how it’s being said. It’s just a bunch of boring paperwork.” She waved a hoof with a smile, then offering it to Gallus.
The gryphon nodded, shaking her outstretched hoof in thanks. “Well, thank you. I don’t really know what else would help at this point. I was considering it before these nightmares, but this kind of made it clear.” “Have you told Silverstream?” “I-I’m telling her today after I drop off the checks at the bank.” Gallus added, Twilight nodding briefly. “She’ll understand at the very least. Of that I’m sure.” “I hope so; thank you again.” “Take care Gallus.” ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- -Two Hours Later-
“Squish.” “Silver….” “Squiiiiiish.” “I think you’re having too much fun with this.” “SQUISH!” Gallus rolled his eyes, not able to resist a slight smile as Silverstream tugged at his cheeks. “Yes. I have squishy cheeks. This is not new.” He remarked good naturedly, reaching over to lightly pull on Silverstream's cheeks in payback. “Let’s see how you-” Gallus' words abruptly cut out as Silverstream’s expression got completely dreamy, the hippogriff sagging into his claws at the gryphon’s touch. So much for giving the hippogriff a taste of her own medicine. “Hmm. Someone happy?” He asked with a smile, prompting an ever so slight nod from the pile of lovey putty that was now Silverstream. The kiss Gallus planted on her beak certainly didn’t help her recover, but the completely content expression had him chuckling. Worth it.
“You certainly look happy. Really, really happy.” Gallus remarked, trying his hardest to not burst into laughter as Silverstream’s eyes cleared slightly, focusing on him briefly. “I aaaaaaammmm.” “Well, I still need to go to the bank, as much as I’d love to stay like this and watch that blush turn your entire head and neck a different color.” “It does not!” Gallus now couldn’t help but laugh as Silverstream's ears perked up, the hippogriff glaring at him briefly. “Well now is definitely is. Hmmm. I wonder if your entire body would eventually turn a new shade of pink..” He whispered, giving her a brief hug before sitting beside Silverstream, waiting for her before setting off. The glare intensified for a good moment before Silverstream let out a huff and walked alongside him, finally breaking into giggles. “I turn dark pink, you turn purple. It’s a super power!”
Gallus raised an eyebrow as they walked along one of Ponyville’s main roads. “Not exactly a useful one though?” He remarked, prompting Silverstream to nudge his shoulder with a grin. “Maybe not. But I guess it caaaaan be used to judge how effective a kiss or hug or cuddle or anything like that is!” The gryphon couldn’t argue that point in the slightest. “So, you said you’d tell me why we’re at the bank. Some sort of story behind all this?” Silverstream asked, happily sitting next to Gallus on a bench next to the target building. “It’s a story alright, let me see…” ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- -Ten Years Ago-
The scrawny griffin shivered, shoving more burned timbers aside as the cold wind howled at his back. “Of course the place burned down. And of course they used big stupid beams.” He grumbled, shoving the final pieces aside. Forcing one of the two massive doors in front of him open, Gallus took a peek inside before wiggling in, torch in claw. “Ok. Still cold, but no wind. I hope this was worth a week of digging out.” He huffed, glancing around and then grinning. “Whoaaaaaaaaa…”
Taking out a small note, the gryphon promptly squeezed out of the door briefly, tacking the durable parchment to the old wooden entrance. Then wiggling back inside, the gryphon walked through the massive hall, looking at the various shelves on either side. Buried in the remnants of what used to be one of the ancient kingdom’s marketplaces, the underground room was massive! And he just claimed all of it.
------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- “Waitwaitwait. You dug out some abandoned creepy ruins and claimed it all? THAT’S SO COOL!” Silverstream squealed, literally bouncing on her haunches as she waited for more. “Wait. How does that work? I thought Griffinstone didn’t have to many laws other than…y’know, don’t hurt, steal, and so on?” Gallus nodded, waving a set of claws. "That’s true. But there were so many ruins around that had been looted, many used them for shelter and stuff. So the basic ideas was this; you paid a bit for a certificate. Then you tack that certificate onto an abandoned dwelling that didn’t look like anyone had lived in it for over a decade or two. You then had claim to use that as shelter, and one item inside it. The rest of the items were to be turned over to the government; which didn’t really exist yet. Now that there’s a council, they handle all that sort of thing.”
Gallus couldn’t help but grin, fishing out a stack of small papers from the satchel around his neck. “But I paid ten bits for the certificate.” Silverstream blinked, looking at the papers curiously. “Those are…checks? For currency?” Gallus nodded, stowing them before continuing. “If you paid ten bits, you still could only claim one item. But that fee marked it as a cultural or historical site. If that turned out to be true, you’re entitled to one percent of whatever that may yield. The law is…literally that vague. But I had heard stories of an underground room packed with loot, and I was freezing, so I dug it out.” “Okandthenwhat?!”
Gallus walked through the massive stone halls, the only light emanating from the small torch in his claws. Dulled metal shone off the dozens upon dozens of racks on the walls, dampness itching through his fur and feathers all the while. “What is this place…?” Suits of armor were piled on the racks, many having fallen to the floor as the connecting straps had disintegrated. Weapons lined other metal racks next to the armor, and passageways led out in different directions halfway through. At the end of the massive granite hall were six stone statues, all surrounding a larger carving of King Grover. The metal armor on these hadn’t fallen; at least mostly. A few pieces were scattered here and there, but somehow they looked different.” ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- ------- -------
“So you found like, a bunch of ancient armor and weapons? THAT’S SO COOL!” Silverstream exclaimed, looking over to the sheepish gryphon. “That’s basically it. But uh, apparently only part of it.” He admitted. “Part of it?” Gallus held up one of the checks, still clearly a tad confused. “Apparently it was an armory. Like. A big, big armory. Since I dug it out, or in other words, found it, that made my claim even more valid. I thought the stuff would just get sold, but apparently the statues and everything have been taken for refurbishment and use or put in a museum. More like ‘renting’ the stuff out. So I get a sliver of that.”
He stared at the check, then shrugged before looking to Silverstream. “So apparently I have bits that need to be put into a bank every month- or rather, now get automatically put there. I have no idea what to do with them though. Twi-erm, Headmare Twilight helped me set up an account; I just have to show them I’m me, give them the checks, and then the council will send me my portion each month. So…yippie I think?” He huffed, shrugging his wings. “One of the few things I tried that actually paid off. It feels really weird, to have bits I mean. It’s enough to survive comfortably, but that’s about it. But to be able to buy stuff is odd.” Gallus shook his head, letting out a slight squawk as Silverstream surprised him with a hug.
“That’s. AWESOME!” She yelled, now hopping off the bench to hover in place. “So you basically went treasure hunting, and because you were freeeeezing, dug out an ancient armory with tons of weapons and armor, laid a claim on it, and now museums and places are renting that stuff and paying you so other creatures can see the history and it’s all due to you first-”
Gallus reached out and closed her beak with a genuine smile. “Silver. Breath.” The hippogriff did just that, taking a few deep breaths before looking back at him, still ecstatic at the tale. “That’s like a story just out of a Daring Doo novel! That’s so neat Gallus! Can we tell the others?” She asked, prompting the gryphon to nod. “I guess it does make a good story.” He admitted, then gesturing to the bank. “Yea, I think that’d be fun. Let me deposit this first, then we can meander back for lunch and then tell them?” He suggested, prompting Silverstream to nod. “Ok! I’ll wait riiiiiight here!” She emphasized her words by plopping down on the bench, the gryphon chuckling as he gave her a brief kiss, then trotting inside the bank. -----
Silverstream sighed happily as Gallus vanished inside the simply stone structure, still floored by his story. So. Cool! The fact he had no idea what to do with money was adorable; but also sad. The hippogriff’s ears flattened slightly at the thought, but the fact Gallus was doing ok made up for it. At least now he could afford stuff- I wonder if that’s how he bought me that book? Silver mused, claws tapping across the wooden bench in thought. Something else had been bothering Gallus as of late. It had been a week since he had finally opened up to her- and in that respects he seemed better. There was something behind his eyes that was different from before though. He was sleeping better, yet in the mornings she had caught him looking scared at times. Something was very wrong, but she trusted him to tell her.
Perking up as Gallus arrived, the gryphon held up a small receipt as they walked down a side-road. “Well. That was easy. Monthly payments from my claim. It’s kinda awesome actually.” Gallus remarked, prompting a giggle. “It is TOTALLY awesome. Hey, what item did you claim by the way? A sword? Shield? The head of a statue?” She asked, prompting him to look a tad flustered. “Umm, to be honest Silver, I want that to be a surprise.” He admitted, prompting a happy squeal. "Oh? I love surprises! Well, good ones. Is it a good one?” She asked, prompting Gallus to give her shoulder a nudge. “I think it’s a good one. But it won’t be for a while though.” “Oh, ok!”
As they walked through one of the many parks on the outskirts of Ponyville, Silverstream sighed, reaching over and giving the gryphon’s shoulder a squeeze. Sitting down, Silver waited for him to do the same with a curious expression. “Gallus, I trust you to tell me stuff, but I know something is wrong. This past week, you’ve looked almost scared in the morning.” Silver asked softly. -----
At hearing Silverstream’s question, Gallus' heart rose to his chest. His wings flattened to match his ears, and Silverstream actually took a surprised breath at seeing his eyes widen. “Gallus?” Her body covered in blood. “S-silver, I-” Fighting through a laughing horde, unable to reach her. Gallus' chest heaved, grip tightening on the offered claws of Silverstream to his side. “You couldn’t save her, AGAIN!” Her screams. A never ending hallway as swords and spears were driven into- A tight hug brought the gryphon back to reality, Silverstream rocking him back and forth. “Gallus? S-say something…” The gryphon took a shaky breath, not having realized the tears that coursed down his cheeks. “Sorry Silver. I’m here.” He said, prompting the hippogriff to sniffle. “What is going on? You just stared off into the distance and started to cry.” The gryphon shifted his arms to hug Silverstream close, letting out a sigh. “I was planning on telling you. I wasn’t sure if it was a regular thing; but it’s just nightmares. These are worse though, much worse.” He admitted, voice getting softer. “I looked scared in the mornings because I was.”
Silverstream pulled back to look at him curiously, still not fully understanding. “Huh?” “The past week, every night, horrible dreams. I still sleep, but every night, you’ve…died. And I’ve been helpless.” He whispered, letting out a slow breath. “And yes, we’re safe here, but I-” The gryphon frowned, trying to find the words. “We are safe, and I’m ok Gallus.” Silverstream whispered, ears perking up as a determined look entered Gallus’ gaze. “For now, and hopefully that won’t change. But there’s something else. It’s like an itch.” “An itch?”
Gallus held out a set of his talons, looking at the razor-sharp tips. “I know I haven’t told you too much about my past, and I do want to slowly do that. But for my entire life, I’ve had to fight to stay alive. It’s what kept me alive through the blizzards, pushing me to find shelter and not freeze to death. It was my will to live I guess. I was willing to fight to stay alive, not just accept fate and give up.” Now he brought Silverstream in for a deep kiss, a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes. “I held on to the scrap of hope that someday things would be better. Even if it was a one in a million chance, I knew it might get better. And it did.” He whispered, reaching over to cup Silver’s cheek in a set of claws. “It got so much better, more than I could have imagined. But-” He sighed, and while Silverstream expected some downcast words, Gallus’ eyes held only love and determination. “That thing, this…beast that helped me survive, it’s still there but with nowhere to go. It’s just spinning around, and has so much energy but nothing to use it on. Maybe part of it is being a predator, but I think it’s a bit more than that. There’s plenty of fight left, but nowhere to aim it.”
Silverstream’s expression lightened, recalling the past week. “Is that why you’ve been doing extra workout stuff?” Gallus nodded, shoulders slumping. “It’s what has helped the most. It’s like a fighting animal inside with nowhere to run, no direction. I can’t apply it to studies or whatnot; it’s more physical than that. It’s more primal, I think is the right word, like just knowing the basics of fishing or hunting.” Gallus looked up to the curious hippogriff with a sigh. “Ever since we got lost in the Everfree, I’ve wanted to protect you.” The gryphon admitted, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. “When we fought those wolves, that’s when I first realized there was something that needed a direction. It wasn’t until these nightmares that I knew where to point it, what I needed to fight.”
Silverstream’s face was a rather dark shade of pink, the hippogriff letting out a slight squeak. “You’ve wanted to p-protect me?” Gallus nodded, not able to resist a slight smile. “Despite the fact you took on three wolves all on your own, the fact you were in danger made me feel something. You said yourself, I looked scary. That was when this thing- it just…” Gallus sighed, shaking his head. “I grew up feeling helpless, Silverstream. I was at the mercy of the weather, any angry gryphons, life, just because I was young and in a cruddy situation. But now, I’m not.” His eyes narrowed, and Silverstream’s blush flared up on her cheeks. While his eyes were brimming with love, there was a fire behind them that hadn’t been there before.
“I love you with all my heart, and even if it may seem like a fool’s errand, I want to keep you safe, no matter what. So I’m going to a different school for about two months. And I haven’t forgotten about the visit to Mount Aris after that.” He explained, taking her claws in his. “If I don’t do something, I feel like these nightmares will just keep getting worse, and this fighting itch won’t go away. It need to be directed, otherwise it will just make me go crazy. I guess ‘fight’ is the best word. I’ve fought all my life to survive, and now that I don’t, I need to use that for something else.” He smiled, a genuine loving expression that made Silverstream scoot closer. “And since it has to have a direction, I’m going to put all that energy into protecting you, or learning to do so. Even if I never have to use it, at least I’ll know that I won’t ever be helpless again, that I can at least try to prevent these nightmares, real or not. Headmare Twilight and Starlight think it’s a good idea, and I got accepted to a pre-guard combat school, s-so…yeah.”
Silverstream let out a soft hum, then reaching forward to wrap her gryphon up in a hug. “I don’t like the idea of you going away, but the f-fact you’re doing that for me. I-I-” She let out a sniffle, a few tears brimming in her eyes. “T-that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done f-for me. T-thank-MMF” The kiss abruptly cut off the rest of her words, Gallus pulling her close and making sure the expression was passionate enough to make Silver’s wings flare.
“No thanks necessary. I just- I feel like this is the best way to handle it.” Gallus explained, letting out a sigh. “I still plan on seeing you on my days off, as best I can. Discord has actually agreed to help with that.” Silverstream simply snuggled closer, enjoying his close touch for a moment. “I think it’s all really smart, and rather sweet.” She remarked, looking up into his eyes briefly. “So I’m glad you’re doing something to help yourself, even if it takes you away for a bit. You really are m-my knight in shining armor.” She whispered happily, burying her head into his chest feathers. “I guess this technically would be a step closer to that. I’m just-I’m glad you’re not upset or anything.” Gallus ran his talons through her headfeathers gently, prompting the hippogriff to let out a huff. “I’m upset you’re leaving, of course. But I’m absolutely excited that you’re helping yourself and trying to feel better. I can’t help you in every way. So the more you can help yourself, all the better.” She then paused, her loving eyes meeting Gallus’ gaze. “You said Discord was willing to help?”
Gallus chuckled, nuzzling her beak with his briefly. “Well, sort of.” ------- ------- ------- ------- -One Hour Earlier-
“…you what? Really?” The chaotic god sighed, looking at the piece of paper held out in front of Gallus. “I just explained it. Not a favor, because I know it takes time out of your day; but if you’d be willing to teleport me or Silverstream to each other and back each weekend.” Gallus quipped, waiting expectantly. Discord sighed, rubbing the bridge of his muzzle with a claw. “I really am happy for you two lovebirds, but I don’t like being used as method of transportation…” “Discord, this isn’t for free.” The Draconequus rolled his eyes, glancing at the gryphon with a shred of amusement. “What will you pay me with? Bits? I already filled up my entire washing machine with the things.” “My Shawl of Deception.” Now Gallus had all of Discord’s attention as a sly smile began to twitch at the Draconequus’ muzzle “Excuse me? What was that?”
Gallus grinned, gesturing to the paper. “In return for aiding me in seeing Silver each week, you will receive the Shawl of Deception when I return for our adventures again. You know, the shawl I was thinking of selling for gold, but would go great with the pieces of armor you’re trying to-” “I know what you’re talking about you crafty bird.” Discord chuckled, reading over the offered paper. “This is a contract for the God of Chaos to aid Gallus in seeing his love Silverstream once a week-ok too many emotions blah blah…in return, the Shawl of Deception will be traded to Discord on completion of the contract. As a sign of good faith, halfway through a correctly executed contract, Gallus the Knight agrees to trade the ring of mesmerizing! Really?! Oh I could use that perfectly with-”
Discord looked over the contract again, eyes narrowing at the fine print. “Note- contract will be canceled if any shenanigans take place to disrupt or otherwise impact negatively the purpose of the contract.” He looked up to Gallus, who was looking at him expectantly. “Really? Was that necessary?” The gryphon shrugged in response. “How would you feel looking forward to a tea party with Fluttershy, only to have your time interrupted by a rude pony or an impromptu friendship lesson by someone?”
Discord raised a claw to object, and then simply nodded. “You raise a fair point.” Pulling out a massive square stamp, Discord painted the entire contract red with a slap, the image of his face covering the entire paper. “I accept, Sir Gallus. I will aid you in your quest for…love. And I look forward to resuming our adventures (and my reward,) on your return.” Gallus chuckled, shaking the outstretched limb. “The pleasure is all mine Discord.” ------- -------
Silverstream’s eyes were wide as Gallus finished his tale, the hippogriff letting out a squeal. “You’re doing all this for me?” She squeaked, nuzzling his chest feathers with a happy hum. “Well yeah. I love you, so of course. I want you to be happy and safe, whatever that entails." “Im lmf yumf tmm.” “…um…” Silver giggled, looking up to speak away from his chest this time. “I love you too.” Gallus sighed happily, then looking a bit unsure of his next words. “I need to pick some stuff up from Griffinstone next week actually. Would you like to come? I’d really like that.”
The unsettled look in his eyes was more than enough alone to prompt Silverstream to nod, giving him a brief squeeze around the middle with her arms. “I’d love to, and I promise I won’t ask too many questions if you start to get uncomfortable. I know there’s a lot of stuff in that head of yours.” Silver replied, her tone tender but serious. Gallus wrapped her up in a hug of his own, caressing his beak along her cheek and then nuzzling the hippogriff’s neck lovingly. “Thank you Silverstream, for everything.” The hippogriff’s returning affectionate nuzzles were enough to make Gallus sigh happily. “You deserve every bit of thanks too Gallus. And I won’t let you forget it.” Leaning his cheek against hers, Gallus couldn’t help but smile. “Oh? How will you not let me f-MFFFF” Oh. That’s how.
The gryphon wrapped up Silverstream in his arms, yanking her close as he returned the passionate kiss. As all of Gallus’ worries bled away at her touch, he couldn’t help but hold Silverstream tighter. I’m not about to let you go Silver, not now, not ever.
“I have decided that I do not like teleporting places.” Gallus grumbled, smoothing down some puffy crest feathers as he walked with Silverstream towards the main Griffinstone gates. A teleport was certainly a faster method of travel as opposed to a few days of trains and a boat. That said, he’d be sure to mention to Starlight she needed to refine long-distance spells a bit. …Or maybe not, because then Headmare Twilight would probably write a how-to essay on it, and Starlight would get annoyed to say the least.
“Aww, but you look adorable! Arcane-induced fluffy!” YAY!” The hippogriff proclaimed, grabbing him in a quick hug before looking around. “So this is Griffinstone; huh. Looks interesting.” She mused, Gallus nodding as he shrugged his wings. The place had certainly changed in the past year or so for the better. Next to the large gates shaped in the red and gold Griffinstone Crest, there were actual resident guards now watching ponies and gryphons meander in and out. The once proud city was starting to rise from the ashes, the dumpy dwellings having been cleared away for homey granite and brick stone housing and even some multi-storied businesses. The once dirt street now had neatly laid cobblestones that led to the governing council chambers, and shops had sprouted up outside a large central marketplace. Simple lamps lined the main streets, and smaller powered lighting in front of the shops with clearly recent wiring in place was visible along the rooftops.
Love is Magic- First Movement (For just the next paragraph or two; a short moment, but the song captures that quite well.)
It now was starting to feel like an actual town, a city. “So after I show you around for a bit, I’ll need to go to talk to Grampa Gruff, and you can admire some more of the shops if you want.” Gallus suggested, Silverstream letting out a happy squeal. “I’d LOVE that!” “If they’re free, I can bet Gilda or Gabby might want to say hi. Or maybe not, but they’re some of the few gryphons that actually helped me out; so I need to thank them for sure.” Gallus added, speaking more to himself than Silverstream. The hippogriff was just happy to trot along at his side, head on a swivel as they passed through the main gates and down the large busy street. “Thisissocoolthisissocoolthisissocoolthisissocool-” Gallus couldn’t help but let out a soft “snrk,” trying to not burst out laughing as Silverstream's overjoyed whispers reaching his ears.
Looking over to the ecstatic hippogriff, Gallus couldn’t help but sigh happily. Someone as amazing as her actually loves me… Wide lavender eyes gazed into a shop window, relics of old capturing Silverstream’s immediate attention. She took in the sights as a hatchling would; with unabashed wonder and curiosity. Always curious; one of many things I love about her. The gryphon mused, enjoying her antics as the hippogriff bounded from window to window, barely-contained squeals of joy leaving her beak. The few gryphons or ponies who paid her any mind had mixed expressions; some of annoyance, others of amusement. Some actually seemed to watch her with a dreamy gaze, as though envying the excitement of discovering something new. (Song end)
Gallus padded along at a slower pace, letting Silverstream peek in most, if not all the shop windows along this section of street. A few times she beaconed to have him cover over; and the gryphon was surprised to see the items she pointed out were actually pretty neat. Old coins, artifacts of wars long past, but to name a few. She’s just so happy and curious- always wanting to explore the world.And then she’s gorgeous on top of it all… With that final thought, Gallus' eyes widened slightly, a burning blush flooding his cheeks and neck.
Somehow, another layer of intimate attractiveness decided to finally welded itself onto his awareness at that last thought. If he was being honest with himself, it had been there for a time, but only now decided to make itself aware to his conscious thoughts. Gallus’ thoughts now flatlined, the gryphon struggling to place one set of claws in front of the other. He had always found her rather attractive; but this was the final and rather intimate layer to that. Ok. Where did THAT come from?! And until now, how in the world did I not-
He knew of course. But of all the times and places, it could have been better. As sudden and slightly annoying as it was, Gallus couldn’t help but feel like his feelings were more complete, in an odd way. It was as though something he never knew was missing had been found. A conversation with Starlight sprung to mind from a few months ago; he probably should have taken what the book said more seriously… Whoops. ‘Reading this might help you expect some things, Gallus.’ ‘The effects of malnutrition? Huh?’ ‘It can affect your body and mind; but now that you’re recovering from that, I thought it’d help as things stabilize.’ ‘Thanks Starlight, I will.’
It was now that Gallus noticed a very amused Silverstream poking at his side, the hippogriff following his gaze. “…something about that cloud catch your attention?” She asked, Gallus extremely aware as to how nice it was to have her sides brush his. “Ah-erm, we’ll go with that. Let’s just get to the main council chambers. I don’t want to have to wait for Grumpy Gruff to finish his meetings.” Gallus stammered, trotting off as Silverstream hopped along. “Grumpy Gruff? Pfffft.”
If Silverstream noticed his entire neck and cheeks were purple, she didn’t show it, for better or worse. Oh tailfeathers. How would I explain that?…I stubbed my claw. Yes. That’s it. And it hurt so I tried not to yell out. Or, y’know. I could tell her the truth. Yeah, that’s not totally awkward. But-Errands first. Step one.
Stopping at a tidy shop, Gallus poked his head inside, seeing two familiar griffins. “H-Hey Gilda, Gabby.” He stammered, the two mentioned individuals staring in shock. “Gallus? Whoa. Didn’t expect to see you here!” One gryphoness called over, the other trotting over and looking over Gallus. “Good to see you dude, you’re actually looking pretty good.” She remarked, the corners of her beak turning up slightly at seeing a certain pink-feathered necklace. “And you must be Silverstream; I’m Gilda.” She held out a set of claws, Silverstream bowing her head and shaking them. “Nice to meet you Gilda; and you’d be right. That’s me!” Her smooth tone only lasted for about half of her words, the characteristic excited squeak peaking at the end. Gilda chuckled, waving to another gryphon behind the counter as Gabby walked up.
“C’mon Gabby. Hey, Gretta! Store is yours for a bit. We’re just heading out for a while.” Gretta waved a set of claws, the grey patterned gryphon next to Gilda bouncing up and down excitedly. “So you’re Silverstream? I’m Gabby! Nice to meet you!” She happily shook Silverstream’s claws with a grin. On hearing the excited gryphon’s voice, Silverstream’s ears perked up even more. “Nice to meet you too! I heard you went to Ponyville before?”
As the two chatted back and forth, Gilda gave Gallus’ shoulder a shove with a fist, nodding slowly. “I’m glad you’re doing alright Gallus, really.” She said, tone actually soft and sincere. “You had me worried for a while.” Gallus shrugged, rubbing his neck awkwardly before finally looking over to her. “It was pretty rough, your help made it much easier actually. I never really thanked you, not formally. So…thank you Gilda.” He stated, making sure to look at her when speaking; last thing he wanted was for her to think he was insincere.
“You’re quite welcome. I’m just glad I was able to help somegriff.” She replied, shrugging with a slight smile on her beak. “So what are you up to here? Showing your special somegriff around?” Gallus felt a blush rise to his cheeks, nodding briefly. “Erm, well yeah. But also picking up some stuff from Grampa Gruff. I also did want to thank you and Gabby.” He explained, prompting Gilda to chuckle. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re doing alright.” She then glanced back to Silverstream and Gabby who fist-bumped claws. “Really really well.”
Gallus couldn’t help but smile, Gabby hopping up to his side. “Hey Gallus! You’re looking much better! And you and Silverstream? WOW. She’s fun!” Gabby crowed, happily walking alongside the gryphon. “That’s an understatement to say the least.” Gallus grinned, then turned to look at the bouncy gryphoness. “Hey, Gabby? Those time that you offered me bits or food; whether I turned it down or not…thank you.” He said, gaze softening slightly. “I was an idiot not to take help, but feeling like someone pitied me, I just- thank you. It did help, a lot.” Gabby seemed to settle down ever so slightly, giving Gallus’ shoulder a nudge. “You’re welcome, and don’t worry about it. I get the whole pity-angle. I’m just glad you’re happy! So you’re here to visit us and the grumpy Gruff?” She asked, gesturing to the stump-shaped building in front of them. “He should be in there. We can chat out here if you want!” Gabby remarked, glancing back to a smiling Silverstream. “Yup! I’m good.” She chirped, waving to Gallus with a set of claws.
Clearly a tad surprised the three were getting along so well, Gallus waved back and trotted up the steps. Well. At least that went over well. ------
Silverstream smiled at the two gryphons, the three walking over to wait under a few newly-planted trees to the side of the council hall. “So Silverstream…what do you think of Gallus? We’ve heard a bit about you, buuuuuut-” Gilda asked, looking over the pink hippogriff curiously.
Knowing full well a blush was on her cheeks, Silverstream couldn’t help but let out a slight giggle. “I-um. Think of him? I mean I love him, a lot.” She stammered, fiddling with her claws. Gabby grinned, stepping forward with barely contained excitement. “Oh! I’ve always wanted to do this!” The gryphoness snagged a bit of shiny tile, aiming the sunlight at Silverstream’s face. “What are your intentions with Gallus?” She asked, her barely-giggling tone offsetting the artificial roughness she tried to portray.
Silverstream’s ears flattened slightly, looking at the two curiously. “W-what? What do you mean?” She asked, Gilda rolling her eyes as Gabby laughed to herself. “Silverstream, we just want to know what your plans are with Gallus. Good or bad. He’s younger than us, well, only by a bit, but we’ve seen him grow up. He’s our friend. We both just want to make sure he’s happy, girl to girl.” Gilda remarked, Gabby’s expression becoming rather troubled for a moment.
“Yeah. I’ve heard pleeeeenty of stories and known a few gryphons it has happened two. Guy falls in love, girl leads him on to get whatever, girl leaves, guy is a mess. We just don’t want anything like that happening to Gallus. That wouldn’t be nice.” The gryphoness’ demeanor darkened towards the end, then looking back up to the puzzled hippogriff. Gilda actually took a step back as Silverstream glared at her, a rather ferocious look in the hippogriff’s eyes. “I love him! Why would I lead him on? He’s had a hard enough life! I mean, he hasn’t told me a bunch about his past, but I don’t want to pry. I just want him to be happy!” She growled, sitting down and looking at the two. Silverstream’s ears and wings drooped as she let out a slight sniffle.
“A-And if it turns out that n-not being with me makes him happy, t-then t-that’s ok. Because he’ll still b-be h-happy.” She choked out, taking a deep breath and glaring at the two for a moment, expression then softening. “But intentions? I-I want to get to know him more. Everything so far has just made me love him more and more. I know he’s got a lot of stuff to deal with, but I don’t want to push him in any way. He means everything to me, I mean if he asked me to marry him now I’d probably say ye-” Silverstream's cheeks were about three noticeable shades darker than the rest of her body, the hippogriff letting out a slight squeak. “I-um, said that last part out loud, didn’t I? Ohmygosh.”
Both Gabby and Gilda broke out into laughter, wide smiles on their beaks as their gazes softened. “That was waaaaaay more of an answer than I think we were looking for!” Gabby giggled, holding her side with a set of claws. “I was expecting an ‘I love him and want him to be happy,’ but wow.” She added, Gilda walking over and gently resting a set of talons on Silverstream’s shoulder. “Thank you Silverstream, and erm, sorry for that.” The gryphon winced, a slight embarrassed blush on her white cheeks. “Just, we care about him and wanted everything to be alright. No offense, but if you were any different I’d have probably told you to not hurt him ‘or else.’” Gilda let out a slight huff. “Mainly if you were a gryphon, actually. No offense though; I’m glad he’s got someone like you at his side.”
Silverstream let out a sniffle, now all smiles as she held out a set of claws to the pair. “None taken. I’m just glad he has friends like you all. So....between us, friends? I understand the ‘don’t hurt Gallus talk,’ it’s rather sweet actually. I couldn’t imagine doing something like that though! I just love him and want him to be happy and close and-” Silverstream’s words cut out with a slight blush, looking to the gryphoness’ in front of her. Gabby shook the outstretched claws, Gilda suppressing a snicker before nodding and adding her claws to the mix. “Well, glad to hear. Happy and close huh?”
Silverstream glanced over curiously, head tilted in curiosity. “What? I love his hugs and kisses and-oh. OH.” The blush that swept over Silverstream’s face and neck was enough to have Gabby in tears from laughter, Gilda simply grinning. “Oh look, there’s your boyfriend now.” “EEEEEP!”
----- -A few minutes prior-
Gallus trotted inside the council chambers, following the simple wooden signs down marble halls to Grampa Gruff’s office. For not being organized for years upon years, the older gryphon apparently had figured out that filling cabinets were of use, because his room was full of them, all circled around an old wooden desk. “Oi. Gallus. So you’re here then? Heard you were coming to pick up your items.” The elderly council member called out, hopping down from a rather tall desk chair to look over the younger gryphon.
“Huh. Look more healthy. Fatter. Glad to see it. Now then…” Grampa Gruff hauled out a large crate, a quick glance inside showing it packed with sawdust. Gallus examined the contents to ensure all were accounted for before latching the container back up. “Do you remember what I told you about this, hatchling? And what you promised?” He asked, his one good eye dead set on Gallus. “I remember. I’m not planning on wearing it other than for fitting until after I’ve gotten training.” Gallus remarked, showing a small certificate drawn from his neck satchel. “Combat School eh? Well I’d be peeved it wasn’t the one in the gryphon empire, but they barely started plumbing the old training grounds. So pony fighting will have to do for now.” Grampa Gruff grumbled, nodding slowly.
“Aye. That will indeed keep your word. Now get your stuff and head on out! You have that lovely lady waiting for you anyhow!” The older gryphon called, then pausing briefly. His withered expression softened for but a brief moment as he held out a set of claws. “Gallus. I’m glad you’re doing well, hatchling.” The council member stated sincerely, Gallus shaking the outstretched claws. “Thank you for your help over the years too.” Gallus added, then backing up as the other gryphon flared his wings. “Ok enough of that! Out out out! I have papers to sign and I’ll charge you ten bits if you make me miss the next appointment I have!” Gallus chuckled as he hefted the crate on his back, trotting out of the office. - Once out of view and earshot, Grampa gruff slumped back into the desk chair, letting out a slight sigh. “You did well Gallus, much better than most here. Take care youngster." - Once in the hallways of the council chamber, Gallus cracked the crate open once again, looking at a worn metal helmet held in his claws. A decade-old memory came flooding back to the fore, the armored piece having unlocked it from Gallus' mind. ------ -Ten Years Ago-
“But I found it! So I can do whatever I want with it, right? It’s my claim!” The young hatchling said, glaring at the elderly gryphon. Grampa Gruff trotted over, examining the pile of armor. “Gallus, listen to me.” He trolled, the sincere tone causing the hatchling to clam up.
“You claimed it, yes. And if you wish to sell it for a few bits now, I won’t stop you. But remember this; If you do that, sometime in the future you will regret it. This is more valuable than you realize- and not many around know that. If you sell it for a few bits now, you will have lost something greater than money, but plenty of that too; a history, a treasure that would be shortchanged by anything less than a portion of the pony capital’s vault.” The gryphon explained, setting a claw on the worn helmet. “However. If you think I have a shred of truth in my words, I’ll keep the armor safe for you until the time is right. That being said, you have to promise me you won’t wear it until you’re trained to do so.” The gryphon’s good eye then narrowed. “Trained with a good heart that is. You may laugh, and I probably will too at my own words later, but it’s the truth. No scoundrel or criminal ever wore this armor, so promise me that!” The gryphon hissed, waiting for Gallus’ answer.
“S-so, you’ll keep it safe until I call for it later? And it’s much more valuable than any bits I could get?” Gallus asked, Grampa Gruff nodding. “You have no idea, very few do. Well, they will eventually. Consider it an investment. Later on, you can sell it for thousands more than what you can get now. Or, perhaps you want to wear it for whatever reason. But that requires the promise.”
Grampa Gruff resisted a smile as the young hatchling stared at the dirt floor in thought, finally nodding. “Keep it safe for me. And I promise I won’t wear it without training. But how do I get the whole good-heart thing?” Gallus asked, looking up at the elderly gryphon. “Eh. I think you’ll have that covered. Now skedaddle before someone gets suspicious.” Grampa Gruff grumbled, rustling Gallus’ head-feathers as he scampered out the door. ------- -Present- Gallus stared at the helmet and took a deep breath, setting it back in the box. A promise was a promise, and perhaps those at the combat school could tell him what exactly this was. For now though, he had a loving special somegriff waiting for him. Walking out of the alabaster building, Gallus saw the three chatting, and Silverstream quite suddenly blushing with a rather high pitched squeak. Ok, those blushes are getting more and more adorable.
“Uh, Silver? Gabby? Gilda?” He asked, looking at them curiously. Gabby seemed incapacitated from laughter as Gilda struggled to not join in. Poor Silverstream was a mess- her feathers fluffing as a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck in a lovely shade of dark pink. “Did um-I miss something?” Gallus asked, prompting a soft “Snrk.” From Gilda. “Eh. Nothing too important.” She replied, waving a set of claws. “I probably have to get back to the shop- and Gabby, don’t think I forgot about that training lesson about macaroons!” Gilda added, causing the other gryphon to sigh. “Yeah yeah. We probably do need to get headed back.” She admitted, ambushing Silverstream with a hug. “It was so great to meet you! I hope you can visit again sometime?” She asked, prompting the hippogriff to nod, then shaking Gilda’s outstretched claws. “Take care of him Silverstream, and it was good to meet you.” Gilda remarked, Silverstream’s wings flaring briefly. “It was good to meet you both! I’ll be sure to visit!” The hippogriff added, the two walking over to Gallus. “I’m glad you’re doing alright Gallus; don’t be a stranger, yeah?” Gilda asked, shaking his outstretched claws as Gabby followed suit. “Same to you two; and I’ll be visiting for sure. Thank you again, both of you.” Gallus remarked, surprised by the slight dampness in his eyes. “We’re just glad you’re happy. We’ll see you around!” Gabby quipped, waving as she hopped into the air, Gilda giving a wave as well as she followed.
“Reunions are weird. Good kind of weird, but still a new thing.” Gallus mused, Silverstream walking over to his side and looking at the large crate strapped to his back. As much as she clearly wanted to ask about the container, it was a surprise. “I guess. They seem nice though- and certainly care about you.” She added, the hippogriff trying her hardest to not exacerbate the slowly-fading blush (to a limited effect it would seem.) “So now we get to explore some shops? Assuming that thing isn’t too heavy…” Silverstream asked, ears perking up as Gallus nodded. “Eh, it’s fine. I can set it down when we go inside shops anyhow. But yep!” Gallus added, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he looked around, the pair walking down a smaller street.
“Just, well in a moment we can continue. It’s a bit surreal, being here. The majority of my memories are not what I’d call happy ones of this place. But now…” He stopped for a moment to undo the straps on the crate, setting the container down to pull Silverstream close with a wing. “I’m happy in Griffinstone, and that’s a big thing for me. I’d say you’re the main part of it all though.” Gallus whispered, resting a set of claws on Silverstream’s cheek before giving her a kiss.
The hippogriff let out a squeaky giggle, an adorable blush returning full force as she sighed happily and returned the loving gesture. Enjoying the kiss to the fullest, Gallus couldn’t help but smile as his worries slipped away. How pony kisses felt he had no idea (nor really any intention of ever knowing…) But beaks were interesting. Hard towards the front, but then malleable and flexible towards the back. It made for a tricky but oh-so-rewarding gesture. Nobody had ever really shown affection to him like this up until Silverstream, so how could he describe it? Warm. Comforting… Knowing someone else wants to show affection to me.
Those few thoughts just caused Gallus to give Silverstream a final tight hug, a happy smile as his beak as the gryphon retrieved the crate once again. “Hmm. Somebody is blushy today.” He stated with a grin, the poor hippogriff actually sputtering as she avoided his gaze. I mean, I can’t be one to talk, but that dark pink is beautiful on her. And cute.
“I-I’m not-hmmph.” Silverstream grumbled, wings flaring slightly as she trotted along at his side. “You totally are, it’s awesome.” Gallus quipped, giving her shoulder a nudge with his own. Aaaaand still that blush is there. “O-oh?” The hippogriff stammered, glancing over to him briefly. “Yup. Toootally adorable. No idea what you’re flustered about, but it’s amazing.” He chuckled. She opened her beak to respond, promptly shutting it as the shades of pink darkened even more on her cheeks, much unlike other passing blushes. Almost like how I was a short time ago, a totally incoherent blushing mess when-Wait. Is that the same reason? Could she- …Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
“S-so sight-seeing? Shops?” Silver asked, looking around at the nearest locations. “Yup! Not too many sights to see; since we do have to be back today. But plenty of these new shops that have sprung up. Non-critical relics are for sale and stuff. A few knock offs, lots of knock offs actually, but plenty of the real deal too.” Gallus explained, the two walking by some windows. A happy giggle left Silverstream’s beak as a glass shop-front came into view, the hippogriff bouncing over to look at the displayed items. Gallus followed, looking at each artifact (or occasional fake,) to see if anything was worth investigating or buying. Buying stuff. That’s a new concept I still am getting used to.
The two visited easily a dozen shops, then munched on some fish pastries from a local eatery as they meandered back through the main gates. “This. Was. AWESOME!” Silver squealed, hopping into the air to hover next to Gallus, the biggest smile on her features. “I’m glad you had fun; and thanks for coming. It-erm, it helped.” Gallus admitted, glancing over to her as the hippogriff landed to walk besides him. “Of course! Can we come back sometime? We saw the shops on only one street! There’s like, dozens of streets! SO MANY!” She exclaimed, prompting Gallus to chuckle. “I don’t see why not. Would be a longer trip if we don’t have Starlight’s help. But apparently these teleportation crystals are becoming a regular thing…” The gryphon mused, fishing the small stone from his satchel. ------
“I’m just glad Starlight made one for us, and that you wanted me to come.” Silverstream remarked, sitting down under a tree offset from the main road. As Gallus looked over the teleportation crystal, the hippogriff couldn’t help but sigh happily. I got to see your home, your friends, and learn more just about where you came from…thank you Gallus.
Said gryphon sat down next to her, ears perking up with a slight blush as he glanced at Silverstream. “Uh, Silver?” Silverstream’s blush returned full force, now realizing she was staring. Leaning against his shoulder, the hippogriff simply shrugged her wings. “Just-thank you for showing me all this. I know you pretty well, but this helps fill in some of the gaps.” She explained, smiling happily as Gallus settled against her side. “I know I haven’t told you the specifics, but I promise I will. I want to. Just-it takes time.” Gallus said softly, and Silverstream’s attention was brought downwards as the gryphon lifted a set of claws. They were shaking.
“Even if I’m not actively thinking about the bad stuff, it’s still there, and still affects me. You being here helps though.” He added with a sigh, giving Silverstream’s own offered claws a squeeze. “I love you Gallus, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m prying. I can’t really relate to the past stuff- but I know it has to be really hard. So just know I’m right here whenever you do feel like telling me more.” Silverstream’s heart soared as Gallus turned to wrap her up in a loving hug, and then an equally passionate kiss. She couldn’t lie to herself; she just loved just sagging into his arms and kissing back. To feel loved and then to show the gryphon she cared about most that she loved him back. That was almost the best part; the slight surprise any time she showed him affection back.
“I love you too Silverstream.” As Gallus’ arms held her close, Silverstream buried her head into his feathers, a few tears dampening her eyes at his soft but affectionate whisper. Moments like this is what I’ve always wanted. I’m not perfect, and neither are you Gallus. But You’re still everything I could ever look for. Are you really always surprised someone wants to show you that you’re loved? I guess so, but I’ll never stop. You’re so worth it.
Silverstream reveled in his embrace for a good few moments, wanting nothing but to spend the day in his arms. But…life. She poked at the satchel on his chest, letting out a frustrated ‘Mmmmf’ into his feathers. “Guess we should be heading back?” She asked, feeling his head nod briefly. “Yeah. I suppose. I plan on plenty more moments like this though.” The gryphon mused, prompting Silverstream’s ears to perk up considerably. “Oh?” Gallus cupped her cheek in a loving gesture, tapping the crystal three times to activate it with the other set of claws as he grinned. “Plan on it.”
Silverstream snuggled close to Gallus, his comforting arms pulling her close. She’d never tire of leaning into his embrace... “The train is going to leave, so I have to go. I’ll see you in a week or two.” He whispered, the hippogriff giving him a brief kiss. “Alright, stay safe. And good luck!” She called out, the gryphon hopping onto the train. As the vehicle chugged down the Ponyville station tracks, Silverstream felt an unpleasant shiver make its way up her spine. A familiar shadowy figure chuckled, appearing at the edge of the boarding platform. Blue wispy eyes looked at the hippogriff as a staff was hefted in a clawed hand, the biped waving it briefly towards the train.
The passenger cars exploded into splinters, a single figure being plucked out from them and promptly frozen with ancient magic. Silverstream’s limbs were frozen, fear creeping through her entire frame as she sank into the concrete slowly. “N-No. You’re gone. You can’t be back.” She whispered, prompting another maniacal laugh. “Do you really believe that?” The Storm King quipped, examining the magically-frozen gryphon in his grasp. “Such a shame.”
The scenery shifted, the two now overlooking a massive cliff, sharp rocks jutting through the waves in the distant shore below. The unstable biped grinned, levitating Gallus’ frozen body out over the edge. “Bye Bye birdie!” He grinned, releasing his hold and sending the gryphon plummeting to the jagged rocks below. Just as Gallus burst into pieces, a white light burned away the evil king and erased the hippogriff’s vision.
Silverstream rocketed up in her bed, chest heaving as her beak was still frozen in a silent scream. Sweat soaked her feathers as Silverstream’s claws shook, still holding the blanket in a tight grip. Tears dripped from her eyes, and the hippogriff letting out a soft sob as she curled into a ball and tried to erase the nightmare from her thoughts. The other dreams hadn’t ever been this bad…Gallus, is this what you have been dealing with for all this time? You’re so much stronger than me. …I need to tell you that.
Getting out of her bed, Silverstream quietly left her section of the dormitories, soon finding herself in a different section and on the other side of a familiar door. “G-gallus?” She asked, knocking softly. Wings drooped at her sides, Silverstream held back the tears brimming at her eyes. I need to see you ok. Not falling onto those rocks, but here and still you and not- On the second knock, the door opened, a bleary gryphon looking back at her. “Dangit Sandbar, sock monsters aren’t real. I told-bwa? Silver?” He asked, blinking sleep from his eyes.
Tears leaked from Silverstream’s eyes, a relieved smile on her beak. “Y-you’re ok. I j-just needed t-to see t-t-that.” She whispered, Gallus quickly moving closer to wrap her up in a hug. “Bad dream?” He asked, his loving embrace unlocking Silverstream’s sobs. The hippogriff cried into the gryphon’s feathers, forelimbs shaking as she held him tightly. You’re here, you’re ok. “I’m right here Silver, everything’s alright.” He whispered, rocking her back and forth. “You’re safe, I’m safe.”
Silverstream closed her eyes, leaning against Gallus’ chest to hear his familiar heartbeat. How much she just wanted to fall asleep to that sound; strong and steady. Exhaustion settling into her limbs, Silverstream yawned as Gallus led her to the couch, the two settling down on the plush cushions. Not able to help herself, Silverstream cuddled up next to her favorite gryphon, head turning to lean against his chest. Hearing his heartbeat and Gallus’ sides rise and fall against hers was better than any relaxing tea or massage.
All the tension flowed from Silverstream’s frame, the peace she so desperately sought calming her mind at Gallus' touch. “Thank you so much Gallus, I l-love you.” She whispered, snuggling close with a soft sniffle. “I love you so much.” A tender touch on her cheek nearly restarted the tears as the gryphon then lay his head across Silver’s with a caring whisper. “Love you too Silverstream, and anytime.” I want every night to be like this. ------- Gallus yawned as he shifted against Silverstream, heart still aching at seeing her so distressed. When she had shown up at his door a few moments ago with tears in her eyes and looking so sad- he wanted nothing more than to make everything better. He had rarely seen Silverstream look so upset. And her eyes- There had been something behind that beautiful lavender gaze that had torn at Gallus’ heart. A longing, a desperate need to just be safe. Or perhaps see me safe, if her nightmares are still of that type. Running a set of claws through Silverstream’s headfeathers, Gallus couldn’t help but hug her close with a wing as the hippogriff let out a soft whimper. It wasn’t often Silverstream was the one needing comfort, but it felt good to give her the same thing she had so generously done for him.
Her sides shook briefly, Silverstream nuzzling his chest slightly as Gallus’ wing draped over her sides. “Shhhhhh. Just sleep. I’ll be right here.” Gallus whispered. As she drifted off to a peaceful slumber, Gallus looked down at her lovingly. Her claws reached over to snag his, and the gryphon couldn’t help but smile as he leaned his head back down to doze off once again. I wish I didn’t have to leave for so long; but at least I can see you once a week. It’s a small price to pay I think; to know that I have the training to keep you safe. Even if it’s just from nightmares, I’ll protect you. -----
Waking up with a yawn, Gallus looked down to see Silverstream still curled around his front half. The hippogriff was adorable, sleeping or not, a genuinely peaceful expression on her face as she slumbered. Glad I packed yesterday; I can at least stay here with her for a bit before the train. As he ran a set of talons through Silverstream’s head feathers, Gallus couldn’t help but smile peacefully. I never thought I could ever love someone- let alone this much. Then again, I didn’t even know I had a soft side. Well, to an extent.
Silverstream shifted, letting out a yawn and glancing around briefly before plopping her head back down. “Mmmm. This again, yay a couch dream. Prefer the bed one though…” She mumbled blearily, prompting Gallus to chuckle. “I suppose the bed is more comfy than the couch. Eh, to each their own I guess. This isn’t a dream either. Real life cuddles in action.” He quipped, prompting Silver to sigh. I mean, if you’re exhausted, having a sleeping dream makes sense. I’ve had a few of those. “Mmmm.” She replied, laying still for a moment- And then promptly sat up stock still, the deepest blush Gallus had ever seen darkening her cheeks and neck.
“H-how much of that did I say out loud?” She squeaked, looking at Gallus with a completely shocked expression, prompting him to shrug his wings. “Uh, all of it I guess? You just wanted to have a dream sleeping in a bed instead of couch cuddles I guess?” He suggested, not fully understanding her reaction as Silverstream’s left eye began to twitch slightly. “Yes. Sleep on bed because tired. Uh huh. Sounds right. Of course.” She grumbled, flopping back down on the couch and taking a few deep breaths as almost the entire upper half of the hippogriff turned a new shade of dark pink. “…you ok there?” The gryphon asked, her rather fantastic color change causing him to barely suppress some laughter. “FANTASTIC.”
Gallus looked at her with a rather bemused expression, the hippogriff refused to look at him surprisingly. Weird. Amusing and adorable, but weird. Maybe I will ask sometime what that was about… “Well, ok then. I’m glad you got some sleep though. You had me worried last night.” He admitted, Silverstream seeming oddly grateful for the change of topic.
“It wasn’t fun.” She whispered, wings drooping slightly. “If it was anything like what you’ve been going through, you’re so much stronger than me. I h-had to see you o-ok and-” Her words cut off as Gallus reached over to ‘boop’ her beak with a claw, turning to look at the hippogriff. “Anytime I can help with nightmares, I’m glad to help. You looked horrible, and I just want you to be happy.” Gallus whispered, Silverstream sighing happily as a clawed hand cupped her cheek. “And you really think I could do better than you; I’ll change your mind yet.” She mumbled happily, prompting a grin from Gallus. “Might take time, but you do like puzzles.” “Mmmm. And you’re the beeeeest one.”
Letting out a rather vicious grumble, Silverstream hopped off the couch on seeing the time. “I’d feel horrible if I made you late.” Gallus stretched, getting up as well to fish out some leftover pancakes and throw them into a large stove pan. “Guess we can have breakfast together; I figure Sandbar won’t be up for another hour or two. I already said my goodbyes to everyone yesterday as well.” He remarked, Silverstream padding over to watch him cook- or rather, re-heat things. Apparently it was still interesting, judging from how often the hippogriff enjoyed watching simple but new concepts.
The two of them downing the simple meal, Gallus glanced over to a certain pink hippogriff who had a rather dreamy look on her face. “Erm, Silver?” A light pink blush colored her cheeks, Silverstream’s claws tracing on the table briefly. “I like having mornings with you. And nights.” She whispered, wings flaring slightly. “Ok and days, and all the time. J-just-ugh.”
Gallus couldn’t help but smile, warmth blossoming in his chest and throughout his entire frame. She really loves spending time with me. Me. Walking over to cup her cheek in a set of claws, Gallus didn’t miss the rather deep blush that returned to her cheeks, the gryphon pulling her in for a passionate kiss and then a hug. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you saying that. Someone wanting to spend time with me is-” He sighed, shaking his head and just enjoying Silverstream’s touch as she hugged him back. “It’s new, among other things. But I love spending time with you too.” Silverstream let out a slight hum, looking up at him with a curious gaze. “…among other things?” A familiar warm lump rose in Gallus’ throat, the gryphon’s words tripping over the other. “N-nobody has ever-I mean, it’s just a new-erm-“ He sighed, finally just leaning down to rub his cheek against Silver’s.
“I’ve never felt like I’m someone worth something before, not until meeting you and the others. You loving me-being worth that much to someone….it’s a new, scary, and amazing thing, and I don’t want it to ever end.” He whispered, doubts trying to rise to the fore but being quickly shoved aside as Silverstream returned the gesture. “Neither do I. And you most certainly are loved, a lot.”
The determined smirk on Silverstream’s beak made Gallus’ unable to resist a smile, the hippogriff yanking him into a rather passionate kiss. It was moments like this that Gallus could only just enjoy the gesture and kiss back; thoughts a happy haze as someone who loved him showed it. “And I’ll be sure to remind you of that fact as often as I can.” The dopey grin on Gallus’ face was enough to make Silverstream giggle, the gryphon giving her a final hug before retrieving his simple suitcase. “I’d like that very much, and I hope to do the same.” -------
The scenery smoothly sailed by, Gallus taking in the view on the way to Canterlot. He had barely made the train on time; but he wouldn’t have traded the slight delay for the world. A dopey grin slid onto his beak at remembering the kiss Silverstream had given him just before boarding. The fact it was one of the most heated chocolate kisses she had ever yanked him into still made Gallus’ fur prickle. “Even without chocolate, your kisses are still the best!” She had then giggled, giving him a nuzzle before waving him off. I doubt that will ever get old…
Now turning to the current matter, Gallus’ brow furrowed. He wasn’t worried about the physical requirements for the school; working out had made that easy. It was everything else he wasn’t sure on. Apparently is was the pre-guard training regime, or what individuals went through to qualify as bodyguards for diplomats or nobles. I mean, I’m in love with a noble I suppose, so that takes care of that.
What had raised a few concerns was of how the lessons or methods were to be taught. It obviously was meant for ponies; so was Gallus going to have to use a fist instead of his claws for everything? His wings slumped at that thought, a few memories threatening to ruin his mood. Pulling punches, again.
If that was the case, he’d still do his best. But not learning to fight as a gryphon would leave a bad taste in his mouth. But perhaps this would help qualify me for a gryphon school- whenever they get one together. Something is better than nothing. Still. The idea of pulling his punches, literally, was enough to send his tail lashing in a brief spurt of anger. No point in getting riled up before it all. Just will have to see. Even if it was just pony training it was something, and Gallus wasn’t about to shun any knowledge, not if it could help protect Silverstream. Protect her from what, he wasn’t sure. So far nightmares seemed the biggest threat. Hopefully it would stay that way.
Taking the second stop before Canterlot Central, Gallus hefted his burlap suitcase (which barely was the size of a backpack,) and the heavier armor crate, balancing the two as he meandered to the main signboard. “Okaaaaay. Combat school- take Horseshoe Avenue, and then at the intersection take a right and a left. Easy enough.” He muttered, setting off at a fast walk. A suburb of Canterlot, the squat business buildings were intermingled with older shops, providing a strange clash of styles and architecture. Brick mingled with marble pillars, and bakeries inhabited the same corner as a loan office. Oooooh. Is that a blacksmith!? Maybe they can polish this armor. First things first though.
The combat school itself was a set of massive solid granite buildings, the square structures arrayed in a loose oval campus pattern. Judging from the map near the entrance, there were dormitories, an armory, cafeteria, training areas (ok, LOTS of training areas,) but to name a few. Opening the door to the spotless main lobby, Gallus set the large crate aside as a dull green unicorn looked up from behind the stone counter.
“Hello! May I help you?” The unicorn asked, tone surprisingly genuine and pleasant. “Erm, yeah. I’m here for the basic combat training? The name is Gallus.” The gryphon remarked, then shrugging his wings. “Probably the only gryphon, so shouldn’t be too hard to find my name.” The unicorn chuckled, handing him a stack of papers and books. “Hmm. Only gryphon other than one of our Headmasters at least- but yep! You’re right here. These are the introductory books as well as rules, a map, local shops, and so forth. Any questions will be answered at orientation tomorrow. Huh. That’s odd…” The stallion looked at a the large binder in front of him, then shrugged his shoulders. “Looks like the Headmasters wanted to meet with you actually. Probably being a representative of the Gryphon Empire and all that; Formalities. Anyhow, here’s your room keys and so forth; we already have gryphon specific items for you as well!”
Gallus blinked, not used to having someone seem so excited about their job, let alone pleasant about it. …other than Pinkie Pie of course. “Thanks, I’ll go get settled then. And the Headmaster’s office is on the map?” “Sure is! Main administrative building, top floor, office five-seven-two. Or just follow the giant signs!” Waving to the helpful secretary, Gallus made his way through the sturdy halls, then began to walk across the massive campus. This place makes Twilight’s school seem like a single house. Whoaaaaa.
While the granite buildings were all similar in color and style, the size varied in clumps, no doubt due to their unique functions. In the center courtyard cobblestone paths meandered to each separate cluster of buildings, all meeting around a central fountain. The dormitories were easy to find; one story rectangular buildings with a few doors on either side. A few ponies cast some interested glances his way, but thus far it didn’t seem like any paid the only gryphon any mind. Only gryphon other than a Headmaster apparently? Huh.
The dormitory was simple yet elegant; stone walls meeting thick wooden and metal-gilded doors that lined the hallways. The best part about it all… “Oh my gosh I get my own room. Awesome.” A simple bed to one side, complete with a set of dressers, armor-hooks, and a sink was all neatly tucked into the space. A smattering of gryphon care products were set on the bed, fresh linens and towels stacked neatly beside it all. The showers were at the end; simple stalls allowing for any creature to get clean. Feather preening supplies? Gryphon shampoo? Totally taking some of this back assuming I don’t use it all.
Setting the heavy armor crate down beside the bed, Gallus took a few minutes to unpack his few belongings. Since gryphons didn’t wear clothes, the suitcase only held a few items from the other school, as well as some note taking supplies and the like. “So, ok, unpacked and stuff, just lock up and head to the Headmasters. Probably some formal greeting? Representative of the Gryphon empire-not like I had any training for that role.” Gallus grumbled, setting the locks and placing the keys in the satchel that hung at his side.
Padding out of the dormitory, Gallus turned a corner- And promptly slammed into the cobblestones. Letting out a hiss, the gryphon looked back to see what he had tripped over, and saw a rather large dull blue earth pony stallion grinning. “Better watch your step birdie. Wouldn’t want to trip over yourself.” He chuckled, a unicorn and another earth pony laughing behind him as the three walked off. Oh great.
Wincing at the pain in his side, the gryphon continued on to the Headmaster’s office. He really should have expected such behavior. Eh, whatever. Not like it’s worse than a gryphon. At that thought he smirked, following the signs in the administrative building to the top floor. Another unicorn secretary waved him into a small waiting room, the gryphon then knocking on two large double wooden doors. “Come in.” A cheery voice called, Gallus easing his way into the room.
Entering the office, Gallus saw two large wooden desks and a matching table off to the right side. On the right, a large bookcase stood filled to the brim, and a few smaller chair sat in front of the desks. It was the occupants of the desks that captured Gallus’ attention. On the rightmost desk was a sturdy light-orange earth pony, clad in a neat teal uniform. On the left however…
A piercing amber eye stared at Gallus, the other hidden by an eyepatch. Dark grey and black speckled in color, the gryphon was easily one and a half times the size of the other pony. Strangely, the eye that looked over Gallus seemed almost soft rather than judging. “Ah, Gallus! Excellent. My name is Headmaster Quench- technically Oil Quench but ‘Oil’ just sounds…eh.” The pony chuckled, getting up and offering a hoof. “Glad you could make it, hey, you alright?” He asked, seeing the gryphon wince as Gallus shifted. “Eh. Just smacked my side on the group, tripped.” The gryphon remarked, shaking the hoof. “Nice to meet you Headmaster Quench.” No reason to start off on a bad hoof-erm, claw. At Gallus' first words, the gryphon got up from behind his desk, offering a set of claws to shake as well.
“I’m Headmaster Gyld; nice to see another gryphon here.” He rumbled, Gallus almost certain the voice being deep enough to shake the stone walls. Quench meandered back to his desk, waving a hoof to the chairs. “Well feel free to sit, just a few things to take care of-” “Gallus, if I may be so bold, how did you trip?” Gyld rumbled, prompting Gallus to wince. How did he- “Erm, over a hoof. Not that big of a deal.” Gallus added, still not wanting to raise any hackles, pony or gryphon. The amused look in Gyld’s eye indicated Gallus was failing at that, as did Quench’s slight unsettled nature. “I respect you not wanting to elaborate. But, if I may cut to the point. Did a large light blue stallion trip you up?” Gallus' eyes widened in shock, now really feeling out of his element, as though everyone knew a joke but he was left clueless. “Uh, yeah? Just figured was what individuals did? Any gryphon would have.”
If not for the fact of being utterly confused, Gallus would have laughed out loud at seeing Quench’s color completely drain. The light orange now replaced with a pasty white, the stallion pressed a hoof to his temple. “Oh I s-see…” A deep chuckle reverberated through the room, Gyld grinning rather widely as he patted his partner on the back. “Well, I did tell you this was bound to happen.” “But this soon? And now with a representative of the Gryphon Empire! That’s a foreign government and three princesses that will have my head! Oh you were right. Well, mostly.” The stallion grumbled, prompting Gallus to raise a set of claws. “Excuse me? Did I miss something? Some sort of entrance test?” He asked, prompting Gyld to shake his head.
“Nothing of the sort. However, Gallus, we find ourselves in a bit of a bind. You can either help, or let is try and sort out the matter. It is not your place to- not yet at least.” Gallus looked at the two Headmasters, curiosity spurring him onwards. “Well what is going on? I got tripped by a pony, no big deal.” “That pony has sent five other recruits to the hospital.”
At Gyld’s words, Gallus' ears pinned back, the cold tone icing the gryphon to the core. “Gyld….” Quench seemed to warn. “Unofficially. Officially, when training with staffs, the dampening spells have malfunctioned with his partners, causing some rather nasty injuries. Mere coincidence then that he has heckled each unfortunate partner prior to that.” Gyld explained, prompting a groan from Quench. “He’s a kid. It’s our job to handle this!” “I could have handled it, but-” “…no.” Oil grumbled. “Um, I’m still here- so you’ve got a bully? Big deal? Kick him out? I dunno, talk with him? Isn’t that kind of what Headmare Twilight’s school teaches?” Gallus asked, prompting yet another chuckle from Gyld.
“And you have been doing well, making quite the name for yourself actually. Friendship has started to spread from Equestria to all nations, and that is a grand thing indeed.” The older gryphon remarked, then shaking his head. “Tell me, Gallus, do you think every creature is susceptible to such? No, let me rephrase. Do you believe in all circumstances befriending the individual is the solution?” ….Tailfeathers. Twilight would not like me answering this. “No. Not always.” Gallus admitted.
“Now then, knowing that, we can’t take any of those actions without repercussions. Officially, we have no evidence of foul play. Unofficially, this pony’s father has paid about twenty percent of our budget for this year, and is adamant that his son will become a better pony through this school. Thus far five ponies have paid the price for his ‘betterment.’” Gyld explained, Quench avoiding the gaze tossed his way. “So, you must now see what might happen if you, a representative of the Gryphon empire, enrolled in a Princess’s school, and courting a certain hippogriff noble was the end up in the hospital.” Gallus couldn’t help but wince, try to suppress the smirk that wanted to meander onto his beak. “Oh, wow. That would not go over well.” To Quench’s credit, the stallion didn’t faint, despite looking even more like a ghost at Gyld’s explanation.
“I would like to make a point, if I may. Just a few questions which you don’t have to answer unless you want to. How would you have handled something like this in Griffinstone, if I may ask?” Gyld asked, prompting a steely gaze from Quench. “Gyld…” “If you don’t wish to answer I understand.” Gallus took a deep breath, still trying to wrap his mind around the whole affair. Will any of this be held against me? It was different over there.” He finally asked, wings drooping slightly. Quench’s eyes widened as he smacked a hoof to his forehead. “Dangit Gyld. He’s. A. Kid. We can handle this, it’s our job to handle this.” “You and everyone else have called him a kid. You don’t grow up on the streets without a family and stay a ‘kid’ for long.” Gyld hissed, Gallus' eyes widening. “I wasn’t a kid afterwards at least, and I doubt Gallus here had it much easier.” He grew up without a family? On the streets? Gyld- he understands how it is then? ….that makes a bit more sense. “So Gallus, I’d like your answer to that question- andnot the censored one you were about to tell us.” Gyld remarked, prompting Gallus to sit up a bit straighter.
“I’d avoid at all costs. Failing that, try to befriend him or at least remove the hostility. If I had to deal with him, I’d make sure he knew not to cross me again. I’d wait until he was sleeping, then I bruised his side with a metal bar.” The gryphon’s eye’s widened at the slip in speech, ears flattening. “Gallus, how many exits to this room are there?” “Two. Window, door.” Gyld continued. “Weapons?” “…chairs, whatever isn’t bolted down.” A set of heavy claws set itself on his shoulder, Gyld having gotten up to sit nearby. Quench on the other hand, stared at the gryphon with a shocked gaze. “Those are the things you look for in a room; if you’re a solider, or if you grew up on your own.” Gyld rumbled.
“I feel like a fool. Those stories, your stories, Gyld, you really haven’t been kidding, have you?” Quench asked softly, shaking his head. “I guess this is why they wanted both of us to lead this school. Well, alright then. What do we do?” “You leave the room while I talk to Gallus. My career can take a hit if needs be, yours cannot. Some things you wouldn’t understand, Quench.” The older gryphon remarked, prompting a glare from the pony. “Seriously?” “I also have express permission from two princesses to deal with this matter immediately. Preferably quietly, otherwise they will find a way. Do you want Gallus to end up like the others?”
The pony shook his head, giving Gallus a pat on the shoulder as he left the room. As the door closed, Gallus took a deep breath and then gestured around the office. “Ok, what is going on!? I came here to learn how to fight, and suddenly just because some jerk tripped me, it’s a big incident?!” “You are a representative of the Gryphon Empire, and enrolled in Princess Twilight’s international school of Friendship, and as I also said, courting a hippogriff noble.” Gyld remarked, sitting up straight, and causing the younger gryphon to gulp. Oh, whoa he’s big…
“Ok, it still sounds pretty bad when you when you put it like that.” Gyld sighed, shaking his head. “I am sorry to ask this of you Gallus, but this is a tipping point. The princesses know of the issues here and have been content letting us deal with it. However, since this has now become an international incident, so we can’t wait. If the pattern is to be repeated, it would end badly for you, but not because he’s stronger.”
Gallus raised an eyebrow, curious as to see where Gyld was heading with this line of thought. “Then why would I lose?” “Because you’re a gryphon living among ponies, and we have to be careful. I get it; not the specifics, but overall. Tell me I’m wrong though; did you wonder how you’d learn to fight here without using your claws? Perhaps imagining balling your talons into a fist the entire time?”
Seeing Gallus’ shocked gaze, Gyld chuckled softly. “When you live among ponies, you become more careful even without thinking. You don’t push too hard on a shoulder, lest you puncture their hide. A friendly hug with talons might scratch them something horrible unless you are careful. So, you learn to move as a pony in that respect; without your claws. Tell me, Gallus, am I wrong? I don’t speak to you now as the Headmaster of this school, I speak to you as a friend, well, perhaps in time at least. But if not that, then just as a gryphon who has a clue of what it’s like to live among ponies.”
Gallus could only stare, shaking his head. This gryphon had gone from intimidating to something else in such short a time. Not a friend yet; but someone who understood. He understands something so few don’t; I couldn’t even put it to words until now. “You are right.” Gallus sighed, wings drooping slightly. “But this is the best school to learn; there isn’t a gryphon combat academy, not yet. So I had to take what I could.”
Gyld nodded, Gallus looking to a set of his claws. “I did pull my punches once. In that slip up I had a few minutes ago.” “We all do. Once.” The older gryphon pointed to the scar across his eye briefly. “Why do you think I got this? The price of mercy, of hesitation. I suspect you learned a similar lesson.”
The memory surged to the fore; a changeling face laughing at Gallus in his mind as it piggybacked on the past experience. “This stallion reminds me of him. Big gryphon, probably not even homeless. He bullied the other smaller orphans for their share of food. If they didn’t immediately hand it over, he threw them against a wall. I could have hit him, used my claws, but it would have taken out his eye. I didn’t want to do that, so I stopped- and lost. I had bruises for weeks.” Gallus looked at the floor.
“The next day, I saw him beat up a few hatchlings. So I waited for him to fall asleep, and found a piece of metal pole. Pretty sure I broke some of his ribs, but never saw him after that.” To Gallus' surprise, he was absolutely petrified of looking up. How the story had flowed so easily from his beak, the gryphon didn’t know. But to tell such a thing to a pony, at least one who grew up not on the streets- it would be cause for shock, disgust, just a look. The look that said ‘you’re a bad gryphon, aren’t you?’
Instead, when Gallus finally looked up to Gyld, the other gryphon simply nodded, his gaze that of understanding. “We are predators, Gallus. This is why I wanted to talk to you one on one. It is something no pony, aside from the battle hardened can understand. Ponies are not predators by nature, plain and simple. They can train for it, act it, but in the end, they are not. We on the other claw…” Gyld raised a set of his talons with a shrug.
“We kill to survive. Fish, rabbits, it’s part of life. That alone is incomprehensible to ponies. I say this not to demean them in the slightest- but to point out a fact. In this case, you have a pony who thinks he is a predator, hunting those who are weak, only because of influence and money. When it comes down to it, he’s still a pony, and does not have those instincts, that drive. We do, and have learned to reign it in, lest we hurt our friends.” Gyld sighed, taking a few items out of his desk and handing them to Gallus.
“We cannot take action against Barbed Wire until we have evidence. That being said, you must be careful. A blow that would bruise an earth pony would shatter your arm, since our bones are mostly hollow. This means the acceptability of physical risk for you is lower, especially considering your diplomatic status.” Gyld raised a claw as Gallus opened his beak to object.
“I am not saying you will be getting special treatment or pity. You will be just like any other recruit in terms of attending the curriculum.” Gallus promptly closed his beak with a nod. “I am saying, that things are different in your case. Other ponies could not fight back; either because they are weaker than him, or were afraid of the consequences. You need not take either of those into account.”
Gallus' brow furrowed, the gryphon shaking his head. “I don’t want to hurt anypony. I didn’t come here to do that- not when there’s an alternative.” Gyld smiled, genuine warmth in the older gryphon’s gaze. “That right there makes you quite a special gryphon. You have a heart, Gallus. And while more and more gryphons are opening their hearts to friendships and goodness, you are far ahead of them all. I am not saying to seek out a fight. Avoid it at all costs. That being said…”
Gyld’s eye narrowed, the warmth in his gaze refined to that of a fine welder’s flame. “If there is no other alternative, if the only outcome is you being harmed, or him- don’t let it be you.” Sitting up a bit taller, the ash-grey gryphon looked down at Gallus curiously. “Why are you here, Gallus? If I may ask. Perhaps that will help resolve that dilemma. You want to learn, yes, but to what end? Do you want to be a bodyguard? Enroll in the Royal Guard? Perhaps go back to the gryphon lands for such a thing?”
Gallus shook his head, talons curling into a fist. “There is someone that I want to protect, and I can’t do that until I have the training.” He whispered, prompting a nod from Gyld. “Then what would you do if some-creature was Tartarus-bent on making sure you would never see her again?” The fiery look in Gallus’ eyes made the older gryphon smile, pointing a claw at him.
“That, right there. That is what you need to harness. For all this training you will go through, for dealing with this bully. I hope it will not come to that- perhaps there is another way. But if your back is against a wall, and all he wants to do is make an example out of you like the others…” Gyld sighed, locking gazes with the younger gryphon.
“Fight with your claws out, Gallus. As abrupt as it is, this unfortunate event is the embodiment of the training you will receive. We teach to avoid to fight, use non-lethal methods, immobilizing holds and punches. We teach to never start the fight; a bodyguard must be reactionary to any threat. But when a fight starts, you are to finish it, do you understand?”
Gallus looked over to Gyld, then to his own claws with a sigh. “I’ve never started a fight, Headmaster Gyld. But you are telling me-” “Just Gyld when we’re alone, Gallus. I am telling you that if an unfortunate event occurs, and you are threatened with bodily harm, Don’t. Pull. Your. Punches.” The gryphon handed over what appeared to be a few small crystal stickers, each barely half the size of a bit. “Considering most ‘accidents’ occur in the staff training hall, take these. Oil Quench is a good pony, but ponies themselves haven’t seen actual combat for some time. They have the unique power greater than physical force; to turn the hearts of their enemies. When they try to act like they know what the cutthroat world is like out there; they get sloppy. When attached, these crystals cancel the dampening spells on your staff. If you get hit by Barbed Wire, you make sure to hit back.”
Now the larger gryphon stood tall, looking down at Gallus. “You understand how much we are trusting you? Perhaps you are asking why?” Gallus could only nod, pocketing the small crystal devices. “You have the recommendation of the rulers of this nation, as well as having saved all of Equestria from a magic-less fate. I’d say that’s a sturdy resume if I’ve ever seen it. You’re not perfect- but nobody is. I don’t have to go over what not to use these items for, correct?” Gallus shook his head, reaching out with a set of claws. “Thank you Gyld. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who….” He shook his head, swallowing a lump in his throat.
Shaking the offered claws, Gyld then placed a set of heavy claws on Gallus’ shoulder, giving a gentle pat. “You’re a good gryphon, Gallus. With such a difficult upbringing, that speaks wonders to your character. And I do get it; I grew up on the streets too. You’re going down a path that took me years to find. Now get going; orientation is tonight.” Gallus nodded, a genuine smile inching onto his beak. “I-just, thank you, Gyld.” His ears then perked up. “Say, are there any good blacksmith’s in town? I’ve got some old items that need refurbishing. I don’t have a TON of bits, but I’d love to get them polished up and such.” The gryphon nodded, gesturing to his desk. “Drop by the items here before orientation, and I’ll see what I can do to get a quote. There’s a local blacksmith I’ve used for years for my items. Honest, and one of the best.”
Giving a wave, Gyld watched the young gryphon leave the office, then slumped down at his desk with a sigh. “Quite the interesting character you are, Gallus. And to think you are seen as a ‘kid.’ I promised no special treatment in the assigned classes, but I wonder…” The gryphon then began to scratch at a parchment, sealing the final request with his personal stamp. ‘Dear Princess Celestia, Luna, and Twilight; co forwarded to the Gryphon Empire logistics department. Master Sergeant Gyld Ironfeather requesting express permission to train and otherwise instruct Representative Gallus…’ ------ One hour later, three scrolls were magically delivered to the mentioned individuals. Across the great oceans, a stamp was quickly applied and the parchment sent back. In Canterlot’s royal throne room, two benevolent rulers looked over the request with a nod. “Luna?” “We-I thought this would happen. I certainly approve. I doubt it is anything new to Gallus in theory.” “Very well. A waiting week would be prudent though. We’ll also need to convince Twilight.” Luna let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head slightly. “Well, best we schedule an audience with our friend for that occasion.”
In a crystal castle outside Ponyville, birds flew from the battlements as a shocked cry rang out as a scroll arrived and was quickly read. “HE WANTS TO WHAT?!”
‘A knight shall never recoil from an enemy; but to die a pointless death is an honorless endeavor.’ (ACGK:A/IE) ----- ‘Dear Silverstream, This first week has been a blast! I know it might seem a bit, I dunno, odd what I’m learning, but it’s certainly making me feel better. Learning different strikes, immobilizing holds, how to assess situations, all that fun stuff! Not too much classroom work; some legal stuff with a few tests. Most of it is claws-on work! Just wanted to send a quick note- look forward to seeing you this weekend. Discord will pop in sometime and talk to you about that. Love you, -Gallus’
Silverstream smiled, reading over the letter again in her room. Placing it in a drawer, the hippogriff meandered out into the common area. A knowing smile from Ocellus was enough to make Silverstream blush. “Miss him?” Silverstream sighed, flopping on the couch next to the changeling with a nod. “ Yeah. Probably don’t need to be able to sense emotions to know that though. I’m just happy he’s doing ok.” Ocellus giggled, reaching over to give the hippogriff a pat on the back. “Well, you’ll see him in a day or two!”
Nodding knowingly, Silverstream smiled at the thought, prompting another giggle from Ocellus. “You really do love him, huh? I mean Sandy and I are obviously still dating, but you and Gallus seem extra close.” Nodding at the question, Silverstream toyed with a free thread on the couch. "I really do, more than anything. I can’t imagine being with anyone else, and you are right. We are really close, but it’s different. Not like the whole ‘teen love’ that everyone always said we were in. I mean yeah, there was that part of it at first…” The hippogriff grumbled slightly.
“I just- I mean I still get warm fuzzies and butterflies, but being near him just feels right. I feel safe, and totally happy even if we don’t say much. It’s a more calm thing, which is really really weird for me.” The changeling was all smiles as she nodded briefly. “Sounds like he’s the one.” “I really think he is, not sure how he-EEEEP.” Silverstream stuttered, clamping her beak shut and shaking her head with a blush. “Ohmygoshthatsnotthefirsttimethatshappened.” She mumbled, Ocellus doubling over in laughter. “I won’t say anything, I promise! It really does sound like you have something special, and I’m happy for you. I wonder what he’s up to?” Silverstream sighed, burying her face in a couch cushion as her wings flared. “I dunno. Hopefully nothing too dangerous. But that’s probably not the best thing to hope for at that school.” -----
*WHACK* “Ow.” “Dude, Gallus, that’s like the third time you’ve missed that block.” The amber stallion chuckled, standing on his hind legs and twirling a training staff. “Yeah yeah I know. It’s that one move that always gets me.” The gryphon grumbled, levering himself up on his own training staff.
The pony and gryphon took a breather, looking around briefly. Their current class was located in one of the large square training buildings, various practice weapon racks dotted areas along the granite walls. The immediate walls and floors were padded with dark blue material, a few small rings set up for one on one sparring sessions. To the side was a water cooler and first aid station; allowing a good few hours of practice before taking a long break.
Rivet Brazing grinned, briefly swinging the weapon once or twice in an artful twirl. “It’s a downward strike; the problem is you’re trying to brute force block it. You aren’t re-directing it to the left or right far enough. Hence the headache.” Gallus nodded, about to take another go at the maneuver again when the whistle sounded, indicating a short break. “Guess time to get a drink and then back at it?” Rivet asked, Gallus nodding and hoof/claw-bumping the stallion.
“Seems like it. So your dad is one of the blacksmith’s in town?” “Yeah. Apparently there’s quite the hubbub in the Smithing circles. The only Master blacksmith here has been pouring over his books and references. Considering he’s one of the best, something must have him curious. It’s all very hush-hush though, even the apprentice isn’t allowed in his study.” The stallion mused, chugging a bottle of water. “Huh. That’s pretty cool. I’ve always found blacksmithing interesting, but never really had a chance to try it. Suppose I’ll add that to the list of things to explore for sure.” Gallus remarked, glancing around the room. “Oh great. It’s big, brash and stupid.” Rivet grumbled, a cocky stallion making his way into the room. “Well, Barbed seems to have left everyone alone this week. I’m surprised all the stuff I’ve heard is true; I’d have thought they’d kick him out.” Gallus mused, playing the ignorant gryphon.
“Pffft. Nope. His dad is loaded, big importer of raw materials, so he paid the school to whip his son into shape. All that has done is let the son whip us. At least that’s what I’ve heard. My friend was one of the guys sent to the hospital. Some convenient failure of the training dampeners or whatnot. With all of daddy’s money, who know what that idiot has bought to accomplish that. He’s already completed this entire course once before though...” Rivet said with a roll of his eyes.
“Ah well. He’ll be gone after this training session hopefully.” Gallus mused, hackles rising despite his casual tone. Gyld’s words came flooding back. ‘Officially, when training with staffs, the dampening spells have malfunctioned with his partners, causing some rather nasty injuries…’ Uh oh.
The instructor was clearly not pleased as the large stallion pushed himself into the training session. “It’s free sparring next, right? Mind if I join?” He said in a sickeningly sweet tone, the lithe white mare instructor clearly forcing a pleasant attitude. “Of course Barbed, I’ll get you a staff.”
As the stallion grinned, the instructor clearly retrieved a staff herself and looked the item over meticulously, even activating the magical blunting spells to ensure functionality. Well, it’s not a specific staff that goes bad at least. As the break ended, Rivet followed Gallus to one of the rings, the pleasant stallion quickly having become a fast friend after the orientation. “So, want to practice the blocks again? That does seem to be your-” “Mind if I cut in?” ….oh plucked feathers. Please let this not go how I think it will.
Rivet plastered a stereotypical but extremely fake smile on his features, nodding to the larger stallion. “Sure Barbed. I call next match though.” Stepping inside the slightly-raised ring padding, Gallus made sure the small crystal devices Gyld had given him were in the small neck-satchel. Hopefully I won’t have to use these. He hasn’t bothered me this entire week, so maybe it was a one-time thing?
Acting as the judge, Rivet raised a hoof and dropped it, signaling the sparring to commence. The rules were fairly simple; on a hit, break apart and re-evaluate the fight and techniques or continue on; head strikes were not permitted. The first strikes of Barbed Wire’s staff were easy to block, the gryphon actually scoring a decisive blow to the stallion’s side. He’s slow. Powerful, but slow. With his sharp gaze, Gallus saw the stallion adjust a small circular crystal on his fetlock before breaking apart, the device hidden under a bit of fur. The tell-tale hum of blunting spells abruptly vanished from one of the staff’s. So that’s it. “I think that staff is bro-”
Gallus barely had time to raise his staff to block the onslaught, the stallion’s blows becoming much more refined. Testing me before? Or just enjoying the hunt? Slamming the staff against Gallus’ own block, the stallion grinned as he was a few inches away. "You’ve gotta learn eventually gryphon, this is a pony school. You all don’t belong here.” He hissed, then retreating briefly. “Seriously? I already dealt with one pony who thought that way, now you too?” Gallus sighed, not bothering to whisper. Hunting relied on not being noticed; so perhaps… On seeing some of the gazes cast their way, Gallus’ heart sank. Even the instructor looked helpless, shaking her head slowly.
No evidence. Only being a jerk is what they can judge on. Well then… Locking staffs again, the stallion grunted as Gallus gave his face a good whack- the magical spells blunting most of the force. “Neighsay had it right- at least before he went soft!” Barb hissed, sidestepping and delivering a blow to Gallus' side. Pain erupted on Gallus' ribs, the solid wood staff knocking the wind out of him as the gryphon stumbled. “That’s enough Barbed!” Rivet called, the stallion shaking his head. “What? Gallus here is still good, aren’t you?” Gallus nodded, waving to Rivet. ‘Ponies are not predators by nature.’ I am. Wait for an opening. Just like in Griffinstone. This isn’t new.
Gallus caught another blow to his chest, letting out a groan as the stallion twirled his staff. ‘When a fight starts, you are to finish it…’ Another blow to his back, near the wings, this time Gallus couldn’t resist stumbling. When Barbed Wire got closer, Gallus let out a single wheeze, prompting the pony to pause. “Coward.” Barbed tilted his head to one side, ego oozing from every pore. “Excuse me?” Gallus stood back up, swaying as though dazed from the pain; which was partially true at least.
“Can’t even take a hit from a gryphon?” Barbed Wire whacked the gryphon’s shoulder, causing Gallus to hiss in pain, but then the larger pony backed off. “Ok then bird, you get a hit, right to my chin. But then I get a hit. Deal?” With a subtle move as though stumbling slightly, Gallus grasped at his chest- And the small pouch around his neck.
The stallion shifted his staff, adjusting the fetlock crystal with a slight movement. Gallus' staff then hummed with a full-power arcane dampening field. No matter how hard he hit the stallion, it’d be like hitting with a rolled up magazine. Allegedly. “You heard that Rivet? We’re practicing strikes. I’m going to try mine, then Barbed will try his.” Gallus called, prompting the pony to shake his head. “Bad idea bad idea bad idea-” “Well? C’mon birdbrain. Let’s see-“
Gallus slapped two of the crystal devices onto his staff and lunged forward. Twisting at the waist, the gryphon sent the staff snapping sideways at the stallions face, the extra movement adding a burst of speed to the strike. Barbed Wire was still grinning as solid wood and metal shattered his teeth, the impact sending the pony thudding to the floor. The bully didn’t move, causing Gallus to sigh and shake his head. Knockout, fight’s finished.
Gallus wheezed, waving over to the instructor as he removed the small devices from his staff with a subtle movement. “Hey, this staff malfunctioned. I think he’s hurt.” The gryphon explained, sitting off to the side as the pony called for some medics. Rivet simply stared, nodding slowly. “Dunno how you did that, but good riddance.” He muttered, helping Gallus limp out of the ring.
After a brief visit to the medical station (and a quick magical patch up for bruises and a cracked bone or two,) Gallus gave his brief statement; ‘I guess both our staves malfunctioned, and we both were too stubborn to stop.’ He didn’t like leaving out the detailed parts, but that would clearly help nobody in this case. You had to pick your battles; and if it was of words, this one is a fight he’d lose. The sly grin Gyld had shot his way when going to inspect Barbed Wire had given Gallus a bit of relief. Nobody died, and that jerk wouldn’t be hurting anyone else anymore.
In the empty locker room, Gallus toweled off after a brief shower. Magically-healed wounds always felt weird for a day or two after. They said it was latent magic in his system, but while it was better than any pain, it still felt weird. Hearing the locker room door open and close, Gallus called out on hearing some hoofsteps. “Hey, Rivet, that you?” He called, closing his assigned locker with a dull ‘thud.’ “I was wondering if we could go over those blocking moves again before dinner.” A blow to Gallus’ head made the world spin, the gryphon quickly finding himself strong-limbed against the metal lockers, a meaty forelimb across his throat. A bruised face looked back at him, chipped and broken teeth widened in a malevolent grin.
“You stupid gryphon.” Barbed Wire spat, holding Gallus off the ground with a forelimb. “My dad will pin your feathers to his wall! Break my face and make me look like fool? Oh he’s gonna rip you apart. But f-first…” The stallion began to cackle, his other forelimb reaching into a small pouch. “I get my hit, with interest.”
The moment a switchblade snapped out, Gallus’ eyes widened in shock as adrenaline spiked into his blood. A primal surge of energy begged to be let out in his mind; slamming against the bars of its cage. This pony, he’s not going to- “Maybe I’ll scrape those wings clean first!” Gallus’ blood ran cold at the ruthless statement, finally understanding this pony’s intent. This pony’s not just a bully; he’s a psychopath!
His claws gripping the pony’s forelimb, Gallus could feel the muscles tensing- I could make him bleed out by just a cut. Shred muscle and bone. Just like a rabbit. The animal in Gallus’ mind growled; it could help! Just let it! …I don’t want to hurt anyone! “Don’t make me do this, let me go!” Gallus grunted, the forelimb tightening on his throat. “Make you do what? I’m going to get my dues with interest. And maybe when you’re lying in a hospital bed and your girlfriend visits, I’ll say hello to her too!” The mad stallion cackled, rearing the knife back for a stab. The final reservations in Gallus’ mind vanished, energy surging through his limbs. The gryphon’s eyes narrowed with a predatory gaze. ‘Don’t’ Gallus' claws snapped out, a deep growl rising in the gryphon’s throat. ‘Pull.’ Talons dug into the forelimb across Gallus’ throat, the other held up to fend off the blade. ‘Your.’ A guttural scream left Barbed Wire’s throat as his forelimb was shredded by Gallus’ talons, but still struggled to push the switchblade home. ‘Punches.’ Gallus let out a screech, digging in his claws to the fullest until he scraped bone in the pony’s arm. Then snapping his talons up, he felt them dig into the pony’s muzzle; so he ripped. The stallion crumbled to the floor with a wet shriek, the switchblade clattering to the floor as four gaping wounds were torn across his face. Gallus kicked the weapon aside, glaring at the bleeding pony on the tile. He quickly ran to the entrance and tapped at the crystal intercom. “I need medics at the locker room, some idiot tried to stab me!”
That duty done, the gryphon looked at the pitiful pony lying on the floor, blood pooling around his torn limb and muzzle. “You bullies are all the same, it’s pathetic.” Gallus growled, yanking open a locker and tearing up a towel to tie around Barbed Wire’s wounds as his claws shook with adrenaline. The stallion’s eyes widened, not understanding as Gallus tightened the makeshift bandages. “I don’t want to kill anyone; I just wanted to make you let go. But I could have gone further.” Gallus growled, showing his talons mere inches from Barbed’s eyes.
“I don’t want that on my conscience. But remember I could have killed you, or taken your eyes. I don’t expect to see you around anymore- do you understand? And if you ever threaten the one I love again…” He whispered, prompting a nod and a whimper at the open-ended statement. The gryphon tightened the bandages with a yank; at least the pony wouldn’t bleed to death. “Good.”
Gallus turned and made room for the medics who rushed in, gladly following the two uniformed officers to lead him away. It was a fight after all. It was only when he was outside when the gryphon paused, briefly nodding to the officers, and promptly threw up his lunch into the nearest bush. -----
“Is that it then?” Gallus asked, wings drooping with exhaustion. He had given his statement multiple times; and even though it had been but a hour or two, the gryphon was exhausted as shock started to set in and the adrenaline wore off. “That will be more than enough. Surprisingly Barbed Wire isn’t denying anything. If anything, he’s elaborating on it all which clears you right up. While the medics cleared you Gallus, are you doing ok otherwise?” Gyld asked, his head shaking slowly in the empty office. “I never thought Barbed would go that far; so everything about this is on me.”
Gallus shook his head, handing the crystal items back over. “No. He would have sent me to the hospital at the very least. Even in training he almost did. You at least gave me the tools to fight back.” A weak smile dawned on Gallus’ features. “Might take a bit for me to get over this though. It’s still a bit much, I’ve never been in a fight like that before.”
Gyld nodded, waving a set of claws briefly. “Of course. You can have an extra day off or few, however many you need. Look, Gallus, I’m sorry you were dragged into this. If-” “You didn’t drag me into it, Barbed did.” Gallus interrupted with a slight furrow of his brow. “Gyld, I feel like if I hadn’t helped, then I’d have ended up beaten to a pulp in a hospital. More than that, I’d still be afraid to fight with my claws.” The young gryphon sighed, shaking his head. “I never wanted any of this; but I’d rather have this stuff now, then have it be new if, or when it really matters.”
A set of heavy claws patted him on the shoulder, Gyld nodding in approval. “That’s an attitude gryphons five years older than you still haven’t grasped. You’re still a good gryphon, Gallus. The fact you showed as much restraint as you did indicates that even more so. Take the rest of the day off, and then you already have tomorrow free as well. Let me know if you need more time, or if we can help at all. This is an unprecedented event; so you’ve got plenty of resources at your disposal.”
Gallus nodded, shaking Gyld’s claws and meandering back to his dorm room. What the gryphon couldn’t help but notice were the looks sent his way. To his surprise, they weren’t negative. Ponies nodded in approval, quite a few smiling and waving. No gazes of disgust; the only thing close to that was a bit of fear from some. I’m still a good gryphon, they don’t think I’m-
Gallus calmly closed the door to his room and buried his head in the pillow as tears traced their way down his face. As cruddy as this is, I’d rather deal with it now than if Silverstream needed me… Waiting until the tears had mostly passed, Gallus walked out of the small room and to the empty lounge; no other individuals having moved into this hall section yet. “Discord, I need your help. Please.” Gallus asked, genuinely surprised when the chaotic being popped into existence, floating above the smattering of tables, chairs, and a few worn sofas.
“Gallus? My, you look horrible.” The Draconequus droned, looking around at the homely surroundings. “Nice dorm thing though. What can I do for you? Sounds like you’ve had quite the chaotic day, something I can appreciate. The actual events though, not so much.” “If Silverstream is free, can you please send her here? Just for a bit. Add it to our deal or whatever, I don’t care. I can’t do this alone…” A slight smile twitched at Gallus’ beak as he looked to Discord briefly. “That said, thank you for showing up. I’m not alone I guess, but just-” Discord sighed, waving a pawed hand in the air. “Look, I’m a devious, sneaky, conniving, and generally mischievous individual; but let it be known I’m not going to add insult to injury, not when someone almost took your life. This is, after all, what friends do Gallus. Not like we need a contract or anything that barbaric. Anyhow, she’ll be here soon.”
Gallus didn’t even have time to say thank you before Discord vanished. With a soft ‘pop’ (and what Gallus swore were small heart-shaped confetti sprinkles,) Silverstream appeared in the room, looking around curiously. “Gallus? What’s going on? Twilight only told me a short version, and then Discord said you-” Her words cut off as Gallus ran forward and wrapped the hippogriff up in a hug, burying his head into her feathers as a few tears fell from his eyes again. “Just-need you.” Gallus whispered, sagging into Silverstream’s embrace as she rocked him back and forth. His sharp hearing let the gryphon know Silver’s heartbeat instantly doubled, only then realizing after nuzzling her chest feathers that this was one of the more intimate hugs he had ever given her. I just need to know she-
“I’m just glad you’re ok Gallus.” Silverstream whispered, resting her head on top of his. Gallus relaxed in her arms, trying his hardest to shut out everything but Silver’s loving touch. “Do you think worse of me?” He finally whispered, looking up into Silverstream’s tender gaze. “What?!” The hippogriff’s startled exclamation had Gallus’ brow furrowing. “Not sure how much Twilight told you, but I hurt someone, Silver. Badly. I mean he was trying to-” “Gallus. Shush.” Silverstream sighed, pressing her cheek firmly against his and nuzzling the gryphon’s face affectionately. “All Twilight said was that someone tried to hurt you, and you fought back. Is that wrong?” “N-no.” “Then I’m glad you’re ok. Why would I think less of you? Because you actually fought back? I’m glad you did. H-how do you think I’d have felt if you ended up in the hospital? I’d have been so worried…” Gallus sighed, nuzzling Silverstream’s cheek in return.
“I suppose that’s a good point. It’s just hard. In Griffinstone, this was a day to day thing. Here though, it’s totally different, and it’s hard to not feel like I’m being judged. Let alone for being a gryphon, but now a dangerous one. I don’t want to be seen as that, or a monster, or anything like that.” A soft giggle reached Gallus’ ears, Silverstream turning her head to give him a tender kiss- Which quickly turned into a very heated one that made Gallus’ feathers fluff.
“If fighting back against bad ponies or whoever means you’re dangerous, then I’m glad. Knights had to be dangerous to save their princesses too. You’re no monster, you fight monsters.” Gallus couldn’t help but smile, still a bit pleasantly woozy from Silverstream’s kiss. “I guess that’s true. And I am your knight in armor, huh?” “Mmmhmmm.” You think that’s just an expression Silver, just wait, then you’ll see…
The gryphon took quite a bit of pleasure in knowing the passionate kiss he then gave Silver had the hippogriff’s quick heartbeat suddenly thudding in his ears. “What you said- it actually helps a lot; I was just worried. I never really worried about what creatures thought of me; not until those creatures were my friends, until I had friends. Now all I can see is the differences.” “Well. I love those differences.” Gallus sighed, sitting up a bit straighter to hug Silverstream back. “Thank you Silverstream, thank you for being you.” “Awww…” Silver’s eyes watered as she melted in Gallus’ arms. “What? It’s true.”
The hippogriff sighed, letting out a slight sniff as she smiled. “I d-don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. That being me is a good thing.” “Mmm. I sense reminders in the future.” Silverstream bent over backwards in Gallus’ arms, draping a forelimb across her forehead. “Oh the agony of those reminders. How that will pain me.” She groaned, then dissolving into giggles. “And I thought I was the sarcastic one…” Gallus grinned, more than loving her thespian display. “Hey. It’s fun!” She pouted, then returning to her position snuggled against Gallus’ chest. “You feeling better?”
The gryphon nodded, resting his cheek against Silvers as he thought. “Very much so, and thank you. We still on for a date tomorrow?” “I hope so, but I didn’t want to press stuff in case you didn’t feel good.” Gallus could only smile, feeling Silverstream’s chest rise and fall against his. “Silver, being with you always makes me feel good.” He had to resist a laugh as Silverstream’s heartbeat doubled yet again and her face heat up from a blush. Wonder why that is. She’s flustered? Well it’s adorable whatever the reason.
“Rivet, one of my friends here, recommended a fantastic restaurant with a gryphon or hippogriff menu nearby. Apparently their fish pastries come with a seaweed wrap; freshly caught every day.” “That sounds greeeeaaaat.” “I’ve got plenty to tell you too; one of the Headmaster’s here is a gryphon. He grew up on the streets too. So someone kinda understands it all.”
Gallus reached down and gently held a set of Silverstream’s claws, a genuine and tender smile on his beak. “Tomorrow I want to share more about all that with you; if anyone deserves to know it’s you.” Silverstream let out a giggle, shaking her head briefly. “Gallus, there’s no rush to all that, but I am looking forward to it though. I find you interesting, past and all.” “…are you sure the seaweed pastries aren’t more interesting though?” “Ok, that sounds like a close second.” Gallus chuckled, giving Silverstream a kiss. “I love you Silver.” “Love you too Gallus.”
Giving her a final squeeze with his arms, Gallus stepped back slightly. “Guess you should be heading back?” Silver nodded, clearly wanting to pout but failing miserably. “Yeah, have to get some studies done. I’m free though tomorrow, I made sure of that!” A smile on his beak, Gallus glanced around. “Hey Discord? Could you send back Silverstream? And thanks again, really.” The floating head of the Draconequus appeared, nodding briefly. “Please keep all limbs attached to yourself during the trip. Ta-ta!”
With a wave, Silverstream and Discord vanished, leaving Gallus smiling as he returned to his room. I’m the luckiest gryphon in the world… Opening a book on his desk, Gallus couldn’t help but smile as he recalled his words to Silverstream as the title of the volume stared at him from the top of the page. 'The Ancient Code of Gryphon Knights: Volume One. Adaptations/Interpretations Edition. Chapter One; The first code: A knight shall never recoil from an enemy… (ACGK:A/IE)’ ------
Gyld nodded to the guards at the entrance to the royal throne room, the gryphon being allowed to pass with snapping salutes. Inside the massive gilded doors, Celestia and Luna waved casually to him as Gyld walked to sit at the base of the throne. “Gyld! It has been too long my friend.” Celestia remarked, the gryphon bowing to each before nodding. “Indeed; I really do need to visit more often. But with the training programs I’m kept busy.” “And how is your wife doing?” “Very well, thank you. I do blame you for sharing your cake recipes. I’ve had to work out more than usual to keep the weight off.”
Luna promptly laughed off to the side, a grin on the Night Princess’s features. “Well you still look as in good shape as ever. Are you ready for the questions?” Gyld sighed, shrugging his wings. “Suppose so. As long as you prevent her from roasting me alive.” Celestia nodded, waving to the guards at the sides of the room. “Oh she wouldn’t go that far. Guards? If you can leave us for a time.” The ponies trotted out, closing the large doors as arcane energy gathered in the middle of the room. “Ah. And there she-” A very peeved princess snapped into existence, purple magical tendrils rising from the floor as the teleportation spell completed. Twilight took a deep breath, and then promptly ground her teeth at seeing a certain gryphon present.
“Why. Is. He. Here?” She asked, Celestia waving briefly. “Hello to you too Twilight.” She sighed, trotting over to sit near the other two Alicorns. “Sorry Princess Celestia…I’m still just a tad-just WHY?” The monarch gestured to Gyld with a wing, still maintaining a calm smile. “I thought he’d best explain it, or answer any questions you have.” Twilight nodded, a slightly predatory glint in her eye as she turned to Gyld.
“Ok, Gyld Ironfeather. Why does an ex-mercenary turned lawful teacher want to instruct one if my students how to kill?!” Luna promptly let out a soft *snrk*, covering her muzzle with a hoof as Celestia sighed, also appearing to restrain a giggle. Straightening up with a flare of her wings, Celestia turned to Gyld. “Gryphon! State your name, rank, and occupation!” She barked, prompting Gyld to snap to attention, Twilight looking on curiously. “Gyld Ironfeather. Master Sergeant of the Royal Counter Terrorist Branch, specialty, assassination prevention. Currently stationed at Guard Combat School Three unless dictated otherwise.” Gyld stated, Celestia nodding in approval.
“Only an ex-mercenary indeed. There is a reason you only found that bit of information in the archives on him, my ever studious friend.” Celestia chuckled, waving to Gyld to relax. “He is one of my most trusted guards, and has saved both my life and yours on occasion.” “Mine?!” The youngest Alicorn exclaimed, Celestia nodding to Gyld as he stepped forward slightly. “Yes. Some time ago, the week before Celestia instructed to put protective wards around your castle a disgruntled Pegasus tried to slip a knife in between your ribs. You probably didn’t hear my crossbow shot nor the snap of a teleportation spell as the body was transported away.” Gyld explained, prompting Twilight’s ears to flatten.
“Y-you killed him.” She whispered, the gryphon nodding. “Yes. To save your life. I have done so for years in defense of my friends, family, and this nation’s rulers.” A slight smile meandered onto Gyld’s beak. “Those rulers fall into the friends and family category too, I do believe.” “B-but why kill? That’s not what…” Twilight stammered, still shaking her head. “Princess Twilight, you are naïve.” Gyld stated, holding up a set of claws to refute her glare. “I mean that in the kindest way possible. You see the world as I, and some others do not. Without much stain or evil. Ponies; specifically you and your friends, have a power greater than any physical force known to this world. You can turn some of the most evil hearts to good, and enemies to allies. I respect that immensely.” He then sighed.
“But outside of Equestria, and occasionally within, there are many whose hearts can never be affected by such power. I, along with a few others, must employ whatever force necessary to prevent these evils from infringing on you or any other Equestrian citizen.” Twilight looking up at the gryphon, Gyld shrugged his wings, his eye gazing back to the Princess gently. “Princess Twilight, I kill so that others do not die, and so that others do not have to shoulder that burden, and only do so when there is no other method of prevention. If it will make things more clear, that burden is also shouldered by the other two Princesses here.”
Twilight’s gaze snapped to Celestia and Luna, who both regarded Gyld with a slight nod. “W-what?” “You may proceed Gyld.” Celestia whispered, averting her eyes from Twilight’s curious and shocked gaze. “What do you know of the Glass Craters, Princess Twilight?” Gyld asked. “O-on the borders of the badlands. There are three craters deep enough as to need ladders to climb in and out of. Pure glass; archeologists are still puzzled as to how they were formed. Current theory is dragonfire.” The studious Princess recited, Gyld nodding briefly.
“You know at what temperature rock turns to glass, Princess Twilight. What is more probable, I ask? Three strikes with the power, of say, a solar flare, or a rogue dragon that took days to carve out just one of the craters?" Twilight turned to look from the gryphon to her teacher, Celestia sighing. “Yes, I made those craters, Twilight.” She whispered, stepping down to walk and sit near the newest princess, still averting her gaze. “It was two hundred years ago. I don’t know what this band of creatures were affected by; dark magic, some jungle drug, or perhaps just plain sadistic evil.” She then waved to Gyld to continue.
“Earliest reports indicate this group of perhaps four hundred ponies, gryphons, minotaurs, and other species slaughtered no less than three border towns. After torturing the victims, they moved on to the next town. Judging from records we have, cannibalism followed any attack.” Gyld remarked, prompting Twilight to turn a sickly shade of green.
“The ambassador that was sent to negotiate was killed and eaten. His head was tossed into a nearby town with the note ‘you all are next’ pinned to his forehead with a knife. While the local guards were dispatched, casualties would have been immense. The main military force was still days away. It would have been a slaughter since they were outnumbered four to one.” The gryphon continued, gesturing to Celestia.
“A gryphon wanderer who would soon advise the ruling gryphon body at the time recorded this rather poetic description of what he saw mid-day, a few hours before the raiders were to attack. I made a note to memorize this a long time ago. ‘The day broke with three booms of light from the heavens, the ground shaking in terror. She burned the clouds away and in her fury, smote the heathens with solar fire. Clad in terrible armor and wreathed in fire, her laugh was that of triumph, but turned to that of sorrow. I felt her gaze upon my feathers, and I feared that I would burst into flame. With but three strikes she scoured the sands, and naught but glass remained.’”
Gyld looked to Twilight, his expression that of grim respect. “His next action was to personally see the Gryphon King, and in short, requested that ‘under no circumstances must we anger the nation of Equestria. Their ruler will bring our nation higher than the clouds should we ally ourselves to them, or she will lay waste to us all lest we err. Let the one who breaks the day not fall upon the Gryphon Empire.’” Twilight’s eyes shrank to pinpricks, regarding Celestia with a troubled look. “Daybreaker. Y-you-” “I defended my ponies, Twilight. I am not proud of it, but they left me no choice.” The ancient monarch lifted her gaze to match that of her pupil. “I still fear what you will now think of me, as I always have with such things.”
Twilight’s ears pinned back, letting out a sigh. “I’ve read hundreds of history books; so it really shouldn’t surprise me logically at least. It’s still is a bit startling though.” The youngest princess whispered. “It’s troubling, but I think no less of you. You’ve always been so kind- I can’t imagine you doing such a thing unless there was no other way. It’s just hard to put that action with you. I don’t think you’re a worse pony though…”
Celestia smiled, her eyes damp at the acceptance from her close friend. Gyld sighed happily, glad to be a part of the brief learning moment. “I still don’t see why Gallus, a kid, needs to learn how to kill.” Twilight added, turning to Gyld. “Because he is neither a kid nor alien to killing, Princess Twilight. First, one does not grow up in the streets without a family and stay a ‘kid’ for long. I certainly didn’t, and I don’t think Gallus is much different in that regards.” Gyld remarked, pausing before continuing.
“Second, do you think he has never caught fish? A rabbit? He was an orphan, how do you think he survived?” Gyld asked, prompting Twilight to turn slightly green again. “I-I never thought of that. But this is different!” “Only by morality, if we remove it down to the core of the action. We have established I am not teaching him to kill in theory, only the methods to do so that remove risk to himself or those he strives to protect.” Gyld replied, then smiling ever so slightly. “Princess, did he tell you why he enrolled in this school?” “He keeps having nightmares; Gallus wants training to put them at rest, to learn to protect someone.” Gyld nodded slowly, gesturing to a small, barely-visible necklace on his neck. On said necklace were two stones and an off-white feather. “That someone is driving ever one of his actions here. In the most recent incident, he was having reservations of even defending himself until the offender threatened Miss Silverstream. He then promptly tore the pony apart.” Gyld stated flatly.
“We are predators, Princess Twlight. Living among ponies, we have learned to not use our claws lest we hurt our friends; a hug, a touch on the shoulder, and so forth. I have seen the frustration that comes from that. We try to teach combat to gryphons, and the past two that have enrolled dropped out. The reason being they were frustrated by always having to fight with their claws closed; therefore not able to use their full potential which can be deadly in a struggle.” Gyld remarked, sighing sadly.
“Gallus is a good gryphon, and you have taught him well at your school. This is different though. I am not asking him to ignore any of your teachings, because our school teaches all these techniques are that of a last resort. I am asking you to let me teach him things he will learn on his own. Do you really think he won’t consult books or other teachers if he wants to learn? He already has checked out a few volumes on the topic actually.” The older gryphon sighed, gesturing to his eye.
“I made mistakes, Princess Twilight. I don’t want Gallus to learn such things haphazardly. If I am to teach him gryphon fighting techniques and yes, deadly ones, I will make it extremely clear what this knowledge entails. I will not mince words on the burden using such techniques will cause. I would like for him to avoid the way I learned how to fight; yes, there were two years being a mercenary. But he’s a better gryphon than most. Gallus doesn’t want to fight unless it’s in defense, and he’s got a gold heart despite his harsh childhood. Having grown up on the streets too Princess, so I know how a troubled past can haunt one’s self. That said, Gallus has somehow risen above it all.”
Twilight found herself smiling as Gyld described her student, nodding slowly as the gryphon continued. “Gryphon Empire has already granted this request of course, as have Princess Celestia and Luna. However, both legally and morally, you deserve a say in all this. I would instruct him in addition to the classes, and perhaps keep him a few weeks longer to solidify the training. As I said before, I will make clear he is willing to accept the burden of this knowledge, for it is nothing less. I would rather teach him than discover he pursued this knowledge on his own, perhaps learning harsh lessons along the way.”
Twilight didn’t respond at first, but finally nodded slowly. “I don’t like it, but I understand. I do agree that you should teach him. I’m certainly an example of pursuing knowledge to a fault, and I’d hate for Gallus to do so with the chance of harm. Teach him, Master Sergeant Gyld Ironfeather. Instruct and reassure him that he has all of our support, should he choose to pursue this training.” The gryphon bowed, a slight smile on his beak as the other two Princesses nodded in approval. “Thank you Princess Twilight.” ------
Letting out a yawn, Iron Anvil turned a page in the ancient book in front of him. It had been ages since such a challenge had presented itself to the master blacksmith. It was exhilarating! Never before had the grey pony needed to dig through archive after archive in such length, trying to find the composition of a metal and how best to reshape it! The last time such a challenge had arose was over four year ago! But this, this was something different. The aged blacksmith didn’t dare try to polish a piece of metal other than with a cloth without knowing what it was made of and how best to clean it. Some materials would tarnish or rust where others would be cleaned, and with such a wide range of metals available across the lands he couldn’t be too careful. There was a reason he was a Master Blacksmith.
The breastplate on the metal workbench shone in the afternoon light, a single symbol visible on the center. It was this symbol that Iron was researching; surely it would lead to the exact match! Turning the page, Iron’s eyes widened, rough grey beard starting to prickle. An exact match!? Impossible.
Cross referencing two, then three volumes gave the same result. The master blacksmith then yanked open the door to his study, causing his poor apprentice to nearly fall out of his chair in shock. “Oi! Tongs, get the feathery butt of Gyld in here! He’s got some explaining to do!” Surprisingly, the gryphon was here in mere minutes, grinning at the annoyed pony. “Iron, you found something? I was on my way back when-” “Look. At. The. Book. I’m not touching that until you let me know it’s legally clean and ok!” The blacksmith grumbled.
Gyld looked at the book, then the other two, and then to the breastplate symbol. Another double check yielded the same result. “Ok, I’m glad you called me here. I’ll certainly make sure everything is in order. But should it check out, can you refurbish it?” Iron glared at the gryphon as though taking personal offense to the question.
“Refurbish it?! I don’t have to! I can fit it to size, perhaps redo the internal padding, but if this is what I think it is, there’s nothing I can, nor should add to it! Just let me know and then I’ll start formulating.” “Oh please, old friend. You already are thinking about how to better it! Even if it’s something as simple as-” “GET OUT YOU FEATHERBAG!” Gyld chuckled as he waved his goodbyes, making his way back to the combat academy. Gallus, where in the world did you get that?!
On the tome next to the metal set of armor, the Griffinstone Crest lay inscribed on the page, a golden star set between the two half-arches. A matching symbol gleamed in the light on the metal breastplate next to the book. ‘A symbol inscribed on the armor of King Grover’s personal guard.* As of this writing, the armory containing such pieces is not known… *See Knights of the Gryphon Empire.’
A Gryphon Knight does not lie, and remains faithful to their pledged word. If one cannot trust the word of a Knight, how greater so can one not trust their actions? (ACGK:A/IE) ----- Ok, meet with Gyld for whatever reason, then grab a snack before heading into Canterlot. Then, tasty fish pastries with Silverstream. Hmm. Fishy pastry kisses. I wonder how that’d go. Heh, I wonder how it WILL go… Gallus was all smiles as he walked into the familiar administrative office, sitting down as the Headmaster waved a set of claws. “How are you doing Gallus? I’m sorry to call you in this morning, it being your day off and all.” Gyld asked calmly, regarding the gryphon sitting in front of him in the small office with a gentle gaze. “I’m…doing alright, Gyld. I’ve got friends and a special somegriff to help with all that.” Gallus replied slowly, shrugging his wings.
“That’s good to hear. I just had a quick question or two for you. The armor you have, the blacksmith took a look at it and let me know if its unique nature. Do you know what exactly it is? I also need to know where you got it and how?” Gyld asked, prompting a confused look from the younger gryphon. “Unique nature? I honestly don’t know. As to where I got it, I discovered an old armory around ten years ago. As per Griffinstone law, I took that single item, a suit of armor, as my share. Twi-Erm, Princess Twilight helped me set up a bank account, since I get paid by museums due to an extra historic claim.” Gallus replied, then sighing as he wracked his memory.
“I know it’s special, since there were only a few other sets next to a statue of King Grover. Other than that, I really don’t know. Grampa Gruff seemed to think it was unique though.” Gallus mused, prompting the other gryphon to raise an ash-colored eyebrow. “Oh? What did he say about it?” Gallus’ brow furrowed as he tried to recall the exact words, claws rapping at the floor. “He basically said that I could sell it for nothing right then, or he’d hold on to it until I was older. An investment, since it’d be worth much more later. He said that if I wanted to wear it for whatever reason, I had to have training, and a good heart. Something about not being a criminal. Considering how Griffinstone citizens acted up until recently, not too sure about that good heart thing. He seemed to think I was ok though.”
Nodding slowly, Gyld stood, walking over to the young gryphon with a smile. “That’s what I thought, and matches what the Princess and the Griffinstone Council says as well. The reason for all this, Gallus, is because that suit of armor is one of only a few dozen in existence, at least from what we know.” The Headmaster explained. “It is armor from King Grover’s personal guard. They were known as the Knights of the Gryphon Empire, some of the most fearsome and noble gryphons to have ever lived. That might explain the ‘good heart’ requirement.” Gyld didn’t miss how Gallus straightened up slightly, ears perking up.
“Simply put, I wanted to double check how you got the armor, no offense meant, since it is an extremely valuable artifact.” The gryphon admitted, prompting Gallus to shrug. “Eh. Non taken. But yeah, it’s legally mine. Not stolen or anything.” “I also wanted to let you know what this armor was, and what you wanted the Master blacksmith to do with it. Now that you know its value and rarity of course.” Gallus' ears pinned back slightly, gears grinding in his mind. He knew exactly what he wanted; and it wasn’t bits. It also wasn’t as simple as ‘polish the armor.’ But how could he phrase it? It was intertwined with other things…
“I-erm, can I think about it? Maybe tell you more specifically tonight when I come back? If you see the Blacksmith today, you can let him know that I want it at least polished, cleaned up and the like. Just to start at least.” Gallus replied, a nod Gyld’s simple answer. “Of course, and I’ll let him know. Feel free to stop by any time tonight.”
----- With Gyld’s words echoing in his mind, Gallus got everything ready to head to Canterlot. A quick shower and donning his small satchel, and it was off to the train station for only two stops. Such a rare piece of armor, and worn by ancient knights none the less! Well, I’ll have a few questions of my own for Gyld tonight about that. For now though…
Gallus zoned out as the trail rocked over the tracks, easily able to push everything out but the impending lunch date with Silverstream. It was only after a minute or two the gryphon noticed an extremely dopey smile on his beak. Thankfully the train car was empty, but that didn’t stop a blush from making Gallus’ facial feathers fluff. Distracting himself by observing a lone newspaper, Gallus read the title smeared across the title page; ‘Royal Museums broken into, but no items missing? Royal Vault compromised without a trace? Who is doing this and why? What isn’t Celestia telling us?’ Clearly the sky was falling as usual.
Gallus set the newspaper aside, going over the day’s plans in his head. He had already planned out where to go; talk in one of the high-altitude parks for a bit, and then snag lunch. After that? Well, Silverstream would probably lead him around to whatever shop she saw first. Sounds like fun whatever we do.
The park Gallus had chosen was one primarily suited for Pegasi or other winged individuals due to its location. A small circular field and trees were set into the side of the massive mountain to one side of the city, a long path otherwise leading up to it from below. The massive waterfall was but a mile away, a gentle mist occasionally wafting over if the wind shifted just right. The city hustling and bustling down below, the ponies mere specks in the distance. Nice and alone. Well, not for long.
“Sir Discord! Gallus the Knight calls upon you to fulfill your contract! Well, for the first time at least.” Gallus proclaimed, stifling a laugh as a fully armored Draconequus appeared, waving a rather floppy wooden sword. “As we agreed on! One lovely lovey lass ludicrously lassoed to…here.” Discord pouted, waving in a brief dismissive gesture. “I can only go so far with those rhymes. But that’s beside the point; just let me know when you want me to send her back!” Gallus grinned, nodding briefly. “Thanks Discord.” “Of course! That’s what friends do! And I can’t wait to try that Shawl with my other gear….” The chaotic God’s words trailed off as he vanished, leaving Gallus sitting in the grass with a peaceful smile on his beak. -----
Silverstream let out a soft yelp as Discord popped into existence, looking around the empty courtyard briefly. “Lady Silverstream.” He began, unrolling a scroll that seemed to trail for a good few dozen tail-lengths. “As per commissioned by Gallus the Knight, I am to provide transportation to you for the purpose of lovey-dovey date things. Are you ready to go?” He asked, snapping the parchment away with a set of claws. “U-um yep! Thanks Discord, I really don’t know why some ponies still are scared of you. You’re fun!” The hippogriff chirped, not missing the extremely surprised look on Discords face- and a very possible shocked blush. “And away we go!”
Silverstream’s world vanished as a teleportation spell kicked in, her vision then clearing as clean air filled her lungs. The sight of the small secluded park caused her eyes to perk up, Silverstream glancing around. “Gallus? Where-MMFFF!” The hippogriff melted into the strong arms that yanked her close, the fierce kiss Gallus giving her causing Silver’s wings to flare. Her chest pressed against his, Silverstream could feel the burning blush on her cheeks as Gallus gave her another kiss, then grinning as she rested against his feathers.
“Hi there.” He quipped, Silverstream letting out a soft giggle. Ugh. That heartbeat and his soft feathers. I don’t know whether to kiss him again or fall asleep like this. Opting for the first option, Silverstream couldn’t help but smile as a tell-tale blush made its way onto Gallus’ cheeks after her kiss, then cuddling close happily. “Hello to you too.” She whispered, nuzzling as close as she could as Gallus held her close. “I thought we could talk here, then fly down for some food and explore shops?” Unable to restrain a high pitched squeal of excitement, Silverstream nodded rapidly, already imagining all the antique and odds-and-end emporiums that awaited them. “That. Sounds. AWESOME!” She yelled, giving Gallus a tight hug with a happy smile.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Silverstream asked as Gallus blushed, a set of claws cupping her cheek. “I don’t think so; but having someone who does, maybe I will someday.” Gallus whispered, then glancing back briefly. “Hmm. I wonder…” Silverstream was only disappointed for a moment as Gallus hopped a short distance away, the hippogriff then happily settling down at seeing his intent. The two of them leaning against a steep grassy outcropping on their backs; now able to relax a bit further instead of just sitting in the same position for a time. -----
Quickly finding out she could still snuggle close to Gallus from her current position, Silverstream scooted to rest the her upper half of her back against his chest, laying her head on Gallus’ feathers. His arms reached down and held around her waist, the hippogriff instantly melting at the warm safety Gallus provided. “Is there anything about me you’ve wondered? I know I haven’t shared that much about growing up, but I do want you to know…well, me.” Gallus asked, prompting Silverstream to look up at him with a smile.
“You haven’t, but I don’t hold it against you. It must have been really bad at times, so I didn’t want to push.” She explained, musing over his question. “Maybe just, what was it like? I know it was hard, but it’s something so foreign to me. Like stairs or a water slide.” “Pfft.” Gallus couldn’t resist a slight chuckle, nodding slowly. “Alright. Well, most of the time growing up I knew I’d at least have one meal a day. I slept wherever the snow and wind wouldn’t get me, at least during the winter. The spring wasn’t too bad. I woke up, hunted fish or any small game that were still around, and then went into town for jobs. Most of the time Gryphons had a half-day job or something they could pay us for a bit or two. That alone added an extra meal for a day.” Gallus explained, feeling a slightly cold chill run down his spine at the memories.
“It’s odd. When I first came here, it seemed so normal. Now that I know it was anything but that, it’s like the full weight of it is starting to hit me. The realization of how bad it was. I just never really thought about it like that- I couldn’t. I just wanted to stay alive and try to make it to the next day.” Gallus looked down at feeling Silverstream shift, the hippogriff meeting his gaze with a loving smile as she nuzzled the gryphon’s chest feathers.
“Being hungry was normal, obviously. Had a meal a day usually, but sometimes that went down to every other day, but that wasn’t too common. If the orphanage- or what passed for it, closed for repairs or got overwhelmed, that’s when it really was bad. There was a week or two in the winter that happened. Lots of orphans….” The peaceful scenery vanished, Gallus’ eyes clouded with a memory from the past. The snow bit at his bones, the blizzard nearly whiting out any signs of civilization. The small frozen lumps in the alley were completely covered within a few minutes. “Gallus?”
His breath heaved in a sharp breath, the gryphon snapping back to reality. To Gallus’ surprise, a few tears had wet his cheeks, Silverstream looking up in concern. “I’m here. Just bad memory. Every winter, not all the orphans made it.” “…Oh.”
Silverstream was quiet for a good while, reaching over to give Gallus’ talons a squeeze with her own. “I can’t imagine- it just sounds so…brutal.” Silverstream whispered, prompting Gallus to nod. “That’s a good word for it. If you didn’t know how to survive, or just got unlucky, you didn’t. Obviously gryphons being not terribly charitable didn’t help, but that was only part of it. Thankfully I learned fast.” He explained, seeing Silver’s brow furrow as she still tried to understand such an alien upbringing.
“There was a nice gryphon at the library; probably around Gilda’s age actually. Of the few books there were, some were pretty useful. I taught myself how to make a fire, shelter, preserve food, and other stuff. Fish jerky took me a while to learn though. Burns too easily.” Gallus mused, looking down in surprise as Silver’s beak stretched into a slight smile.
“That’s actually really really cool! Could you teach me that stuff?” She asked, wiggling slightly with excitement. “Umm, yeah? I should be able to.” He replied, not able to resist a smile of his own. Warmth blossomed in the gryphon’s heart, Gallus not able to resist tightening his arms in a hug. “I’d actually really like that. Makes it all seem a little less…well, bad.” He then chuckled, nuzzling the top of Silverstream’s head with his beak. “Well, you make everything seem less ‘bad.’”
The loving emotion behind Silver’s eyes as she looked up at him nearly brought Gallus to tears; the gryphon just hugging his special somegriff closer. “I blame you for turning most of my sarcasm to cuddles.” Gallus grumbled, running a set of talons through Silverstream’s head feathers as she giggled. “Well, I like both. But cuddles are amazing…” “Mmmm. Not gonna disagree with that.” The hippogriff let out a soft surprised squeak as Gallus flipped her half-around to plant a loving kiss on her beak, eagerly kissing the gryphon back.
“Hey, Silver. You said you always wanted…well, this? I am curious about that.” Gallus asked, Silverstream shifting back in his arms. “Hmm? W-well, it’s kinda that simple.” The hippogriff stated, then going rather quiet. “I might have read all the romance novels in the royal library.” Silverstream whispered, prompting Gallus to chuckle. “Oh?” She nodded, a slight blush on the hippogriff’s cheeks. “I know it’s silly to have a big dreamy idea of what romance could be, because real life isn’t like that.” Silver continued, then turning to nuzzle Gallus’ chest feathers. “Even so, I doubt I could get any closer than this, than you.”
Going back to caress her headfeathers, Gallus simply nodded, hoping Silver wouldn’t notice the growing blush on his cheeks. “Well, if there’s any other dreamy ideas that you’ve always wanted, let me know.” He gently cupped her cheek with his claws, a slight smile meandering onto his beak. “Like this for example. Things you always imagined your special somegriff doing.” Silverstream nodded happily, sighing contentedly. “Will doooooooo. Dancing and this is pretty much top of the list though.”
The gryphon couldn’t help but grin; making a mental note to do both of those things more often. “I like these sharing moments; can we have these more often?” Gallus asked, prompting a giggle. “You don’t have to ask, but I’d like that. I like learning about you.” Silver replied with a happy sigh. “Well, same. I didn’t know you were that into romance. I mean I kind of guessed, with the few hints you’ve given and all.”
Angling her chin on Gallus’ chest, Silverstream looked up to his with a dreamy smile. “Whateeeeeeever could have given you that idea?” A long kiss was Gallus’ reply, followed by a chuckle. “No idea. Must have just been a passing bird.” Silverstream couldn’t help but start giggling as Gallus reached down and gave her cheeks a squeeze. “A really really pink bird.” “You goofy gryphon, I love you.” Silverstream murmured, more than happy to let Gallus continue. “Love you too Silver. What do you say we get some food and then check out the shops?” “That sounds good, but I’d rather stay like this.” “What was that?” Gallus asked, his sharp ears picking up her words but enjoying another blush that was making its way onto her cheeks.
“…I like this.” She replied, letting out a sigh. “I also like browsing shops, but I could stay here all day.” Gallus chuckled, rubbing Silverstream’s shoulders with a grin. “Hmm. Well as comfortable as this is, wouldn’t it get boring?” He suggested, Silverstream then shaking her head. “Nah, I don’t think we’d get bored. Even if we are, bored together is good.” “That’s true. I feel the same, just spending time together is nice.”
Silverstream nodded, eyes then widening as she scooted upright to sit next to him. A blush so deep her cheeks that it now matched part of her beak blossomed on the hippogriff’s face, Silverstream refusing to look at a rather confused Gallus. “Erm, Silver? You ok there? That’s an adorable blush by the way.” He asked, fully enjoying seeing his flustered special somegriff, even if he wasn’t sure of the cause. “Y-Yep! All good! Totally. Maybe can get lunch and shops before you head back?” She suggested, still avoiding eye contact. Well, she doesn’t look sad or anything, so at least she’s doing ok? Then again, I have no idea if this is just a normal thing. Eh. Whaaaaaatever.
“Sounds good to me!” Gallus replied as he stood up and stretched. “This…is actually going to be super fun. We’re high enough it’s easily a few good minutes of gliding.” He remarked, walking over to the edge as Silverstream stood at his side. Heh, she’s still dark pink. Looks good on her- but if she doesn’t want to say anything I won’t ask. Totally will use it as joking ammunition though. Especially after she tried to come up with every ‘blush’ pun that one date. On second thought…eh, not my best work, but still. “Hmmm. Y’know, at least we’ll be able to have warm leftovers!” Gallus mused, prompting a very confusing look from Silverstream.
“Huh?” Gallus hopped close, nuzzling the hippogriff’s neck to then whisper in her ear. “Because with that blush, I’m sure we can re-heat anything!” He then yanked her close for an extremely heated kiss, the gryphon then cackling as he launched himself off the ledge. Moments later, a very very dark pink Silverstream darted after him. “GALLUS YOU JERK THAT WAS SO NOT FAIR!” -----
Iron Anvil tossed another heaping shovelful of fuel into the forge, sweat dripping from his brow. Call it a hunch, but if that young gryphon had any sense, he’d- “Stoking the forge old friend?” Gyld asked, meandering into the back of the blacksmith’s shop.
Waving a set of heavy tongs at the gryphon, Iron nodded before taking a few steps back. “Aye. Have to heat it to near meltdown levels…unless that Gallus fella decided to not have me work on his armor?” “I would joke with you that he didn’t, but I haven’t seen you this excited in a while. You’d be correct.” Gyld chuckled, grinning as the old stallion let out a triumphant laugh, trotting over to examine the pile of unique armor. “HA! I knew it. So what does he want done to it? “Specifically? He didn’t say; I’m meeting with him tonight and Gallus will tell me the details. If I had to guess, you’ll be busy though. However, until then, just cleaning the corrosion and such. I have a feeling that will take enough time.”
Iron nodded, hauling the large breastplate over and gesturing to it. “Indeed. For being stored in a damp armory, they’ve fared well. I can clean it, aye. I might not get to all the pieces for a while though. This metal is…well, you know how rare and hard it is. It’ll take scrubbing and multiple heated oil baths just to loosen the corrosion.” The master blacksmith explained.
“So that will easily take a day or two, maybe more if I’m right. I’ll draw up some plans for commissioning the straps for it too; the pieces holding the armor together completely disintegrated. Not surprising, but annoying. When you see him, let this Gallus feller know that I can clean it and leave it be, or make it a ceremonial piece, or battle ready.” A mischievous glint then entered the blacksmith’s eye, prodding the armor with a hoof. “Or perhaps all three. Now wouldn’t that be a project…” “You’re drooling, Iron.” “I’M NOT DROOLING! Now leave me be! Cleaning will take long enough, just let me know what that gryphon wants! My assistant is already annoyed when his magic cuts out if he gets too close!”
Halfway to the door, Gyld paused, ears flicking upwards in curiosity. “What now?” Iron looked at the gryphon as though a child had asked where bread came from. “What? You know about this armor I thought!” “…only the general aspects of it.” The blacksmith grinned, wiping off the center of the breastplate with a fetlock. Visible due to a small opening in the gold star insignia, a red gem was visible set underneath the metal, placed between the Griffinstone Crests.
“A gem?” “Aye. It’s a good thing I’m an Earth Pony otherwise this would have been an obnoxious endeavor. I imagine a certain Princess would love to examine this; but the other sets have them too. This is old magic; I don’t know how it works, only what it is said to do. It was made back when gryphons used the leylines of this world and knew runic spells.” The pony carefully tapped the armor with a hoof, brow furrowing in thought. “When the armor is put on or held close, that gem will dampen the majority of combat spells, and outright block simple arcane magic. Apparently it wreaks havoc with levitation spells and the like even just sitting here. I honestly don’t know what else it can affect, but it’s some sort of magic dampening field, inscribed into the heart of that gem.”
Gyld regarded the armor with a keen gaze, nodding slowly. “That is fascinating; thank you Iron. I’ll relay that as well. Carry on.” “Take care Gyld. HEY! WHERE IS THAT OIL? I ASKED YOU TO GET IT AN-” The gryphon chuckled as he made his way out of the shop, hearing Iron start to blow a few gaskets sooner than his furnace. -----
Silverstream happily hopped alongside Gallus, a wide smile on her beak as they meandered down the Canterlot streets. “Ok, so definitely new favorite place to eat?” “Toooooootally. That. Was. AWESOME! I mean, fresh fish is better, but in a different way? This stuff had spices! Like, did your tongue tingle? We didn’t have much spicy stuff underwater; but I liiiiike it! Different from the Griffinstone fish pastries! And the fishy kisses…I think chocolate is a bit better though. But the meal-Hmm. A Fastry? A Pish? Fistry? One word is better than two words, so we totally should come up with a shorter word for it!”
As Silverstream’s voice echoed in his ears, Gallus couldn’t help but just smile happily as her infectious mood lifted his spirits. And why wouldn’t he be happy? Spending time with someone he loved… “Hmm. I think a ‘Pish’ sounds funny, so we should definitely call it that. And I love the spice, probably could handle a bit more actually. I do agree chocolate kisses were better. Still lovely though.” Gallus mused, prompting Silverstream to stop dead in her tracks with a slight sniffle. “Silver?”
A wide but trembling smile was on the hippogriff’s beak as she walked over and gave Gallus a hug. “I’m s-still getting used to that; someone listening even when I’m r-rambling. Not getting annoyed, but actually replying and j-just….” “Silverstream, rambles or not, you’re still you and someone I care about. So, I listen. It’s kinda relaxing actually; you have a nice voice.” Gallus smiled, feathers fluffing slightly at the glint at Silverstream’s eye. Ok what is that emotion? “If we were aaaaanywhere a bit more private I’d push you against that wall and be making out with you. Right. Now.” She grumbled, prompting a very happy smile to slide onto Gallus’ features. “Oh really? That actually-wow.” The gryphon’s brain short-circuited as he imagined that possibility.
“That is an extremely attractive thought actually.” He mused, looking over to see Silverstream appearing absolutely horrified she had actually vocalized that. “R-really? Ididntmeantothatsayoutloud.” She promptly buried her head in Gallus’ shoulder, prompting the gryphon to laugh. “Well I’m glad you did. That sounds pretty great. My special somegriff aggressively showing me affection? Awesome.” Gallus grinned, prompting an increasingly common deep pink blush to spread across Silverstream’s face and neck with a soft ‘eep.’ “G-good to know.” She stammered, not meeting Gallus’ gaze as he continued to chuckle. This is too much fun. She’s so cute when flustered! Cute. Beautiful, adorable, all synonyms for the one I love.
“Not sure what causes that blush, but it looks really, really good on you.” Gallus quipped, prompting a rather viscous inaudible grumble. “You ok there Silver?” “Ugh. I’m FINE!” She growled with a poorly suppressed smile, taking a few deep breaths before being interested in the nearest shop window as Gallus did the same with a grin. “Huh. Never knew you were interested in ancient pony cookware…” There was an audible *Thunk* as Silverstream whacked her forehead against the shop window, Gallus shoving her shoulder playfully. “Hey, did Smolder really incinerate one of the tests the other day?”
Apparently grateful for the distraction, Silverstream nodded, returning to Gallus’ side as they walked, the street becoming less populated as they neared the edge of a Canterlot district. “Yup. And the best part? Spike was the test proctor; so whatever made her sneeze affected him too. I think the chalkboard has a big burn mark on it now!” She chirped, prompting a chuckle from Gallus. “That sounds pretty great. I do miss hanging out with you and the others, but this training is really helping I think. Nightmares are nearly gone already.” He added as Silverstream smiled happily. “I miss seeing you more often too, but if this helps, then I can wait a few months! Besides, we still get to see each other every week, and for most of the day!” The hippogriff added, prompting Gallus to reach over and give her a long kiss.
“And I certainly had a fantastic time today. I love spending time with you.” He put a set of claws on Silver’s cheek, the hippogriff promptly sagging into his arms as usual. “It was amazing. I’m already looking forward to next week…” Silverstream murmured, reaching up to nuzzle Gallus’ neck feathers lovingly. Wrapping his special somegriff up in a hug, Gallus held her close and savored Silverstream’s close touch. “I love you, Silverstream.” Gallus whispered, prompting said hippogriff to snuggle a bit closer. “I love you too Gallus.”
“…so what do we call this? A hug snuggle? A ‘sug’ sounds weird.” A soft giggle left Silverstream’s beak at the thought, her wings shrugging briefly. “I think there’s a word for it. A ‘huggle’.” “Huh. I guess that works.” Gallus mused, looking up at the late afternoon sun. “You had to be back before dinner, huh?” He asked, Silverstream nodding with a sigh. “Yeah. Everyone is going to get hayburgers. And I heard they added a seaweed item or two! So going to try that.” She explained with a smile.
Pulling back slightly, Gallus gently touched the necklace around Silverstream's neck, his blue feather standing out starkly against her pink fur. The hippogriff reached over and gave his claws a squeeze with her own, her beak quivering slightly. “I know it’s silly, but I’ll miss you Gallus.” She whispered, giving him a tight hug. “Not silly at all; I’ll miss you too Silver. But it’s just for a week.” Silverstream closed her eyes, enjoying the rise and fall of Gallus’ chest against hers before breaking away.
“Oh. I want to try this time!” She giggled, looking around at the empty street. “Hey, Discord-“ “Sir Discord might be better.” “SIR Discord! I’m ready to go back now!” Not seeing any cheeky Draconequus appear, Gallus grinned with a shrug.
“Maybe phrase it different? Like in an old story book?” “Oooooooh!” Silverstream struck a pose, falling back slightly in Gallus’ arms. “Sir Discord! I am ready to be sent back from my lovers arms, until we meet next week and I can kiss him again and again and-” “OH MY GOODNESS I’M HERE ALREADY!” A fully-armored Discord yelled, claws dragging down his face with a sigh as he floated above them. “I can only take so much of that, but well done. I give that performance a banana out of five.” Said fruit and a neon number appeared next to each other before Discord shooed them away, armor clanking.
“Alright, off we go. Take care Gallus the Knight.” Discord added, Silverstream waving before the two vanished in a puff of…seafoam? “Thanks again Discord.” Gallus whispered, making his way back to the school. ----- *One Hour Later*
“So, Gallus, have any more thoughts about what I can tell Iron Anvil? He’s the local master blacksmith.” Gyld asked, Gallus’ brow furrowing as the two conversed back in the administrative office. “Yeah, just let him know I want to be able to wear it for events, as dresswear and the like, but also have it serve its full purpose if the need arises. There were a few other questions though.” “Oh?” Gallus fiddled with his claws, finally sighing and looking up to the older gryphon. He still wasn’t sure how to phrase it, so best not beat around the bush. That wasn’t exactly his style anyhow.
“Are there any more advanced classes? Specifically for gryphons? As you mentioned when we first met, living among ponies…you can’t use your claws. Are there any classes or instructions on those? And also where I can practice while wearing armor?” Gyld’s gaze hardened, the Master Sergeant standing up a bit straighter. “There are very few techniques that use your claws and are not lethal, or at least used to inflict grave injury, Gallus. In terms of pony classes, there are not any such classes for lethal strikes, not outside of the upper echelons of the military of specialized royal guard.” Gyld explained.
“That said, I know you’ve been checking out books on the matter; what few we have at least. I was expecting it, so no need to feel bad.” The gryphon remarked, prompting an embarrassed smile from Gallus. “Combat techniques, and the code of the ancient knights. Two interests of yours I take it? I assume the armor certainly added to that?” Gallus nodded, but then shrugged his wings. “To an extent. For the claw combat, it’s just something I want to know, since I have claws after all. For the Knights, I figured the armor had something to do with ancient warriors. I just like their code and stuff. It’s…” His brow furrowed as the young gryphon tried to put his thoughts to words.
“The knights are the opposite of what gryphons are now, for the most part. Caring for others, noble warriors, having honor, your word meaning something. It’s appealing, kind of how I want to live at least. Or try my hardest to.” The gryphon explained. “I never really had a set code of values, just what I kind of knew to be right and wrong. No stealing, don’t hurt others, and so on. I mean, I guess that’s a code, but this puts it all into words, makes it easier to understand.”
By now Gyld was smiling rather widely, gesturing to a few piece of parchment on his desk. “Hmm. Then Let me pose this offer to you this Gallus. I have already obtained permission from all three Princesses and the Gryphon Empire to train you in advanced, including lethal, combat. So if you want to have private lessons in addition to your current training, I would be more than happy to tutor you. It would likely extend your stay here, depending how much you wanted to learn. ”
As Gallus’ ears perked up, Gyld’s tone grew much more somber. “Before you accept this, Gallus, I promised I would inform you of the burden of this knowledge, only then I’ll accept your answer.” The gryphon continued, capturing all of Gallus’ attention. “My full name and rank is Gyld Ironfeather, Master Sergeant of the Royal Counter Terrorist Branch, specifically, assassination prevention. Trust me when I speak of lethal force, I have personal experience with it.” The younger gryphon’s eyes were wide in both shock and wonder, then nodding as Gyld continued.
“I have killed many creatures, young gryphon. I have done so to save both my life and those of whose safety I was entrusted. The burden of that is something I have come to terms with, no matter how justified I was in these actions.” Gyld’s tone was soft but stern, not quavering as he spoke. “The mere knowledge of how to use lethal force, and the practiced training to do so is a burden. You must then know when it is appropriate and when it is not, and be held accountable for such either way. Should you ever have to use it, and I hope you never do, you will wonder if you did the right thing. Even if you know it saved lives, your life, you will occasionally wonder if there was another way. That is the burden of this training, Gallus. And I promised that I would do my best to let you understand that before you accepted my help.”
The gryphon then stood a bit taller, the hint of a smile on his beak. “There is another side to that coin though. With this knowledge and training, this power, comes a responsibility. This nation is largely untouched by traditional warfare; thankfully the Elements of Harmony have kept most villains in check. That said, the horrors of war are prevented largely without fanfare and in the shadows. Individuals such as myself have killed to prevent that burden from falling on the shoulders of the unprepared, and the unable. I am willing to do this so that my wife never has to, so that ponies do not have to. That is another burden, but also a noble responsibility you will bear with this knowledge and training.”
Waiting a few moments until Gallus’ brow had stopped furrowing as he processed the speech, Gyld then nodded. “So, Gallus. Do you accept this training and responsibility? That is to say, lethal strikes and techniques while understanding the burden it may entail?” Gallus stood tall, nodding once. “Yes. If what I learn can save others, help others, and….” He paused, swallowing a slight lump in his throat. “If what I learn can save others from bearing that burden, hopefully keep them safe without shouldering that, then I fully accept.” The look in Gallus’ eyes made Gyld’s gaze soften into that of genuine respect.
“Gyld, I am not a stranger to seeing death. I only shared that with Silverstream recently. If I can keep the one I love from having those images etched in her mind, or even having to take a life even to save her own, then I gladly embrace all the training you have to offer.” A set of heavy talons fell on Gallus’ shoulder, Gyld nodding approvingly. “Well said Gallus. You’re a much better gryphon than I was at your age. Much better than most. Now, you said you liked the knight’s code, correct?”
A nod was Gallus’ response, prompting a smile from the Master Sergeant. “Well, I can instruct you on that as well if you’d like. I know quite a bit of the old codes; it was a study of mine once upon a time. The primary way to become a Knight is through genuine combat after years of study; so I sincerely hope that final test never comes to pass. That said, you can train as one, have a training title, and live by that code if you’d like. After a few years of continued training, you could possibly gain the official title of ‘Knight.’” Gallus’ ears perked up as he stared at Gyld, nodding rapidly.
“I’d…really like that. I never wanted to be in the military or guard, but I want to try living by that code as a principle. If a title comes along with it, I’d like to show that I have some sort of…training, credentials? Not sure how to put it. Showing that I am someone. Not just any ordinary gryphon who claims to have training.” Gyld chuckled, nodding with a wave of his claws dismissively.
“Gallus, you already are someone. I certainly know a certain hippogriff, professors, Princesses, and friends who would disagree with you. That said, I know what you mean. It is a verbal and written certificate showing work, something like credentials. I imagine that has an additional and understandable appeal.” Gyld’s brow furrowed as he mused over the possibilities, then looking back to Gallus. “It is a military title, so formally you should be in the Gryphon Army and go from there, but their training camp barely has plumbing, let alone someone to teach. No, there haven’t been knights in centuries; but I still think they’ll recognize you as one in training since I have sufficient experience. You’ll be a Knight-in-training, an ‘Esquire’ as you continue to study the code and practice, even after you leave here. While both Knight and Esquire are military titles, nowadays they are more ceremonial than anything. It still carriers some weight in the military however; and that can be explained further on in training.”
Gyld offered a set of his claws to Gallus with a smile, standing tall as he looked at the young gryphon. “Is that something you want, Gallus?” Grasping the talons in a firm grip, Gallus nodded, standing as tall as he could. “I’d like nothing more, Master Sergeant.”
Two Paragraph Specific Song Snapping to attention, Gyld then looked down at Gallus, his massive wings half-spread. “Esquire Gallus! Do you accept to become trained as a Knight of the Gryphon Empire, including the fighting techniques, codes of conduct and honor, all other statutes and the burdens thereof? Do you also accept to maintain the training title of ‘Eequire’ until otherwise approved by your superiors after proving yourself in combat or sufficient study time has passed?”
Gallus stood and saluted; an ancient Gryphon Empire gesture with his wings half spread, and a fist across his chest. “I accept.”
A Gryphon Knight shall respect all weaknesses, and will constitute themselves the defender of them. Lend aid to the orphan, the downtrodden, and see one’s self as no greater than they. (ACGK:A/IE) ----- *Two Months Later* -----
“Silverstream, you need to tell him.” Ocellus sighed, patting the unsettled hippogriff on the back. “I k-know. It isn’t even t-that big of a deal! I j-just thought I could ignore it.” The changeling sighed as Silverstream sniffled, then shaking her head. “ I m-mean it’s not even a real problem! It’s just how it makes me feel and s-stuff.” “…and isn’t that exactly how Gallus could help? I mean we can tell you have it’s all a bunch of baseless junk, but hearing it from him might be best. I mean you said he is kind of the reason you’re getting all these, right?”
Silverstream flopped on the couch with a groan, wings drooping at her sides. “Ok, that’s true…Thanks for your support though. You too Smolder.” The dragon waved from the table on the far side of the lounge, gesturing to a stack of papers; even as another one magically appeared and floated down onto the pile.
“No problem. Hey, want me to burn this one? Since apparently burning the senders isn’t an option.” A slight smile teased at Silverstream’s features at the thought. “That…actually would be awesome. We might want to go outside though.” “Awesome! Want to make S’mores in the fire pit? This stuff would be great for kindling!” A full smile edged onto the hippogriff’s beak, just as Yona burst in through the main door. “YONA HEARD S’MORES?” “S’mores party Yona, you’re invited too of course.” Smolder chuckled, gathering up the dozens of letters in her arms. “YONA LOVE GOOEY CHOCOLATE MARSHMALLOW GOODNESS!” Silverstream’s spirits lifted as she followed her friends out the door, looking forward to see the immediate reminders of her distress go up in literal smoke.
----- “Good! Now watch out for the-” *WHACK!* “…ow.”
Gyld sighed, tapping a large crystal that lay on the ground at the edge of the practice arena. The faceless arcane opponent vanished with a flash of energy, leaving an embarrassed gryphon in its wake. “This is what will trip you up on the final in two weeks, Gallus.” The Master Sergeant quipped, seeing Gallus rubbing the side of his face.
“It’s that one strike that always gets you. Never focus too much on the weapons in an enemy’s hoof or claws; that is merely an extension of them. They still have other limbs to use, and even more so with a unicorn!” Gallus nodded, reaching over to take a swig of water from a bottle. “That said, you are progressing remarkably well. Are you sure you can keep this up? A few hours extra of practice every day for two months…I’m impressed. I think we’re about done for tonight though.” Gyld remarked, prompting a nod from the younger gryphon.
“In a word, yes. I want to keep learning, and the pace is perfect.” He replied, prompting a chuckle from Gyld. “Perfect you say? Well, you seem to be learning the techniques fantastically, regardless of the pace, so I have to agree. Now then, a quick review. Regarding the code of a knight; when is a duel an accepted request?” “If the honor of who, or what, I am sworn to defend and uphold is insulted or threatened. Individuals, nations, or ideals.” "Good. Can a knight’s loyalty be to multiple individuals or nations?” "Yes, but with caveats. Singular persons of importance, and nations in which they are citizens of. Conflict between the two must be a rare possibility before taking any oath.”
Gyld nodded approvingly, eyes flickering over a rag-tag batch of combat recruits; apparently wanting to review their first week of training as the older groups including Gallus tested out in two weeks. “That is correct. Obviously this is all to interpretation. Now then…what if a knight receives a military order that directly goes against his oath? To either creature or country?” Gallus’ brow furrowed, wracking his mind for the answer. “That’s to be avoided at all cost, possibly acting as a mediator, but then it is the knight’s choice as to which is of most importance.”
As a group of noisy ponies meandered closer, Gyld nodded in approval. “Correct, mostly. There are a few other political factors; review the most recent chapter, about halfway through it explains it superbly. But well done, you’ve picked everything up much faster than I’d have guessed. Now, Iron Shield is free tonight and was wondering…”
Gyld let his words trail off as three stallions clearly had Gallus’ attention, the gryphon’s eyes narrowing as he picked up the words of the most bombastic one, the other two laughing along. “Really? The niece of Queen Novo? Riiiiiiight. Wait, you’re serious? Lucky dude.” Gallus couldn’t help but grin. Bombastic or not, this pony didn’t sound half bad. “She’s probably amazing in bed too. I hear nobles get around a lot.” ….Ok, and now I like him a little less. But I suppose that’s what guys joke about? Well, some of them at least.
Apparently the cream-colored earth pony didn’t notice how his two friends were shaking their heads as he continued to chuckle, seeing Gallus out of the corner of their eyes. "Wonder if she’ll come to visit? That could be fun for everyone-What? You’ve never been to a party with nobles? All up tight when everyone is around, but then if there’s a room free-” And there’s the line. Joke around all you like, but don’t insinuate Silverstream is like that.
Gallus calmly tapped the stallion on the shoulder, the other two ponies quickly backing up. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear you insinuating a few things about a certain hippogriff noble.” He stated, prompting the stallion to shrug. “What? Oh, you’re her boyfriend or whatever right? So you’d know, lucky gryphon. Don’t feel bad, it happens to most noble couples- all fine until the next pleasant suitor comes around, then money and politics or just plain boredom takes hold.” The stallion remarked, waving a hoof as though it was well-known information.
Somehow this guy doesn’t seem to notice the five other ponies shaking their heads at him. How stupid is he? …and is he seriously calling Silverstream a- “I’d know what?” Gallus asked calmly, curious to see how much of a hole this pony was going to dig himself into. “Uh, you’d know how lucky you are to get her into bed? And probably know how many other guys have been running the same game with her? Then again, probably all at the same time.” Gallus felt his right eye twitch as he gently pressed a set of talons to his temple. Somehow this pony had managed to drain hours of patience away in mere moments.
“I’m sorry, are you accusing Lady Silverstream of sleeping around and otherwise not being faithful?” Gallus asked calmly, the stallion shrugging. “Not really an accusation if it’s true. Most noble couples are just for show nowadays. Sorry to let you know you’re no exception to that.” Taking a deep breath and sighing, Gallus saw Gyld watching the exchange with an impassive expression. Well. I think this qualifies….
“What is your name?” Gallus asked, the pony looking over at him curiously. “…Gilded Copper.” “Ok, Gilded Copper, I’m going to ask that you apologize for that insulting remark.” The gryphon stated, watching as the pony looked at him with a slight huff. “Uh, why?” “Because you insulted Lady Silverstream, someone who I love dearly.” Gallus had to resist rolling his eyes as the stallion sauntered a bit closer, the pony’s true colors showing as ego began to ooze from the pony’s demeanor. “And if I don’t?”
There was an audible *THWOK* as one of the ponies nearby planted a hoof onto their face with a groan, Gallus having to resist a grin. “Well, I’ll have to explore other options, unless you apologize. So, I am asking you to do so, please.” A simple raised eyebrow coupled with a roll of his eyes was the pony’s response. “…Seriously? Not my fault you don’t know she’s sleeping around, and sleeping well I assume.” The stallion chuckled, Gallus now feeling physically dirty being in the presence of such an individual.
Ok, no more Mr. Nice gryphon. Sighing, Gallus looked over to Gyld, who simply shrugged. The other few ponies watching seemed to wince. “Some ponies…When your brain was baking, did they forget the yeast? You’ve insulted Lady Silverstream, so now I challenge you to a duel for her honor. “A what now?” Gyld stepped forward, a rather mischievous gleam in his eye. “Squire Gallus here is challenging you to a duel to first yield, since you insulted the one has sworn to protect, unless you apologize for your remark of course.”
Regarding the older gryphon with a rather snobbish gaze, Copper shrugged his shoulders. “Ok, so what is it about? If I win or lose?” Gyld calmly retrieved two training staffs, looking at the rude pony with a huff. “If Gallus wins, you apologize for your statement- he likely won’t let go until you do. If you win, it shows Gallus has more to learn before challenging one to a duel. If you refuse the duel or to apologize upon losing, you simply will be known as a coward, one who’s word means nothing.”
Copper glared at the two gryphons, snagging a staff with his hooves. “Well I’m not a coward- Hmm, Gallus…riiiight. Knight in training and all that. Heard a bit about you from my mom and dad- quite the talk in the noble circles.” "Oh?” Gallus asked, snagging the training staff from Gyld and walking to the sparring area. "Yep. But still not going to take it back; it is what it is. Hippogriff noble or pony noble; saaaaaame thing.” The gryphon sighed, shaking his head.
“You’re going to regret not apologizing- Ugh. Hey Master Sergeant? Why is it that some ponies just want to take the hard way out?” Gallus asked, seeing his instructor shrug. “I have no idea.” The pony let out a soft laugh at the exchange, shrugging his shoulders. "Hard way out? We’ll see- I’ve taken a few lessons.” He twirled the staff, standing at the ready as Gyld dropped a claw to start the duel. “Until the other yields due to pain or being pinned. No grievous wounds. START!” Copper grinned, half-circling Gallus as he regarded the gryphon with a keen gaze. “Not sure why you’re so mad. You’re the one getting to benefit from her experience after all. Not like-” *THWACK*
With a strike that caused the air to hum with power, Gallus dealt blow to Copper’s cheek, sending the pony to the floor. The gryphon quickly kicking the staff from Copper’s loose grip, he stood over the prone stallion. Still dazed and struggling to get up, the pony was laid flat by another blow between his shoulder blades. “Apologize.” Gallus growled, Copper still trying to grapple the gryphon. "Why? You going to claw me like you did my friend? You gryphons are all the same.” Copper hissed venomously. Oh. Well that explains a lot. Idiots run in packs it would seem. After a few moments of the pony scrabbling at his arms, Gallus rolled his eyes and promptly yanked a forelimb into a pin, Copper letting out a yelp as his limb was torqued. “That. Apology.”
Pulling the limb even further, Gallus began to apply more pressure as the stallion let out a cry and began to nod. “ALRIGHT ALIGHT! I’M SORRY INSULTED YOUR LADY. IT ISN’T TRUE AND I WAS WRONG NOW PLEASE LET ME GO!” Gallus immediately let the limb down, calmly retrieving both staves to hand over to Gyld. “Duel concluded. Squire Gallus wins.” The older gryphon stated, watching with a surprised and approving eye as Gallus went over to offer a set of claws to Copper.
The stallion looked up at him with a curious gaze, prompting Gallus to roll his eyes. “What? Just because I think you’re a crude loudmouth doesn’t mean I won’t be a good sport.” He stated, smiling slightly as Copper took his claws to lever himself up- And promptly had to dodge as the stallion tried to swing at him.
Before Gallus could even consciously make a decision, his limb snapped up and promptly socked the stallion in the jaw, once again sending Copper to the mat. Blinking in shock, the gryphon walked over and nudged the pony with a set of talons, then shrugging as he looked over to Gyld. “What is it with most ponies being ok, and then the few that are nasty are just bad?”
Gyld shrugged, waving over one of the late-night medics to tend to the stallion, still out cold on the floor. “No idea, but well done. That’s the smoothest I’ve seen you react to any strike.” Nodding slowly, Gallus took a few deep breaths and shook his head. “It was weird, more of an instant reaction than a conscious one.”
The Master Sergeant led him out of the training area, shrugging his own wings. “It’s starting to be more muscle memory I suppose. Now then, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted; Iron Shield is free tonight. So, we could go see how your armor commission is coming along.”
“I’d like that; I should probably meet the pony responsible for refurbishing that armor…” Gallus mused, setting his things aside to follow Gyld out of the school and to the Master Blacksmith’s shop. Even from a block away, a bright glow was visible in the sky as a particular forge was heated to its maximum capacity.
Pushing through the backdoor to the workshop, Gyld looked around at the surprisingly-organized smithy. “Hey, Iron! Got a friend for you to meet!” “So help me if it’s my wife’s in-laws again you overgrown featherduster-OH! You must be Gallus! The grizzled and rather smoky stallion crowed, eagerly shaking the gryphon’s claws in greeting.
“And you must be Iron Shield. Sorry I haven’t come earlier, haven’t had much free time.” Gallus replied meekly, surprised at how much energy the elderly stallion had to spare. “I know Gyld here has been working you ragged, so no worries! Your armor- ah, but let me show it to you!” Iron gushed, walking over and yanking a heavy cloak off of a stand that was set off to the side of the room, next to a series of tools and a fairly clean wooden workbench. Gallus’ eyes widened at the sight; the forge light reflecting off of the artifact. “Whoa…” Gallus whispered, taking a step forward as he was drawn to the chest piece in front of him.
-Songs apply to paragraph below- Paragraph-Specific Song 1Song 2 A bit more dull than silver yet shining all the same, the dull grey metal glimmered in the forge light as a predatory gleam seemed to light the polished edges of the breastplate. Polished to perfection, the gold and red Griffinstone crests stood out proudly against the darker background, the hint of a red gem set in the star between the two symbols. Reaching forward with a set of claws, a shiver went down Gallus’ spine as he touched the ancient armor. A strange power seemed to flow from the old artifact, the piece having been worn by gryphons of old who sought to change the world for the better. The armor of a knight, and soon I’ll be worthy to wear it and not sully their memory in doing so. -song cut-
“Mr. Shield, this is perfect.” Gallus whispered, the stallion walking forward and gently removing the breastplate from the stand and handing it over. “Just Iron, please. Now then, let me go over what I’ve done. I assume Gyld has told you about how some costs are covered? Diplomatic artifact restoration and all that?”
Gallus nodded, Iron then grinning slightly. “What he didn’t tell you is that you’ll only be paying for the costs of the materials, very little more than that. The right to say I refurbished such a piece; that is a true honor. In lieu of the other costs, all I ask is that you mention my work if anyone asks. My name, the pride I have in my work is more than any bits to me at this point.” Holding the breastplate and looking it over, Gallus couldn’t help but swallow the lump that rose in his throat. “Iron, your work is worth mentioning to any who will listen and I will gladly do so. Thank you. To me, this is worth more than just its historical value. Wait, is this velvet?” He asked, gesturing to the inside of the breastplate.
“A more durable form of it, aye! The other pieces are still being coated with oil and cleaned. I had some other orders come in, so this all took a bit longer than usual. That said, this breastplate is some of my finest work to date.” The stallion replied, standing up a bit straighter as he gestured to the piece of armor. “New straps to connect all the pieces have been custom made and set with light chain mail; so even if the fabric frays, it will still hold together as long as the mail core is intact. The padding has been replaced and adjusted; this breastplate is a one-size fit all, and actually I have the segmented pieces to add to it when you grow a bit more. Not sure if you knew what they were when you found them, but if you outgrow this base plate, I can attach them to the edges to still provide full protection.” The master blacksmith continued, then gently prodding the metal with a hoof.
“I cannot add to this armor anything it already doesn’t have. A strange sort of chain-mail was forged into one of the inner layers at its inception; so overall that will stop any crossbow bolt, spear, or stab wound. Add the anti-magical properties of the gem, and you will have a level playing field against any foe. AH! The gem!” The stallion carefully took out a bit-sized rectangular ruby, gently placing it on the inside of the breastplate. “As long as this other gem is attached, it mostly nullifies the armor’s properties. So now it can be worn to any event and such without annoying any unicorns in the vicinity. Remove the inhibitor gem, and it’s back to full power!” Iron chuckled, seeing Gallus run his claws over the armor once again.
“That armor won’t rust for another hundred years. Oil baths, multiple scrubbings, re-heating, and more oiling. As you requested; ready for any social event, or dropped into a battlefield. The other pieces are not ready however; the gauntlets alone are challenging to clean due to all the hinged parts.” Gallus nodded, looking up at Iron with a slight grin. “The breastplate though, could it be worn…in a few weeks?” Iron now had a matching grin, nodding slowly. “Aye. To perhaps a certain high-class social ball?”
Holding out his claws, Gallus shook Iron’s hoof in a firm grip- one that was easily outmatched by the blacksmith. “The same. I cannot thank you enough, and I’m already anticipating what the other matching pieces will look like.” “You’ll have them by the time Gyld sets you free I wager.” ----- -The Next Day- ----- Gallus read over the parchment once more before stowing it in the neck satchel, waiting for the tell-tale ‘POOF’ of seafoam on the ground that would signal Silverstream’s arrival. Discord seemed to enjoy doing such a thing, and it certainly was amusing. Sitting in their favorite high-altitude park, Gallus rapped his claws on the ground in thought. Something had been bothering his special-somegriff for weeks now, and while he hadn’t pushed, it pained Gallus to know Silverstream was hurting. He could see it in her gaze, eating away at her actions and thoughts when she wasn’t enamored by the shops they had explored; or him for that matter.
Within moments, a soft artificial wheeze echoed across the park, Silverstream snapping into existence amid a pile of vanishing seafoam. Trotting over to the hippogriff, Gallus wrapped her up in his arms as she began to look around. “Hi Silver.” He whispered, Silverstream giggling and hugging him back, following up with a loving nuzzle to his cheek. “Hi to you too.”
Gallus pulled back slightly, not able to resist smiling as two caring lavender eyes gazed back at him. “Anything notable happen recently? I’m only here for another month or so and then can join in on the daily fun.” He asked, gently placing a palm on Silverstream’s cheek. “Mmmm. Well we had an impromptu fire and S’mores last night; that was some yummy entertainment. Yona set a new record I think.” She murmured happily, Gallus smiling all the while. “Sounds delicious; I like the more cinnamon-marshmallows though.” He mused, Silver giggling. “I know. You wouldn’t stop talking about them the entire rest of that camping trip.” “Hey, they were good!”
Walking a short distance to sit under one of the trees nestled against the mountain wall, Gallus spread his wing over Silver’s shoulder, reaching over to give her claws a squeeze with his own. “Silver? I know something has been bothering you.” He whispered, feeling her tense up slightly. “If you don’t want to go into it, that’s fine. Just- I just want to help if I can.”
Before Silverstream could speak, a parchment popped into existence in front of the pair, Gallus looking at it curiously. “…magical letters? Huh. Didn’t know those were a thing outside of Spike and Princess Twilight and such.” Without saying a word, Silverstream reached out and read it over- Then promptly shredding it with her beak and claws, burying her head into Gallus' shoulder afterwards. “Ah. And I take it I’ve just learned what has been bothering you?” The gryphon ventured to ask, prompting a muffled ‘yes’ into his shoulder. It was more of a “Yfm,” but close enough.
“Why are they so bothersome? Other than popping up at times. I mean, magical parchment is a tad more expensive, so they have to be somewhat important? Or some sort of unpleasant message?” Gallus asked, feeling Silverstream take a shaky breath at his side, scooting closer to rest against him. “Only more expensive. N-not important.” Silverstream whispered, her voice hitching slightly. “Silver? What are they about?” Gallus asked, the hippogriff staring down at her claws. “You, actually. Or rather, you and me.”
The gryphon blinked, completely at a loss for words. “I-um, I don’t follow.” He stammered, trying his hardest to connect the dots but failing spectacularly. Reaching into the small satchel around her neck, Silverstream handed Gallus three parchments, then looked back to the ground as he read them silently. Dear Lady Silverstream…more titles…ok, wait- ‘we are saddened to hear by your choice of partner?’ Who is this pompous featherhead writing Silver? Ok, maybe this next one is different… ‘surely could be able to find a more worthy successor of your bloodline’-are you serious?! Now this final one… ‘eager to keep the noble blood pure, if at any moment you should desire a consort?’ WHAT?!
“Ok, ew.” Gallus muttered, prompting Silverstream to look over at him. “Hm?” “Keep the noble blood pure? Seriously? What kind of seaweed did this guy eat before writing this?” Gallus asked, happy to see Silverstream’s ears perk up slightly. “He’s one of the highest ranking nobles in Mount Aris, Gallus.” "Highest ranking in what? Pompfedory?” A very soft giggle reached Gallus’ ears. “I don’t think that’s a word.”
Standing up a bit straighter, Gallus nudged Silverstream’s shoulder with his own, a gentle smile on his face. “It is now. Definition: the height of self-centered foolery embodied into a fat hippogriff.” He then paused, gesturing to the letters briefly. “How many of these have you gotten Silver?” “…dozens. Only the past few weeks though.” “DOZENS?!” Gallus squawked, shaking his head and hugging her close.
“Silver, why didn’t you tell me? I mean, I figure there’s more to this than just idiots writing letters though, but if that’s the case I’ll gladly shred them.” Seeing her nod, Gallus tore the papers to shreds, scooting over to face the hippogriff even as she avoided his gaze. “I t-thought I could just ignore it! And it’s n-not the letters. It’s w-what they mean.” Silverstream whispered, wings drooping at her sides. A few tears snaked down her cheeks as Gallus pulled her into a hug, rocking the hippogriff back and forth as she cried. I don’t have to understand why; only that you are hurting.
Rubbing the back of her head feathers with a set of claws, Gallus continued to sway back and forth, Silverstream’s tears turning into affectionate nuzzles after a few moments. “They never cared about me, not like that. Then suddenly when I find someone these nobles don’t approve of, they have my best interests in mind? W-what if I don’t want any of that stuff!” Silverstream hissed, shaking her head before laying it against Gallus’ chest.
“I love you, and I’m happy. Everything feels ok with you, and now I have these nobles wanting to change that. I m-mean they never could, Auntie would never allow it, but even so I know they’re trying to find a law that will let them.” She whispered, tightening her hold around Gallus. “Digging through laws, trying to find some ancient written garbage to force me to marry-” “Silver.” Gallus whispered, prompting her to look up at him. “That isn’t going to happen.”
Silverstream pouted, shaking her head slightly. “Y-you can’t know that.” Gallus chuckled, nodding slowly. “Aaaaactually, I can. So let’s say they find a law. I doubt Princess Twilight will let that slide, and she’ll go super-bookworm on it. Your friends wouldn’t let you just be whisked away, so you could stay anywhere from Yak-Yakistan to the Dragon Lands until things are figured out.” Gallus mused, then grinning as he rubbed Silver’s back.
“And, failing all that, running away is always an option. Try to find us in the badlands! Good luck to them!” "….ok the first ideas sounded better.” Silverstream grumbled, prompting a chuckle. “What, you don’t envy the idea of running away with me? Fighting off who knows what in the badlands to keep your freedom? Sleeping under the stars, cooking over a campfire.” “Well when you put it like that….it does sound rather exciting.” Silver mused, Gallus sighing as he gave her a brief kiss.
“All partial jokes aside Silverstream, I’m saying you have plenty of friends and family on your side. A bunch of stuffy nobles aren’t going to make you do anything.” Making sure to look into the eyes that set his heart on fire, Gallus set his palm on Silverstream’s cheek, the gryphon not able to keep a loving smile off his beak. “You deserve to make your own choices; and I’m still amazed one of those choices includes me. I’ll take on anyone who dares try to make you do anything.”
Silverstream melted into his embrace, sagging against Gallus’ touch with a smile. “Ocellus said you’d help; I should have told you a while ago, and she was right of course.” She murmured, brow then furrowing. “Um, how would you ‘take on’ anyone, as noble and r-rather attractive as that sounds.” Silverstream asked with a slight blush. “As amazing as that sounds, you socking some of these nobles over the beak…” She added with a rather nasty grumble.
“Oh. I can challenge them to a duel for your honor. The bonus of being a knight in training. I kind of already did that actually…” Gallus replied, Silverstream pushing him back briefly as her wings flared.
“You’re a WHAAAAAT?!” She exclaimed, eyes wide in shock as Gallus chuckled, blushing slightly with embarrassment. “Wasn’t sure how to tell you; wanted it to be a surprise until today though.” He grinned, the kiss Silverstream yanked Gallus into making the gryphon’s feathers stand on end. “That’s. So. COOL!” She yelled, pulling him into another hug. “The main reason I wanted to wait for today, is…well….” Gallus fished out a parchment, handing it over to the once-again-bouncy hippogriff.
“Huh? ‘Squire Gallus would like-‘ You’re a ‘squire?’ OHMYGOSHTHAT’SAWESOME-‘would like to formally invite Lady Silverstream to the Royal Canterlot Hearth’s Warming Ball.’” She looked up with shimmering eyes, Gallus grinning widely. “So, would you care to join me for a night of dance and-MMMF!”
Silverstream tackled Gallus into an energetic kiss; one of the longest and best she had ever surprised him with. Like herself, it was full of warm energy and love, making Gallus’ entire face a lovely shade of purple as she finally let him breath. “W-wow.” He stammered with a dopey grin, Silverstream blushing nearly as badly. “Soooooo is that a yes?” Gallus asked, Silverstream stifling a giggle as she nodded. “That’s a total yes. I can’t WAIT!” She exclaimed, voice squeaking as she flapped off the ground briefly before settling back down. “Waaaaait a minute. This duel thing. How does it work? So these codes you’ve mentioned, what are they? And-” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You said that you already dueled? What?”
Gallus couldn’t help but grin; even as his feathers fluffed slightly from embarrassment. “Eh, basically if someone insults my honor, or that of who or what I am sworn to uphold, I challenge them to a duel; fight until they yield. So that oath would be to Equestria, the Gryphon Empire, and to you.” He explained, meeting her gaze before looking away, the blush becoming a bit more pronounced. “Basically if they refuse to apologize the duel goes on. Then if I win, they have to or are seen as a coward and generally ‘lower’ individual who won’t stand behind their words or thoughts. If I lose, it just shows I need more training before I can make such claims.”
Silverstream nodded, then poking his chest with a claw. “Buuuuuuut you said you already did that?” Gallus’ blush now was changing his entire face purple, the gryphon nodding as his wings flared slightly. "I-erm, yeah. Basically some pony decided to insinuate some rather nasty things about you. So I challenged him and won. Not my fault he tried to take a swing at me after the duel and I knocked him out…” “Pffft.” Silverstream barely held in a giggle, yanking Gallus close for a tight hug. “That’s so sweeeeeeeeet! You’d d-do that- you DID that for me?” She asked, looking up at him as Gallus shrugged. “Um, duh? I love you, so nobody is going to say anything nasty or possibly spread rumors if I can help it.” “….what was he saying?”
Gallus sighed, having known Silverstream would ask such a question but hating to repeat it all the same. “Apparently nobles aren’t known for faithfulness to their partners. So implying you fell into that mix that-erm ‘got around’ per say. And some other things about that alleged stuff.” “…oh…OH!” She shook her head vigorously. “I hate that view; I’ve heard it before though.” The hippogriff’s wings sagged slightly. “And then these…these coral-heads back home doesn’t make that any better, just see me as some bloodline saving creature! Did they ever ask what I want? N-nobody ever was close enough have me even want to-until-I-Maybe I just -UGH!” She smacked her head against the nearest object, which happened to be Gallus’ chest, causing him to wheeze.
“Ow. Um, Silver.” “OHMYGOSHIMSORRY.” She squealed, poking his feathers with a claw. “Are you ok?” “Just need to…breath.” Gallus chuckled, rustling Silverstream’s head feathers. “I love that you’re so spunky, and energetic, at least when you’re not knocking the wind out of me.” He added, prompting an adorable blush in return. “S-sorry.” She was quiet for a moment, then giving Gallus another hug and series of neck nuzzles. A bit of dampness shone in the hippogriff’s eyes as she gave him a tender kiss, then cuddling against his feathers.
“Just the fact you’re willing to fight for me, in any way…that means so much.” She whispered. “Even if it’s just against those who say nasty things; n-nobody has done that before, and I can’t say anything since it’s just my word against theirs. If my family or I said anything it would just make it seem true if I denied it a-and-” “Silverstream, shush.” Gallus muttered, reaching up to tap her beak with a claw. “I’m here to fight the battles that you aren’t able to- or just won’t because it would just make things worse. Let creatures say what they want; hey, let those nobles find some stupid law. I’ll be standing between them and you every time.” “G-gallus….”
Silverstream didn’t say much for a time, silent tears tracing down her cheeks as she relaxed in her special somegriff’s arms. “I love you Gallus.” “I love you too Silver.” The immediate replying whisper made Silverstream’s heart soar as she hugged him close. “Want to go get some Pish?” The hippogriff promptly dissolved into giggles as Gallus gave her a hug, the two then hopping to the edge of the park and launching themselves into a relaxing glide.
---- “Sir?” Gyld’s ears perked up as a royal guard in full armor walked into his administrative office, placing a single parchment on his desk. “Is this regarding the vault break ins?” He asked, the guard noddingly simply. “Just an update. We still haven’t discovered anything; but the Princesses want you on standby, unofficially. They’ve done the same for all of the guard actually.” The gryphon chuckled sadly, shaking his head. “First year in the royal guard? I mean no offence of course.” He asked, the pony tilting his head before nodding. “Almost five months Sir, just running messages for now.” “You’ll come to learn two things son; first is that when they say ‘we don’t know anything,’ and then put you on standby, that means they most certainly do know something.” “And the second thing Sir?” Glyd looked at the pony with the hint of a steely smile. “The second thing, is that when you are put on ‘standby,’ that just political language meaning ‘be ready for anything.’”
A knight shall love the nation in the which they were born. If a knight cannot accept and champion their birthplace, nation and creed, then how can they build more upon such a fractured foundation? (ACGK:A/IE) -----
“….she’s in a funk, huh?” Smolder asked, glancing over to Ocellus who nodded briefly. “Yeah. But I don’t really blame her, y’know?” She whispered, Silverstream letting out a groan from the couch. “I can hear you two.” Silverstream grumbled, prompting Smolder to sigh. “Well it’s true, isn’t it? You’ve just been, I dunno, off this morning. I mean you’re seeing Gallus later, doesn’t that usually make you bounce off the walls?”
Silverstream was quiet, oddly quiet, enough so that Ocellus and Smolder walked around to look at the hippogriff on the couch. “It’s just something stupid and sappy and-” “Silverstream, really? You’re going to pull that line with us?” Smolder grumbled, crossing her arms. “We’ve watched as you turn into a feathery puddle whenever thinking about Gallus. I think we’re past ‘stupid and sappy.’”
Ocellus actually giggled as a legendary pout slid onto Silverstream’s beak, the hippogriff not able to maintain it for long however. “Ok. Fair point. It’s just- I never thought how weird him being gone would be? Like, we still see each other once a week, but it’s just a shift. I guess only noticing it now that it’s getting close to the end of it all.” She mused, taking a drink from a water glass balanced on an end-table.
Her changeling friend nodded, sitting down on the couch. “I hear long-distance relationships can be really hard to maintain, unless you see them often. But you’re doing that! And you’re always happier when you come back!” “Probably because he’s a great kisser.” Silverstream promptly spat out her drink, glaring at Smolder as the dragoness doubled over in laughter. “I’m not sorry! Probably true and hey, now you’re not pouting, you’re thinking about Gallus’ kisses! Tada! Instant happy fix!” Smolder crowed as a blush began to rise on Silver’s cheeks. “I hate you.”
“Nah, you love me. This is what friends are for, riiiiiiight?” Smolder quipped, Ocellus’ laughter added to the mix as she gave Silverstream a pat on her back. “Was it another bad dream? I know you had those a while back.” Silverstream then shook her head with a huff, glaring at Smolder. “No, nothing like that. It’s more silly. I just like waking up in his arms…” She pointed a claw at the dragoness with a glare. “Don’t. Say. Anything!”
To Silverstream’s surprise, Smolder held up her own claws with a shrug. “Nah, nothing more from me, I’ve had my fun. You love him, I get it. Just because most dragon’s don’t know what romance is doesn’t mean it’s THAT alien of a concept.” She added, walking over to sit on the couch. “You’re going to that Ball though, and then there’s the smaller Hearth’s Warming one here. He’ll be back before you know it.” The dragoness then grinned. “I mean hey, you’ve got a literal knight in shining armor. What’s a bit of waiting for that?”
Smolder’s ribs were promptly given a stress test by Silverstream’s hug, the hippogriff letting out a slights squeak of joy. “That puts it perfectly Smolder! What’s a bit of waiting when the payoff is so great!” “And I’ll bet his kisses are a bonus!” Two voices then echoed in shock, the dragon and hippogriff turning to a grinning changeling. “OCELLUS!”
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http://www.infinitelooper.com/?v=Tazx_vCZCv4&p=n#/24;233 Their own training exercises halting, more than a few ponies had taken a break to watch the spectacle taking place in the more distant training rings of the gym. As a series of practice crystals hummed at full power, two arcane entities circled a gryphon between them. Despite graduating the previous night near the top of his class, the blue and cream colored gryphon was still at the school. And he was still under apparent tutelage of one of the headmasters, if word on the school grapevine was correct.
New recruits watched in wonder as the older gryphon circled and observed his younger charge, the arcane enemies still not striking. “These next weeks will build on your past training Squire Gallus! You know how to subdue foes while showing restraint, even while being continually taught more lethal methods. Having graduated with honors, it is now time to complete your full combat training!” Master Sergeant Gyld Ironfeather barked, tapping the crystals with a claw. The two faceless arcane ponies spun their staffs in unison, Gallus holding his own weapon at the ready.
“No more holds barred! No more restraint! While a knight is to know how to fight within bounds, as you have done, they must also know when to fight with every fiber of his being! Your first task is this; you are all that stands between these two enemies and your charge! Should you fail, they will kill you and likely her. Your training staff will not survive beyond a few blows- and yet your duty remains. BEGIN!”
The ponies watching from behind the arcane entities took a step back, the recruits not used to seeing such a predatory view from any creature as Gallus spun the training staff. Borderline rage seemed to edge into his movements, yet the Squire maintained control as he waited for the first strike.
Feigning a blow, Gallus’ staff met one of the opponents with a loud ‘PING’, the modified weapon splintering in his claws. Blocking a strike from the other arcane enemy, the staff promptly splintered into two. A few ponies audibly gasped as the gryphon launched himself at one of the arcane ponies with an eagle-like screech, tackling the training apparition to the ground. A rear paw firmly planted on the pony’s throat, Gallus drove a broken piece of the staff into the other’s chest, his training opponent leaning in for a strike at Gallus' side.
As one arcane enemy vanished, Gallus spun and lashed out with a set of claws to dispatch the prone enemy underneath him. Before he had even finished the strike, two more opponents appeared; one with a crude set of brass horseshoes- And the other with a cutlass.
Gyld tossed a training sword into the arena, the weapon skidding near Gallus’ claws as the Master Sergeant circled and observed the fight. The older gryphon didn’t miss the excited glint in the Squire’s eyes as he snatched up the weapon. A punch thrown by a brass-gilded hoof was easily dodged, the limb promptly cut off as a slice to the torso followed suit.
Standing on his hind legs, Gallus held the sword at the ready, shoving the opponent’s weapon aside with a blow before angling the weapon back for another strike. The sword darting in for a series of brutal short cuts, the arcane entity flickered and fragmented into a million blue stars as its neck and chest were fillet open. A final arcane foe appeared, cutlass swinging wildly at the gryphon. Ducking the blow, Gallus delivered a brutal punch to the pony’s chin, his other clawed hand sending the sword hilt-deep into his foe’s chest. Exploding into shards of arcane energy, the pony vanished as the gryphon sprang back upright as he scanned for more attackers. “All enemies dispatched. You are now free to escape.” Gyld remarked, tapping the crystals and causing the opponents to vanish as ponies hit their hooves together in applause.
The Master Sergeant’s eyes narrowed as Gallus didn’t seem to hear it at first; the young gryphon looking at the sword held tightly amid claws as his sides heaved. A few deep breaths later, and Gallus nodded slowly, setting the sword down at the side of the area. You channel that intense inner emotion and yet maintain control. Admirable, Gallus. -song cut-
“Walk with me Gallus; we’re done for this morning, especially since you have a ball to get ready for tonight.” Gyld remarked, Gallus happily walking at his side. “I see you still favor the sword, and rightly so.” A grin slid onto Gallus’ beak as he nodded, the two meandering outside the training facility for a few minutes on one of the many cobblestone paths. “Yeah, I really just like how it feels. Not sure how I’d ever get a real one, or if I’d ever need one, but it’s certainly my favorite weapon.” Gyld nodded slightly, brow furrowing as he thought the best way to phrase his next words. “I am concerned that at times you get too wrapped up in the emotions of a fight however. It is an admirable way to channel inner strength, but if you are not careful it can consume you.”
Not immediately replying, Gallus finally stopped and looked up to his mentor with a honest yet determined gaze. “I can’t do it any other way. I have to learn to control it all since ignoring it is impossible, otherwise I’ll go crazy. It’s why I enrolled here; it was all eating me up from the inside. At least this is an outlet.” He said, clearly talking both to Gyld and himself. “I…understand though, Master Sergeant. I will be careful- I’ve certainly read about examples where fights and wars were lost due to not keeping a level head.” A set of talons gave Gallus’ shoulder a squeeze, Gyld smiling ever so slightly.
“As long as you maintain that awareness, you will be fine. Some can fight without emotion, others cannot. If you can maintain your focus and not let emotion cloud your judgement, but empower your strikes and abilities- that is the key. Thus far that is what you appear to be doing, and I find it rather admirable.” Gallus blushed in slight embarrassment, scratching a few head feathers with a claw. “That makes sense; using emotion for power as opposed to letting it cloud judgement. It’s a fine line though…I can see how that would get mixed up at times. I can’t really help it in these scenario’s though.”
And even wider grin split Gyld’s face as he nodded to Gallus’ words. “I would be surprised if you did. I assume you are imagining the scenario and internalizing it; thus this is a good test of how you would react. The fact you don’t fly into a blind rage or recklessly attack is one of many good signs. You stay on the defensive and maintain awareness. In short, Gallus, I am impressed.”
Now a full blush did reach the Squire’s cheeks, Gyld chuckling at the sight. “And I do believe somegriff else will be impressed tonight. Get going; the armor should be ready at Iron’s shop.” With a wave, Gallus aimed towards the showers as his mentor continuing to laugh softly. “Quite a special gryphon you are Gallus. I hope this night treats you well.” ----
“Alright, hold still.” Iron Shield grumbled, tightening various straps across Gallus’ torso. Covering most of Gallus’ chest, the breastplate was polished to a sheen as the blacksmith fiddled with the fitting components. “The side barding and plates are ready for use, but for a ceremonial event just the breastplate is customary for any warrior- as Gyld most likely told you.” The pony remarked, Gallus nodding simply. “I can’t thank you enough Iron. It feels fantastic- I read this metal isn’t as heavy as iron or steel, it feels so light!” “Aye. It’s an alloy, a very rare one indeed with a few layers. It’s about one third the weight of steel, maybe less. And…there we go! Take a look!”
Gallus turned to look in a slightly-grimy mirror, and his heart rose to the gryphon’s throat. Gone was the homeless orphan, skin and bones and scraping together any meal. In his place, a young warrior stood, looking confident yet nervous for the night’s events with a lovely lady. “I look…whoa…” “You look good kid, and fits perfectly.” The blacksmith remarked, grinning as Gallus shook his hoof in thanks. “I can’t thank you enough Iron. This is fantastic!” The gryphon’s wings flared slightly, the pony gesturing to the door with a laugh. “You are most welcome, but get going! It’s an afternoon and evening even, so get to that castle!” -----
His formal invitations to the ball (courtesy of a request to a certain Headmare,) safe in the satchel around his neck, Gallus sat up straight on the train as it whisked him towards the castle. Apparently held in the grounds just outside the monolithic structure, the Ball was supposed to be an in-between event, after the Running of the Leaves and just before Hearth’s warming. Despite a chill beginning to enter the air, it was still warm enough to not feel unpleasant in the later hours.
The train not being nearly as empty as before, the gryphon garnered quite a few odd glances, many of which were of surprise and slight confusion. As one family had passed by though, a young colt had grinned and pointed to Gallus while whispering something to his mother. The genuine smiles on all of their features has been enough to warm Gallus’ heart; even if he didn’t know what was said. To be seen as someone is a feeling I don’t think I’ll ever get used to, Silverstream’s affection included.
“Excuse me Sir.” A curious dark-mauve pony asked, looking at Gallus with an interested gaze. “May I ask what the armor is for? I’ve never see a gryphon wearing such.” Huh. I guess someone was bound to ask eventually. “In short, I’m attending a formal Ball, and being a Squire now have the privilege to wear this armor.” Gallus explained, having gone over the answer to such a question more than a few times in his mind.
“A Squire?” The stallion tilted his head, eyes then widening in understanding. Gallus only then noticed the large book that served as the pony’s cutie-mark. “As in, a Knight? That type of Squire? There haven’t been any of those in Equestria in centuries!” Gallus stood up a bit straighter, smiling slightly as he nodded.
“I am a Squire of the Gryphon Empire, a knight in training. There haven’t been any for centuries in either nation, true…” A warmth in the gryphon’s chest then blossomed that surprised even him. “I guess I’m the first in this age. I hope there will be many more though. I won’t be a Knight until after I have completed more studies, but that’s the path I am choosing to take.” Gallus added, the pony grinning widely and actually prancing in place. “That’s so exciting!!! OH! This is my stop- good to meet you Squire!” Gallus couldn’t stop grinning all the way to the final train stop. ----
The Ball was starting to receive early guests when Gallus finally made his way from the train station to the actual castle, having stopped for some food on the way. The massive courtyard of the castle was decorated neatly yet with a flare of excitement; decoration colors celebrating the previous holiday and that to come adorning pillars and tablecloths alike. The half-circle area was easily large enough to hold a few hundred ponies, a live orchestra setting up in one section, and refreshments in another. After taking a few moments to smooth down his freshly-groomed feathers, Gallus meandered behind some trees and decorative bushes which lined the edge of the entire courtyard. No doubt the actual dance would be held inside the main castle hall, where Gallus could see guards posted around the sides as arriving nobles were being greeted by Princess Celestia and Twilight.
“Hey Discord?” Gallus asked, grinning as the chaotic being popped into existence. “Hello fellow adventur-WHOA! You got an upgrade!” Discord exclaimed, poking the breastplate with a claw. “Fascinating. That is quite old magic and metalwork…you are full of surprises!” He added, then gawking after reading a parchment produced by Gallus.
“You’re giving me your ring of lockpicking? With a full magical charge? You already gave me the other item a month ago!” The Draconequus squeaked, Gallus chuckling with a nod. “Well it’s what friends do. I’ll still give you that shawl; but you’ve held to our agreement fully, and that has meant so much more than just a single item. Soooooo one ring of lockpicking to show my thanks.” Gallus explained, letting out a wheeze as Discord yanked him into a bone-crushing hug. “Oh aren’t you just my favorite gryphon then! I swear you’re spoiling me!” He crowed, then letting Gallus down with a wide grin. “These parties aren’t my thing, not yet at least, so I bid you good day. One pink hippogriff arriving shortly!”
Gallus was all smiles as a wave of pink ocean foam frothed across the ground in front of him, Silverstream popping into existence with a smile. “Hey Gallus! How are-whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” Her words quickly faded, beak wide in astonishment as Gallus grinned, turning slightly to show off the armor. “Hello to you too Silver.” He chuckled, the gryphon’s own mind sputtering to a halt as he took in the gorgeous hippogriff’s attire.
A familiar silver tiara sat upon Silver’s forehead, a silky half-shawl that spilled past her shoulders and mid-waist flowing in the slight breeze. Teal and light pink in color, silver highlights perfectly blended it with her natural color and the royal apparel on her forehead. “Good heaven’s you’re beautiful….” Gallus whispered, prompting a furious blush on Silver’s cheeks.
“I-I-you…whoa.” Silver stammered, Gallus reaching forward to give her a brief hug and kiss on a cheek. “Same to you, but careful, you’re drooling.” Not saying anything to contradict his words, Silver just continued to blush, pulling back to look Gallus over again. “You look fantastic, like WOW! That armor-you look soooooooo gooooooooooood.” She gushed, apparently unable to do much other than stare for a good long minute. “And I also got my feathers combed, and I’m preaaaatty sure these workouts are doing me good.” Gallus mused, turning slightly with a flare of his wings. I wonder if this will make her-
Considering the blush that was now creeping down Silver’s neck from her face, Gallus’ slight showing off had been a massive success. The hippogriff was definitely drooling as she stared. “Y-you look really really good. So handsome and ohmygoooosh.” She squeaked, finally snapping out of her adoring stupor. Even though Silverstream’s top half was a new color, Gallus felt a blush making his own cheeks burn. “I u-um don’t think I’ll ever get used to being looked at like that. In a good way. A very good way.” He muttered, prompting a soft squeak from Silverstream, followed by a whisper he barely caught. “Well you’d better get used to it you totally hugglableandlovableandOHMYGOSHUGH!”
Gallus couldn’t help but give her another hug, chuckling all the while. “Hugglable-loveable-ugh?” “NOTHING!” She squeaked, burying her head into his shoulder with a sigh. “Well, while we wait for your color to return to natural, want some food? Not sure if you ate. I brought Pish.” Gallus laughed, taking out the wrapped up fish-pastry he had snagged on the way. “Oh my gosh you are amazing.” Silverstream muttered, eagerly digging into the dish.
“And you can’t make fun of me that much! Your face is purple too!” The hippogriff grumbled, rapidly downing the spicy Pish dish. “We need to learn how to make these. Date idea?” Gallus mused, a rather vigorous fishy kiss quickly distracting him. “I-erm, take that as a y-yess.” He stammered, Silverstream grinning as she finished the meal. “Uh huh. W-well, now we can finally go in?” She asked, looking over her gryphon one more time with a blush.
“S-seriously Gallus, you look amazing. I thought the paper armor in that old picture looked awesome, but this is like, ten times that.” She whispered as the two walked across the courtyard. More than a few ponies stared; likely because the God of Chaos had been conversing with them. Eh. So I’m friends with Discord. I see that as a positive thing by far.
“Really? So armor is a definite yes?” Gallus asked, adding a bit of a strut to his stride ever so briefly. “Mhmmmmmmohyesdefinitellyayyesssssss.” Silverstream mumbled, borderline drooling once again before Gallus shoved her shoulder with his. “I don’t think I’ve ever had someone look at me like that before, and I am not complaining.” He chuckled. Still not sure what to think of it, but I like it….
A still dark pink Silverstream and noticeably purple Gallus both bowed their heads in greeting to the two Princesses, the gryphon not able to resist a grin to Twilight. “Don’t worry Professor, I sent my homework in yesterday.” To his amusement, Twilight had to stifle a slight laugh, nodding as she waved them in. “Yes, I know. I’ve had quite fun correcting it. Enjoy tonight you two!”
Celestia looked the gryphon over, a wry glint in her eye that matched the approving smile. “Squire Gallus, Lady Silverstream, a pleasure to see you here.” She remarked, the two of them nodding. “Y-you too Princess Celestia! I mean I expected to see you here it’s your castle and all that I mean-EEP!” Silverstream let out a squeak as Gallus poked her side to interrupt her rambling. “We’re both happy to be here Princess Celestia, and to see you too. Can you pass on my greetings to Lu-erm, Princess Luna when she’s free?” Gallus asked, the Alicorn smiling with a nod. “Of course. Ah, looks like more nobles arriving- Enjoy tonight you two!” She called, the pair walking inside the massive hall. “Whoaaaaa…” The gryphon muttered, looking around with wide eyes.
One of the massive entrance halls had been converted to a ballroom; titanic marble pillars rising up on either side to support the second story which housed mostly relaxing seats and tables. A smaller refreshment table was located near the back left, near a grand stairway, while a stage for the live orchestra sat unused in the back right, no doubt to be utilized as the events moved indoors after the welcoming and mingling outside (as nobles apparently did? Gallus still wasn’t sure about that…) Eh. I have only onegriff I want to mingle with.
“Sooooo. Wait for the main welcome, meander outside for a bit, and then inside? Dance the night away? All the above?” Gallus asked, Silverstream being rather quiet but perking up at his words. “I’d love that.” She whispered, sitting on the edge of the hallway as nobles walked hither and thither. “Thank you for this, Gallus. Really.” She added, giving him a brief but very heated kiss, eyes shining with genuine tenderness as the gryphon gave her claws a squeeze.
“Anytime Silver…hmm. Do you think I’ll have to explain myself to nobles?” Gallus mused, Silverstream letting out a giggle as she nodded. “Oh, most definitely. And I’m totally looking forward to it.” “Huh? Why?” Gallus asked as a rather well-dressed cream unicorn and slender pink mare approached them. “Because one of the many things I love about you, is that you are not what anyone expects.” She whispered.
“Hello there! You must be the Gallus who we have heard so much about.” The unicorn remarked, his twirling moustache matching rather well with the monocle on his right eye. Shaking the outstretched hoof, Gallus nodded briefly. “That’s me, may I ask your name sir?” A genuine laugh left the unicorn’s lips, the stallion lightly hitting his forehead with a hoof. “Of course! Where are my manners. I’m Fancy Pants, and this is Fleur De Lis. We’ve heard of your interesting training, and simply wanted to say hello!”
The pair shook the noble’s hooves, Silverstream blushing slightly as Fleur nodded with a wink and a grin as Gallus explained the whole ‘Squire-to-Knight’ journey to Fancy. “Well it looks like the entire affair is about to start! Good to meet you Gallus, and quite an interesting journey you’re going on!” Fancy remarked, offering a hoof to Fleur as the pair walked back to the center of the ballroom. Princess Celestia and Twilight had taken their place on the massive grand stairway, the structure serving as an impromptu stage.
“Welcome all, to the Mid-Fall Ball!” Celestia called, the two hundred or so nobles in attendance turning to listen. “The program is simple; occasional slow dances, with a bit of newer pieces that have been highly recommended. While there will be a formal dance at designated intervals, most songs are suited for such. As the night gets colder, the entertainment will move back into this hall. I hope every-creature has a fantastic evening!” Gallus felt his feathers fluff slightly as the nobles began to chatter once again, Celestia’s gaze resting on the gryphon as she winked. Well, so far the only non-pony. Well, and a certain hippogriff.
Meandering outside with the throng of ponies, Gallus and Silverstream sat to the side as the first song began to play. A softer classical piece, the melody drifted across the vast outdoor expanse. It wasn’t a suitable song to dance to, but provide a lovely background spirit to the Ball. “Hey Silver?” Gallus whispered, Silverstream apparently having zoned out slightly as she leaned against his shoulder. “Hmm?” “See that pony’s hat?” He asked, Silverstream following the gryphon’s gaze and nodding. “Yeah?” “It totally looks like a fish is trying to eat him.” The hippogriff’s sides shook with laughter, Silverstream struggling to not burst out with a loud giggle. To be fair, her suppressed giggles were fairly adorable. - Silverstream finally couldn’t take it anymore and let out a soft ‘Snrk’ behind her claws, then glaring at Gallus with a wide smile. “Oh my gosh Gallus, you’re totally right…and hey, does the one next to him look like a moldy fruit?” The gryphon tried to suppress a laugh; the sound coming out like a choked sneeze. “Wow. It does, it really really does.”
As the two pointed out amusing hats in hushed whispers, Silverstream couldn’t help but glance over to Gallus as warmth blossomed in her chest. Just having fun, being herself with him always just felt right, even if it was making fun of hats. Ok especially if we’re making fun of hats. I’m surprised he’s the one who said it first. “Silver?” She blushed as Gallus was looking expectantly at her, the hippogriff apparently having not glanced away for a good minute or so. “Erm- Just…ugh.” Silverstream relented and gave Gallus a peck on the cheek. “I’m just happy to be here with you.” She whispered, a happy hum being Gallus’ reply. As another song was kicked off by the orchestra, Silver’s ears perked up. “Ooooh! This is a classic! Literally! Nice swaying dance and-EEEP!” The hippogriff was yanked into a spin, ending up in Gallus’ arms with a surprised giggle. “Hi there.” He grinned, his words and rather sly grin not helping Silverstream’s blush in the slightest. “H-hi to you too.” She managed to stammer, any residual nerves the hippogriff had vanishing as Gallus led her through an (almost) flawless dance. Ok. Pointing out another funny hat to make me forget a step was SO not fair! Silver could see that as the dance ended quite a few curious eyes were on the armored gryphon, Gallus clearly a tad uncomfortable with the attention. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, Silverstream bowed as the song wound down, Gallus doing the same as the pair meandered back to the outskirts of the dance area. “I kinda expected a few odd looks, but-ah well.” He muttered, Silverstream happily leaning against him. “Eh. Don’t mind them. You look quite handsome.” She whispered, prompting a rather fluffy (and sheepish) grin. - “I’m surprised they’re not focused on you, considering how gorgeous you look.” Gallus couldn’t help but grin as Silver’s own feathers fluffed, the hippogriff letting out a good-natured sigh. “Ugh, you flatterer. But it works.” “That implies it isn’t true.” Silverstream pushed her face into Gallus’ shoulder with an muffled ‘Stffffff.’ “I assume that means stop? How can I when every part of you makes me happy?” Gallus continued.
A very familiar dark pink blush crept onto Silver’s face as she glared at him, Gallus’ own face reddening. “Ok. Even I’m-Erm, I meant-” He stared at his claws with a sigh. “Can we just forget I said that and file it under ‘things Gallus didn’t think about before saying?’ To the gryphon’s partial horror, Silverstream shook her blushing face. “Nuh uh. Not forgetting that one. Maybe for the ball though, otherwise I’ll-ooooh. There’s Princess Luna!” She remarked, Gallus looking up and nodding. “Huh. So it is. At least she and the other princesses look like they’re having fun talking! Maybe they’ll dance?” Silver mused.
Gallus shrugged, nudging Silverstream’s shoulder as they went to look over the refreshment table. “Hey. They’ve got fancy pish, but with fruit.” “That’s…a normal pastry Gallus.” A glare was Silverstream’s reward; as well as said dish was shoved into her beak. “It’s. Fruit. Pish.” He grumbled, Silverstream still all smiles as they swayed to the music, watching as other noble couples danced. “Hmm. Dance for a few more and then see what you want to do?” Gallus asked, Silverstream nodding eagerly as they moved to the edge of the dance floor.
The dances blurred together in a series of smiles, giggles, and smooth twirls. Not entirely sure of how much time had passed, Gallus was panting as he sat down off the dance floor, Silverstream following suite. Between dances Gallus was hard pressed to explain the armor to a few more nobles, most of whom thought it a respectable position (thankfully.) At least the songs were an excuse to cut the conversation short.
“Ok. I love dancing, but wow it’s a workout. Different than combat training.” He mused, Silverstream nodding with a smile that shone from her eyes as well as her beak. “Totally. But thank you- I love it, tired or not. But maybe a short break.” She admitted, Gallus reaching over to squeeze her claw briefly.
“I’m glad you’re here Silver.” Gallus whispered, the hippogriff smiling and leaning on his shoulder. “I’m glad to be here Gallus. Wouldn’t want to be with anyone else, here or otherwise.” She murmured, the gryphon grinning. “Someone wanting a nap?” “Your shoulder is sooooo niiiiice…” “Well, feel free to keep resting for a bit, but it looks like we’re heading inside.” Gallus replied, Silverstream nuzzling his feathers with a sigh. “I guess we should go toooooo.”
Walking in with Silverstream’s side occasional brushing his, Gallus glanced around at the massive hall-converted ballroom. Most of the nobles were filing in to the sides as the orchestra started up again, the three princesses still chatting away on the grand Stairway. “Uh, Silver? Are those ten-foot tall folding speakers?” Gallus asked as a familiar white unicorn with large shades began manipulating the large devices. “Oooooh! Maybe a faster dance?” Silver suggested, Gallus nodding as the two simply rested against each other for the current song. “I suppose it could be. I mean they did say there’d be more modern music…but a DJ at a ball?”
“The next piece is certainly not an ordinary Ball musical selection, but is currently sweeping through every nightclub and impromptu dance party from Manehatten to Saddle Arabia.” Princess Celestia announced, with a very slight smirk visible on her muzzle. Gallus couldn’t help but watch on in amusement, Silverstream apparently as curious as he was. What could she be planning…
“Hey there Squire Gallus.” A familiar deep voice rumbled, Gallus turning to nod in greeting to Gyld. “Master Sergeant Gyld.” He stated, then gesturing to Silverstream with a smile.“Lady Silverstream, this is Master Sergeant Gyld Ironfeather- my mentor.” The hippogriff bowed her head with a smile, tail swishing happily. “Good to meet you! I’ve heard a bit about you from Gallus- sounds like you’re quite a good teacher!”
Gallus chuckled, nodding briefly. “That’s an understatement; he’s fantastic.” “Careful now, don’t be inflating his ego any more than it already is.” A soft voice chirped, the origin being a tan gryphoness with darker brown stripes down her neck and flanks. Gyld chuckled, reaching over with a wing to hug her closer; “Squire Gallus, Lady Silverstream, this is Mally Ironfeather; my wife.” The two bowed in greeting as Silverstream clearly restrained an adoring squeak. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you two; it’s nice to finally meet you in person.” Mally added, Gallus nodding briefly. “The same- well, in passing of how you make a fantastic cake…” The gryphoness reached over to casually poke her husband in the side with a grin. “Apparently so, because a slice is missing before I’ve even frosted the blasted thing.”
Suddenly Gyld seemed very interested in everywhere but his grinning wife as he waved a wing to the two. “Well, I thought I’d come over and say hello; and hope you enjoy the evening.” He remarked, then smiling as he bowed his head to them again as Mally followed suite. As the two faded into the crowd, Silverstream smiled and leaned against Gallus’ shoulder. “I like them.” She stated, Gallus nodding in agreement. “Gyld is awesome; and Mally seems nice too!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpqV3dzYOgk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XZytCQcvVVA As the orchestra wound down, a steady beat and lyrical voice began to emit from the now-assembled speakers. The nobles cleared the main dance floor, the majority clearly unsure of whether to dance or simply listen. Silverstream had no such doubts, a wide grin splitting her beak. “OH! Skystar told me about this song. I’ve only heard it a few times, but it’s super catchy! I think we….hmmm.” She continued to listen then turned to Gallus excitedly. “Wanna dance? I think that school one we practiced would work!” She asked, Gallus looking around at the very-empty dance floor.
“I-I-erm, nobody else is? And the school one? The half line dance and swing one?” Gallus asked, shifting from claw to claw. I mean, Rarity said basically everypony learned it when they were foals for parties… “Uh huh! That one! Why not? I mean not our fault these ponies don’t know how to dance!” Silver added, Gallus now swallowing nervously. He already knew what he’d do of course; it was just convincing himself when to do it. Well am I a Squire or not? Afraid of a dance?
His eyes narrowed, and Gallus let a nervous grin slide onto his features, holding out a set of claws to Silver. “Lead on Lady Silverstream.” Gallus grinned, Silverstream letting out an excited giggle as she yanked him onto the dance floor. The first few steps were awkward, the pair stepping in time as they tried to settle into a beat- And then it all began to flow.
The judging eyes around the pair vanished, and all Gallus could see was an overjoyed Silverstream as they danced. The line moves were simple, steps, twirls and the occasional spin with a partner, and at any point the couple could shift to a swing, or even a different semi fast dance. Before that moment even came, Gallus saw some familiar feathers to his left, a large and imposing gryphon dancing with his amused wife. Gyld!? Mally!? Now a few more nobles joined the line dance, others quickly filling into the now three-line deep dance formation, hooves stomping to the beat as embarrassed looks were replaced with wide, joyous grins. On one energetic twirl, Gallus couldn’t help but laugh as three Alicorns apparently had joined into the rear-most dance line with smiles that lit up the room. The last few moments of the song had most individuals snag their partner into a few simple swaying moves, ending with a final spin and smiles all around. Silverstream was beaming as Gallus yanked her close to plant a kiss on her beak. The gesture was quickly and eagerly reciprocated, Silverstream blushing as her claws rested on Gallus’ chest. -song(s) end-
“That. Was. AWESOME!” Silver crowed, few paying attention as the uplifting Ball now resumed with most individuals lining the edge of the dance floor. Smiles were present on even the most up-tight of nobles, only the most boring and cynical individuals sniffing at the merriment. Eh. Let them keep their boredom. That was awesome! “I totally agree Silver.” Gallus remarked, then casually pulling her behind a pillar to plant a very heated kiss on her beak. “Thanks for pushing me to do that.” “Hehhhhh. Sure thing.” Silverstream mumbled, Gallus’ kiss apparently causing the poor hippogriff’s brain to overheat.
Making their way to the mingling area to the side of the hall and take a breather, Silverstream swayed against his side as a peaceful classical piece started up again. Can’t say I’m a fan of so many ponies…but this is nice. Gyld and Mally, even the Princesses joined in on that dance. Having creatures here that I know helps, and Silverstream makes it all easy to ignore, just her and-
A strange prickle ran up Gallus’ spine, and the gryphon casually glanced around. What is…. His gaze settled on a seemingly bland earth pony, his dark purple coat not standing out among the crowd. Nothing about him really did stand out as he moved against one of the walls to observe the majority of ponies- And then Gallus saw an odd miniscule device in the pony’s hoof, arcane magic spinning a cube around with purple flames flaring this way and that. “Silver, I need to check something, I’ll be right back, ok?” “Hmm? Mkay.” Silverstream remarked, watching as Gallus slid through the crowd. His eyes widened as the odd magenta cube began to reform in the shape of a triangle- and point directly at Gallus, or more specifically, Silverstream.
The pony looked up and clearly saw Gallus’ narrowed eyes, appearing genuinely surprised his efforts had been noticed. A predator doesn’t ever want to be seen. Waving an arm above the crowd, Gallus saw Princess Celestia look his way, and then to the pony he gestured to. As the suspicious stallion backed up to hide behind a pillar, Gallus snapped off the restraining gem on his armor as he got closer.
A soft ‘POP’ cut the air for but a moment; mostly hidden behind the music, but enough so that Gallus could pick up on it. For a moment, the shadow of the slightly-concealed pony warped and twisted, a very different and taller outline shining on the wall as red eyes glared malevolently back at the disruptive gryphon, two horns framing the individuals oval head. As Gallus rounded the pillar, nothing remained of the stallion but purple smoke and a feeling of unease.
“Gallus. What did you see?” Gyld rumbled, the older gryphon at his side in but a moment. A small fold-out crossbow was clutched in the warrior’s talons, and Gallus’ brow furrowed. “Think, Gallus. Before it fades. What did you see, what did you hear? Describe it to me.” Gallus nodded, playing back exactly what sights he had taken in and describing it as best as he could. When he got to the description of the shadow on the wall, Gyld sighed, nodding slowly. “And you are sure?” A nod was the young gryphon’s reply, and the mentor lay a set of claws onto Gallus’ shoulder.
“Probably was just a thief trying to detect the most valuable items; some artifacts can do that, and then set up a target for later.” He explained calmly. “Go back to Silverstream and enjoy your evening, you did exactly what you’re supposed to do. I wouldn’t tell anyone about this though, not until we know more.”
“Gallus?” The gryphon’s head swiveled as Silverstream padded up beside him, brow furrowed in worry. “Everything alright?” Looking to Gyld briefly, Gallus then nodded to Silverstream as he nudged her shoulder. “Yeah, just…knight stuff, can’t really talk about it yet.” He remarked, Silver simply shrugging as she nodded. “Oh, ok!” The pair meandered back to enjoy each other’s company on the edge of the dance floor as the music continued to play. “Soooo a few more dances?” Silver asked, her voice easily quelling Gallus’ unsettled thoughts. “Of course. And then a few cuddles outside?” Gallus added with a loving kiss on Silver’s cheek. “Yay!” --
“Gyld?” Mally asked, nudging her husband’s shoulder with her own, the warrior stowing the crossbow into a small pouch under his chest. “Just…enjoy the Ball, dear. Please. I’ll tell you later, alright? I need to let Celestia know a few things.” Gyld replied, giving his very unconvinced wife a nuzzle as they made their way towards the Princesses. --
In a small room shut off from the main dance hall, Celestia and Luna looked at the gryphon in front of them, their own expressions rather grave. “You are sure that is what Gallus said?” Luna asked, Gyld nodding once. “Yes. And it matches up with the brief view I got, as well as the note of a magical disturbance in the area at that time.” He added, Celestia sighing with a shake of her head. “And so our defenses are being probed it would seem.” She whispered, prompting Gyld to raise a claw in disagreement. “I don’t believe so. If what Gallus said is true, and we have no reason to doubt him, the pony had a device that was focused on something. This was more of a scouting manner I think.”
“He will understand the necessity of a white lie, Gyld.” Luna interjected, seeing the warrior sigh. “I know. This is far above what he needs to deal with, but I still don’t like not telling him.” The gryphon admitted. Celestia stayed silent for a moment, then nodded once to Gyld. “Thank you Master Sergeant for your help. We’ll keep in touch.”
As the doors closed, Luna glanced over to her sister as the Sun Princess shook her head. “I thought we had more time, Luna. I really did.” As a viewing portal was summoned by Luna, the dark blue Alicorn shrugged her shoulders. “It will not be long. Rumors are spreading, fear eating away at the fringes of dreams on our borders. Soon enough everypony will know; everycreature will know. But until then, we must do our best, as you are doing, dear sister.”
“Auntie! What a pleasant surprise! What can I….Celestia?” Cadence’s pleasant tone quickly shifted to that of suspicion. “Ok Auntie, what is going on? I haven’t seen that look from you in years.” Celestia drew herself up, a determined smile stamping itself on her features. “Things are progressing faster than we thought. I think you should ask Queen Novo if that military arms modernization meeting can be bumped up in schedule.” Seeing Cadence’s eyes narrow, Celestia simply nodded. “As in, within a few months.” The alabaster Alicorn added, causing the other ruler to sit up a bit straighter. “I understand Princess Celestia. Let’s talk later tonight; we had a bit of an incident here a few hours ago as a matter of fact.” A slight grin slid onto Celestia’s features as she looked to Cadence. “Oh? How interesting….”
Chapter Ten: As Streams of Silver Wander, Hearts of Gold Soar
“Roses?” “Ugh. No.” “Roses made out of ruby’s and other gems?” “NO-actually, ok that’d be pretty awesome.” “AH HAH! Wait. What were we trying to find out again?” Silverstream muttered, prompting Smolder to smack a set of claws to her face. “I said dragons don’t have many romantic gestures, and I didn’t think there’d be one I’d like. You took issue with this.” She grumbled, prompting the hippogriff to giggle. “Oh! Right! Well, we solved that! Soooooo I should totally tell Spike that roses made of gems are a yes?”
The fact Smolder’s face went bright purple as the dragoness refused to speak was enough of an answer for Silverstream who promptly cackled with glee. “Bull’s eye! I won’t say toooooo much. But seriously, has he not asked you to the Hearth’s Warming dance?” “What if he did and I already said yes?” “What was that?” “NOTHING!” “He tooootally did didn’t he? And I hope you said-” “I SAID YES OK? OF COURSE I SAID YES! CAN WE CHANGE THE SUBJECT?” Smolder yelled, holding her head in her claws before then pointing to a very quiet but grinning changeling reading a book on the couch. “AND OCELLUS DON’T SAY ANYTHING! READING FEELINGS IS CHEATING!” The dragoness growled, the changeling putting on her best innocent face as the book became even more fascinating.
Silverstream smiled, simply letting out a sigh as she flopped into the oversized armchair. “We all love you Smolder. We won’t saaaaaay anything. Not like I can really tease about stuff like that anyhow.” “No kidding. Sorry to hear Gallus can’t come to the dance, but he’s got that big test thing a few weeks after that, right? That sounds pretty cool.” Silverstream nodded, the smile on her beak lessening but then returning. “Yeah, but honestly that ball a week ago totally made up for it. I’ll just be happy to have him back here more often. And you’re right about the test thing, I kind of hope I can go. Some sort of written portion and then an actual series of fights. Should be neat!” She mused, the door suddenly flying open.
“YONA GOT ‘A’ ON TEST!” The yak proclaimed as Silverstream hopped over for a tight hug. “Congratulations!” She squealed, Yona all smiles as Smolder and Ocellus waved with similar grins. “Awesome! I know you were studying for that make up test for hours.” Smolder added, Ocellus simply beaming. “Yona just happy friends helped study! We go celebrate now? Excuse for tasty sweet things?” The yak asked, the dragon and changeling promptly hopping up. “Uh, duh!” Smolder smirked, Ocellus nodding as the four made their way down the halls to Sugarcube Corner. ----- “Yona, the quadruple chocolate cheesecake malt put one pony into a joy-induced sugar coma for a week!” Ocellus warned, the yak glaring at the changeling over the rim of a large cup. “YAK CAN HANDLE SUGER GOODNESS COMA!” Yona growled, Smolder chuckling as Silverstream winced. “I mean, we can’t really stop her-” The hippogriff mused. With a final glare at the still-laughing dragoness, Yona took a massive slurp from the milkshake straw- And froze.
“Uh, Yona?” Smolder asked, waving a set of claws in front of the yak’s now very-dilated eyes. “She’s still drinking it!” Ocellus gasped, looking at the steadily decreasing milkshake. “Not anymore. I think she paused.” Silverstream whispered, poking the side of the yak with a claw. “Uh, Yona?” Said yak continued to stare straight ahead as she moved the milkshake to the side, a wide grin on her features. “YONA CAN EASILY-” She promptly faceplanted onto the table with an audible ‘THUD’.
“Milkshake One, Yona, Zero.” Smolder quipped, now hearing Yona begin to snore. “I mean, I think she’ll be alright? She only drank a third of it, so maybe just a nap?” Ocellus remarked, Silverstream nodding in agreement. “Well, at least we’re having fun? I guess a sugar-coma counts as that!” The hippogriff added, the other two still-conscious creatures leaning back into the plush booth seats. “So Silverstream, any-”
Smolder’s question was promptly interrupted by a scroll appearing in front of the hippogriff, the dragon grinning widely. “Awesome! Another one to burn? I have to say it’s pretty fun!” Silverstream shook her head with a giggle, fishing the scroll out of the air. “I don’t think so. After my Auntie chewed out the Nobles, one annoying scroll a week isn’t too bad. I hear they fight over who gets to send it. But this one has a shell wax stamp! That’s Skystar’s seal!” Unrolling the scroll, Silverstream gave it a quick glance over before stowing it in a side satchel, shrugging her wings happily. “She’s just saying hello. Since we’re visiting in a month or two she’s been bouncing off the walls in excitement, literally in some cases.” Silverstream remarked with a grin, Smolder rolling her eyes with a barely suppressed smile.
“Reminds me of some other friend, who could it be….” The dragoness mused, earning a playful poke from Silverstream “Fair point, but we did hang out a ton growing up. But she’s a bit older and stuff. More…quirky and curious than me. In a different way. Similar but not-um-” “Just not as much a super talkative excitable and hyperactive pink ball of energy?” Smolder offered, getting a playful glare from Silverstream, still all smiles. “Ok yeah, basically. She’s just friendly and quirky, which I am I guess, but-” A claw was held up as an amused look was beginning to form in Smolder’s eyes.
“Ok yes, just not TOO much of the stuff you said. But like, she makes stuff!” Silver explained, poking at Gallus’ necklace that hung around her neck. “Like, Skystar taught herself how to make things out of shells. SO. MUCH. STUFF! She taught me how to carve the shells and stones for Gallus’ necklace.” She explained, Smolder waving a set of claws as Ocellus nodded.
“Well, from what little you’ve told me, she sounds like pretty similar to you. But older. Guess that has to be a bit weird. Shouldn’t she have a bunch of advice on guy stuff though? I mean, dragons aren’t exactly the best examples.” Smolder admitted with a shrug, Ocellus nodding in agreement. “I mean, Sandy and I are still happy, but we’re new at this. I’d love to get any advice from her, no offense to our professors, but….”
Silverstream winced, shaking her head as Yona began to mumble about chocolate monsters in her sleep. “Well, while she’s older and stuff, Sky doesn’t have much guy advice. I would have asked her, but yeah…” Ocellus’ ears pinned back as Smolder winced slightly. “Oh. Ouch. That has to not be fun.” The dragoness remarked.
“I feel bad for her honestly. She’s so fun to be around! But it’s kind of like until I met Gallus. Lots of guys just don’t like the hyper quirky. I mean for Sky, more on the quirky but still fun! Also being Queen Novo’s daughter makes that tricky.” Silver added, flopping onto the table. “It’s one of many reasons I can’t wait to go back to see her. She’s just lonely and doesn’t have too many friends. Hmmm, I think Gallus would like her too, I think all you girls would like her.” “She could always visit?” Ocellus remarked, prompting Silverstream to perk back up. “That’s not a bad idea! I’ll ask! I know Auntie gets kind of protective though…” “Just thought I’d float the idea.” The changeling smiled.
All three girls turned as Yona suddenly began to laugh, a wide grin on the previously comatose yak’s face. “Changeling friend make funny pun!” The laughter of all four friends echoed throughout Sugarcube Corner as a pronking pink pony delivered some delicious but not coma inducing chocolate milkshakes. ----
“Soooooo, do you all have dates for the dance?” Silverstream asked, the four friends making their way back to the dorms via the scenic route in Ponyville. “Well Sandy for me of course, he’s such a sweetheart. He knew I’d say yes but wrote a nice poem all the same.” Ocellus remarked with a smile, not able to resist a giggle at seeing Smolder roll her eyes. “Yona?” Silverstream asked, glancing over to see the Yak grinning widely. “Yona no have date.” Smolder then paused, looking at her in confusion. “And…you’re smiling?” “Yona have three!” The other three creatures stared at her, the yak shrugging before continuing on. “What? All ponies were nice and asked in traditional but awkward Yak ways! Showed interest in Yak culture! So of course Yona say yes!” A squeal with the same pitch as a hissing tea kettle finally reached their ears, Silverstream scrunching her cheeks up in glee as she hovered in the air. “That’s ADORABLE!” She squeaked, Smolder sighing. “Yeah yeah. That is pretty neat they bothered to learn how to ask…” “Smolder have date?” Yona asked with a grin, her eyes betraying the mischievous glee in seeing the dragoness instantly blush.
“Yes. Ugh, girls, we already went over this ok? Spike is an ok guy…” Smolder grumbled, prompting a few knowing grins, especially from Silverstream. “We’re just happy you’re happy.” The hippogriff chirped, both Ocellus and Yona nodding in agreement. “Yona curious though. Bend down to kiss?” The Yak mused, prompting Smolder to smack her shoulder. “YONA! Not cool!” She grumbled, usually static scales turning a fantastic shade of purple. “Dragon friend tease other friends! Not fair otherwise. Yona have to keep up!” The Yak proclaimed with a grin, Smolder then sighing. “Ugh. Fair point. But yes, we all have dates. Hey Silverstream, maybe Gallus will pop in for a dance?” She sighed, pink-feathered head bobbing from side to side in thought. “Yeah, maybe. I hope so at least, but I know he’s super-duper busy.” Silverstream mused. “I think he will find a way. He loves you a lot.” Ocellus remarked softly, prompting a happy sigh from Silverstream. “I know, I hope he does show though…”
*Two Weeks Later*
As the music played and couple swayed back and forth, Silverstream kept a happy smile on her face with ease. Her other friends were happily dancing, and Yona had actually picked up another date for a dance. I mean, the fact colts had bothered to learn old Yak methods of asking another out is impressive; so good for them! I wish Gallus was here though.
Sandbar and Ocellus were busy chatting away at the refreshment table while Spike and Smolder were similarly engaged, the smaller dragon sporting a fantastically tailored suit. Judging from the hint of a blush on Smolder’s cheeks, it was going fairly well. “At least they’re having fun. Wish you could dance though.” A voice remarked form beside Silverstream, prompting her to nod. “Yeah, but Gallus isn’t-GALLUS?!” She squeaked, said gryphon grinning and yanking her into a hug. “Hi Silver.” He whispered, words quickly being cut off by the kiss she pulled him into. A few tears formed in her eyes and prompted the hippogriff to sniffle happily.
“Y-you came to the dance! I thought you were too busy…” She whispered, the gryphon shrugging. “Well, for the whole dance I am, but no reason I can’t pop in for a few songs. I just had to bribe Discord.” He remarked, then grinning as he whispered into her ear. “What he doesn’t know is that I have a huge stash of random items that I’ve accumulated in our O&O game, buuuuut I think seeing you is a much better use for them rather than imaginary gold!” Silverstream sighed, nuzzling Gallus' neck feathers happily. “I’m just glad you’re here; thank you.” She whispered, the gryphon holding her close. “You’re quite welcome. Oh wow…Smolder and Spike? And Yona with a date?” “Four dates. They alternate dances.” Gallus blinked, then finally nodded slowly. “Huh. Well good for them. And to think I would have made fun of…well, this before.” He mused, giving Silverstream a squeeze. “You still do. You suggested we tape those two ponies’ heads together in the park.” “They were making out like, all over each other! Clearly they needed help keeping their mouths connected!” He replied with a grumble, Silverstream giggling and then yanking him onto the dance floor. “Not disagreeing, but now is dance time!” She squealed happily, Gallus easily leading her into a slow waltz. I’ve missed this…
Silverstream couldn’t stop smiling the entire time, Gallus' loving gaze occasionally meeting hers throughout each dance. As another faster song played, the hippogriff nudged Gallus off the dance floor. “Before you have to go, hugs?” She asked, words surprisingly being choked in her throat. The pair slipped outside into one of the empty plaza areas of the school, Silverstream pressing her cheek against Gallus’, simply wanting to be close. “I d-didn’t plan on getting c-choked up y’know…” She whispered, Gallus sighing and wrapping her up in a hug. “I know. I’ve missed you too Silver.” The hippogriff didn’t say much else for a time, simply enjoying being held in Gallus’ loving embrace. How could I ever get tired of this? Knowing he cares so much about me. Just being him..
Silverstream’s loving thoughts only increased as Gallus gave her another kiss, the gryphon reaching down to cup her cheek with a set of talons. “What did I ever do to deserve you.” He whispered, prompting Silverstream to only hug Gallus tighter. “Be you. That’s all I’ve wanted.” She whispered, Gallus not able to do anything but smile with slightly damp eyes at her response. Silverstream let out a slight squeak as she was pulled in close, her head resting on his chest feathers. I love hearing that heart beat…
“Love you Silver.” “Love you too Gallus.” She replied, letting out a slight ‘mmf’ into his chest. “You have to get going, huh?” “Yeah.” Giving him a final hug, Silverstream’s eyes narrowed mischievously. Acting like she was about to pull away slightly, the hippogriff then yanked Gallus into a heated kiss, enough so that the gryphon’s eyes widened in shock and he fluffed to twice his size. “Now you can go.” She giggled, Gallus blinking with a dopey grin on his face. “I still think you took a kissing class, because woooooow-” “Get going you goof.” Silver replied, Gallus waving before a cotton-candy shaped portal snapped into existence in front of him “Oh! Silver…in a month is my final test.” Gallus said, smiling gently as he spoke. “I’d love it if you were there.” “Count on it.”
*One Month Later*
Silverstream sat on the train, reading over the formal parchment in her claws. In some ways, she was a bit nervous even as excitement hummed through her frame. ‘Dear Lady Silverstream, Gallus has informed me of your intention to attend his final test, and while I fully approve I hope to not overstep my boundaries in asking a favor of you. This final test is meant to push Squire Gallus to his limits, proving that despite distractions and heightened emotions he is able to keep his focus in battle. To that end I would request your assistance in this test. You would be perfectly safe; but simply be standing in place of the usual ‘inert’ dummy target to give the scenario an added boost in realism. No advance letter is necessary, simply let me know when you arrive. Many thanks, Master Sergeant Gyld Ironfeather’
She’d do it of course, but the entire exercise seemed a bit…rough. Then again, I guess it’s supposed to be difficult. As the train arrived, the hippogriff hopped off and meandered down the simple street towards the buildings in the distance. Silverstream had visited the combat school once before, Gallus giving her a brief tour. So it was easy enough to enter and find the training gym. It was the giant building after all.
“Ah! Lady Silverstream, glad you could make it.” Gyld rumbled, shaking her claws at the entrance as the older gryphon smiled as he waved Silverstream inside. “Have you decided whether to assist in the exercise or not?” “I have; I want to help, even if it’s just standing there.” Silver replied, a bit more curious than anything. “Excellent! You will, essentially, just be ‘standing there.’” Gyld explained, showing her the large training arena that had been staked out, thick white tape indicating the rough margins of the battle floor. Large column shaped blue arcane-soaked crystals dotted each side, providing a base point for one of the training opponents. “You’ll be standing in one of the corners, and Gallus will have to prevent the arcane training dummies from reaching you as long as he can. If you happen to cry out or anything in surprise, that’s fine. The more realistic this is, the better. I know you’ve seen him fight a few times…” Gyld mused, Silverstream nodding briefly.
“Yeah. It’s…scary and impressive at the same time.” Silverstream remarked, the Master Sergeant nodding slowly. “That’s a good way to put it. That’s why I say any exclamations are fine, whether it be in surprise or otherwise. You are the reason he’s here, for the most part. That said, I expect this will be quite an interesting exercise.” A slight blush colored Silverstream’s cheeks at Gyld’s remark; both out of embarrassment and pride.
“So…just stand there?” “Yes. Otherwise, it’d just be a training dummy serving as the individual to protect. You’ll be completely safe; a simple shield will cover the corner, so even if a strike or weapon is thrown your way, you’d be fine.” The instructor explained, Silverstream nodding slowly. “Sounds simple enough, when do we start?”
Gyld chuckled, gesturing to another gryphon entering the building. Clad in a simple padded breastplate to mimic light armor, Gallus perked up on seeing Silverstream already there. “Silver! Hi!” He exclaimed trotting over to greet her with a hug. “Hello to you too!” Silver chirped, giving his cheek a nuzzle before looking around. “So, final test? Good luck of course, I think you’ll do fantastic! Like, how could you not.” She rambled, the hippogriff rather looking forward to seeing him in action.
Gallus blushed, then standing up a bit straighter as Gyld walked over. “Squire Gallus, we can begin whenever you would like.” Nodding briefly, Gallus gave Silverstream a brief kiss and walked to the edge of the arena, taking a few deep breaths. A few ponies filed in to watch the spectacle, their instructors also appearing to take interest. “Now as good a time as any.”
Gyld nodded, walking to stand on the opposite edge of the arena. As Gallus’ attention was diverted to his instructor, Silverstream saw a flash of color off to her right. Three Alicorns briefly phased into view, standing in the far corner of the training arena before vanishing once again. Twilight caught Silverstream’s gaze and waved before being cloaked in arcane magic. Wow. All three princesses are here?! Probably best Gallus doesn’t know… Or maybe he already does.
“Squire Gallus!” Gyld proclaimed as the younger gryphon stood at attention. “You have passed all written portions of the Squire’s test, and now must undergo the combat portion. You have demonstrated an excellent knowledge of the Knight’s code, conduct, and history, but now must prove yourself in combat to earn the official title of Squire and begin your journey to become a Knight. This test will also qualify you for the advanced bodyguard position, namely high ranking diplomats which the previous combat school basic course did not prepare you for.” The Master Sergeant explained, waving Silverstream over. “In lieu of a training dummy, Lady Silverstream has accepted to assist in this test.” Gallus’ eyes widened in surprise, flickering to Silverstream briefly before back to Gyld while still maintaining a slightly steely gaze.
“Your mission is simple. In the far corner, your Charge stands alone. Facing you will be an unknown number of individuals who desire to kill, capture, and otherwise torture Lady Silverstream. You must stop that using any means necessary. The test will end if an opponent reaches her or you become incapacitated.” Gyld took a pause.
“The arcane dampeners are set to minimum. A lethal blow will not be pleasant but inflict no lasting damage of course. Strikes will numb and sting an area to mimic bodily damage, and opponents will continue to fight until incapacitated or destroyed. You have two weapons; a staff and sword. Both will break under realistic stress. You may not leave the arena until the test has ended. There is no time limit. Do you understand the test requirements?” Optional Songs: OneTwoThree
As Gyld walked forward to hand the staff and sword to Gallus, as three unicorns trotted into the gym, each taking place at the arcane crystals on the edges of the arena. The younger gryphon nodded, then taking a few deep breaths. “I understand.” “Good. Prepare to defend your Charge!” Gyld barked, Gallus quickly trotting over to stand between Silverstream and the other three corners of the square ring. Silverstream caught the look in his eyes briefly, and she wasn’t sure whether to be frightened or emboldened… He’s taking this seriously, I’ve never seen that look before. No. I have. Back in the woods… During the fight with the Timberwolves.
“Begin!” The six pony-sized crystals ignited with a low hum, a single opponent appearing at the opposing three sides. The air snapped around Silverstream, a barely-visible shield taking place between her and the opponents. Gallus glanced back to her briefly, and the hippogriff was surprised to see something in his eyes. Fear. What is he afraid of? For me? As he turned back around, the puzzle pieces fell into place for Silverstream. Not. Not for me. She caught a final look in Gallus’ eyes, his concerned gaze shifting to that of…something else. Of me, of what I might think.
Gallus’ posture shifted, the staff held in his claws as the gryphon reared on his hind legs. The sword hung at a simple belt at his side, while the opponents had their own hooves. The three earth pony arcane mannequins charged, Gallus easily sidestepping one and ripping its throat out with his claws. The second swung at the gryphon yet found its blow blocked by the staff twirled artfully in Gallus’ claws. Two brutal blows to the head and the second pony fell to the floor and vanished in a burst of light. The third circled Gallus slightly, faking a few blows before charging.
Gallus met the attack head on. Grappling with the arcane pony, the gryphon slit the arcane creature’s throat, then hopping up to scan for more targets. He’s…brutal.
Two opponents now faced Gallus, each with a sword held in their hooves. The staff was quickly hacked to pieces, the gryphon yanking out his own bladed weapon. Punching the muzzle of one pony, Gallus then buried his weapon in the dummy’s chest, yanking it out to then duck a blow from the other. Silverstream’s eyes were wide with both shock, horror, and surprise at the savage fight in front of her. As the second pony’s sword was battered aside, Gallus got too close for the weapon to be swung and used his claws to shred another throat.
A massive pony now stood in front of Gallus, spiked horseshoes adorning both front hooves as the brute plodded towards her. To her side, a second opponent flickered into existence; a Pegasus that darted towards Silverstream with a dagger held in its hooves.
The arcane entity flashed as Gallus bounded to intercept it, hacking a limb off in a single swipe. A wild look shone in the gryphon’s eyes as he stood mere feet from in front of Silverstream. The world didn’t seem to exist outside the ring for Gallus; only the massive arcane pony in front of him.
Silverstream’s horror and shock suddenly vanished, the emotions going up in smoke as a simple truth laid itself bare with a single fierce whisper from Gallus. “I won’t let you touch her!” He’s doing all this, learning all this, for me.
The arcane pony growled, breaking into a gallop as it charged Gallus. The gryphon lashed out with his sword, cutting of a single hoof as the brute swung wildly. Despite the loss of part of a limb, the pony scrambled to the side, bringing a massive hoof down onto Gallus. Deflecting the blow to a side, Gallus still appeared to take some of the force as a grunt left his beak. The arcane entity then flopped to the ground as its other forehoof was shredded by claw and sword alike, Gallus twirling the weapon as it vanished into sparkling smoke.
Five opponents snapped into existence; two unicorns with weapons, one earth pony, and two gryphons. Five on one?! “You. Won’t. Touch. Her!” A familiar voice hissed, the gryphon readying his weapon.
Nothing but the three ponies and two gryphons in front of Gallus mattered. Nothing except what who stood behind him. The emotional animal in his heart now energized every limb, no bars needing to constrain it this time. Hoof or claw, you won’t touch Silver!
The first to charge was a unicorn and an earth pony- the weapon of the first swinging as the other moved into a tackle. Gallus blocked the weapon strike- then slicing at the face of the arcane pony that was but a stride from him on the right. A glancing blow caused the gryphon to hiss as pain stung along his side; but it wasn’t a lethal blow. No worse than the winds in Griffinstone!
The unicorn paid for the strike in full, Gallus’ claws shredding the mock up face easily, a sword then piercing its chest. The final three opponents moved in as one, weapons swinging and others moving to flank along the side. A few blows got through this time; a punch from an earth pony, a slice from a unicorn’s weapon, the claws from a gryphon. But each blow was repaid with a lethal counter attack, the sword battered aside to expose a throat, and a punch resulting in a severed or shredded limb. A set of claws that scored his side were cut off and a limb promptly removed. A new opponent now entered, standing a full head taller than Gallus and wearing a familiar eyepatch. It grinned, the gryphon flexing its claws as it circled the younger combatant.
Silverstream watched in wonder as Gyld, standing off to the side and wreathed in arcane energy, acted as the base for the puppet in the arena. Batting aside Gallus’ strike with a set of claws, Gyld easily delivered a painful blow to Gallus’ chest. To Silverstream’s surprise, Gyld seem to hesitate as Gallus tackled the arcane mimic. Holding one set of claws to the side, Gallus tore into the gryphon’s chest with the other before being thrown off. The sword having skidded out of his grip, Gallus circled the mimic to always be between Silverstream and the opponent.
As the two locked into blows again Gallus aimed a strike at the mimic’s blind side, the set of claws set to tear into the gryphon’s shoulder- And was promptly blocked.
The mimic now easily held Gallus at an arm’s length and delivered a series of brutal blows to his head, the dazed gryphon then being tossed aside once again. Gyld’s mimic casually strode towards Silverstream as Gallus only shifted slightly on the ground- And then stopped still. Turning around slightly the mimic’s body began to fragment as a weapon became visible buried in its back; Gallus’ thrown sword.
The gryphon visibly spent, Gallus hobbled forward and tore the throat out of the mimic at last, then retrieving his sword and standing at the ready. To the side, Gyld appeared genuinely surprised and nodded approvingly. The opponents now came fast and in brutal succession; two gryphons, two ponies, three gryphons. Barely beating aside each attack, Gallus got a few strikes in each time, an opponent falling every now and again even as they scored successive hits. Eventually, Gallus slumped to the ground and a low signal chimed. -End optional song-
“Cease the test!” Gyld barked, walking to the center of the arena and offer a set of claws to Gallus. The younger gryphon was completely winded, the wild look in his eyes starting to fade as he looked back to Silverstream and then Gyld. Ponies that had watched from the entrance briefly stomped their hooves in applause, excited whispers breaking the air as the onlookers took their leave. “It’s all over Gallus.” The Master Sergeant said softly, Gallus then nodding as he sucked in desperately needed air. The three Alicorns in the room appeared for a split second to nod approvingly to Gyld before vanishing, the instructor more concerned with his student. “How do you feel?” ----- Gallus shook his head, slowly levering himself upright with the assistance of Gyld. “Exhausted, but…good. I did my best, and I hope it was enough. They just kept coming.” Gyld stared at the gryphon and promptly let out a roar of laughter. “Enough? You passed with flying colors! Gallus, by any scoring method that was fantastic. You took out sixteen opponents before falling. As a Squire, that is above and beyond what anyone could expect. You also caught me by surprise; and that is a rare thing indeed. You defended your charge to the bitter end, exactly what you had to do. There was no end to this test other than your defeat.” Gyld remarked with a chuckle, gesturing to the rest station as Silverstream slowly padded over.
“Congratulations, Squire Gallus. See to Silverstream and then meet me in the small side office to sign a few forms when you’re ready.” Gyld remarked, taking his leave as Silverstream nudged Gallus with a shoulder. “Hey, you ok?” Silverstream asked, Gallus nodding with a familiar look in his eyes. “Yeah. Just- I-the fights-” “Gallus, are you worried what I think about it?” She stated flatly, taking a bit of pleasure in seeing Gallus’ eyes widen in surprise, the gryphon then nodding. “I think the fact you’ve gone all though this to, among other things, protect me, is the most. Amazing. Thing. EVER!” She crowed, breaking out into laughter and hugging him close. “Like, it’s scary and brutal but you’re doing it for a good reason! And ohmygoshyou’resweatyeeeewwwwwwww-” The hippogriff exclaimed, then letting out an adorable and playfully disgusted squeal as Gallus rubbed his cheek against hers. “Whaaaat? Not a fan of sweaty me?” He chuckled, then brought his beak close to Silver’s ear. “Thank you, Silver. I was afraid you’d think…differently after all that.” “Nope! Well, yeah. I think you’re even more awesome!” She replied back, giving him a brief kiss. “Now go sign those forms and take a shower. I’ll be here.” The hippogriff added, giving him a final hug as Gallus trotted off to the small office in the training area.
Entering the simple room, Gallus examined the three forms in front of him with a tired gaze. “More forms?” “More forms. These are the final ones though. Only that you have completed the final test and I have certified it was to adequate standards. The other two are your signature to become a Squire in the Gryphon Empire, and secondly a certified bodyguard in such as well as in Equestria.” Gyld explained, Gallus quickly marking each with his signature.
“I was surprised Gallus. I had no idea you could throw weapons…” The gryphon remarked, Gallus getting a rather smug grin on his face. “I’ve been practicing in my spare time. I’m not great at it, so it was a fifty-fifty if it’d work.” “But it did, and that was fantastic. Having hidden options is a wide move indeed.” The Master Sergeant remarked, then pausing as Gallus raised a claw in curiosity. “Gyld, how did you know about that strike to your side? It was in your blind spot. I get being able to sense attacks and anticipate a strike, but that was so specific…”
Gyld closed the simple blinds on the room’s single window, then smiling as he turned to the younger gryphon. Lifting up the eyepatch, now two perfectly function eyes looked back at Gallus wryly. The tinted patch then was placed back on, Gyld grinning at the younger gryphon. “I find it prudent to always have individuals guessing, as you demonstrated with your thrown sword as well.” Gyld remarked, Gallus staring at the older gryphon and sighing.
“REALLY? I mean, jeez. All this time? That’s…I’m both surprised and not. That’s really smart actually. Obviously I won’t tell anyone, but-” Gallus shook his head with a slight smile. “That’s one of the most crafty and smart things I’ve ever seen. Then again, I expected nothing less from you Master Sergeant.” He added, standing on weary legs to snap his instructor a smart salute which was promptly returned. “Congratulations, Squire Gallus. We can work out your studies later. For now, you can return to your Friendship School studies. We’ll be in touch.”
Gallus held out his claws, then shaking Gyld’s as he returned the gesture. “Thank you Gyld, for everything.” He said, the older gryphon nodding simply. “You are most welcome. Now go get a shower and enjoy some time off.”
Making his way out of the office with more than a bit of a spring in his step, Gallus paused by Silverstream who was waiting off to the side. Giving her another sweaty hug, Gallus chuckled and held her close despite the squeak of almost-protest. “I’m an official Squire! I passed! This feels so weird that it’s over, but I did it!” He exclaimed, a happy kiss from Silverstream only making his heart soar higher. “Congratulations Gallus. I knew you could do it, I always did.” Silverstream whispered, returning the hug as he swung the hippogriff around.
“Now I’m back to the school for a bit, and then more studies. Probably just in addition to Twilight’s school stuff, and maybe a few times back here now and again. And-” Gallus then cupped Silverstream’s cheek, and the hippogriff melted at his touch. Her eyes shone with genuine happiness and love, Gallus’ heart skipping a few beats. “I haven’t forgotten by the way. In two months, I can’t wait to meet your family.” The overjoyed squeal that left Silverstream’s beak threatened to shatter the training crystals.
Chapter Eleven: Family Meetings and Seapony Shenanigans
The regular click-clacking of the train’s travel had faded to a steady background cadence as it sped towards the new Mount Aris station. There were only a few occupants aboard; namely a tourist or two along with some researchers. For the most part, the five passage cars were empty. After switching trains twice, Gallus and Silverstream were on the end of their day-long journey. It definitely had been a good idea to break up the travel into two days. Now they’d arrive in the early afternoon instead of late at night.
In the middlemost car, Silverstream dozed peacefully against Gallus’ shoulder- or at least she had for the past few hours. Now she was just enjoying the close comfort her special somegriff provided. He was awake apparently, reading some large volume about knights and such. It was a bunch of codes of conduct- interesting, but less so when she was tired.
A smile slid onto Silver’s beak as she scooted closer. The past two months had been a return to normalcy, at least for the most part. They had been able to go on dates every other day or so, and Gallus had quickly regaled their friends with tales from his training. A campout or two in the snow, another happy hearths warming, and even a dance or two.
Through it all though, Silver had noticed something different about Gallus, as had the other girls. It was something subtle but gave the gryphon an extra something. Silverstream reached over to tap a claw against the breastplate on Gallus’ chest, a few tears forming in her eyes. It had taken her a good week of thinking to figure out what it was- but she finally figured it out. Confidence.
Gallus simply seemed more sure of himself, more happy to be him. Outside words were great, but Silver could at least understand feeling good about being you. And now he finally did. A new sort of energy seemed to radiate from the young gryphon, being able to just enjoy life and push past the awful things in his past. Not that he didn’t have moments where a quick nuzzle or kiss was needed to distract him though. The past won’t go away, but I’m happy to be here for you to help you through it all.
Silverstream’s cheeks blushed furiously as Gallus reached over and gave her claws a squeeze- apparently noticing the hippogriff staring at him. And that smug smirk. Ugh. “We’re getting close I think. I think I saw the ocean….” Gallus mused, the bleak view of the badlands and mountains having given way to shrubland blossoming amid coastal rocks. “I think so too. This is a different way than flying of course, or teleporting. But it’s nice!” Silverstream chirped, then nuzzling Gallus’ shoulder. “And more time to spend with you of course. All the kisses and hugs. And did I mention kisses?” Make Gallus blush at least once a day- Check.
“So-erm, you said your family doesn’t know that much about me?” Gallus asked, prompting Silverstream to shake her head. “Yeah. I didn’t feel like it was my place to tell them a lot. Just that I love you a ton, and you had a rough time growing up. So they might ask about y’know, family or…” Silverstream’s words became softer and more unsure, prompting Gallus to sigh, then reaching down to rub her cheek with a talon. “It’s ok Silver. It’s who I am, and it’s gotten me this far. No point in being ashamed of what I can’t change. Thank you for not telling them though.” Silverstream nodded, then smiling as Gallus’ view became focused on the window outside.
“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaa.” Gallus whispered, eyes wide in wonder. The vast ocean spread out as far as they could see; the newly-laid train tracks meandering along the coastal cliff. “I’ve never seen anything like this….” The wonder in Gallus’ eyes made Silverstream nearly squeak in delight. Oh just wait until he’s able to be under the ocean! …I’m still impressed he’s willing to try the tube tunnels with his tiny-spaces fear. Oh I hope he likes it all. ----- “Final stop, Mount Aris Station!” The conductor called as the train began to slow down, Mount Aris quickly becoming larger as they approached. Even from a distance, it was clear to see the city had both returned to its former glory and expanded, a few new outcroppings of housing on the ‘wings’ of the stony fortress. Small tubes followed the natural rocks and burrowed into the sides of the mountain, no doubt the crystal pipes linking Seaquestria to the upper world.
Exiting to the newly constructed stone train platform, Silverstream and Gallus were all smiles; the gryphon more amazed than anything. The massive mountainous city rose from the ocean like a waterspout; intimidating yet beautiful all the same as a new road snaked across the water to the entrance. “Ooooooh there’s so much I can’t wait to show you!” Silverstream squeaked, fully aware that Gallus was still a bit spellbound by the majestic sight. “Uh huh….” “Oh. But Auntie wanted to meet you first. Terramar will take you there too!” “Ah-WAIT WHAT?!” Was Gallus’ replying squawk, a tan hippogriff waving as he approached. “Hey Sis! Have a good-” “TERRIMAR!” His words were interrupted by a flying tackle-hug, but Terramar didn’t seem phased in the slightest. “Last I checked, and you must be Gallus.” The male hippogriff added, holding out a set of claws as Silverstream let him go. Gallus took them in a friendly grip, rather happy to see no animosity Terramar’s gaze. “Yup. You must be Silver’s brother- heard a bit about you, and nice to finally meet you.” Gallus remarked calmly, trying his hardest to quell the ever-present nerves.
“We can talk a bit on the way to the throne room. Oh! Sis, Skystar wanted to say hi for a bit before you met back up with Gallus. She knows you’re busy though.” The hippogriff added, Silverstream hopping happily at the news. “Oh? Yay! I’ll meet her- um, where should I meet her?” “She said ‘the usual place’.” “OH! I’ll do that and then meet youuuuu…um…” Silverstream paused, then flaring her wings slightly. “Dads house I think. We’re having dinner there, right?” Terramar nodded, rolling his eyes with a slight smile as Silverstream quickly gave Gallus a loving kiss.
“You’ll be fine, and I’ll see you in a bit! There’s probably a reason Auntie wanted my brother to show you around instead of me! Most likely because she’s kinda craftly like that…” Silver mused, giving Gallus a brief hug. “We’ll be good Sis, I’ll make sure she doesn’t turn your special somegriff into coral.” “…Isn’t that an option though?” Gallus muttered, waving to Silverstream as she sped out of view.
“C’mon, flying is faster. Just follow me.” Terramar called as he hopped into the air and then pausing. “Oh! Right, baggage. Um, Mom said she’s have someone pick up anything you had and have it carried- Ah, there we go.” His sentence was cut off as a purple armored hippogriff nodded to Gallus. “May I take this to Sky Beak’s home, Squire Gallus?” He asked, the gryphon nodding quickly. Still don’t get used to that…
“I erm- yeah, that’d be great, thank you.” Gallus remarked, watching the large bag picked up and easily hefted as the guard flew towards the distant city. “Ok! Baggage- check, and now to the throne room!” Terramar mused, waving to Gallus as both were now airborn. “I wouldn’t sweat it. I know ‘meeting the Queen’ can seem intimidating, but Aunt Novo isn’t that bad.” The hippogriff remarked, still prompting a slightly unsettled look from Gallus. “Y-yeah, I suppose so.” Deep breaths Gallus.
“You know, I was going to do the whole ‘protective big brother thing’. Terramar remarked, glancing to Gallus as they flew above the meandering roads and trading posts below. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’d better not break my sister’s heart. But that’s kind of a ‘duh’.” “So, why didn’t you? I’m actually rather surprised you’re not being more, y’know…” Gallus replied, eliciting a laugh from the easy going hippogriff.
“Because I just said that part of it- don’t break her heart. I’m her brother and I love her and want her to be happy. But like, everything you’ve done has been the total opposite of what I worry about. Like-” Terramar sighed, gesturing to Gallus with a set of claws. “You being a Squire, that news got around fast, the first gryphon knight in training in centuries? And the reason being my sister? That’s…pretty awesome. You care about her enough to go through that training and everything.” Terramar then paused, a rather evil grin splitting his beak. “Huh. I guess my sis was right. It is easy to make you blush.”
Gallus tried to glare back, he really did… “But seriously. I’ve seen Silverstream happier than ever before, all when talking about you or just being herself. I’m glad she has you. And you seem like a decent gryphon, since actions do speak louder than words and all that. So I really don’t have much reason to be super concerned.” Terramar concluded, Gallus blinking in surprise.
“I can’t say I expected such a warm welcome. I’m not exactly used to that. Any gryphon would have been threatening me for a good hour or two…” “Pffft. Well we aren’t gryphons now are we?” The hippogriff chuckled, prompting a nod from Gallus. “True, and for that I’m thankful.”
As they neared the palace at the top of the mountain, Terramar gestured to a grassy hillock to their right- just near the main entrance where guards stood at attention. “Well, here we go. I’ll wait around here for when you’re done. I doubt you’ll be too long. Then we can go to my Dad’s house and see if Silverstream is back.”
Gallus held out his own talons to shake Terramar’s, the gryphon nodding gratefully. “Thanks Terramar- and I’m glad Silverstream has a brother like you.” He said sincerely, the gryphon having to choke down emotion that rose in his throat. A caring sibling- something I never had.
Terramar seemed somewhat surprised at the gesture and words, but smiled all the same as he returned the gesture. “Sure thing! And thanks, I try my best. I’ll be here.”
The two teal armored guards then opened up the doors leading inside, the alabaster structure a daunting sight indeed. The entrance was a combination of underwater architecture mixed with the above water natural carvings, trees shifting to images of coral in the stone around the opening. Made of what appeared to be a single chamber with smaller rooms branching off from it, the palace’s main hall seemed to double as both the main gathering area and throne room. The royal seat was visible through a few more doors at the distant end of the hall, each series being opened by a set of guards. Just meeting with the Queen of the Hippogriffs, no biggie.
On the final set of doors, Gallus paused, looking to each of the stoic guards before then to his own claws. Nerves threatened to cloud his mind and dull his movements. I never thought I’d ever be in a place like this. With that single thought, the nerves vanished as confidence welled up in Gallus’ breast. Then again, I never thought I’d be anything more than a homeless gryphon. And now…. He stood a bit straighter, looking around a bit more at the royal statues and carvings present in this small section of the palace. Someone loves me for who I am, and I’m set to meet with the Queen of the Hippogriffs. And on top of that, I’m a Squire, a Knight in training to protect the one I love. What wouldn’t I do for her?
With that final thought, Gallus strode into the throne room as the doors were opened. The off-white stone floor was carved into rising steps at the end of the hall, ending in a beautifully sculpted throne that appeared to be a feathered clam in shape. Two more guards stood on either side of the throne, a large and well-kept hippogriff rising from the cushioned seat. Queen Novo’s pink feathers were neatly preened as a darker magenta mane and tail stood out, swaying to the side to some unseen breeze. An odd pair of more luminescent tendrils accompanied the dark purple feathers, along with light silver necklace placed around the Queen’s neck. Her purple eyes however, bore into Gallus’ with an unreadable gaze.
“Queen Novo.” Gallus stated, bowing respectfully as the lithe hippogriff padded forward and looked him over. “Hmmm. Indeed. And you must be Squire Gallus. I am quite pleased to see you have manners.” She mused, a slight smile now edging onto her beak. “Ok, enough bowing. Now then, Guards, if you’d leave us for a moment?” ---- So this is the gryphon I’ve heard so much about? The other hippogriffs left, leaving Gallus to stand looking up to the Queen. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you Gallus, mostly from my Sister and among the nobles. There are a few not happy with you courting my niece.” Queen Novo mused, then tossing her head to the side with a huff. “That said, I am extremely happy Silverstream has found someone. I won’t bore you with unnecessary semantics though, and get to the point.” She paused, looking at the young gryphon with an interested gleam in her eye. Despite towering over the Squire, Gallus stood at attention with only the hint of a shiver in his limbs.
Well well, isn’t he a strong one? Silverstream, you didn’t do half bad for yourself… “I want to make sure you have my niece’s best interest in heart. To tell you the truth, your actions seemed to certainly have proven that, but I want to hear from your own beak the answer.” Queen Novo then sat down, allowing the tension to dissipate ever so slightly If he IS going to see this to the end, best not scare all the feathers off him, however fun that may be. “Squire Gallus, what are your feelings towards Silverstream and what she wants?” ---
Gallus’ ears perked up at the question, musing over the answer carefully. Of course, there was no easy answer. “Well, I’ll answer the second part, because that’s easiest.” He said calmly, making sure to phrase the sentence before having it leave his beak. “I want whatever will make her happy. I mean, compromise is what makes relationships work, but I don’t want to see her sad. I want her to always feel loved for who she is, be if that’s with me or otherwise, but I’m extremely biased in that regards...I hope that answers that part at least.”
Queen Novo nodded, seeming to be satisfied with the answer as she continued to wait. “I could just say the cliched answer that’s in the books Silverstream reads. I love her, she means everything, and all that. I mean, that’s true, but that makes it sound so simple.” Gallus replied, brow furrowing in thought. I know what to say. The words rose to Gallus’ beak even as emotion threatened to stop his throat. The Squire pushed onwards, looking up to the Queen with a genuinely curious and heartfelt gaze. “Queen Novo, how can I put into words for Silverstream? How can I describe my feelings for the one who gave me everything I never thought worthy of? Things I never thought I could feel, things I never thought anyone could ever-”
Gallus stopped, closing his eyes briefly to hopefully stem the burning dampness threatening to spill over. “Silverstream and the others at the school were my first real friends my age. She then was the first to ever show me that I could be loved. How can I describe my feelings for that? How can I thank her for that? All I can offer her is myself, and somehow that seems to be enough.” Gallus stood a bit straighter, gesturing to the breastplate shining on his chest.
“That doesn’t mean I won’t try to do everything in my power to make sure she’s happy. I didn’t start this journey to be a knight just for my own doing. I wanted to be someone Silverstream was proud to introduce, to be someone. I know the whole ‘you already are someone’ saying, but that can’t cover all of it. I had to do something.” A smile then slid onto Gallus’ beak as he looked up to Queen Novo, her own gaze softened by the young gryphon in front of her.
“And so I learned how to keep her safe, to make sure nothing hurts the one I love the most, the one who gave me everything. So I love her, Queen Novo, but not in any way I can describe in a single sentence. Or paragraph. Or essay I suppose. I guess that’s the answer, rambling, but an answer.” Gallus finished, reaching up to swipe a tear from his eye. It was almost easier when I had no confidence and could hide behind sarcasm. Dealing with feelings is so much harder- But it feels so much better…
“Gallus.” Queen Novo said, her own demeanor having softened as the young gryphon had spoken. “I am glad you are the one to have captured my niece’s heart, so consider that my sign of approval.” She added, a slight smirk on her features. “I do hope you plan to come back if you plan on being something more than a special somegriff though…”
A bright blush flared onto Gallus’ cheeks as he choked, the cheeky Queen laughing with a contented sigh. “Oh I’m sorry, but that never gets old. Throwing individuals off balance, but that’s not fair to you. But honestly Gallus, well done. You handled yourself better than many, and that answer was beautiful.” Novo then paused, then nodding both to him and herself. “You might want to tell Silverstream that, if you haven’t already. But I think my sister will want to hear such a reply too.”
“I-erm…” Gallus stammered, then bowed again briefly. “Thank you, Queen Novo.” Novo laughed, walking forward to give Gallus’ shoulder a brief pat. “You are most welcome, Squire Gallus. Now get going. I’m sure my daughter and Silverstream will be finishing up. We’ll be speaking again I’m sure.” ---- As Gallus trotted out the doors and back to where Terramar was waiting to show him to Sky Beak’s house, Queen Novo settled back down on her throne. She at least had a few more moments before some nobles were to arrive for an evening meeting. Well Sister, I don’t think you need to be worried about Silverstream at all. Her heart isn’t going to lead her astray.
---Meanwhile at the base of Mount Aris---
“SKYSTAR!” “SILVERSTREAM!” The combined joyous squeals of the two hippogriffs threatened to split the mountain’s foundations in their pitch and intensity, the pair wrapping the other up in a tight hug as they met on a secluded beach. “So how have you been? I mean obviously great since you’ve got Gallus, but what’s been going on? You first!” Skystar trilled, hopping up and down excitedly. Great indeed….
“Ummmm let me think. Gallus is now a Squire, and seeing him fight was TOTALLY scary but awesome. We agreed to have a Pish cookoff and see what happens- with the other girls and Sandbar judging of course. We’re doing ok in school, aaaaaaand Gallus found something I brought as a gift to you!” Silverstream rattled off, counting each item on her claws.
“Pish? A gift?” Princess Skystar tilted her head to the side curiously, prompting Silverstream to giggle. “Oh, right. I think I told you ages ago- a pastry with fish. A Pish!” Silver proclaimed, Skystar then giggling in turn. “Ok that’s pretty good. But wait a minute, you got me something?” She asked, Silverstream nodded as she fished out a small stone talisman from the satchel around her neck. “Sooooort of? We both did actually. I knew you liked stuff from other lands, and he just happened to know what it was. So more of a joint effort!”
Turning the circular stone over in her claws, Skystar looked over the intricate carvings, depicting a beautiful city with a strange tower shining at the top of it. The hippogriff let out a squeak of excitement at the alien writing etched into the other side, Silverstream walking closer to tap it with a claw. “Gallus pointed it out to me when we were browsing an antique shop. He says it’s a royal insignia from a distant gryphon province or something. Some sort of old item they used to employ that basically said ‘hey, the king wants me here’ and so you use that as like a city hall pass!” She explained, promptly getting wrapped up in another hug from Skystar. “Thank youuuuu! I’ll be sure to thank Gallus tomorrow at the dinner thing- but I’m really really happy you all even thought of me!” Skystar gushed, a happy smile on her beak.
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it- I think you’ll like him! I hope you do…” Silverstream added, Skystar rolling her eyes. “Psssh. I’m sure I will, he sounds like a total catch. He makes you happy, and just wants to be loved? Sounds like a toooootal softie under it all.” Skystar giggled, the other hippogriff sighing happily.
“Trueeeee. He doesn’t like to admit it though. But I guess that’s common for some guys. What about you? Any luck so far?” Silverstream asked. Few would have caught it, but Silver had known Skystar long enough to pick up on her slightly drooping ears and wings as she spoke. Very few could see that Skystar’s smile didn’t quite reach to her eyes.
“Oh, y’know, just the usual. A few prospects, but just the same!” She replied almost as though reading from a script, causing Silverstream to send a pouty glare in reply. “Skystaaaaaaaaar…” Silverstream grumbled, not happy at getting a bland and clearly pre-thought out reply. “Ugh, sorry Silverstream- it’s not exactly a unique question, so I kinda just default into that phrase…” Skystar sighed, a genuine smile blossoming on her face as Silverstream gave her a brief hug.
“You’ll find sooooome guy, or girl, not judging! I mean, you may have to be blunt...I wasn’t joking for how long I dropped hints to Gallus. Just takes time and stuff!” Skystar let out a soft chuckle, then nodding slowly. “Wasn’t it for like, months before he finally figured it out? And thanks, I hope so…I mean there was that nice gryphon captain I chatted with a week ago.” “OOOOOOOOH?” Silverstream’s face was promptly scrunched up by her own claws, looking to her cousin excitedly as the other rolled her eyes good naturedly. “Mmmhmm. He was picking up a shipment and had some time to wait. It was just nice to finally just chat with someone without the whole ‘you’re a princess so I have to act a certain way’ thing. He just didn’t seem to care.” Skystar used her claws to emphasize part of her sentence, then shrugging. “Well, it was a nice hour or two at least. It's a start at least!” “….you talked for an hour or two straight?” Silverstream asked, a rather wide grin on her beak as her cousin smacked a set of claws to her face. “Maybe? I mean I um-kind of didn’t keep track?” Judging from the slight blush on Skystar’s face, it had certainly made an impression. I won’t push too much, that’d be mean!
“Wellllllll hopefully he’ll stop by again. In the meantime, I think you’d like Ponyville if you could get away for a bit!” Silverstream suggested, Skystar perking right back up. “That’s actually a really good idea! I probably can cover it under some ‘diplomatic mission’ or whatnot!” The hippogriff mused, still smiling as she paused. “I’ve missed this Silverstream.” She admitted, the other hippogriff nodding in agreement. “I have too. We really should find times for more visits!” Silver added, then gestured up to a distant outcropping above them. “…wanna jump off that one spot like we used to?” “And see how deep we can dive? Totally.”
----- “Sooooo your dad blew up your house?” Gallus asked with a raised eyebrow as he and Terramar neared the beach, the hippogriff laughing with a shake of his head. “Only with smell. He cooked something wrong and now it smells…interesting. Probably not the best place for guests. It’ll air out soon enough.” Terramar added with a nonchalant wave of his claws.
Why do I feel like this is a common occurrence for them? Landing at the edge of a beach, Gallus looked around curiously at the partially-covered furniture. Neatly carved stone tables, chairs and couches sat half submerged in parts, or completely in or out of the water in others. They were all arranged like a living room, a smattering of each of the stone pieces in an area spread out across the entire coast line. “This is one of many meeting points between Mount Aris and Seaquestria.” Terramar explained, gesturing to a collection of furniture farther down, continuing to speak as they walked along the sand. “My mom prefers Seaquestria, and my dad Mount Aris. The pipes make it pretty much one and the same now, which is really nice. It was kind of tense for a while figuring that out...anyhow, the Three Days of Freedom celebration pretty much solidified everything. For today they figured to just meet up here for an early dinner instead of the contaminated house. Hope that’s alright, since you know, the house reeks.” Gallus nodded, hopping across some of the water to sit on a stone chair. A bit of water lapped at his fur, but it was surprisingly warm rather than unpleasantly nippy. Terramar took a seat as well, seeming to enjoy the scenery. “Huh. Interesting, and yeah, this is cool. So I guess they’ll be here soon?” He asked, then hearing a characteristic giggle to his left. In the distance, A light yellow hippogriff flew off after giving another pink individual a hug-
“Oh! Hey Gallus! Terramar!” Silverstream called, quickly flying closer with a smile. With a flash of light, she shifted to a Seapony and swam around, looking up at Gallus with a grin. “After we eat, want to explore underwater? You can become a Seapony too, at least with a bit of help.” Silver explained, prompting a hesitant nod from Gallus. “Erm, ok? I mean, it sounds interesting…I think it’d be fun?” The pout on Silverstream’s face was enough to get Gallus to sigh, reaching over to give her head a pat. “I never said I wouldn’t. It is just kind of a new thing. You did mention it, I just hadn’t thought about it a lot.” He really should have picked up on her intentions, Silverstream’s eyes shifting to his arm- *SPLASH*
“Hey Gallus! Now I don’t have to look up anymore!” Silver chirped as a soaked gryphon stood on the sandy bottom of the ocean, the water up to his neck. “I would be a lot more annoyed if this water wasn’t so nice and you weren’t so adorable.” Gallus grumbled, not able to resist a smile. “Soooooo after dinner, Seapony exploring?” Silverstream asked, clapping her flippers together. “As long as we can try out those tube things, yes.” “Really?!”
Gallus nodded, seeing Silverstream's ecstatic face being more than enough to quell his nerves. “Yeah. I mean, they’re clear, so technically doesn’t feel like a small space? I want to try though.” Silverstream’s reply was cut off as a light yellow seapony popped up next to her. Her mane, wings and tail edges were a bright violet, complementing her lighter purple eyes. From under the water a few trays were produced with a variety of foods, the seapony then smiling at seeing the pink hippogriff. Huh. Can see where Silverstream got the pink from.
“Silverstream!” She crowed, wrapping up the younger seapony in a hug. “Mom! Good to see you! I guess Dad is on his way soon?” Silver asked, Ocean Flow rolling her eyes with a smile. “My goodness, that hippogriff; he tried to bake his famous seaweed rolls and ended up not taking them out of the oven in time. So, the entire house now smells like an old beach. Probably not the best to meet a certain someone. And speaking of that…” She turned to Gallus, holding out a flipper which Gallus took in greeting.
“You must be Gallus! Nice to meet you! I’m Ocean Flow.” The seapony said with a smile, Gallus bowing his head slightly. “Nice to meet you Miss Flow-” “Oh goodness, such manners- but Ocean or Ocean flow is fine dear! Makes me sound old otherwise!” Ocean chuckled, prompting a slight smile from Gallus. “Ocean Flow it is, I’m sorry it took so long to get here.” Gallus added with a slight wince. His words were waved off with a flipper, the seapony simply laughing. “Oh no problem at all! We assumed you were busy with studies, and saving Equestria apparently! I’m just glad to finally meet the gryphon that my daughter will not stop talking about!” Gallus deadpanned and looked over to Silverstream. To her credit, her face now matched her flippers in terms of shade.
“I don’t talk about him that much…” She whispered, Gallus not able to resist a chuckle. “I really hope she only talks about the good. I’m just me.” Ocean Flow laughed, then gesturing up above them. “Oh most certainly. Ah! And there’s the master chef. So Sky Beak? How did your cooking attempt go? Did you burn them again?” The hippogriff landed on a stone seat next to his wife, purple feathers complimented by his snow white mane and tail standing out with his orange eyes. The large hippogriff placed a large tray of pastries on the table as he grumbled with a slight smile. “Maybe. I mean I had to try!” “You forgot to set the timer again didn’t you?” “That was only once!” “…Sky Beak.” “Ok yes I forgot to set the timer.” Gallus smiled at seeing the back and forth between the pair, a strange sort of longing starting to prick at his heart. Is this what it’s like to have a family? Have everyone joke back and forth but still love each other?
A flipper poked at his side, Silverstream’s loving gaze catching the gryphon’s attention. He simply nodded, sitting up a bit straighter in the stone chair. “And where are my manners- you must be Gallus! Good to meet you- I’m Sky Beak.” Gallus reached over and shook the outstretched claws, managing a slight smile through his ever-present nerves. “Nice to meet you. Erm, Mr. Beak?” “Goodness no. I’m not that old. Just Sky or Sky Beak.” Looking back to Ocean, Gallus couldn’t help but smile. “She…um, said the same thing. Figured I’d check.” He added with a shrug. Apparently that was a good answer, because Sky simple chuckled and then hopped into the water to give his daughter a hug. “And Silverstream! Good to see you as always!”
Letting out a happy squeak from her father’s hug, Silverstream then shifted into a hippogriff to sit next to Gallus as Terramar scooted forward to eye the pastries. “Well dig in everyone!” Ocean remarked, Terramar instantly snagging a pastry and letting out a blissful sigh after taking a bite. “You skipped lunch again son? Or are the local breads just that good?” Sky asked, prompting an embarrassed mumble from Terramar. “Both?” “Fair answer.”
Gallus then turned to Ocean as she looked over at him curiously. “So, Gallus! Tell us a bit about yourself! We know some parts from Silverstream- what are you up to nowadays? That Squire business sounds interesting!” Gallus poked the breastplate and nodded, sitting up a bit straighter as Silverstream snagged a seaweed sandwich with a flipper. “Just going to school now. I’m in training for another few years on and off. Just studies and occasional tests though. It was a nice break, but now back to Twilight’s school for a time. It was definitely worth it though.” “Oh! Tell them about the test!” Silverstream squeaked, Terramar perking up as well. “Yeah! She said you had to fight like ten guys or something?”
As Gallus retold the exam as best he could, the nerves seemed to slip away ever so slightly. Ocean Flow and Sky Beak seemed genuinely interested in curious, and not at all hostile (as opposed to a gryphon parent, which wouldn’t have been nearly as pleasant). Everyone took breaks to ask a question here or there, as well as devouring the tasty dishes in front of them. From simple pastries to seaweed sandwiches, they all fell under the family’s appetite. When asked, Gallus expounded on a few of the adventures he and Silverstream had gone on- especially with his other friends. The conversation eventually looped back to his training however.
“That sounds pretty awesome.” Terramar stated, a wide grin on his face. “I have to say Gallus, that is rather impressive.” Sky added, Ocean nodding in agreement. “So why did you become a squire? Is your family knights or something? Some kind of passed down tradition?” At Terramar’s innocent question, Gallus saw both Sky and Ocean wince. Ah. So they had an idea of what Silverstream meant.
“I mean it could be? I don’t really have a family. Not like this at least, I have a different one in Ponyville.” Gallus explained, trying to ignore the slight ache in his heart. Terramar’s ears instantly flattened as he realized his mistake. “I-erm, oh. Sorry. I didn’t…”
Not wanting to see the hippogriff beat himself up, Gallus waved a set of claws with a shrug. “It’s ok, was bound to come up sooner than later. Silverstream didn’t want to tell many creatures, which I’m kind of glad for. It’s just my past, can’t really change it, so no reason to dance around it.” He mused, then looking over to Silverstream with the hint of a smile. “But I have to say, dancing is fun.”
Terramar nodded, then looking to Silverstream incredulously. “Seriously? A knight in training and can dance? Is this guy from one of your books Silver?” Thoroughly enjoying the blush on Silver’s face, Gallus smiled at the comment. “I’m just me. I guess I can be a bit awesome?” The gryphon then puffed up his chest with a grin. “And I’m humble too!” As the family chuckled, Sky nodded to Terramar and Silverstream, gesturing to some tube entrances in the distance. “Terramar, Silverstream- would you mind giving us a chance to talk with Gallus?” He asked, the pair then standing up with a nod. Silverstream hesitated, quickly hopping over to give Gallus a peck on the cheek before making her way along the beach.
“I have to say Gallus, my sister is impressed, and that’s a rare thing.” Ocean remarked, seeming more curious than anything. “If I might ask something both my wife and I are curious to- why visit us now rather than before? I mean it’s never an easy thing, but I do hope we aren’t that intimidating.” The hippogriff asked, Gallus then pausing to think.
“I wanted to make sure of everything.” Gallus finally said, looking to the water at first. He then looked up to the parents, tapping the breastplate with a claw. “I wanted to make sure my feelings for Silverstream weren’t some ‘phase’ or something. I also wanted to be a gryphon she’d be proud to introduce.” He then sighed, head shaking slightly. “She loves me for…me. That’s something that I still haven’t gotten used to. I’m sure she’d have been fine with me being here as I am of course. But I wanted to feel like I was someone, more than just ‘that gryphon.’ I suppose it was a bit of selfish reason, that part at least. But the main reason for being a Squire wasn’t that.”
“Hmm. You never did answer Terramar’s question dear.” Ocean mused, Gallus nodding. “I guess I didn’t. In short, I went through all this training so I could keep Silverstream safe. That’s…the long and the short of it.” Gallus explained, trying to put words to the feelings that soared through his heart. “Queen Novo said you gave quite the answer to her question.” Sky mused, Ocean nodding as well. “I’m curious too. What did she ask, and you say that impressed my sister so much?”
Gallus took a deep breath, trying to compose his thoughts. “Well, first off I do apologize for not coming and meeting you both sooner though. I just- it has been tricky. Having someone care about me is a very new thing, especially in the context of how Silver does.” The gryphon paused, looking down at his claws briefly.
“The Queen asked what my feelings were towards Silverstream.” Gallus raised his gaze to meet Sky’s and Ocean’s, despite the nerves of it all. “I can’t remember everything I said, but my point still is the same. I can’t put my feelings for your daughter into anything as simple as ‘I love her.’ I mean I can, but it doesn’t cover everything.” Now both parents were curious, Ocean’s eyes narrowing slightly in interest to where Gallus was going with all this.
Gallus met their gaze despite the nerves and doubt that still threatened to strangle his thoughts, warmth flooding his frame as his words fell into place.
“Until I met my friends in Ponyville, I didn’t know what it was like to have them. Until Silverstream, I didn’t know what it was like to be loved by someone. I didn’t know what it was like to love someone.” He stood up a bit straighter, emotion choking Gallus’ throat. “I didn’t know I could be loved. The gryphon with nothing. No home, no family, not a bit to his name. And somehow despite that, just being me is enough for Silver.” He shook his head slowly, vision blurring slightly.
“How do I express my love for someone who has given me everything I never had? How can I explain how much I want her to be happy? How can I describe what I would do to keep her safe?” Gallus curled a set of talons into a fist, tapping the metal on his chest briefly. “Being a Squire was to make myself feel like somegriff, that’s true. But it was all for Silverstream. It always was. Her laugh, her smile- even the spastic excitement at topics that seemed boring. I love everything about her. When she chatters on, I can just listen and chime in. It’s almost therapeutic… I mean, she makes even learning about plumbing interesting. Just being around her makes me happy, spastic, excitably hippogriff she is. For the training, it started when-” Tell them.
“I-” Gallus took a deep breath, wiping his eyes as he faced the two parents. Perhaps he was making a total fool of himself- but if that meant they heard his honest words, then so be it. “I kept having nightmares. Someone stealing Silverstream away, hurting her. So I trained to make sure I’d never let that happen. And here I am.” Ocean Flow had a flipper over her mouth in shock, eyes wide- but not in a negative manner. Sky’s own expression was that of respect- and surprise.
“What I didn’t tell you about the test was that Silverstream was there. She took the place of a training dummy, behind a shield of course. Every test was for her. If the goal was to protect someone, it was always her.” The gryphon couldn’t help but close a fist tightly around a small stone, shaking his head.
“I’d do anything to keep her safe and happy, no matter what that may be. Those are my feelings for her- nothing that can be described in a sentence or two. I probably rambled, but that’s it. Your daughter means the world to me…”
“I’d say you described your feelings beautifully.” Ocean whispered, her own eyes actually tearing up at hearing her daughter described in such a loving manner. Sky Beak hopped to the nearest bench, holding out a set of claws. “Of anyone who Silverstream could have fallen for, I am glad it was you Gallus.” He stated with a respectful nod. Ocean Flow swam over, reaching a flipper up to hold both their claws with a slight sniffly smile. So that’s where Silverstream gets it…
“To hear my little girl talked about so fondly- I’m just so happy.” Ocean whispered, Sky reaching over to place a clawed hand on her shoulder. “All we want is our daughter to be happy- and if that is your goal too, then who are we to raise any disagreements?”
Gallus couldn’t help but smile gratefully, another thought refusing to leave his mind as the parents took a step back with loving gazes to each other. “Erm, Ocean Flow? Sky Beak?” He asked, taking a deep breath. “I-I’d like to come back to visit a time or two in the next few months, if that’d be alright, with Silverstream.” Gallus asked, Sky and Ocean all smiles at the idea. The purple hippogriff seemed to pick up on what Gallus was saying, judging from the knowing smile he was beginning to sport.
Ocean Flow could only smile she nodded. “We’d certainly love to see you again Gallus.” Sky Beak reached over to give Gallus' shoulder a friendly pat, nodding in agreement. “Unless you turn into a bugbear, we’d be happy to have you back here for a few more visits. And if there happened to be another visit without Silverstream knowing, just let us know.”
Gallus’ eyes widened, the gryphon sitting a bit taller as he nodded. “I-I think that will be a thing. Not sure when, but I can’t see things going any other way.” Ocean Flow picked up on what the pair were discussing, letting out an adorable squeal and a nod. “Well just let us know- but I think my daughter won’t tolerate us stealing you any longer. I know Silver must have told you, but tomorrow is a formal dinner you’re more than welcome to attend with our daughter.”
Gallus nodded, looking over to see an impatient pink hippogriff hopping up and down in the distance. “I’d love to go, so I’ll plan on being there!” ----- The parents shook Gallus’ claws a final time, then watched as he flew to where their daughter was waiting impatiently in the distance. They couldn’t help but smile as Gallus was wrapped up in a full body hug and a loving kiss, Ocean flow reaching over to hold Sky’s claws with a flipper. “We raised her well Sky Beak.” “That we did. I don’t think she could have found anyone better.” -----
Gallus lost himself in Silverstream’s embrace, loving warmth spreading through his entire frame from beak to tail. Her caring gaze looked up to his as the hippogriff snuggled against his chest feathers for a few moments, then gesturing to the ocean. “Seapony time?”
Gallus thought for a moment, then yanked Silverstream into another hug. A soft squeak was a reward for the passionate kiss he planted on her beak, tension and pent up nerves fading at her touch. “Now Seapony time.” He said with a grin, Silverstream blushing as they both trotted into the water.
“This might feel a bit weird.” Silverstream warned, tapping the pearl shard on her necklace briefly. The pair were encircled by a bright light as the shard activated, two seapony forms then splashing into the water. Whoa. This is weird. “It feels like I’m breathing air, but heavier? How can I smell underwater…AND I HAVE FLIPPERS?!” Gallus squawked, looking over his new body in shock. While his chest retained the slight cream color, blue scales covered Gallus from head to tail. From the feel, the gryphon had a slight crest on his head, similar fins spouting from his back and shoulders. His back two legs had merged into a single large tail, the dark blue color patterned into slight lighter stripes. Huh. I look pretty good! “Eep!” “Uh, Silver?” He asked, seeing two wide eyes looking back at him. “Not. Fair.” She grumbled, the blush much more prominent on her seapony form as Silverstream let out a frustrated sigh. “What?” “YOU’RE STILL HOT AS A SEAPONY!” Silverstream clamped her flippers over her mouth at the outburst, Gallus chuckling as he swam around her. Ever. So. Slowly.
“I haven’t heard that before…” He mused, a blush creeping down Silverstream's neck at the sight. “Y-you’re not gonna forget that, huh?” She asked, not able to meet his gaze. “Nope.”
She sighed, gesturing around in a clear attempt to distract Gallus. “Well, here’s the outskirts of Seaquestria! I can show you around, or maybe try the tubes first?” She suggested, the blush still not leaving her cheeks. “Tubes first maybe. Still getting used to these flippers, and not having a beak. Hmmmm.” Gallus mused, an idea then popping into his head. No beaks. I wonder… He swam over to Silverstream with a smile, wrapping his fins around the surprised seapony and planting a passionate kiss on her muzzle. Whoaaaaaa.
He had no way to describe the difference between beaks and no beaks other than ‘softer’, the kiss making Gallus’ head spin as Silverstream eagerly returned the gesture. “Um. I think I like seapony kisses.” He whispered, Silverstream letting out a giggle. “Well me too. Maaaaaybe try the tubes in a few minutes instead of now?” She asked with a grin, now causing Gallus to blush. I know she means kisses, but since when did my mind go-UGH.
Gallus followed Silverstream down the ocean floor, luminescing plants lighting up water as the sky slowly began to darken above them. Sitting on a massive plant-thing (a sponge, according to Silverstream), Gallus looked around and sighed, nodding slightly. “This is pretty neat. So you grew up mostly down here? Well, in the city over there, but yeah.” He mused, Silver leaning on his shoulder. “Mmmhmm. Little over half my life, give or take.” She explained. “Well I’m glad to see it. Makes me get close to you in a way.” The gryphon added, prompting a smile from Silverstream. “Aww.” He paused, then reached over to hold her flipper in his (an odd sensation, but not unpleasant). It was actually rather comforting.
“So, your parents and the Queen asked me something I don’t think I’ve ever explained to you fully.” Gallus admitted, prompting Silverstream to tilt her head in curiosity. “Huh? What?” “My feelings for you.”
Silverstream’s brow furrowed, the seapony shrugging. “How so? I don’t think you’ve not explained it?” She suggested, then blushing as Gallus put a flipper to her muzzle. “Maybe just let me explain anyway?” A nod was her reply, snuggling up next to Gallus happily. “Apparently it impressed both of them. But just- saying I love you doesn’t cover it all.” He felt Silverstream shift, and her flipper tighten around his own at that.
“Like…Silver, I said to you a while ago, I didn’t know what it was like to be loved, to love, any of that. I didn’t even know what it was like to have friends. And then, a certain beautiful energetic hippogriff thought that I should have all of that and more.” Gallus explained, shifting so Silverstream was laying slightly on her back and against his chest, angled to look up at him.
“I still am getting used to the idea, that being me is enough. I wanted to get training to feel like somegiff more, but it was still all for you.” Gallus shrugged, reaching down to place a flipper against Silver’s cheek- which had the same effect as a set of claws.
“So much happiness in my life is because of you, so saying ‘I love you’ feels like I’m leaving so much out. You make me so happy Silver.” Gallus held her close for a moment, looking down to see two adoring eyes meet his own gaze. “I just want nothing more than to love you, and you t-to-” To his surprise, emotion promptly walled up Gallus’ throat. That’s the root of all if it, isn’t it? “Gallus?” Silverstream floated up slightly to be eye level with him, still holding one of his flippers. “I just want you to love me. That just makes me so happy.” Gallus whispered, knowing his words sounded simple, almost trite. Apparently Silverstream didn’t care, because the kiss that followed erased the emotion that blocked his words, replacing it with love. “That’s all I want too Gallus. I want to love you, and have you love me back.” Silverstream whispered, nuzzling his cheek contentedly. “I do love you Gallus, more than anything.” “I love you too Silver.”
Gallus couldn’t help but enjoy Silverstream’s embrace for a time. It was different floating in water- you were suspended, the main source of warmth coming from the one he loved. “I could fall asleep like this.” He mused, prompting a squeak from Silver. “I-it is pretty nice…” “Should we try the tubes before it’s pitch black? Should be a bit of light left, then you can show me around Seaquestria?” Gallus suggested, then promptly being yanked along by a blushing but still energetic Silverstream. “TO THE TUBES WE GO!”
It took only a few minutes to find the nearest entrance, a series of five large crystal tunnels which had a steady pull of water through them. Silverstream floated next to the one on the left, a wide smile on her face. “Tada! There’s a couple of these scattered around. This one takes us…umm, all over! Just stay on the main tube and it brings you back on the other side of Seaquestria! Just gooooo with the flooooow.” She giggled, seeing Gallus eye the entrance warily.
“Alright…” “When we get to the end I’ll give you a congratulation’s-on-pushing-through-your-fear-kiss!” Gallus blinked, not able to resist a smile at Silverstream’s offer. “Why do I have a feeling that would happen anyway? The kissing and such?” “…shush.” She grumbled, then swimming close to the tube. “Sooooo? You first or me?” Taking a deep breath, Gallus swam closer and eyed the entrance cautiously. Well. I guess it’s sort of a tight space? But is a really long tube, so that makes it LESS small?
“Dibs.” With that word, Gallus pushed himself to the entrance- And was promptly yanked along by the rushing current. “WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Any passing hippogriff or seapony would have probably looked up to see a yelling blue blur as Gallus zipped through the city. Even with the light fading, seeing lit buildings and all of Mount Aris spread out before him was humbling. Then it was back to twists and turns, the water pressure pushing him along the main route for a good few minutes between sights. And just like that, the gryphon-turned-seapony popped out of the travel tube, Seaquestria now visible from the opposite side. “Well. That was something.” He muttered, having slightly enjoyed the adrenaline rush. The sights alone had been worth it. “And no crippling fear. Huh. Yay me.” Gallus added, then hearing a characteristic giggle as a pink blur exited the tube as well. “Hey Gallus! Sooooo what did you think?” Silverstream asked, Gallus managing a smile as he looked back to the tubes. “…I think I want to do that again.” Silverstream’s laugh rang in his ears as she pulled him along, fully intent on showing him around before it got too late.
-A Few Hours Later-
Sitting on a wooden balcony, Gallus looked out of the small guest room adjacent to Sky Beak’s home. Silverstream hadn’t shown him around the house yet, mainly due to the lingering seaweed funk, and of how late it was getting. Apparently though each home had a small pool section for seapony-preferred forms, fully integrating the two kingdoms above and below.
The house was a simple matter; a spare room or two for guests visiting anywhere in this section of the city. As far as Gallus could tell, it was just a house nobody had moved into yet; since it seemed to match others with neat stone steps leading to the oval rooms within a large tree. It was rather nice actually.
Despite the stressful moments of the day, Gallus couldn’t help but be happy. He had met the Queen, Silver’s parents, and not been turned into bleached coral. The fact Silverstream could show him around Seaquestria had put an extra bit of energy into her movements. It had been her home for most of her life, so Gallus was more than happy to see everything. It had been rather beautiful, between the floating dwellings, luminescent coral formations, and schools of fish swimming here and there.
And yet contrary to the weariness in his limbs, Gallus couldn’t sleep, not yet at least. Gallus had bid Silverstream good night, the hippogriff not wanting to let go for a good few minutes- not that he complained in the slightest. But a yawn had clearly solved that dilemma as she showed him to the guest room.
That was a good hour ago. After thirty minutes of tossing and turning, Gallus found himself looking out through this section of Mount Aris, the peaceful homes glowing ever so slightly in the clear night. It’s an itch, but why? The primal animal in Gallus’ heart was on edge- going completely against the current atmosphere. The feelings felt wrong, out of place.
The gryphon walked back into his room and opened up the large padded bag with his few essential belongings. Truthfully, the most essential items could have fit in a satchel around his neck. Reaching in and pulling on one of his two armored gauntlets, Gallus flexed his metal-covered claws with a sigh. Bringing this all made me feel better- so maybe it’s just a security thing. I’m probably just overthinking this feeling. For whatever reason, having the heavy weight of armor around his forelimb made falling asleep a bit easier.
Chapter Twelve: Formal State Dinner with a heaping side of Uh-Oh.
“You about ready Silver? We’re gonna be late!” “Unlike a certain sooooomegiff, I take time to get ready for stuff like this!” Silverstream called out, walking out of the door to Sky Beak’s house with an amused sigh. Not sure WHY you wanted to wait here for me instead of towards the palace. Not that I’m complaining though.
“See? We still have plenty of time!” She chirped happily. The pair had explored Seaquestria during the morning to see the sights in daylight and then moved on to a full hour or two of tube-riding. Surprisingly, Gallus had been rather put out they had to cut it short; the two needing to get lunch and then get ready for the formal afternoon meal ‘meeting.’ But at least they’d be able to go together!
“Whoa.” Silverstream couldn’t help but blush, seeing Gallus staring unabashedly at her with wide eyes. “W-what?” “You look gorgeous.” A flame ignited in the young hippogriff’s heart, Silver being all smiles as she tried to shrug off her increasingly warm cheeks. “W-well you do too…” Gallus couldn’t help but just grin; while it wasn’t anything fancy, even the most simple things made Silver a different level of pretty to the gryphon. A tiara accompanying a familiar teal and pink silk half-shawl that draped around her shoulders completed the formal look, whereas Gallus simply had his smoothed feathers and the breastplate strapped to his chest with two simple side bags on his flanks.
The gryphon looked up and then grinned even wider, prompting Silverstream’s eyes to narrow. “Whaaaaat?” Following his gaze, Silverstream couldn’t help but stare. Hanging above the door frame was a small plant, wrinkled and fragile from storage. The mistletoe still was strung up directly above her, perfectly aligned. “G-gallus? Did you save some of that mistletoe from Hearth’s Warming just for this?”
The loving emotion in Gallus’ eyes made Silverstream pause, the hippogriff actually freezing for a moment. Swiftly stepping closer, Gallus yanked the hippogriff into a passionate kiss that made Silverstream sag into his arms. She quickly returned the gesture as she melted, nothing else existing other than the warmth that spread from her beak down to her hooves. She knew full well the blush on her cheeks wouldn’t fade for some time- but she knew it was tooootally worth it. Her eyes widened as Gallus deepened the kiss, and the hippogriff felt the gryphon’s tail curl around her left hind hoof- Silverstream’s blush kicked into overdrive at that. Somehow that gesture made it more…intimate. I certainly don’t mind that; I want nothing more than to be close to you. Finally breaking the kiss, Gallus looked at her with a smile, giving Silver’s cheek a nuzzle as she tried to not breath rather heavily. To say her handsome special somegriff was making it easy on her though was the polar oppose of the truth. You can say what you want about me having taken classes, but jeez Gallus, you’re a pretty good kisser! ----- “Love you Silverstream.” Gallus whispered, taking a bit of enjoyment as his flustered special somegriff nuzzled his own cheek back. “Love you too Gallus. And wow, that kiss. Like…I want to ask why but dooooon’t care.” She whispered happily, the gryphon simply shrugging. “Being here has made me realize a bit more how much I care about you. Well, that and actually phrasing my feelings. It-” The gryphon paused, reaching down and giving Silver’s claws a loving squeeze, a tender and brief kiss punctuating his words. “It’s freeing, in a way. Finally putting words to what I’ve felt. So I figured kisses are the best way I can show it all. Well, one of a few I guess, but the most fun! The mistletoe was a funny touch though.” For whatever reason, Gallus’ words made Silverstream rather grumbly as they walked to the palace- but it didn’t seem like she was in a bad mood. More like a very good mood.
Odd, wait-WAIT. Could she be thinking that another fun gesture could- “Here we go! The dining area is in one of the lower levels near the water. It’s in an underground cavern, super-duper secure. Apparently Princess Cadence is here too, she’s talking to my Aunt about a security integration thing.” Silverstream explained as the pair made their way down various winding steps and guard checkpoints, snapping Gallus out of his musings. He nodded, then adjusting the satchels hanging at his side. “Soooo what’s in those anyhow?” Silver asked, Gallus simply shrugging. “Just- I’ll show you later. I was just kind of nervous, so it helps.” Gallus explained, not wanting to make it that big of a deal. “Oh, ok!” Thankfully with Silverstream, she just accepted so much about him…
Entering through two large wooden doors, the pair took a brief look around the grotto- Gallus more awestruck than Silverstream, (she having seen the palace meeting rooms before). The massive cave appeared to be mostly natural, the bluish grey domed ceiling lit with modern crystal lights in the center as some greenish blue bioluminescent plants dotted the walls near the floor. A few gold-framed paintings were spread around the curving walls; enough to prevent a sense of emptiness but keeping the focus on the large tables in the center.
Rectangular in shape, the tables were arranged in a neat parallel fashion; a circular table at the head of the setup to the left of the main entrance. It was there Queen Novo sat with Princess Cadence, engaged in some lighthearted banter as Princess Skystar looked on somewhat bored- then waved on seeing Silverstream and Gallus. Ocean Flow sat on the other side of Queen Novo, apparently completing at least a portion of the royal family. Guards were stationed along the walls; a total of twelve around the entire room with another few outside; certainly enough security for royalty.
Slightly offset to one side, the many wooden tables were inlaid with grey stone patterns, the chairs likewise matching the intricate construction as a white tablecloth was set over each. Fancy mental silverware was placed near each silver setup, and the formal setting was not helping Gallus’ nerves in the slightest.
I’m here with Silver. All good… Sitting down at a stone bench about halfway down the second table, the pair glanced around as other nobles began to file in. Gallus casually slid the side satchels under the bench; thankfully without much fuss. According to Silverstream, the afternoon meal was a break from various meetings of the upper classes, so the talk would be of various agreements, politics, and other things the gryphon wasn’t too well versed in. At least I don’t have to go to those meetings…
“Galluuuuuuuuuus.” Silverstream whispered, prompting the gryphon to glance in her direction. “Hmm?” “Relax.” She giggled, Gallus then looking down and seeing one of his claws had a death grip on the tablecloth. “Erm…” He simply said, not having even noticed the gesture. “Just feel a bit out of place.” The gryphon whispered, prompting Silverstream to scoot a bit closer on the bench, giving his talons a squeeze with her own. “You’re here with me. What’s out of place about that?” She chirped back, leaning on his shoulder for a few moments. “I know what you mean though, and it’s ok. Even though my Auntie is the Queen I still feel out of place. But we’re just here to have a nice meal and listen to the chitter chatter. Then more tube time!” The gryphon felt the tension ebb from his body at Silver’s words- finally nodding slowly. “That does sound fun. That also means more seapony kisses…” Maybe he was imagining it, but Gallus swore his shoulder started to heat up just a bit.
The meal commenced without much fanfare; a few waiters bringing in various dishes here and there. The meals ranged from seapony delicacies such as seaweed…everything, to pleasantly roasted fish. The various hippogriffs at the tables apparently were involved in hammering out various trading agreements and mining rights, along with other economic things. Not that Gallus understood it all, but he did get the gist of what they were talking about. There were of course vegetarian options for the visiting Princess, who seemed quite content on chatting with Queen Novo pleasantly. Cadence seems rather nice. I mean she IS the Princess of love. Suppose that’s part of it all.. Gallus’ cheeks lit up as Cadence glanced around the room and on meeting his gaze, gave a quick wink and a smile before returning to the conversation. …I really should have expected that.
“Seeee Gallus? This isn’t so bad! Just can listen in on conversations, sit next to each other, and eat yummy things!” Silverstream proclaimed softly, snagging another seaweed-wrapped fish bite. “I admit, it isn’t too bad. Some of the stuff the others are talking about is interesting. Most of it is over my head, but sounds like they’re trying to get some sort of trading post open?” Gallus added, prompting a nod from Silverstream. “Yup! That’s about it. Skystar is suuuuuper excited about it actually- I think she’d be happy running the trading store honesty, considering how interested she is in the entire thing. Just a place to exchange more expensive stuff between Equestria and Mount Aris! I mean, Seaquestria too, but the store would be above water.” Silver mused happily.
“Would be fun to visit I suppose, seeing all sorts of antique items.” Gallus agreed, a slight shiver suddenly running down his spine. …Huh. Nothing about the scene visibly changed much- the nobles continued to chat merrily as waiters came to and fro, and none of the guards alone the sides of the room seemed to be on a higher alert. And yet something itched at Gallus’ mind; seeing Queen Novo whisper something to Princess Cadence, the words causing the Princess’s eyes to narrow ever so slightly as she nodded. Something is going on. Or maybe I’m just being paranoid? And yet this feels just like Griffinstone- when they say the weather is fine, but you can feel a snowstorm just behind the mountains.
“Gallus?” Silver asked, the gryphon then managing a weak smile. “Hmm?” “You look…worried.” Gallus shrugged, eyes flickering about briefly as he sighed. “Probably nothing. Just feels weird. Maybe just nerves.” “Hmm.” The answer seemed to satisfy Silverstream, despite the itch in Gallus’ heart only increasing. “You don’t look ok.” So much for her accepting that answer. “Something feels off Silver. I’ve felt it in Griffinstone. I think Queen Novo knows.” Gallus finally admitted. “Huh? What could-”
The crystal lights in the room suddenly dimmed as a distant impact shook the grotto. A low alarm began to chime, the guards in the room quickly trotting towards the main set of doors. “Everyone, please stay behind the guards and myself.” Queen Novo called, Princess Cadence at her sight, horn aglow with power. Right. Alicorn. Between those two there’s enough magical energy to level a mountain! …I hope.
“What is going on!?” A tan hippogriff called, prompting the Queen to flare her wings. “There’s currently a magical disturbance lashing out at the mountain; that’s all we know. Clearly it’s not a normal thunderstorm.” Novo replied calmly. Gallus didn’t miss how Cadence nodded in agreement slightly, as though an unknown truth wasn’t spoken of.
Outside the doors, a series of odd noises reached the ears of all who were present. Snaps like firecrackers and the clang of metal on…something. “NO!” A surprised cry sounded outside of the door before all went silent. The guards inside edged into a line, spears aimed at the sealed entrance.
“Get down.” Gallus hissed, now sliding off the bench and digging into his satchel. Silverstream quickly followed suit, eyes widening as she saw the gryphon yank on an armored gauntlet. I wish I had a weapon! But my claws are enough. But maybe the door will hold? The massive door shuddered with a few blows, the gryphon’s eyes narrowing. A silly question of course, it won’t. -----
With an explosion of splinters the door shattered apart, a dark grey mist pouring forth and causing every creature to back up to the middle of the room. A spell from Cadence simply washed off the mist harmlessly, as though oil tried to mix with water.
A shadowy figure became visible, striding on two legs through the mist but still wreathed in darkness. Two burning blue eyes stared out from the fog, and Gallus felt Silverstream shiver at his side. “That’s impossible.” Queen Novo hissed, her own pearl fragment beginning to glow with power. “Impossible? Hmm. Perhaps only improbable!” A familiar sing-song voice called. As the guards began to move forward, a smattering of small orbs flew from the mist, each one hitting the hippogriffs dead center.
Frozen into blocks of magical ice, the royal guards promptly smacked into the ground, the immobilizing magic appearing to have a semi-solid consistency as the frozen hippogriff’s eyes darted around in horror. Their weapons spun to the floor in all directions, leaving only the Queen and the pony Princess between the foe and the nobles.
“Now that those annoyances are taken care of, I think it’s time to say hello.” The voice called, a primate striding through the mist to glare at the two remaining opponents. Now fully visible, the white-furred primate was clad in a set of black metal armor, the pieces covering his hands, feet and breast. No helmet sat on his head this time, two black horns rising to the ceiling on either side of his oval face. Hulking creatures strode in behind him; massive creatures not seen since the invasion of Canterlot. These Storm Beasts seemed different; their forms composes of pure purple energy, glowing violet eyes set in their somewhat featureless frames. Other forces filed in as well; a collection of what appeared to be reptile and rodent species from the badlands…
The Storm King chuckled, gesturing to his entourage with an armored hand. “So, hello Queen Novo. Oh, and the lovey-dovey princess too.” He chuckled, a strange black staff set with blue gems held in his left hand. The nobles promptly backpedaled even further, fear starting to freeze their limbs and minds as the familiar foe stood in front of them.
“You’re dead. We’ve seen the pieces- so an imposter? A replica?” Princess Cadence called, eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Perhaps all three? Two? One? None of the above? What matters is that I am here, and need to collect something for an important project.” The mad king chuckled, staff pointing to one of the tables.
“Ah. That’s where it is. Whoever that pearl is attached to, you’re coming with me. All in the name of progress of course, no free meals though.” The primate mused, seeing a pink hippogriff pop her head out before ducking down with a horrified gasp. “There you are. Now let’s play nice Queen Novo. You let that pink one go with me with the pearl shard of course, and I’ll leave you all in peace. Well, for now. So how about it?” A brutal slash of pink arcane energy leapt from Cadence’s horn to arc at the creature’s face as Queen Novo yanked out an small ornate dagger from her ornate necklace and also sent it zipping at his neck. The arcane energy was batted aside with the staff in his hand, and the Storm King actually managed to grab the dagger and crumble it to dust. Optional Music
The pearl shard around the Queen’s neck glowed, sending points of energy lashing out at the King and minions alike as Cadence did the same- Yet none of the shots landed, the staff in his hands seeming to dissipate all the energy attacks from a protective grey bubble that snapped into existence around him. “Ok. No more mister nice king!” He growled, sending a pulse of black energy surging forth. It promptly shoved the two rulers back as Cadence snapped a shield up to protect the nobles and the Queen. Not bothering to even look to the side, the Storm King gestured with his staff and caused a squirming Silverstream to be yanked from behind the bench. “Since we’re beyond niceties, I’ll be taking this lovely lady and-YEAAAARRRRH!”
Queen Novo and Princess Cadence’s eyes widened as a spear sprouted from the Storm King’s unarmored gut, his offensive magic cutting off as his form flickered this way and that. It was as though a mirror was being angled within his own body, a different creature glaring from inside the mask. Yanking out the spear, the primate’s body bled a strange purple and green fire instead of blood as he tossed the weapon aside.
The Storm King’s form continued to warp and crack as he glared at a figure who jumped onto the stone table, another weapon cradled in his grip. Lashing out with dark tendrils, the primate’s eyes widened as the gryphon snapped off a small gem on his armor. The magical attacks vanished as though hitting a brick wall, a dead zone around the gryphon repelling the deadly blows. Glaring at the king with a steely gaze, there was no mercy behind the blue eyes that bore into the Storm King’s own. From armored helmet to metal-clad haunches, Gallus’ form nearly vibrated with energy as he held another spear at the ready, guarding over a prone Silverstream in a protective stance.
With a horrifying shriek, the magic around the Storm King failed, the illusion spell unable to counter both the physical assault from the spear and the magically nullifying properties of the gem. The king shrank by a third of his height with a ‘SNAP’, armor quickly becoming replaced with robes as red eyes glared at the gryphon hatefully.
“You.” The primate hissed, sending more barbs of dark energy lashing out at the gryphon. As before, the energy shattered a few feet from Gallus as the gryphon crouching over a woozy Silverstream. Rearing on his hind legs, Gallus sent another spear hurtling towards the intruder as Queen Novo and Cadence did the same with arcane blasts.
Assailed on three fronts, the mysterious primate brought a more solid black shield into existence, causing all three strikes to glance off. The low hit on the Storm King’s illusion was apparently a higher hit on this creature, Gallus’ first strike having pierced the intruder’s chest dead center. The robe falling from the primate, the smaller creature clutched his chest and let out a hiss, aiming his staff at Gallus as purple and black magical flames continued to leak from the genuine wound.
“I should have known you would be trouble! No matter, take them alive! Those two- I want that pearl shard and the bearer! The gryphon too! I’ll find a use for him.” The primate hissed darkly as his minions moved forward swiftly. Ice creeped out from under the primate’s paws as he retreated back towards the door cautiously.
An ethereal hippogriff strode to the creature’s side, glancing at the wounded primate with a slightly pitying gaze. He seemed to be closer to the age of the Queen and had more detail on his form than the other beasts. The black-tinted shield blossoming from the primate's staff continued to ward off Queen Novo and Cadence’s attacks as Gallus looked on cautiously as the hippogriff looked around. “I warned you about this.” “Oh shut up.” The diminutive storm biped hissed, tapping a small strange grey and red necklace around his neck. It almost looked to have the shape of a unicorn’s head on it…
“You traitor!” Queen Novo gasped, a few of the nobles seeming to recognize the ethereal hippogriff as they stared in horror at the newcomer. “Traitor? That implies I have been in your service, Queen Novo. Ever since you failed us, that has not been the case.” The hippogriff shrugged, watching the useless attacks from the rulers continue to beat against the shield. “We can take it from here, Sir.” The hippogriff added, the primate letting out a huff and vanishing in a cloud of grey smoke.
“Take them.” The final words left the arcane-hippogriff’s beak before he too vanished, Storm Creatures of all shapes and sizes pouring into the room. Cadence and Queen Novo were quickly pushed back towards the nobles, a few creatures darting to cut off Gallus and Silverstream. “Gallus!” Cadence called, sliding one of her side satchels to him with a magical toss. Barely having time to snag it, Gallus helped Silverstream away from the tables as the creatures began to surround them. From floor to ceiling, a barrier of dark pink energy snapped into existence, separating the two groups. Ice creeped up the energy field, formed a shoulder high physical wall that sparked angrily with arcane power. -----
“Use them! Take the big gem and press to your chest-tap three times!” Cadence yelled, a shield then snapping back into existence as Queen Novo lashed out with a guard’s spear to take the arcane head off one of the creatures. With a choked gasp, the storm creature faded into a thousand shards, no blood or gore left in its wake other than the smell of electrified air. Another quickly filled the vacant space, but this monster promptly screeched and vanished in a similar manner as Skystar sent a dagger into its skull with an expert throw. Gallus’ eyes widened, now at least slightly understanding what these creatures were- or could be. Magical Gollum’s? Like in old stories? No, the hippogriff spoke- and Queen Novo knew him! Perhaps arcane entities of some sort?
A storm creature got too close, and Gallus lashed out with a filleting knife and tore a gash in the apparition’s chest. Instead of meeting fierce resistance, it felt like Gallus was dragging the knife through thick cream; without substance or bone but maintaining shape nonetheless. With a choked shriek, the arcane creature vanished with a ‘SNAP’, prompting the others to back up slightly. They’re not that durable…
Reaching into the durable cloth satchel Cadence had tossed him, Gallus examine the hoofball-sized hunk of multicolored crystal; not appearing to be anything special. If anything, it looked like someone had taken a bite out of a building in the Crystal Empire. “Gallus! Hurry!” Cadence called as the creatures began to assault the shield with arcane weapons grasped in their clawed grips, swords and clubs battering the barrier relentlessly.
Pressing the crystal to his chest and tapping it three time, Gallus let out a gasp as the chunk of rock flattened and slid underneath the metal breastplate with a soft chime. Warmth spread to every part of Gallus’ frame, bits of crystal appearing around the edge of his breastplate and side plates. Small glowing crystal shards appeared to edge into his gauntlets, a small node forming on his left forelimb armor. The gryphon also felt a thin bit of something edge into the sides of his helmet. The gem set at the center of his breastplate also appeared to be edged by the odd crystal, blinking a soft blue.
The two other items in the satchel didn’t appear too useful; a small rod and the handle of a sword. “Gallus!” Cadence called over the increasingly loud battlefield, snaps of arcane energy echoing around the chamber. He could barely make out what she was saying… “….Keep you safe….adaptive…similar…crystal heart….focus….” One of the walls next to the door exploded as more creatures flooded in, drowning out the rest of her words. A small staff and sword handle. Better than nothing.
Silverstream looked up at him with a bleary gaze, something about the primate’s magic having knocked her senseless. Silver… The Storm Creatures seemed to have gotten their nerve back, a few edging closer with crude arcane clubs held in their grips. Obviously breaking bones wasn’t a problem for them, their orders calling for the pair alive. Holding the sword handle in one clawed hand, Gallus looked over the three attackers as they approached. Even without a blade, it would be useful for blocking! Strangely enough, the small rod-like weapon seemed to glue itself onto his shoulder when he let go of it.
“FOCUS ON SILVERSTREAM!” Cadence’s final words reached Gallus’ ears as the pieces slowly began to fall into place. Looking down to Silverstream, Gallus steadied his stance, energy flooding his frame. Isn’t this why I became a Squire, to protect you? To keep you safe?
Her face from moments ago rose to Gallus’ vision, the pink hippogriff’s eyes wide in fear as the Storm King had pointed his staff in her direction when the pair were hiding behind the stone table. “G-Gallus…” She had whispered, head shaking from side to side as her deepest nightmare had come true. “I’ll keep you safe Silverstream.” He had whispered, reaching down to give her claws a squeeze. “I promise.”
The armor around Gallus began to vibrate slightly with power, the gryphon’s eyes widening in realization. The crystal heart. Isn’t that powered by- The crystal in the center of the breastplate stopped flashing. With a snap of arcane energy, a blazing blade of teal energy grew from the sword hilt, a low hum beginning to fill the room. Love. “You won’t touch her!” Gallus roared, holding the sword at the ready as the hum began increase. The beast in Gallus’ heart was howling- and for the first time in his life, Gallus let it out without a leash.
The nearest Storm Beast took a step forward, and Gallus cleaved through its face with a single swipe. As the foe vanished with a choked ‘POP’, Gallus darting back to stab a smaller rodent creature through the chest as it crept towards Silverstream. Another large hulking creature then barreled towards him, and the gryphon threw himself at the arcane monster to send claws ripping across the enemy’s face. Refusing to be distracted, Gallus lashed out at any creature in range as they began to try and strike from all sides. Ducking a blow to his head, Gallus took the limb off the offending storm beast, then turning to stab another in the face as it tried to grab Silverstream. Outnumbered ten to one. Let them come! As he turned, the gryphon raised his unarmed set of claws to block the arcane club swinging for his head, two of the creatures attacking at once to try and overwhelm the Squire. One of them paid for their attempt, but Gallus didn’t have enough time to block the other’s strike. If only I had a- The air in front of Gallus shimmered, and a sturdy magical shield blossomed from his armored forearm, the crystal encrusted edges glowing. Shield? Wait, Cadence said it was adaptive- Oh. OH!
Hopping to his feet, Gallus dove into the fight with renewed vigor, sword lashing at any creature within reach as the shield protected him from the worst of the blows. Never more than a step or two away from Silverstream, Gallus hacked through limb and body alike, tearing the arcane forms apart with his beak as one creature tried to grab his neck. The blows that did get through didn’t seem to reach his hide, the weapons instead glancing off hardened crystal that ebbed and flowed against the metal armor.
As another creature vanished into magical threads, the remaining ten or so backed up, each not wanting to venture into the striking range of the enraged gryphon. A feline entity seemed to roll its eyes, casually pulling two items from a small satchel and tossing them towards the pair. Homing in onto Gallus and Silverstream’s limbs, the black-braided bracelets latched onto their wrists and refused to let go, the evil thread pulsing steadily and with increasing intensity. What…are these?! -End Previous Song-
As a triumphant roar sounded from the entrance as the ten creatures stationed at the door fell under combined assault of the full strength of the royal Hippogriff Guards, the others barely able to strike blows before being torn apart. The icy energy field remained in the center of the room however, the ten creatures near Gallus vanishing in a puff of arcane smoke.
Dragging Silverstream to the barrier, Gallus found himself looking into the eyes of a horrified Ocean Flow, tears beginning to gather as Cadence looked at the pair. A blow from the sword didn’t even scratch the wall of ice and energy, and Gallus simply waited for the rulers to speak.
“Arcane marking bracelets. That is old magic, and quite powerful. You’re about to be transported- it’s probably taking longer thanks to that gem.” The Princess explained, the bracelets beginning to flash faster. “We will find you both Gallus, just hang on. We won’t give up on you!” Queen Novo said, wings slightly flared as she looked at the pair beyond the barrier.
“G-GALLUS!” Ocean Flow cried, tears flowing down her cheeks as the Queen draped a comforting wings over the distraught mother. “Keep me daughter safe! Please!” She begged, the arcane bracelets now beginning to hum. Making sure the shining sword was still held tight in a set of talons, Gallus reached down to hold Silverstream’s limp claws with the other as he looked back to Ocean Flow. “I promise.”
The pair then vanished in a flash of light, Gallus’ world going dark. As his body was twisted and warped through the teleportation spell, the gryphon’s final words echoed through his mind. I will keep you safe Silverstream. I promised to myself I would, I promised to your mother, And I promised to you.
Chapter Thirteen: Where Light Shines, Shadows Flee
When Gallus’ eyes cleared from the teleportation spell, all the gryphon saw was a purple arcane form leering at him. Energy sparked from the feline’s body as it laughed at the gryphon. “Well hello-AAARG!” Arm snapping forward, Gallus sent his sword ripping through the strange creature; not caring to hear whatever else it was going to say. The sharp blow to his head ended any further resistance as the gryphon’s world faded to black. -----
“So who is he?” Celestia asked, looking at the fellow rulers sitting at the royal Canterlot conference table. The large forms of each monarch and princess made the decently sized wooden piece of furniture look actually small. “I know the hippogriff- that’s it.” Queen Novo remarked, briefly looking to the others- Cadence, Luna, Celestia, and Twilight respectively. “He’s one of the more quiet nobles- and more respectful, so I thought. How long he planned this treachery I don’t know. But that explains how this other primate could find every creature so perfectly.” Novo muttered darkly, Luna then glancing to her sister. The other rulers didn’t seem to notice it- but the lunar princess could see small embers in Celestia’s mane as the monarch’s exterior cool demeanor was barely containing her inner turmoil. “We only know what you all know.” Luna stated calmly, not wanting her sister to have any more time to dwell on her perceived failure.
“Ever since the royal vaults were raided, we all understood something was going on near the Badlands and the Forbidden Jungle south of here. Until now, we didn’t know other than rumors and suspicion. We only recently had a general idea- but we still hadn’t sent any scouts yet.” Cadence nodded, raising a hoof briefly.
“Well, let’s focus on what we do know. It isn’t the Storm King, but he knew enough about that to try and play to the hippogriff’s fears and use an illusion. We also know the necklace he wore looked identical to the Alicorn Amulet- as confirmed by Queen Novo, yet that item should have been hidden by Zecora a long time….” Celestia shook her head, raising a hoof to interject as Twilight’s ears perked up as well.
“Zecora came to me some months ago actually. I didn’t think much of it at the time; but she asked for me to hold the artifact in the royal vaults temporarily. In her own words ‘Strange things have been happening close by, it may be best to keep this piece so none may pry.’” Twilight’s expression instantly became more troubled to match Cadence’s- the Alicorn of Love sighing sadly. “And you assumed it was just a random occurrence?” Celestia nodded, clearly displeased with herself. “Yes. It wasn’t only after we began to get more concrete reports of strange goings-on in the badlands I began to be wary. But since they are so geographically isolated, I didn’t pay it a second thought. And now we have the current situation- yet the amulet is still in our vaults.” “Princess Celestia, have the tests been run yet on it yet?” Twilight asked, prompting the other ruler to nod.
“Yes, they should be completed shortly. Cursory testing indicated the amulet still had the same magical signature- but an more detailed study is ongoing.” Celestia explained. “We also know this creature has an army of…energy creatures? They seemed self-aware though- some sort of old magic?” Cadence mused as Queen Novo grew increasingly uncomfortable.
“If you can explain, Princess Celestia and Luna? I still find such magic unnerving ever since learning about it years ago.” Novo muttered, Twilight then looking to Celestia in surprise and speaking. “What is she talking about?”
A soft chime then echoed through the room as Celestia’s eyes narrowed. “Hold on, I believe we have a message.” She muttered, adjusting a communication spell to redirect the magical energy into the room. “I think our mutual fiend wants to talk. Queen Novo? I believe you have the biggest stake here.” Celestia remarked, yielding the floor to the hippogriff Queen. A shimmering portal of blue fire opened at the end of the table, the top half of a familiar biped filling the entire image. “Well, well, well! The most powerful ponies and seapony talking to me! I’m flattered.” The primate chuckled, red eyes looking over the rulers with an almost hungry gaze. “If you are so flattered, why don’t you introduce yourself? You did attack my kingdom and abduct my niece.” Novo asked, standing to face the individual with a steely expression on her face.
“Oh but of course! This didn’t go to plan at all- no no no. I didn’t even intend on having this conversation, so I suppose some introductions must be made!” The creature mused, then bowing in a seemingly mocking manner briefly, his clawed hand grasping at a familiar black staff. Almost as tall as he was, the charcoal-colored wood was set with hoof-sized oval blue crystals, strange runes inscribed on the mineral and wood alike.
“If my cousin fancied himself the Storm King, I supooooose you can call me the Ice King! Or perhaps I.C? HAH! Icey! An abbreviation! King with a hard C!” He cackled, Novo appearing unphased as she pointed a claw to the unhinged primate. “What do you want?” She asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
“To be left alone! Of course that’s not a simple matter for you is it- but I’m glad you asked!” The Ice King chuckled, then waving to someone off the portal as a familiar voice cried out. “Auntie? Is that you?” “Silverstream!” Novo gasped, then getting her emotions under control. “Oh yes, the pink one. Quite unpleasant the next test is going to be, but can’t be avoided of course…” IC mused, then gestured around himself. The primate then seemed to get misty eyed, leaning on a dark green ledge under the portal.
“It’s nice here, so unlike the frozen glaciers of home. A lovely place near the jungle, east of the badlands. Half scorching desert, half inhospitable jungle. Prime real-estate for my new empire!” “You expect us to recognize your claim after what you have done?” Novo added as the others looked on. “You don’t have a choice!” IC proclaimed gleefully, then waved a set of fingers off-portal. “And not because of this pink one. Oh no. The tests will be painful, and hopefully she’ll survive. The blue one is…eh, not sure actually. I told them to keep him under control.” He mused, then shrugging, as he appeared to talk to himself.
“Oh I have to leave my home because my methods are so different and now this setback. Your warnings were wrong, you’ll see. I already have thousands within such a short time- did you have that cousin? DID YOU?” Then seeming to remember the portal, IC looked back. “All I want is to build my kingdom in peace. A beautiful immortal paradise!” He crowed, gesturing around the now-visible room, solid stone and lit with an odd green glow. “Of course, the foundation might be a bit messy, but all in the name of progress.”
“What are the conditions for the release of Silverstream and Gallus?” Novo asked through a grit beak. “Conditions? None! Can’t have them back! Not yet at least. Honestly it would have been easier if that stupid pearl shard was attached to someone else!” IC added. “Or then again, if it was you, that would have made things so much harder! But, random chance being what it is…” “You took her by chance?!” Novo asked, blinking incredulously as IC nodded. “But of course! Her pearl shard is a perfect match for the spells I want to employ! Not any old shard would do; my lovely assistant could have given me his! No, hers matched perfectly! I mean I don’t know what these tests will do to her, but then I’ll be one step closer to perfection!”
“You seem to be rather certain that no rescue attempt will take place, and that we’ll simply sit by as you start your claim with a hostile action. This amounts to war. ” Novo stated, IC nodding with a chuckle- Celestia nudging the hippogriff’s claw with a hoof briefly. “Of course not! I suppose I should state my terms. The walls should be about done after all!” The Ice King proclaimed, actually hopping up and down with joy. “If any creature tries to rescue these two- or makes any hostile movement against my kingdom, I’ll hit the offending nation with a spell! A beautiful spell actually- crafted and currently aimed at a main city in each nation! Well, two cities. I wonder how many minions that would produce?” IC cackled. “Even with your power, can you defend a random city at whim? I don’t think so. And maybe I’ll shift it around! So call it a war all you want- but there will be no fights, no moving of creatures into my kingdom!”
“You are no king.” Celestia rumbled- her voice steady and sure yet maintaining a knife’s edge. “You attack a peaceful nation, abduct the subjects under the protection of multiple principalities, and demand to be recognized as a kingdom? You are a necromancer, a cheap copy of a ruler who draws power from a force he doesn’t truly understand.” The Alicorn hissed, prompting the jovial mood of the Ice King to evaporate.
“Necromancer? A harsh term for those who don’t understand my work.” IC growled, gesturing with his staff and showing a projection of arcane creatures. The outlines of pony, griffin, feline and storm beast were easily distinguishable; but the finer details were smoothed over with purple crackling energy. “I hardly raise the dead or any such acts! I simple give these poor creatures a longer life! Gone is hunger and pain! Well, mostly. They get the benefits of a body with minimal annoyances!” “Sounds too good to be true.” Celestia growled.
IC shrugged, waving his staff casually. “Only to those who don’t understand, and I don’t expect you to. You don’t need to.” His demeanor continued to grow a bit more hostile, the necromancer glaring at the rulers. “Stay out of my way and I won’t start turning cities into lesser slaves. Those are the terms. I’ll send back these two when my work is done- if they survive. If you don’t like it, not my problem!” “You have declared war on three nations with your actions- and until you return Silverstream and Gallus we will not stand idly by!” Celestia proclaimed, prompting the necromancer to laugh. “Oh? Do tell what you can do! I’ll gladly turn a city into glowing pile of-YOWCH!”
The primate promptly yanked his paw away from the ledge- a small circle of light glowing on the stone slab. “Do not forget your place necromancer.” Celestia growled as her horn ceased to hum with magic. “Were you not holding our cities hostage, this conversation would have been over within but a minute.” Seeming rather put-off by the beam of sunlight that had scorched his hand inside the castle, the necromancer grumbled and reached over to tap a something out of view. “And yet I am. Such actions are necessary to allow my work to continue as it should, speaking of which…”
As a pink hippogriff’s screams echoed through the portal, the room temperature increased notably, and a horrified Queen’s claws dug into the wooden table. “I did say this wouldn’t be pleasant…”
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Gallus let out a groan, a warmth on the back of his head bringing the gryphon out of unconsciousness. What hit me? Must have been quite a smack- wearing a helmet and all. His eyes snapped open as the full situation came crashing down. Silverstream!
A quick glance around revealed a rather disheartening sight. The dark greyish-green stone walls seemed to be smoothly sculpted, the rectangular cell housing a few other chains and restraints. The gryphon was in the middlemost one, arms spread wide and manacles set tight against all four limbs. The wall ahead of him was a solid crisscross of metal bars as thick as the gryphon’s arm- a simple door leading in and out. Well, lovely.
Somehow his armor hadn’t been removed- perhaps due to… “Oh, bird brain is awake.” An arcane feline chuckled as he sauntered in, leaving the door open as four storm beasts accompanied him. “Y’know, we were just told to keep you under control. I assume that means rough you up a bit. We certainly owe you for that too.” The cat growled as the storm beasts nodding in agreement. “That stab of yours hurt, so I certainly would like a bit of payback!”
Gallus yanked on the manacles as the feline approached, noting an oddity in his field of view. Wait. Why is the sword handle on my shoulder? Not that I can reach it though- how can I get out of here? How adaptive IS this armor I wonder?
The gryphon’s question was answered as a warm pressure slid down his limbs, crystal edging onto the iron restraints. So it can adapt…to get me out of here? How does it even- He promptly stopped caring how the armor could sense his predicament, and only focused on the fact that one of his iron manacles snapped in half, crystal having popped the seams on the wrist cuffs. “WHAT THE-”
Snapping his claws to his chest, Gallus scrambled to grasp the sword handle that was adhered to his shoulder. Just as the feline drew a purple blade, the sword in the gryphon’s grasp snapped to life. The other three restraints broke at the same time, dropping Gallus to the floor as he swung the weapon at neck height. Neatly taking the head off the feline, the gryphon rounded on the other four storm beasts; the gaggle of enemies starting to back up as one let out a low worried grunt. “Uh oh.”
Other than a series of choked yells, the arcane beasts weren’t able to even call for help as Gallus launched himself at them. A sword buried itself into the throat of the first, the gryphon’s talons tearing into the second with ease. The third scored a sharp hit to Gallus' side with a club- a stab from the sword being his reward. The fourth actually made it halfway down the dimly lit stone hallway before Gallus’ sword buried itself in its back- the throw having hit true.
Chest heaving, Gallus picked the weapon off the floor as the storm beast vanished with a pop, scanning the hallway for clues. Built from the same odd dark stone as the cell, the hall ended at a series of stairs in front of the gryphon, extending to a series of rooms back towards the cell. Torches flickering with green fire were placed every few dozen feet, sending alien lights dancing this way and that. Well heading up would give me a good place to see where- His sensitive ears picked up a sound that sent a shiver down Gallus’ spine. Was that a scream?
First it was a fast walk, then a jog- and then a sprint as the gryphon honed in on the sound. Closing the door to the cell-hallway, Gallus took two steps at a time as he dashed upwards, the sounds emanating a good four stories above him. I know that voice. Please let it not be…
The closer he got, the more certain of the voice Gallus became. Rage threatened to overwhelm the Squire’s thoughts as the gryphon took a few deep breaths, pausing at the current floor. From a brief glance outside a distorted glass window in the stairwell, they were fairly high off the ground- but any detail other than a vague horizon was impossible to discern. Wait. That’s the voice of that fake storm king!
There were no guards as Gallus inched the heavy stone door open- darting inside to hide behind some large metal crates that were scattered across the room. The circular space was piled with such storage containers here and there, most hugging the walls and leaving space for the strange equipment in the center. On one wall, the evil primate stood talking to a brightly lit portal. Behind him and to the right, a series of greenish-black stone console stood, inlaid with crystal displays and dials. Behind them, two large crystal cylinders stood, one of whom held a limp occupant.
Purple and green magical tendrils wrapping around the pearl shard, dark magic also licked across Silverstream’s limbs as the hippogriff hung prone, suspended by thin metal chains behind the transparent glass.
A fiery rage that Gallus had never before felt lit the gryphon’s bones aflame- the Squire wanting nothing more than to tear the primate apart. Silverstream…hang on!Wait. Is that Queen Novo talking?
Gallus listened in on the conversation- slowly making his way along the wall behind the crates. If he could make a few daring hops, he could get right behind the primate and have Silverstream to his right. Hang on Silver…
“…the Ice King!” The primate then cackled, gesturing around the room and then turning his attention back to the portal, giving Gallus the opportunity to hop behind another series of crates. So close! Wait. Is that Celestia? What does she mean, a necromancer?! Isn’t that evil magic? Another few moments, and another few hops as Gallus inched closer. The conversation between the rulers was interesting;but he couldn’t focus on it just yet! The gryphon’s attention was suddenly captures as a beam of light pierced the ceiling, solid stone bubbling away and dripping to the floor. The primate let out a yelp- the light apparently having hit his hand. Was that Celestia’s doing? Gallus continued to creep forwards, ears perked for any threats.
“I did say this wouldn’t be pleasant…” The necromancer muttered, reaching over to grasp a familiar dark wood staff and wave it towards Silverstream. Gallus’ eyes widened in horror as the dark magic intensified around the hippogriff, causing her to let out a painful scream. His eyes widened in shock as Silverstream’s limbs shook with the strain, finally flopping limp as the dark magic ceased the intense exercise. The crystal armor on Gallus’ chest began to glow a dull red, the gryphon having to bite a talon to prevent a horrified gasp from leaving his beak. He’s torturing her?! Just for some test? For his ‘science?’ The rage was now like a welder’s flame- intense and focused on a singular target. The beast in Gallus’ heart was eager, prowling in his mind as it waited to strike.
“Hmm. Odd that such a cursory test would bring such pain…” IC mused, apparently ignoring the livid rulers on the other side of the portal to adjust a few crystal diodes and wave the staff again. Silverstream’s intense screams nearly had Gallus jumping out from behind the crates- the gryphon forcing himself to remain hidden, if for but another moment. Tears wet his eyes on hearing the one he loved in so much pain- talons shaking slightly as they gripped the sword. Gallus hadn’t fully understood what could drive some creatures to kill. Moments in Griffinstone to save his own life in defense made it a bit more clear in that regards. Yet that was to protect himself, this… This is to protect the one I love! After a long few moments, Silverstream fell quiet as IC turned back to the rulers. Gallus’ eyes narrowed on the back of the creature’s head, adrenaline dumping into his frame as he looked over to Silverstream a final time. You dare torture her? The beast in Gallus’ heart was smiling now as the gryphon broke into a soft sprint, but a few bounds from the necromancer. She gave me everything! And you DARE-
But a few strides away, Gallus took a final hop and spread his wings- IC actually chuckling as he looked at the horrified rulers. “We have nothing more to discuss. Stay out of my way, or more will join that hippogriff’s place! I think that is-”
The primate’s words were cut off as he turned, an eagle-like cry sounding from above his head. The sword held in Gallus’ claws no longer burned with a soft blue light, but an angry crimson that spat sparks of energy from a serrated blade. A thin film of red crystal now stretched across the gryphon’s helmet as he sent the sword slamming into the shoulder blade of the primate. With a scream, the necromancer bat franticly at the gryphon as Gallus dug his claws into yielding flesh, twisting the sword violently as the wound spat angry purple tendrils. His claws ripped across a snarling face- and with a final twist of the weapon the primate vanished with a horrified yelp. Scanning for any other threats, Gallus’ gaze then rested on the crystal container. Silver! Taking a deep breath as the rage turned to fear, Gallus looked over the crystal controls numbly. A blow from his sword didn’t even phase the transparent glass around Silver. On the console, the language was nothing like he had ever seen- so short of breaking things… His eyes narrowed- then spying the staff on the floor. Oh, I can break stuff.
Picking up the staff, Gallus looked it over before placing it between two crates; splitting it in half with his sword. The resulting backlash from the dark magic unleashed pushed him back a few paces- but Gallus only nodded approvingly as he walked back towards the destroyed weapon. The large crystals on the top half were apparently intact- so Gallus promptly yanked them out and set them aside. I can do some damage here! At least, I hope. And maybe this will help me get Silver free!
As the crystals were removed, an odd hum emanated from behind the containment cylinders. Trotting to take a look, Gallus’ eyes widened as a series of runic circles became visible. Each glowed with a dark purple energy as pieces of stone dotted the entire area. Wait. Removing one of the black stones, Gallus watched as the rune exploded- the magic funneling towards where the stone once lay and then vanishing as the spell fragmented. These stone contain the rune magic? Gallus knew he had seen the stones before- but couldn’t place it. Quickly slashing a line through each rune, the Squire grabbed a clawfull of the stones and placed them with the staff crystals, then looked at the crystal controls again. Nothing!
A dull roar at the bottom of the stairwell was a telltale sign that he was running out of time. Taking aim, Gallus swung the sword with all his might at the base of the crystal control panel- And almost fell on his rear as the sword carved through the base like butter. With a series of angry sparks, the control panel flopped over as the front of the containment crystal opened- a seamless door now becoming visible. Dashing inside, Gallus looked over Silverstream and his heart ached. There were angry welts on her wrists, near the manacles that held her to the roof- matching those near her hooves. The pearl shard still glowed with angry dark magic- the artifact vibrating this way and that as though trying to escape the evil spell encompassing it. “Silver?” Gallus asked, and quickly cut down the chains holding the hippogriff. Silverstream didn’t even let out a mumble- total dead weight as Gallus dragged her out onto the floor. How can I get out of here?!
Running over and closing the nearest door and slamming a large metal lock into place, Gallus then returned to Silverstream. Quickly shoving the odd crystals and rocks into his empty side satchels, the gryphon shook Silverstream without any effect. I’ll carry you then!
The sword obediently welded itself to Gallus’ shoulder armor on being pressed, and Gallus slid under Silverstream to carry her crosswise on his back. It was hardly ideal- but it’d have to do! Trotting to another door across the room, Gallus looked around and then ran down the hallway as Silverstream flopped on his back like a bag of bread. Hang in there Silver!
The hallway in front of Gallus ended in a massive window that spanned from floor to ceiling- rooms branching off to either side on the way. No stairs…I hope this works! “GET HIM!” A roar sounded from behind Gallus, and the gryphon broke into a sprint. One of the doors to his left opened- and a storm beast nearly caught him with a swing from a sword as long as the Squire’s arm. Almost…there!
At the last second, Gallus twisted- holding his left arm out as he half-hugged Silverstream with his right. SHIELD! The armor complied- an arcane barrier blossoming into existence as the gryphon and hippogriff crashed through the thick glass. Still holding onto Silverstream, Gallus spread his wings and let out a painful grunt as he took her full weight. Adjusting his hold to carry the limp hippogriff under his arms, the gryphon’s eyes widened on seeing the sight below him.
The sun had gone down, and for miles strange tents and purple runes dotted the ground, each as big as a house. Distant creatures milled about, but even Gallus’ eyes couldn’t pick out the details. Behind him the barren plains of the badlands stretched out- a distant blue glow visible in any direction he looked.
Dead ahead however, the runes abruptly ended against an unyielding wall of foliage. The forbidden jungle? Then over there are the Macintosh hills? No better place to hide.
Gallus didn’t have much of a choice though- his wings couldn’t keep the two of them aloft forever. Thankfully the glide put them well into the jungle though. It appeared there was less development on the jungle side than the badlands one…for obvious reason. It’s not called Forbidden for nothing. But that means they’ll be loath to follow!
As the ground vanished into trees and vines, Gallus struggled to stay aloft as long as possible. He now could see the distant glow was a wall- but made of what the gryphon wasn’t sure. It was still many miles off, and there were hundreds of acres of jungle between the tower and the distant barrier. Hopefully we can hide…they can’t cover all that territory easily.
Unable to keep his wings open any longer, Gallus landed on top of a rather firm tree. Chest heaving, Gallus then saw a sinister glow light up behind them and distant yells reached his ears. Oh no. Yanking Silverstream down, the gryphon found semi-firm ground underneath his claws as he slung the hippogriff across his back once again. The dark jungle tore at the gryphon’s armor with leering tendrils, yet the Squire bolted onwards, path lit by the gentle blue light of the crystal encrusted gem in his chest. Lungs burning and limbs aching, Gallus dashed at an angle away from the furious search party, a singular thought driving his actions. Keep. Silverstream. Safe.
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No words were spoken in the conference room for a good few minutes. The image on the communication’s portal was frozen- prompting a grim smile from Luna and a horrified expression from Twilight who finally broke the silence. “Cadence? What did that armor do to Gallus?” She whispered, the other Alicorn meeting Celestia’s gaze briefly. “You know the answer to that Twilight. You just don’t like it.” Celestia whispered as she turned back to the portal. Slightly blurry but detailed nonetheless, Gallus was shown burying a crimson sword to its hilt in the necromancer’s shoulder. A horrified expression was on the primate’s face as talons bit into its cheek and nose and were beginning to tear at magical flesh. Even though partially hidden behind a crystal visor, Gallus’ expression was that of righteous fury, muscles bunched as he drove talon and sword home into the necromancer’s form.
“The armor is adaptive, and reactive.” Cadence stated softly, gesturing to the portal. “It’s a prototype- and I didn’t think it would take to Gallus so well, but I’m glad it did. It is reacting to his intentions and helping as best it can.” “S-so it isn’t making…” Twilight muttered, ears pinned backwards slightly. “It is not controlling him in any way- it’s the opposite actually.” Cadence added, Luna then speaking up. “Gallus was witnessing the one he loves tortured. What would any of us do to prevent such a fate to any creature?” She asked, finally causing Twilight to nod. “I’ve just never seen anyone look like that…” “And for that, we are all thankful, Twilight.” Celestia said lovingly, turning off the portal and giving the younger Alicorn a brief hug with a wing. “In war, this is commonplace- something I am glad you have been spared. That said, you should get back to Ponyville. I’ll be sending some researchers your way tomorrow. We’ll need to have countermeasures for necromancy- and I’d like you to head the effort.”
Twilight nodded numbly, vanishing with a soft ‘pop’ of an arcane teleportation spell. “A wise choice I think. I couldn’t bear watch Twilight become jaded and unsettled by war.” Cadence sighed, shaking her head. “Even so, it might not be avoidable. If it is, I would like to avoid that, for that same reason.” Celestia agreed, Luna nodding as well. Queen Novo finally spoke up, eyes a bit more steely than the Alicorn’s. “I am glad to see Gallus is alive and well- and I certainly sympathize at wanting to shield Twilight, at least a bit. She’s a sweet pony, and war could take that from her.” The hippogriff mused, then shaking her head. “Now then. We know Gallus is alive- and possibly free. Assuming the worst, he’s still captive. At best, he’s held inside that massive ice wall.” Novo continued. “Celestia, you have my full support to contain this threat and any other actions you seek to take- but we’ll need help.”
Celestia nodded, a grim smile dawning on her features. “I’ll have ambassadors sent within the hour to the dragon and griffin kingdoms- I think they’ll both be able to help us.” “And if they do not?” Novo countered, eyes narrowing. Luna now sported a slight smile as embers ignited in Celestia’s mane, the older Alicorn standing up a bit straighter. “Then we will manage- but I know they will respond.”
She then sighed, looking to the table with a furrowed brow. “Hold on Gallus…Silverstream…” She whispered, Novo’s steely demeanor finally cracking. “Keep my niece safe Gallus….” The queen whispered, sharing in the other ruler’s hopes. Luna stayed silent, not trusting to voice her own thoughts in such an elegant manner. I think the necromancer has more to fear from you Gallus, than he does us. Stay safe my little gryphon, and keep the one you love within arm’s reach.
The ethereal hippogriff winced as black tinted ice spread across the floor- a livid primate taking a few deep breaths as the two stared at the ruined equipment. “Sulfid, do you understand how inconveniencing this is?” The necromancer hissed, prompting the noble hippogriff to shake his head. “Not entirely. I am still surprised there weren’t more guards. I did say-” “Do not finish that sentence.” IC growled, glaring at the noble. “You were correct in that the holding cells should have been moved. As I explained before, the runes here disrupt your forms- all except the higher echelons at least. That is why you are here, and the others are not. The troops who responded are still regenerating.”
Sulfid shrugged his wings as he looked around briefly, then gesturing to the ruined runes behind the open containment cell. “He took some of the stones, disrupted the runes, and smashed your staff? Are you certain everyone is loyal? This is what a planned attack would have caused, not some gryphon bodyguard.” The necromancer waved a hand, picking up half of the ruined staff and reforming it into a smaller version of its former self. “I am certain, but will certainly investigate.” He growled. “I believe he simply got lucky, but we can’t rule out anything else. That being said, the loss of both the staff and the pearl shard is annoying, and the disruption of the runes caused a feedback loop.” “Meaning?” The hippogriff asked, letting out a wince as IC bounded forward and poked his chest. The arcane energy rippled, giving into the touch a lot more than it should have. “It means, that we are in a dearth of energy. It will take another day or two before I can restore the necromantic channels into the leylines- but before that can even initiate, we need a bridge of additional energy to prevent a complete collapse.”
Sulfid blinked, then shook his head fiercely. “A bridge? Oh no no no, I see where you are going with this. I cannot advise that!” He muttered, prompting IC to chuckled. “Go ahead, don’t advise me. Two hundred bodies or so will suffice. In fact, there’s a small pony trading settlement near the edge of the badlands we can utilize. It is still dark out- the Princess’s won’t know its fate until sunrise, or perhaps later when their army actually gets here which is another few days at least.” “You will bring down the sun onto us!”
IC shook his head, the purple magic tendrils flaring around his crimson eyes. “Not fully. The other runes are intact, as are the other artifacts. I still have targeted two cities in every kingdom- well, three in Equestria. If we don’t act now, we start to lose bodies. I will drain that town and brace for the counter-attack. Besides, letting loose a large attack now may allow for a compromised standstill in which we can win conventional warfare.”
The hippogriff hated the logic; technically correct, but still madness. “So you are expecting them to respond?” IC chuckled, waving a hand and turning one of the walls transparent to survey the slowly growing machine of progress below them. Massive runes were slowly and meticulously being carved into the lifeless dirt as more tents and squat stone buildings rose from the dust. All were lit by the same teal ethereal fire that inhabited the active runes. “Expect? Oh yes. My request was to have them leave me alone. The fact I am infringing on their kingdom warrants a counter gesture. The question is how severe said attack will be. I am confident we can endure it, mainly because our regenerative power isn’t bound by mortal limits. Also, I’ll drain one of their metropolitan areas if they respond with overwhelming force. If their attack is weak, then I’ll test a stronger response to find the limit.” He mused, seeing the hippogriff start to nod.
“So this is a test to see how much they value two hundred lives? If they respond too harshly, they risk more cities to fall, yet too soft will cause instability within. Push until their attacks aren’t easily repelled to find an acceptable impasse.” Sulfid mused, starting to see the mad king in a more respectable light. “Forgive my doubting, that does make sense. It is a different game with the power of Alicorns and a hippogriff Queen in play I suppose.”
IC nodded, looking out across his growing empire with a grin. “All is forgiven, and you are correct. One must deal with these opponents as they are- not knights or pawns, but kings and queens on the board. However, considering the Sun Princess has been defeated multiple times in the past year, I expect to only get a sunburn. I believe her powers to be greatly exaggerated.” He then paused, looking back at the hippogriff. “That said…” The primate’s eyes then narrowed to spear Sulfid to the core. “Find that gryphon and the pearl shard. The hippogriff needs to be alive- but whatever condition that may be is irrelevant. Once I can examine that shard, I might be able to bring hundreds under our rule with a single spell. As for the gryphon, kill him if needs be. The stones can be replaced- the crystals and the shard much less so.” IC then let a rather savage grin split his features. “Let your subordinates know- if they fail, I won’t have to enact punishment. They won’t regenerate fully unless we have all our pieces in place, which we currently do not.”
Sulfid cast a quick salute and dashed off- mentally shuddering. The idea of spending an unknown time in a timeless void more than enough to send him soaring into the air from a nearby balcony. IC watched his commander dive to the bottom floor, letting a bit of savage rage seep from his previously composed frame. “You got lucky, gryphon runt. I’ll find you soon enough. You just took a two hundred life loan from me.”
The spell was simple to weave and cast- a scintillating wave of purple and black magic arcing through the night towards the target over the horizon. He had spent the previous hours etching the runes for this very purpose, so such a seamless casting was to be expected. Over a hundred miles away, the inhabitants of a sleepy trading village didn’t even have time to scream as their lives were snuffed out in an instant, leaving scorched bodies in the spell’s wake. The runes inside the ice walls abruptly began to glow brighter as the energy was absorbed by the evil magic, low reserves now being bolstered to acceptable levels as the fresh energy was used to draw further power from darker places.
“I’ve just taken one of your pawns Celestia. Will you strike with a pawn in turn? Or do I warrant a queen’s punch, if you can even summon such a gesture.” The necromancer hissed, turning to check the status of the various magical barriers around his kingdom. “If you haven’t moved a chess piece by mid-day, I’ll assume I can take another turn. Surely that will be enough time for you to decide.” -----
Gallus snapped awake, chest heaving as a fading bit of moonlight squirmed through a slight stone gap in the ceiling. His entire body was sore, and the numerous scratches and scrapes on his hide stung like crazy. But they were alive, and that was saying something. He must have only slept for a few hours- the full moon giving plenty of light through the fist-sized hole in the ceiling as it began to journey down the sky. The sun would most likely rise within an hour or two…
His own pain was put on hold as the gryphon padded over to Silverstream who lay prone on a stone slab. The mad dash last night had yielded this cave as a shelter- barely a dozen feet off the ground at that but surprisingly deep underground. The pile of boulders had been sheltering this decently-sized cavern, enough for about ten gryphons to stand in. A smaller passage led off the opposite end of the entrance- only a few fist-sized rocks blocking the emergency exit that was buried under rotting grass and wood.
One way in, two ways out, both of which were hidden; not bad. If Gallus was right, they had a river close by too. He had passed by the cave and then doubled back on hitting the water’s edge- drinkable water was a plus… I just have to think about surviving in the woods near Griffinstone. Need food, water, shelter. Checkmark on the last two…
First though was Silverstream. The hippogriff was still out cold, a crude bandage encasing her back right thigh. It had been dark and it was a patchy job at best- but the sword blow that Gallus had dodged on leaving the tower had indeed found a mark, just not in his hide. The gash was a good few claw lengths long- but not too deep. It looked like the grass and vine bandage had caused the bleeding to slow, and possibly stop thankfully.
Gallus swallowed, nerves threatening to rise up as he looked at the pearl shard still vibrating with dark magic. Next to it, one of the stones he had stolen from the tower lay- it seemed to suppress the evil energies slightly. That made sense, considering Gallus had seen chunks of this stone in new textbooks detailing the destruction of a changeling throne.
Even if he was wrong, at this point the gryphon would take whatever advantages he could get. I can bandage a wound- and other stuff thanks to Gyld’s first aid classes. But this is magic- how do I help that?! He wondered, pulling up one of Silverstream’s eyelids. Purple flames promptly began to leak from the comatose hippogriff’s eyes, prompting the gryphon to take a step back.
“I don’t know how to fix this.” Gallus muttered, reaching over to hold Silverstream’s claws in his own. As he sat looking at Silver, a slow realization crept into the young gryphon’s heart. There were very few times he had genuinely been scared- living on the streets had dulled him to quite a few worrisome situations. But now, being helpless as the one he loved most lay under some sort of magical torment, Gallus was terrified. For all he knew, Silver might die right in front of him- and there would be nothing he could do about it.
That simple thought cemented itself into Gallus' mind, and the implications sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine. It scared him more than the storm beasts or even the crazed Ice King. What if she was gone? What if I lost her forever?
Gallus’ talons tightened into a fist, the gryphon shaking his head. I can’t dwell on that. I have to do something! Walking closer, Gallus reached over and held the dark-magic inflicted pearl shard. “How do I help this? Is this spell what’s affecting you?” He whispered. I don’t know any magic, only that one rune spell Gyld taught me. That won’t do any good against this, what can I-? Gallus blinked as a familiar warm feeling slid down his arm, liquid-like crystal wrapping around his talon and then encasing the pearl shard. The dark magic seem to shudder slightly and recoil as the crystal wove a small barrier around it, encasing the evil energy to a smaller portion of the shard. His breastplate then blinked, the gryphon’s armor suddenly becoming much colder and heavier. Withdrawing into a large shard, the crystal hoofball-shaped chunk promptly dropped to the floor and began to blink slowly, light beginning to pool at the bottom of the oval. It shimmered briefly, and the green light grew in intensity slightly- settling at the bottom.
It’s almost like it’s filling up, the light dripping into a reservoir that- oooooooooooh! “You’re out of power.” Gallus muttered, startled as the armor blinked once as though answering. “Well. Ok then, at least I know the limits of it. And-” The gryphon looked over to Silverstream again, relieved to see the pearl shard still holding onto the pieces of the crystal. “So it can split even when recharging, ok…” Silverstream stirred, mumbling in her sleep.
That’s the first time she’s spoken or even moved. Holding her claws tightly, Gallus carefully moved Silverstream into a more comfortable resting position, holding a wing over her side. He couldn’t help but smile as the armor glowed a bit brighter at the gesture. Well if it’s powered by love, no trouble there. Rising up through the shock and the nerves, a few burning tears edged into Gallus’ eyes. “I can’t lose you.” He whispered, leaning over to rest his cheek against Silverstream’s shoulder lightly. Somehow talking to the sleeping hippogriff eased his fears ever so slightly. “I tried to keep you safe. I tried, but we’re still here. I’m sorry...” Gallus took a few breaths, nuzzling Silver’s shoulder and wanting nothing more than for her to pop up with her usual energy.
“I don’t want you to leave me.” With those words, a lightning bolt seared Gallus’ heart and mind. “I don’t want to leave you, ever.” He whispered, holding her claws tightly. That almost sounds like- “And I won’t.” The gryphon added, a few tears now leaking from his tired eyes. “Y-you know, I told your parents about another visit. I said we’d visit more, and then they mentioned maybe a visit without you knowing. I was thinking about it before that though.” Gallus said, still holding Silverstream close with his wing. “You know what I said? I said that’d be a thing. I wasn’t sure when though- but I knew I’d ask them for permission…to ask you….”
The armor container glowed a cheery green as Gallus forced the words past the lump in his throat. “If-when we get out of here, I’ll be making that trip as soon as I can. You’re it.” He said, letting out a shaky breath, a slight smile now breaking through. “And maybe I’ll be able to tell you this to your face, not when you’re asleep. I guess I’m planning on it though. I can only hope you feel the same.” The gryphon leaned against the hippogriff, letting his thoughts run freely- it was a pleasant if not temporary distraction from the horrors outside the cave. “I guess I’ll just have to take a leap of faith. I wonder how that trip would even go, asking your parent’s permission? I mean, before that I actually think some therapy for the two of us would be good. As long as it’s with you, I think I could handle it. I think we’ll both need it after this…” A slight huff left Gallus’ beak at that.
“Yeah, I could do that. But how do hippogriffs ask the other to marry them? How does royalty ask? Oh boy…” He muttered at that thought. Step one, escape freaky necromancer. Step two, research how to propose to someone, then hippogriff proposal customs, and finally hippogriff royalty proposal methods. In that order. …Solid plan.
His nerves somewhat calmed, Gallus stood up with a deep breath and looked around. If I’m going to be by your side forever Silver, then I’d better start looking for a way to get out of here, huh? The realization gave Gallus a surprising amount of clarity. It was the end of a long winding set of paths over the past year that led to the single overriding thought. He had mused about such a topic before of course, but now was the first time it had clarified into a concrete feeling and defined choice. She’s the one. As much as he wanted to share, to jump with joy at the prospect, and being able to even feel these things for Silverstream, the Squire had to restrain himself. They were still behind enemy lines, and they needed food and water. I’m still going to give her one amazing kiss when she’s awake though. I never thought I’d find… Focus.
Gallus walked over to the armor shard- pulling off the sword handle that had affixed itself on the crystal chunk along with the staff piece. To his relief the weapon still snapped on and off. At least I won’t be defenseless out there. Another brief look around the cave yielded a few interesting ideas. The rocks were loose in one section near the escape tunnel- that could be a concealed fire pit, since the smoke would dissipate in the tunnel and such. He’d dig that later- a pit for the fire, and then a small tunnel from one pit to the other. Such a setup would cause the smoke to dissipate slightly even before leaving the fire pit, assuming he covered it with grass at the exit.
Near the large stone slab where Silverstream was, there was a large circular divot; as though an arm-wide boulder had caused the rock to sag into the ground. It could hold quite a bit of water if full actually. Further down the ‘escape tunnel’ was a bit of softer dirt- a lovely five star toilet in this case. “Oh boy. Well, better than rocks…” Gallus muttered as he scraped out a deep hole- better now than later. A bit more grass was added to the exit- the gryphon making a mental note to look at it on the outside.
Taking a brief look at Silverstream, Gallus scrawled a quick note on the ground next to the armor shard before edging to the cave entrance. Covered by a large rock and a pile of dead sticks and grass, the entrance was little more than a depression in the ground next to the rocky outcropping. The land around them was thankfully more forest-like than swampy, but the ground had a definite ‘give’ to it whenever large puddle of water made an appearance. Strangely though the air was nippy with the partially overcast sky. The Ice King…Could he be trying to make this place into a giant snow kingdom?
From what Gallus had learned about biology, that would not turn out well for the swamp. It would also make things difficult if they couldn’t escape soon. The arcane creatures probably didn’t have an aversion to cold weather, so that could be a pretty good tactic to discourage intruders. The immediate area was full of large bushy trees draped with vines and moss, and the sound of insects and other creatures filled the air. Everything had the same odd lime-green tint, the swamp seeming to exclude a sickly demeanor. But for now- find new bandage supplies, a container for water, and maybe some food.
The bandage items were easy- clean vines from low hanging trees and some fresh non-irritating grass. Gallus had to be careful to pick only the types that didn’t have razor like edges which grew in clumps next to puddles. A careful and quiet trot back to the cave, and Gallus set out again. Walking around the back of the rocky outcrop, he found the disguised secret exit. It was completely hidden under rotting grass and a few rocks- but he added a bit more foul vegetation to be sure. There was a large puddle nearby- providing quite a stench next to the exit. Huh. That will make it easier to mask the smell of fire and waste.
Then exploring towards the river, Gallus was careful to watch where his paws went- just like when sneaking around in the alleyways and bordering forest areas of Griffinstone. You don’t want anyone to know you were there. No stepping on wet ground- as much as possible at least. No stepping on sticks, caaaaarefully edging around the greenery to not bruise the leaves. Huh. It’s easier than trying to hide tracks in snow at least.
Gallus paused, a smile on his beak as he found a stack of stones. Bingo. Ok, ok, what do I need? Medium sized ones…this should be enough. If it got cold, these smooth stones could be awesome once heated up- assuming a fire was possible. After another trip back to the cave, the gryphon grinned as he spotted some decently dried wood pieces and ferried them back to the cave as well. Considering it was a swamp, this was a rarity! Ok. Tinder, check. Work on fire-starting methods later. If it rains, goodbye dried wood. AH! There’s the water. It was definitely a river- at least as wide as the main school auditorium. It seemed only to be deep in the middle, the edges sporting all sorts of plant life as the water moved steadily along. I don’t recognize any of these plants. They could kill me or make me puff up like a balloon...WAITAMINUTE! The gryphon was all smiles as he carefully snagged an arm-full of puffy cattails, yanking up the entire plant. He was particular to remove them in spotty bunches up and down the entire river bank to maintain the natural look of the river as best he could, masking the telltale sign of harvesting. Total. Goldmine. These common ‘weeds’ were nothing short of a nomad’s dream; their uses only limited by imagination. In this case, they might quite literally be a life saver. Ok. Food for like, a day, check. AND I can use the ash from these to help Silverstream’s cut! Until then, a root poultice will have to do.
The sun was now up; slowly creeping higher into the sky and peeking through the clouds. Gallus winced as he looked around for something, anything that could hold water. A glint of something caught his eye, and the gryphon couldn’t help but smile as he picked out an empty glass cider bottle. The one time littering turns out to be a good thing. Thank you random drunk creature… It was a small bottle- so filling it up and ferrying it back to the cave would take far too long. As he was pondering, it was only now that Gallus realized he hadn’t had a drink, let alone something to eat in over a day. …well. Crud. Finding a fairly fast-moving area of the river near the bank, the gryphon drank his fill and shrugged. Boiling it was out of the question for now; so he’d have to take his chances. There was no way he’d chance a fire yet, but dehydration could be a deadly distraction now. I can probably handle any nasties in the water better than Silverstream can. Hopefully I’ll have time to boil it before she wakes up. Walking along the bank, Gallus kept his eyes peeled for any other trash. He needed something bigger, even something large and semi-flat would work. … …….oh.
Removing his breastplate, Gallus rinsed it in the water before then dipping it into the river and carefully ferrying the contents back to the cave. It was only a few minutes of walking, so after a few trips the small divot in the cave floor was nearly full. Food, check. Water, check. Ok, and now it’s getting a bit too light for my liking. Guess it’s back to being nocturnal again. It wasn’t his favorite schedule, but if things were dangerous during daylight, going out at night in Griffinstone or this swamp was marginally less so.
Buckling the breastplate back on, the gryphon concealed the entrance once again as he checked on Silverstream. “Well. We can stay in here until nighttime. Then we can either move or I can get more supplies. Honestly…I’ll probably see if I can set them all on a false trail tonight.” He mused, sitting down next to Silverstream. “Cattail parts for breakfast lunch and dinner today. Hmm. The fluffy stuff can be ground into a flour, but no flat cakes on the menu. I can probably weave a better bandage with the fibers though.”
The gryphon busied himself with separating the life-saving pieces of the plant into piles, grinding up a clawfull of roots with a spare rock. He then carefully applied the poultice underneath the vine bandage on Silverstream’s flank. Hopefully that can stave off infection at least a bit. The exhausted gryphon then flopped next to Silverstream and quickly became aware of another necessity. “…tonight, grass for a bed. Ow.” He muttered, weariness seeping into his limbs. The life and death flight of the previous day and night had caught up to him- and Gallus was struggling to keep his eyes open. He wasn’t sure if he imagined it- but as he drifted off to sleep leaning against Silverstream’s shoulder, she seemed to snuggle closer to him. “Love you Silver….” ----- A few hours after Gallus closed his eyes, a sadistic primate grinned as he looked out across the tents and runes in front of him as the sun rose to mid-day. Surveying the growing industry from a small hill, the Necromancer began to summon up the dark magic that seeped from his connection to the other realm. “Time is up Celestia. Let us play some more chess. Pawn to C-Five. Will I take one of your castles?” -----
Troop movement papers scattered in front of her, Celestia cast a keen gaze over the reports in the war room. The rail lines to the south had been sabotaged as she expected, so Equestria’s main force was delayed once again. We are not quick to war- that restraint has served us so well until now. “Princess!” A pony looked up from a large projected map- similar to that Twilight had in her castle. “Dark magic surge detected! It’s heading to Ponyvile!” The pony called, prompting Celestia to stand up and begin to charge a teleportation spell. “I’ll handle that my-” A clawed paw promptly snuffed the spell on the Alicorn’s horn much like a candle being put out. “Nope. I think you’re busy enough.” A cheeky Draconequus chuckled as he stood on the table. “Discord?!” He nodded, looking at the map and the black line that was slowly extending from the ice kingdom to Ponyville. “The one and only. I’ll take care of this. That buffoon is threatening Fluttershy and stole my only gryphon friend. He also ruined guys night!” Discord growled, his spastic demeanor softening ever so slightly. “Here’s a crumb of information for you by the way. They have remnants of the changeling throne- quite a few pieces actually. I suspect they are charging it with necromantic runes to spread the dampening effect, that’s why your scouts can’t send any scrying spells into their kingdom, and why I cannot intervene.” Another look at the map, and the Draconequus flipped upside down and waved. “Toodles!” -----
The inhabitants of Ponyville were largely unaware as the wave of dark magic sped onwards. On impact, the life energy of every pony and living creature within range would be siphoned back to the ice kingdom, then held in storage before being distributed among the arcane creatures. As the strike neared, a strange creature popped into existence above the town- dressed in plaid-pattered armor and holding a small metal stick as he balanced on a small circular green area of floating grass.
“I do feel like a round of golf today. How about you, necromancer?” Discord chuckled as he held the putter at ready. The wave was nearly upon the town, growing to the size of a castle as it gathered and prepared to unleash its full energy. “You don’t get to mess with my friends!” Discord hissed, the golf club growing in size to match the magical attack. “FOOOOOUR!”
With a clap of thunder that shattered a few windows, the God of Chaos teed off against the deadly magic, sending the purple and black bolt arcing back towards the ice kingdom at a much greater speed than it arrived. “Hmm. Not a hole in one though, how disappointing.” Discord mused, then examining his claw which now stung with dark magic tendrils. “That’s interesting…might have to break out the first aid kit for this one.” - Celestia watched in satisfaction at the viewing portal in front of her- a feed from one of the advance scouts sent to observe the ice kingdom. Since in-depth scrying spells were out of the question, a simple magnification spell would have to do. The dark magic impacted the base of the tower, eating away at the stone and punching a hole to the other side. “Well done Discord. Well done.” ----- The necromancer pouted, diverting some magic to begin shoring up the foundations of the tower. “You defeated my pawn’s attack, but is that all? You still cower behind your defenses?”
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Wakefulness only brought aches and pains to Silverstream’s awareness. Cracking her eyes open, the hippogriff immediately shut them again and shivered as a cold sweat instantly coated her frame. From what she had briefly seen- the surrounding cave was dimly lit by sunlight- but that was about it. Ugh. I feel like I got tossed off a cliff after eating some bad fish… Her stomach was in knots, and Silver’s right leg ached. A headache threatened to surge forwards from a low awareness to a full blown migraine as well. What happened? Why am I-?
The previous day came flooding back, prompting her to curl into a ball and let out a soft cry. I remember. It had been a scene ripped from her worst nightmare- held by that creature as dark magic had torn into her entire body. Just before she had drifted off to unconsciousness, she had heard a familiar battle cry though- Gallus. GALLUS! Her eyes snapping open, Silverstream ignored the pain it caused, about to cry out for her favorite gryphon- Only to see him slumbering next to her, a wing draped over her back. “Y-you’re here, you’re safe.” She whispered, closing her eyes to then scoot underneath her head under his. That strong heartbeat. He’s here. We got out- somehow. Did you rescue me?
“Mwa? Silver?” Gallus blearily muttered, his entire body then stiffening. “Silver!” Familiar and strong arms held the hippogriff in a tender embrace, tears coursing from the gryphon’s loving gaze as he nuzzled Silverstream’s neck feathers. “You’re ok. You’re ok…” He whispered, sides shaking with barely contained sobs. “I’m ok Gallus- well, I feel cruddy, but I’m here. W-what’s going on? How did we get out?” Silverstream asked, her question apparently having to wait as Gallus shook his head and just hugged her. “Just, give me a minute.” Gallus replied softly, gently nuzzling her features before giving Silverstream a gentle and loving kiss. Even as the rest of her body felt totally ill, the gesture still caused a pleasant shiver to run down her spine. “I didn’t know if you’d ever wake up.”
Silverstream let herself enjoy his touch as long as she could, but she suddenly winced as a series of shivers ran through her frame. “Erm, Gallus? I don’t feel so great.” She muttered, the pink hippogriff’s face gaining a green tinge. With surprising ease, Gallus helped her stumble down a side passageway and to a recently dug hole-
And just in time as Silverstream promptly heaved up what was left in her stomach, Gallus stoically letting her lean on him for support. Then helping Silver back, the gryphon looked at her right leg and nodded slowly. “Well, the bandage is still holding- but probably hurts.” He muttered, then stepping forward to hug her again. “Can you tell me what’s going on? Um, no need to let me go though.” Silver admitted, Gallus’ embrace easily banishing the darker thoughts in her mind.
As Gallus recounted the previous day’s events, Silverstream’s heart felt like it was about to burst. “You fought that creature to save me? Carried me out of that tower and then ran with me on your back? And got all this set up….” She whispered, the Squire then pulling back to look at her perplexedly. A strange confidence shone in his blue eyes as a smile edged onto his beak. “Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?” Another loving kiss occupied Silverstream attention, Gallus then nuzzling her cheek with his. “I love you more than anything- I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.” Where did this different sort of confidence come from? It’s…new. But I like it.
“We have cattails for dinner- both parts of the roots and stems are rather yummy. I can show you of course. I’ll get some water boiling too. I drank some and feel ok, but I don’t want to mess with you having to deal with any nasties in the water.” He explained. “We just need to stay put, at least for a day or two. You also don’t look too great, and I can’t carry you far without leaving a trace.” The gryphon walked over to another hole, close to another one on the other side of a large rock.
“I found this out when I woke up a hour or two ago and experimented before napping again.” Pulling out his sword, Gallus sent it skittering against a stone, sending a cascade of sparks into the hole. With a soft ‘puff’ a fire ignited, and the smoke exited the other hole, which had a large amount of grass covering it. “It’s connected? Fire on one side, and the smoke goes out there?” Silver asked, grateful for any distractions at this point.
“Uh huh. Helps disperse the smoke. Air pushes it through the tunnel I dug, then dissipates in the grass. By the time it leaves the tunnel down there, nobody will be able to find it. I’d rather not make a fire, but to get water for you….I don’t want to risk having you drink bad water.” Gallus explained as he placed a water-filled glass bottle on the flames in the bottom of the pit.
Satisfied at the soon-to-be clean water, Gallus walked back over and promptly held Silverstream’s claws. “How are you feeling? Leg probably hurting…” He muttered, looking at the wound briefly. “Feels like I got tossed down a mountain and ate some bad pish.” Silver muttered, settling down on the cool stone with a sigh. Out of curiosity, she reached a set of claws up to brush against the pearl shard- And met crystal instead, causing her to tilt her neck and observe the odd phenomenon.
“Don’t…touch it.” Gallus warned, shaking his head. “There’s still some sort of dark magic affecting it. You didn’t stir until the armor contained the spell. I think it did anyhow.” He shrugged, eyes becoming slightly damp. “I really don’t care how it worked, but it did.” As Gallus sat there holding her claws, Silverstream had no words. Very few things in her life could leave her speechless- and yet what Gallus had done for her… She hoped the hug she gave him conveyed at least a bit of that as she leaned against the young gryphon’s chest.
“Thank you Gallus. I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough.” Looking up briefly, the hippogriff found Gallus looking at her curiously. “Thanks are nice, but I did it because I can’t lose you.” His voice cracked on the final few words. “The fact you love me is thanks enough.” Silverstream managed a smile, squeezing his claws tightly. “And I do love you Gallus, so incredibly much. The fact you went through all this for me is a b-bit overwhelming though.” She squeaked, prompting the gryphon to shrug, a bit of his cocky demeanor returning. “It was nothing. Just beat up a few jerks.” The barely contained laugh caused a painful wince from Silverstream as she shook her head. “Ok. Laughing bad, ow. It’s like after I did a bunch of laps at school- but every muscle feels like that.”
Gallus was about to reply when his ears perked up- and Silverstream caught the sound of distant voices. “Oh no.” He whispered, looking at a small chunk of crystal on the ground. It appeared to be a quarter full of green light. “That’s my armor by the way- or the crystal part of it. Not recharged fully…” Gallus remarked, shaking his head. “I have to go.” He whispered, taking the crystal chunk and then setting it down as an afterthought. “I’ll lead them away and then be back by nightfall, or close after it.” The Squire continued, putting the armor shard close to her. “If you have to run, press that to your chest and tap it three times. It might make you feel good enough to get free, ok?” I don’t like how matter of fact you’re was being about all this… Silverstream pouted, worry eating at her heart. “I can’t lose you either Gallus.” She whispered, prompting him to pause. “You won’t. Just stay quiet here. I love you Silverstream- see you soon.” And with that, he was gone, carefully slipping out the main entrance.
Tears now welled up in Silverstream’s eyes, the armor crystal glowing a bit brighter. Don’t leave me alone Gallus. Just get back here safe…please. -----
Gallus’ heart was nearly torn in two as he carefully concealed the entrance to the cave. I don’t have a choice. I can’t let them find her! The fire would burn out- and thankfully the dry wood wouldn’t put up much smell or smoke. That said, he had to get the search parties’ to look elsewhere. And he knew just how to do it.
As he made his way through the jungle, careful to not leave any paw or claw prints, Gyld’s voice echoed in his mind. ‘If you must misdirect the enemy, never do it in a direction directly related to where you don’t want them to go. Never a straight line back or forward, or left or right. Always a diagonal path mixed in with the others. Go forwards, then back, or then side to side. Make your pattern of alerting them unpredictable. Ending by going towards an enemy position or two with the previous methods will throw them into disarray.’
Gallus only hoped he could find his way back- but thankfully the river was a good landmark. I can’t go too far outside the jungle- maybe skirt the edge, but farther away, closer to the border south. And then a signal into the badlands itself. I’ll have to time it right- make them all go off at once. He wanted to immediately set off a signal- but that would be a death sentence. Heading away was the only option.
His first stop was to the north-west edge of the jungle- actually within sight of the massive ice wall still many miles away. It had taken him hours to run this far… Ok. Signal rune with a timer. Circle, two slashes, Griffinstone crest, leyline amplifier symbols… Hoping it wouldn’t immediately activate, Gallus looked over the runic carving in the mud and tapped the center with a claw. Lighting up with a dull blue glow, the symbol pulsed slowly but didn’t immediately flare to life. Cool!
His victory was short lived as Gallus trekked onwards once again. The timer was set to any other runes he would carve in the next few hours- that had been the tricky part. Thank you Gyld for the advanced rune classes! The second symbol was a few miles into the badlands. With the tents and signs of necromantic industry glowing underneath the scepter-shaped tower in the distance, Gallus etched his next rune into the side of a rocky plateau. He now had a clear view of the tower- even if it was in the distance. The greyish black stone spiraled from the foundations buried in the orange sand, twisting this way and that as it aimed towards the sky. Hundreds of tail-lengths tall, it must have dozens upon dozens of stories, windows scattered about this way and that on the rough surface. At the top, spires reached towards the clouds after a bulbous section- possibly the one he and Silver had escaped.
Returning to his work, another successful rune was etched and the gryphon was off again. The best part, is I saw a lot of cave systems nearby! Maybe they’ll search those! Hopping from rock to rock to not leave dust footprints, he made it safety back to the jungle with a sigh of relief. Two more! A few hours later and two close calls with some burrowing snake-like creatures who tried to bite his tail off, Gallus waited at the final rune and looked around. The four symbols were set to go off at the same time, or close to it. First the one he was currently at, then the one western edge, then the furthest south-east badlands one, and finally another south-western one. Let Equestria know I’m alive, and hopefully get them searching this way. He had left a few clues of his flight at each rune- every visible path leading in a different direction. Two paths he aimed in the direction of the badlands rune however. All I can do is hopethey’ll find those caves and be preoccupied by those.
As he was about to activate the rune, an arcane storm beast lumbered into the small clearing. Oh no. Not even pausing for a moment, Gallus dashed across the expanse and used his claws to tear the creature’s head to shreds before it could cry out, then listening for any further sounds. None. So a lone scout….I’ve waited too long!
Activating the rune with a claw, Gallus took a final look and carefully set off. He gave himself twenty minutes or so before they activated. In the fading light, they’d be giant search beacons…if needs be he could lie low if a search party appeared. I wish I could have activated it sooner- but then I’d have been caught and Silver… Through the stress and the strain, Gallus’ heart was pricked by hope. He was sending out a distress call- and he could only hope there’d be an answer.
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Celestia’s gaze was unfocused as she and Luna looked out across Canterlot from a castle balcony, the elder sister’s mind venturing on the events of the past day. Thanks to Discord, Ponyville was safe at least for now. The chaotic god had popped in to warn her that another strike might have unintended side effects if he intervened. Apparently his paw was actually injured- Celestia didn’t even know that could happen to Discord, so she took the Draconequus’ words to heart. He had been rather serious too, quite a change from his usual demeanor.
She didn’t know what the necromancer’s excuse for the attack would be, but it could have also been to throw her off balance. He could push the limits of violent retaliation, whereas she had to be the one to temper her reply. So, just like every other day then. In this case, the necromancer had very little to lose, whereas Equestria had much higher and more mortal stakes.
The most recent status report echoed that thought. It had been a simple message; a casualty report of a trading post near the ice kingdom. Due to the sabotaged rail lines and magical interference, the report had been delayed by nearly thirteen hours. No doubt this had bolstered the necromancer’s confidence in his ability to test Equestrian response. Two hundred and fifty three lives. More ponies I failed, subjects I couldn’t save. Perhaps I have grown too soft in dealing with such threats over the centuries. This is not a problem Twilight and her friends can solve with harmony, not this time. Gallus, Silverstream, are you still alive in that dark place?
“It never gets easier, dealing with failures that cost lives.” Celestia whispered, prompting a steely gaze from Luna. “It is not your failure, it is part of war. The necromancer has fired a salvo that you did not expect. It is almost a reactionary response- the draining of a village and an attempt to destroy Ponyville. The strategy going forward may need to change.” The lunar princess stated, prompting her sister to nod. Luna, war is not as distant a memory as it is for me. Perhaps you can advise me on this matters more than before. In fact, I hope so.
“Princess!” A royal messenger gasped as he burst onto the balcony with the two Alicorn sisters. “Runes! One bearing Griffinstone’s sigil! Four of them appeared inside the ice kingdom!” They’re alive?! Celestia’s eyes widened in shock- and then a determined grin slid onto her features as Luna looked on in surprise. Standing to her full height, Celestia’s horn lit up as she cast a simple spell; her royal decree amplified and echoing around all of Canterlot castle and beyond. “LEGIONNAIRES! TO ME!”
Within seconds, a pillar of sunlight focused and flashed into existence, the stone underneath becoming scorched with runic magic as ancient magical leylines were drawn upon. Within moments the light faded to reveal an armored pony bowing its head in respect. The light column was quickly repeated five, ten, then dozens of times, each teleportation lighting up the balcony and then the hallway beyond into the castle; scores of golden-armored ponies answering their leader’s call and filling the section of the immediate area. Shocked nobles plastered themselves to the side as the warriors appeared and filled every available space, yet all stood immobile and waited for direction. Clad head to hoof in armor, the Legionnaires looked nearly identical to the Royal Guards- except emblazoned on their sides was a red painted outline of Celestia raising the sun. Solar Princess Sigil
Luna was one of the least-shocked ponies, instead regarding her sister with an admirable smile. “Solar Legionnaires! The Necromancer of the Ice Kingdom has now not only attacked Ponyville, but one of our trading posts and killed over two hundred of your fellow ponies!” Celestia declared, wings spread wide as the afternoon sun lit up her impressive figure.
“Go now, and secure that evil kingdom from all the lands! While we must wait to see if our allies will answer our summons, we must prevent any more lives being lost. Reinforcements will arrive within two days- you must hold out until then. Give no quarter to any threats that assail you! Signal runes have been set either by Gallus or Silverstream- and if you see them on the inside edge of the walls, retrieve them and retreat! Now fly like the solar winds and protect your homes and your families! GO!”
In unison, the hundred strong throng stood and saluted with armored hooves. The nearest pony met Celestia’s gaze and nodded- then turning to address the ponies visible and beyond. “Legionnaires! Prepares for flight!” He bellowed before taking another deep breath. “Ours swords will fall! AND?” “THE SUN WILL RISE!” A hundred strong voices called back as one, making the stone pillars of the castle vibrate with power.
Tapping a small circular rune on their breastplate, each pony glowed with an ethereal fire that matched the sun in intensity. Vanishing with flashes of sunlight, the ponies appeared as comets of fire that streaked from Canterlot castle towards the distant enemy kingdom, each transport sending out a small thunderclap from the castle as they leapt into the sky. The few citizens of Canterlot who understood the significance of the sight gasped- many then breaking out into cheers as the meteors streaked into the heavens.
Luna calmly stepped aside as the Legionnaires continued to transport themselves- seeing the stone underneath Celestia’s hooves now begin to soften and warp with heat. Her horn aglow with magic, Celestia brought dozens of runes into existence on the balcony floor. To any observing pony, they would naturally assume they were the source of what was about to occur. It was only Luna that knew such runes were powerful shielding spells, and not to protect Celestia, but the castle and inhabitants of Canterlot. You dare speak of not interfering, and then kill my ponies? Perhaps you underestimate not only Equestria, but me.
As her loyal shock troops sped towards the necromancer, Celestia took a deep breath and let the gold royal regalia melt off her form with a slight twist of her neck. As the molten metal splattered to the stone, Celestia’s mane took on a fiery tint, the Solar Princess opening up her connection to the sun with ease. Energy filled her frame and caused the alabaster Alicorn to glow with an intensity that both hurt the eyes yet soothed the soul all the same. It has been some time, hasn’t it? Oh how I’ve missed this.
The massive power at the tip of her awareness begged to be let loose, then eagerly funneling through the outlet Celestia opened. Arcing from the cloudy heavens, a red and yellow solar flare burned through the atmosphere, the princess’s powerful spells barely contained the superheated stream. As though water roaring through the curve of a river, the energy rebounded off Canterlot and took aim towards a new target- easily surpassing the legionnaires’ speedy flight.
Her vision narrowing and pointed towards the target so many miles away, Celestia watched- her view that as though poised at the tip of her solar spear itself as it sped towards the grotesque tower behind the ice wall. The sun begged to be let loose further- and for a brief moment Celestia complied. The solar flare intensified and roared through the air as it doubled in size with a ‘SNAP’, daring anything to oppose it. Air bubbled and popped around the blistering strike as it hungrily devoured the atmosphere. The large stone tower now within view, Celestia’s muzzle parted in a slightly feral smile, her magic encountering a bit of resistance. You have shields? You really shouldn’t have gone to the trouble!
The necromancer looked up from his ground level location, eyes widening in shock as the solar flare punched through the layers of dark magic shields around the tower. The flare ate through arcane magic and stone alike as it burned away all impurities from the evil room where Gallus and Silverstream had previously fled. Punching through the tower, the raw energy tore into the other sections with ease as it began to spread from the impact zone. I could wipe it all away right now, purge this foul craft from the face of Equestria! Open the channel a bit further, turn it all to glass. And why stop there? If a city had to be lost for the safety of all, what of it? We are so much more powerful than-
“Sister, be careful to not overstep.” Luna’s voice cut through Celestia’s thoughts and causing the spell to abruptly cease. The solar flare cut off as the sun resumed its peaceful slumber- yet the warped balcony and melted regalia remained. A few curious nobles and guards had begun to peer inside, as had a few ponies below the balcony. “Thank you Luna.” Celestia whispered as her sister only smiled. “I know the look. While he deserves it, the cost would be too great. I know how easy it is to give in to those thoughts.” She replied, prompting Celestia to nod.
“You and your quips of wisdom. How I’ve missed and needed those. Especially now I think; you are more familiar with this type of war than I.” “Both I and my peanut gallery of wisdom are here to stay Sister. In matters of war however; I would like to send my own reply to this monster when he calls. When night falls do you wish for my Night Guards to take over as well?” Luna asked, and Celestia could see a bit of excitement in the younger Alicorn. “Not without you leading them. My legionnaires have been in constant readiness for hundreds of years- and I think you ensuring a smooth deployment and integration with the night guard would make things easier.” She then paused and smiled. “They will answer to you as readily to me. The sun will not rise without the setting of the moon- so treat them as your own guard.”
Celestia paused to muse over her next words, still seeing a few shocked gazes from down in the courtyards. “Luna, I think it’s time for a reminder both our ponies and our allies. It has not been necessary until now, but against threats the elements cannot contain we are far from helpless.” Luna stood a bit taller and nodded, a spell causing dark grey armor to snap into existence against her lithe frame. Molded to her body and bearing an emblazoned half-moon on the breastplate, the armor hadn’t seen air outside the armory in a millennium. Celestia could only smile- not having seen her sister clad in both confidence and armor in so long.
A similar spell briefly was cast from her ebony horn; golden armor adorning Celestia’s entire body briefly with her sigil etched into the front. “I have missed this, in a strange way. Not war itself, but being the ones to protect our ponies. It sounds odd I suppose, but-” “I understand dear sister. The elements have been our primary defense for so long, I think we have forgotten our own duty to our subjects, and they in turn have forgotten what we can accomplish.” Pondering on Luna’s words for a moment, Celestia then gave her sister a gentle hug, nodding in agreement. “Then let us remind ourselves of that duty- and our friends.”
A determined expression now adorning Luna’s features, the blue Alicorn gave her sister a hug back before standing a bit taller. “Then let us do just that. I will draw up plans immediately- and can I expect you to visit the command center we construct?” “Count on it dear Sister.”
As Luna vanished with a snap of light, Celestia looked over her own armor briefly. The weight was both physical and mental, a reminder of long-past burdens, decisions, and failures. Yet such reminders were burned away by the countless victories- and with the hope that now radiated from over a hundred comets that sped towards the necromancer’s kingdom.
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Gallus was out of breath running- now cowering in some mud as the distant sounds of another frantic search party passed. Despite his body crying for rest from the strain, the massive beam of light that had punched a house-sized hole in the distant tower buoyed his spirits like no other. Celestia is watching- and far from helpless! Guess using the elements had to be exchanged for whatever magic that was. That. Was. Awesome.
The cloudy evening sky suddenly lit up as bright lights sped overhead. Dispersing in a circular pattern, the meteors fell to the ground evenly spaced beyond the ice wall. Within moments, runes adorned the clouds just outside the ice wall. The sigil of the Solar Princess blistered against the sky as powerful magic began to weave each symbol together. A crackling shield of golden energy wove into the sky, enclosing the ice kingdom in a separate barrier. More meteors continued to fall, and even more emblems blossomed across the sky in reply. Dark magic lashed out from the distant ice wall at the offending barrier, but it yielded to the golden tendrils like smoke against stone.
Gallus continued to make his way steadily back to Silverstream, a long absent warm feeling now blossoming in his chest. I’m not alone. No- we’re not alone! With the runes shining in the sky, the gryphon continued his trek onwards- the knowledge that help was waiting just outside the walls making the journey that much easier. We’ll get out of here Silverstream, just you wait!
With the top of his rock citadel still smoldering from Celestia’s attack, IC opened a portal to the Alicorn rulers. A very unsettling sensation of being wrong itched at his warped mind with an unending hum. A golden shield now encompassed his entire kingdom from the outside- and the scouts on the outer wall had been silenced. More than one report indicated golden-armored ponies shredding their forms without mercy. While most ponies had an aversion to violence, these creatures seemed to have no such hesitation. In fact, some seemed to be enjoying the art of combat. He had expected an attack, some sort of retaliation- but not one to not only shatter his defenses but vaporize the top of his fortress! And now his empire was turned into a prison cell? There had been no signs of this in any of his research of the ruling Alicorns! Rumors perhaps, but nothing concrete! Why have they been hiding such power?!
“Necromancer.” Celestia stated flatly, looking into the portal with an impassive gaze. “I believe that…we….” The primate’s words faded briefly on seeing the two princesses glaring back at him. Both were glad in full armor; Celestia in gold breastplate contrasting Luna in a dark bluish grey metal, each with matching royal symbols on the chest. “We were about to address you actually- so we shall speak until you regain your words.” Celestia quipped, eyes narrowing slightly. “You have attacked our kingdom and slain our subjects, therefore your already illegitimate request to be ‘left alone’ is hereby rejected. You will be fought at every turn and no quarter shown from this time forth. In terms of your previous threats to major cities, unless you show signs of aggression towards a major population center we will not employ our full power to prevent further loss of life on both sides. That said, conventional means will hereby be used to eradicate every trace of your empire unless you surrender and retreat. This decree takes effect after my sister’s reply to your aggression.” Celestia proclaimed as Luna stepped forward with a steely look in her eyes.
“Those were my ponies too.” IC looked up and saw a bright light streaking down from the star-lit heavens, a low rumble sounding as something broke the atmosphere. Whatever it was struck the base of the tower on the opposite side- causing the ground to shake and shiver as white energy tore around the entire structure. Cracks sheared out from the solid stone construction and into the foundations themselves as the solid stone tower leaned slightly towards the impact zone.
“That was the dust fragments of a star, Necromancer. Do not tempt me to call upon the multitude of eager stars at my beck and call!” Luna hissed as she stepped back to let Celestia take the lead once again. “What is your response?”
IC took a slight bow as he struggled to not show the cold sweat breaking out across his brow. “I believe my earlier actions were far too hasty. I fully accept your terms- at least in terms of threatening another population center. My work and eternal empire is not yet completed though, so I cannot retreat or leave.” He remarked, prompting Celestia to shrug her armored shoulders. “Then we have nothing more to discuss. Be warned, you face more than just Equestria- and they will not likely offer such a generous offer of retreat.”
At this the necromancer’s demeanor shifted, the primate laughing as he gestured around at the black sky. “Who? The Hippogriffs? They barely have an army to stand on as of yet- and just my cousin’s image caused them to quake and shiver! The dragons? They care nothing for ponies or their quarrels; they are as greedy as they are stupid. The gryphons? Their kingdom is in disarray- I hardly call a group of bouncers an army! Who else is there? The Yaks who hide in their snow kingdoms? The crystal ponies in the far north?” IC was now chuckling with genuine mirth.
“No. Your powers are impressive Celestia, Luna, but I made a miscalculation on that. It is just us on this chessboard, and I can’t wait to see how it plays out!” He crowed just as the transmission portal cut out. “Get those runes etched! And start transmitting as soon as possible! We need more troops!” IC growled to a few nearby minions., crimson eyes narrowing as shadow magic surged through his frame. I won’t attack your cities directly Celestia- but there are plenty who will gladly join my cause! The mirth in IC’s mind then cracked slightly, recalling the last two seconds of the transmission. Just before the portal had closed, a smirk had dawned on Celestia’s features. -----
As Luna stood next to her sister surveying the reserve troops of Equestria’s army mobilizing in the castle grounds, the night princess’ ears perked on hearing Celestia speak. “Luna, can you please let me know as soon as our ambassadors reach our allies? I know we have the hippogriff’s support, but I may have to speak to each personally. I need the earlier portal transmissions easily accessible as well before I do so.” She asked, the older Alicorn letting weariness seep into her voice. “Of course dear sister. Go sleep now- we will handle things.” As Celestia shed her armor to retire until the morning but a few hours away, Luna looked up to her sky and smiled ever so slightly. “You are the tip of the spear for this fight Gallus- you just don’t know it yet.” ----
Sides heaving as he struggled to not pant out loud, Gallus’ eyes narrowed on seeing three storm beasts and a feline walking along a crude path. Each form sparked with the same purple arcane energy, their outlines and details fairly defined. “Why are we near here? We’re closer to the camp, why would those idiots even hide here? The rune is barely-” The feline’s words choked off as something slit through his head and chest, a blue blur dashing in-between the four enemies and vanishing into the shrubs. Clubs and swords at the ready, the three storm beasts were back to back as they scanned for whatever had dispatched their leader.
Two of the storm beasts suddenly noticed their comrade was on his stomach. Glaring at them as the remnants of the storm beast evaporated, a young gryphon launched himself at the nearest one. Claws open wide to snag on the edge of the beast’s arm, he dodged a swipe from the other scout with a nimble duck. As the storm beast howled, the gryphon’s other arm slammed a sword into its face, the blade piercing down through its torso.
The final beast held a club ready to swing as Gallus dashed towards it. The creature swung- but quickly realized the arm holding the club was no longer attached. The arcane limb quickly disintegrated as the Squire ripped the sword through the Storm Beast’s torso and watch it vanish. No sounds. They didn’t alert anyone then…but they regenerate, right? So they’ll notice then, or when they don’t report. Exhaustion began to eat at the edge of Gallus’ being, the young gryphon now realizing his limbs were shaking with the strain of constant combat and movement. There was also a dull pressure in his mind- like the full impact of the past few days was about to come crashing down. Not yet. I need to get back to Silver. Then I can just hug her for like an hour, or more. That’s a plan.
Looking up into the dark sky, Gallus chanced a brief venture. Climbing a semi-bushy jungle tree and poking his head above the dense jungle foliage, the gryphon spotted a familiar feature a short distance off. Huh. So that river flows from south to north…towards the wall. That could be useful.
It wasn’t the ideal method of travel, but there was no way Gallus could run the miles back to Silverstream. Not quietly, and certainly not without collapsing. He was barely a quarter of the way back; having run closer to the enemy camp and the badlands rune before tearing apart the search party. Hopefully it’d keep them searching the area further south. That however left three-fourths of the journey though solid jungle and search parties. Making his way back down to the ground, Gallus picked his way softly to the river- snagging an armful of cattails along the nearest edge. The water was surprisingly cold for a jungle flowing river- but he had a feeling IC was behind that change. It still was pleasant however, Gallus easing his way in as he tucking his limbs and wings to his body. Swimming to the center, Gallus then watched as the shoreline sped by. No trace of me walking back and much faster. Now if I don’t get eaten by something that would be fantastic. Oddly, Gallus didn’t see any wildlife on his way back. Speaking of which, he hadn’t seen much anyhow, which was very troubling considering the jungle had been alive with all sorts of sounds their first day. That was put in the ‘worry about later’ box, and the gryphon continued to watch the shore for any sign of enemies or familiar landmarks. A good hour or two passed, and Gallus continued to watch both the shore and the skies, the moon providing a constant light. I have to be getting close, right? Another hour- and Gallus was starting to worry if he had missed it. The river ran all the way to the ice wall (or at least that he could see,) so he couldn’t- That boulder! I know that boulder!
Pushing through the current, Gallus was almost too tired to heave himself out onto the rock. “Good. Boulder.” He muttered, forcing himself to stand. Forgoing the muddy banks, the gryphon still hopped from rock to rock to hide his exit from the fast travel method. Ok, so these rocks, then a nice grassy clearing- perfect. I should be close!
-----Meanwhile----
Silverstream shivered on the stone slab, curled up into a ball as her stomach tossed and turned. Cold shivers wracked her body while an ever present pressure at her temples refused to let her be. The dark magic section on her pearl necklace seemed a bit smaller today though, contained by the odd glowing crystal pieces. She had slept most of the day- otherwise just letting thoughts flow to and fro. Many of course were on Gallus, hoping that he’d find his way back safely. I hate being helpless here! A few tears welled up in the hippogriff’s eyes, trickling down her cheeks slowly. From how Gallus had been acting, he was still holding it all together…somehow. Maybe he just hadn’t had a chance to think about it all. But now, as she waited for him to get back, all Silverstream had to do was think. Well, and eat a few pieces of cattails.
Feeling helpless because she lacked the ability to do something was one thing- but this was different. She know how to help; gather food, boil water, all that stuff Gallus had showed her when they went camping. She knew how to, but couldn’t. Her limbs were lead, and all Silverstream wanted to do was rest. It was like the flu with aches, pains, and exhaustion all over. Probably has to do with that dark magic, from when that necromancer zapped me with- A few more tears trickled down her cheeks, Silverstream sniffling at the nightmare brought to life. I can’t forget how much that hurt. And I couldn’t do anything! …but Gallus did.
Just thinking about her favorite gryphon made the tears slow a bit. Silver loved him more than she could express- well, almost. She knew exactly how to express it, but… Do girls do that? Ask the guy to marry them? I haven’t heard it happening that often. I mean, it wouldn’t surprise me if Skystar did that whenever she finds a guy. But could I… Just the thought of that made her let out a soft giggle- punctuated by a sniffle. It wasn’t an alien thought- she had known Gallus was the one for a while. But she wasn’t sure of a few things- one being if he felt like that. No matter how much she mused over the pro’s and con’s though, she always ended up at the same result for her feelings. No matter what hypothetic problems she threw into the equation, it ended up the same. I really do want to be with him.
The surety of knowing what her feelings meant gave Silverstream a sort of peace, even amidst everything else falling apart. I wonder how I’ll tell him? Surely not when we’re stuck in a cave with some crazy primate trying to capture us? She had to let out a soft laugh at that thought. Or perhaps that’s the perfect time, knowing how tooootally normal we are. Honestly I’ll settle for him being back here nice and safe. “Yeah, yeah. I know, we’re late. Let’s just check this area quickly alright?” A voice called from outside the cave, followed by a low rumble. “I know we’re not going to find anything. But we have to check, and then the boss will mark it on the map. Then we can go search those caves down south.”
The soft scrabbling of someone on the rocks above made Silverstream clasp her beak in fear to stifle a squeak, eyes widening as she snagged the large chunk of crystal nearby. Holding it to her chest, she tapped it three times and muffled a surprised breath. The crystal spread over her body like a breastplate- reaching down her sides but focusing on her torso.
It’s so warm, like a hug. Her limbs felt lighter, and the nausea and borderline headache receded ever so slightly, the armor pulsing softly. The noises above continued for a few more moments before a soft retch was hear from the outside. “I envy your species for not having a good sniffer. The water over here reeks! No sign of the two here- not even a footprint. Let’s get out of here.” An affirmative grumble was heard, and the banter of the scouts faded into the distance. Silverstream slumped back down on the rock, curling up with a sigh of relief after listening for a while without incident. They left!
A slight smile then flickered onto her beak, the hippogriff then noticing how comfy solid crystal actually was. Why does this armor make me feel like I’m snuggling Gallus? Silverstream’s brow furrowed, remembering something from when she was dazed back in Mount Aris. Something about the armor being similar to the Crystal Heart… Isn’t the Heart powered by love? Oh. OH! A bright blush flushed Silverstream’s cheeks, the armor pulsing a bit faster. He loves me enough to power this armor? She hugged the crystal close, settling down to close her eyes just for a few moments as fatigue rushed to replace panic. Get here safe Gallus… - Silverstream awoke seemingly moments later- but judging from how stiff her limbs were it had been a few hours. The armor was still wrapped around her chest- and a soft scrambling alerted the hippogriff to a possible intruder. Are the scouts back?!
As she struggled to stand, Silverstream heard as the entrance was put back into place and a blue gryphon then flopped down the short tunnel to let out an exhausted sigh. “Silver, you’re ok…” Gallus whispered, dragging himself over to her. “And while you look amazing in that armor, did something happen?” He asked, clearly struggling to stay away. “Just some scouts. They didn’t find anything though- and were saying they’d mark on the map this place as clear.” She relayed, yanking Gallus close for a kiss that made her own hooves tingle. Oh I’d give you a much longer kiss if you would stay awake for it!
Gallus returned the gesture and hugged Silverstream close, letting out a soft hum of relief. “I’m just glad you’re ok.” He whispered, then leaning into Silver’s embrace slightly. “I guess we’re safe, at least for now…I think that armor needs to recharge though. Try tapping it again.” Silverstream tapped the crystal breastplate three times, and it promptly dropped off into the oblong shape to sit on the floor. It blinked a bit faster, the green glow pooling at the bottom of the bluish pink crystal. “Can barely keep my eyes open. Entrance is covered, should be ok.” Gallus murmured, sagging in Silverstream’s arms as he settled down on the designated sleeping rock.
Flopping down next to him, Silverstream could only smile happily as Gallus snuggled under her slightly outstretched wing. Nuzzling his shoulder, Silver let a few tears escape her eyes. You’re safe. “Love you Silver.” He mumbled, giving her talons a squeeze and prompting a happy squeak from the hippogriff. “Love you too Gallus.” -----
Three rulers looked through the split communications portal at Celestia with varying degrees of determination. Queen Novo stared impassively as she waited to hear the other’s responses. “Princess Ember?” Celestia asked, the armor-clad dragon in the portal letting out a huff of steam with a nod. “You have our support. The south and westernmost border will be secured.” She stated, a sly smirk dawning on Ember’s draconic features. “I had very little backing from my subjects until you sent that lovely recording of the necromancer calling all dragons stupid by the way. But I think you knew that would be the case, huh?” Celestia’s only reply was to smile, then turning to look at a scarred gryphon in the other corner of the portal. “General Gruff?” The gryphon looked at Celestia with his single good eye, partially hidden under a half metal helmet that may or may not have been cast from an old saucepan. “What? Of course you have our support! The Gryphon Empire did strike the first blow after all thanks to Gallus!” The old gryphon crowed, prompting Celestia to resist a wider smile. “We will cover the eastern border with the hippogriffs- erm, assuming that works with you Queen Novo.” Grampa Gruff stuttered in a rare breech of ego as Novo nodded in agreement. “And that leaves the north border for you, Princess Celestia.” Novo replied, prompting the Alicorn to nod. “My forces have already encircled the entire province of the necromancer. The sooner you all can support them the better- it’s only a matter of time before he tries something else.” Celestia remarked- seeing the other three rulers nod in agreement.
“Our forces will be there within two days.” Ember declared, the dull thump of a scepter echoing from her portion of the viewing portal. “Same for my troops.” Novo agreed, leaving Grampa Gruff to proudly fluff his feathers slightly. “Our forces are already on their way- under two days!” Of course the gryphons need their posturing…between them and the dragons, the necromancer might be crushed under the weight of their national ego. Celestia mused, then standing straighter and nodding to the rulers. “Thank you all for your support. We will stay in touch for a coordinated show of force once everything is in position. Once the borders are secure, we can work out mutual offensive and defensive strategies. After all, the necromancer has targeted your cities as well with his spells. I am already receiving strange reports from the nearest large cities in Equestria.” The other three rulers nodded as the portal closed on that sober note. Unstable and seemingly distant, the necromancer was like a coiled spring- ready to unleash at Equestria or any of her allies. But now we don’t stand alone. “Inform me of any further updates.” Celestia barked to the staff as she took her leave. The day court was still a necessary event, even during times such as this. For my ponies, I would say it is even more important to maintain the semblance of normalcy. -----
Ow. Gallus let out a soft grumble as more than a dozen aches and pains assailed his sleepy mind, the gryphon shifting slightly. Oh. Yay, soft pillow… It only took a few moments for him to recognize a familiar hippogriff smell and soft shoulder; prompting a relieved sigh. Silver is still here, and breathing. Both good things. I don’t think I’ll be able to do much today though. Finally cracking his eyes open, Gallus looked around the dimly lit cave- the sun shining through the small hole or two in the roof. Feeling Silverstream shift next to him, a tide of anxiety and worry stabbed their way into Gallus’ heart. No longer hidden behind adrenaline and panic, the tumult of emotions caused tears to squeeze their way from his eyes. We’re really trapped here, huh? Crazy monkey trying to capture us- or at least Silverstream. I actually tore all those creatures apart…and the attack that started it all- The gryphon let out a sharp breath, holding a set of claws to his temples. It was almost too much to take in at once.
Holding Silverstream’s claws, Gallus wanted nothing more than to hug her for hours- “Gallus?” Said hippogriff blinked, looking over to the gryphon with a yawn. “You ok?” He was about to brush off her words, but Gallus had learned over the months, years for that matter being with her and his other friends. Bottling up stuff is easy and makes you look strong- But all it does is hurt yourself. “N-no.” He whimpered, scooting close to press against Silverstream’s shoulder. She promptly sat up and wrapped Gallus into a tight hug as he cried. Closing his eyes, the young gryphon tried to forget everything except having Silverstream hold him close. She rocked him back and forth slightly as the tears ebbed, the stress from the past few days fading slightly. Probably won’t really understand it all until after we escape. Just like my time in Griffinstone.
He wasn’t sure how long Silverstream hugged him close, the hippogriff eventually resting her cheek against his. “You feeling any better?” Gallus asked, feeling her nod ever so slightly. “Uh huh. I mean, still feel kinda cruddy, but much better than yesterday. What about you?” “I’m glad…” Was all Gallus could say, then not able to resist pulling Silver a bit closer and smiling at the surprise squeak that followed. Her exclamation was quickly muffled by a long and passionate kiss that left the hippogriff humming happily. “It’s just a lot to take in, but feeling a bit better. You help a ton of course. But I do ache all over- definitely gonna just stay here today. Rest and try to plan stuff, maybe get some food at night.” Gallus muttered, and was happy to feel Silverstream nod in agreement. “Yay yummy cattails again. They aren’t that bad…” Gallus managed a smile, taking a few deep breaths and pulling back to look Silverstream over briefly. Her color was better, and the hippogriff’s ears had a familiar perk to them. “How are you holding up?” He asked, prompting Silver’s ears to flatten briefly. “Still pretty shaken. Probably will be for a while, but hey, we’re ok for now.” She managed to say as he hugged the hippogriff close again.
“Lots of Starlight talks in the future for both of us I guess. Or maybe a professional therapist.” Gallus muttered, prompting a giggle from Silverstream. “Is that still you Gallus? Or did I just hear you say you are open to actually going to someone professional to talk about feelings and stuff?” She teased, nuzzling his neck feathers. “Don’t tempt me to change my mind. I think it’d be good.” He grumbled with a slight smile. “I agree, I’m just surprised.”
After taking a break from the loving hug to eat some breakfast, the pair sat down as Gallus boiled a bit more water to keep a steady supply going. For a few moments, the situation could be partially forgotten- just the two of them camping in a remote cave without some supplies. Of course when Silverstream scooted over to nuzzle under Gallus’ chin, it was even easier to forgot it all. “Mmmmm. I always want to be able to hug and snuggle you like this. Day or night or wheneeeeever. I’d like that.” Silverstream mused happily, prompting a slight chuckle from Gallus. “Heh, careful Silver- almost sounds like you wouldn’t mind marrying me or something.” Silverstream was uncharacteristically quiet, but she finally pulled her head back to look into Gallus’ eyes with a vulnerable and nervous look in her own. “Is that such a bad thing to want?” She asked softly, now only able to look at her claws. “Huh? No? Not at all! I mean that sounds awesome-holdonwaitaminute.” Gallus’ immediate response quickly spiraled off as her words hammered home into his mind and heart.
“Um, are you sure you’re feeling ok still? Like…woozy or anything?” He asked, prompting a slightly frustrated glare from Silverstream. “What, you think that’s why I said that?” She asked as Gallus shrugged, now looking at his own claws. “I mean, maybe? I’m still trying to-just give me a minute.” He mumbled, mind racing in circles. Did she just admit to me what I finally figured out for myself? Someone really wants to spend their whole life with me? She wants to… “O-ok…”
Looking up and seeing Silverstream actually appear worried, Gallus padded closer to rest his claws on hers. “You can stop worrying you know.” The Squire whispered, letting out a breath that he hadn’t known was being held. “Y’know, I had planned on going to see your parents sometime, alone.” The gryphon said softly, prompting Silverstream’s head to snap up and stare at him. “They mentioned that’d be fine- but I had already been thinking about it. I wasn’t sure obviously- and that’s why I didn’t say anything. I just have been afraid my feelings would change, but they never have. Well, not in the ‘less feelings’ way at least. Only more. Just like when I told you I loved you.” He added.
Gallus took the fact Silverstream’s face was split in a genuine smile with a few tears spilling from her eyes as a good sign, giving her claws a slight squeeze. “That said, making decisions when we’re both stressed out of our minds is probably a bad idea.” Gallus mused, but then met her gaze with a slight smile. “How about we get out of here first and get things back to normal? We can go to a bunch of therapy sessions with Starlight or someone, and have more dates of course. Then…” The Squire’s brow furrowed, then nodding slightly as he looked up into Silverstream’s expectant and loving gaze.
“Then, after that, I’m going to take a trip to Mount Aris alone, and then we’re going to have a talk, where some important questions are going to be asked. And then I really, really hope the answer is the same one I have.” He finished, prompting a slight sniffle and a few more tears from Silverstream as he reached a set of claws over to rest against her cheek. “Sound like a plan?” It was only then Gallus noticed a few tears on his own eyes as Silverstream nodded rapidly. “I like that plan.” She whispered, then yanking him close and sighing. “I guess that’s one way to talk about…that.” Silverstream murmured, prompting a chuckle from Gallus. “Yeah, but since when have we eeeeeever been a typical couple?” “Fair point.”
Enjoying the hug for a time, Gallus then winced as Silverstream flopped back down to the floor. “Ok, sitting and standing time over.” She quipped, poking her unresponsive limbs with a free claw. “The bandage seems to have helped. Not much stinging, and it’s starting to heal too.” Gallus looked under the bandage and nodded approvingly. The wound wasn’t infected, which was probably due to luck and the poultice he kept applying. It was healing nicely though. Checking on the fire and refilling the clean water after sharing it with Silverstream, Gallus sat down to check her bandage again before absorbing the conversation from a few minutes ago.
Looking at Silverstream again, Gallus felt a blush rise to his cheeks. It was becoming a more common thing, noticing how good she looked at times- and not just in the usual ‘Silverstream is adorable way.’ More of the ‘Silverstream is amazingly attractive’ sort of way. Now his cheeks were definitely beginning to burn as their previous dancing-around-marriage discussion came to the fore. “Um. S-silver?” He asked, definitely not able to meet her gaze this time. “Huh?” “Being ok with what you said earlier, that means e-everything?” “Uhhhhhhh like-?” “…after a certain question-” “OH!
The resulting blush on Silverstream’s face was enough of an answer for Gallus as she nodded once, and the gryphon would have laughed if not for his own dumbfounded expression. A rather sudden realization smacked him in the face, and the blush quickly drained from the Squire’s features. “U-um, I just realized we never really talked about boundaries? Like, ever? I read that somewhere that’s a thing that comes up with couples?” He stammered, tapping a set of claws nervously. “Did I kiss you too much? Is that a thing? For royals? For what you want? I never really asked- I just figured-” “Gallus. Shush.”
Obediently clamping his beak shut, Gallus had to watch as Silverstream tried to restrain giggles but utterly failed. “W-we never had to, because it never was an issue. I’m sure with some nobles I’d need to set boundaries, but you never made me feel uncomfortable.” She chirped with a blushing smile. “I mean as royals there’s stuff we’re taught to not do- and I think my parents had a good idea about it, which I agree with. But I never really even needed to bring it up because you’re such a gentlegriff.” Silverstream explained happily.
Phew. Wait why does she now look…uncertain? “I-um, was actually wondering if you even saw me like that.” Silverstream remarked, prompting Gallus to raise a set of eyebrows curiously. “Huh?” “Like…ugh.” She grumbled, gesturing towards him with a set of claws. “Like I like you for you, but I also think you’re a hunk of a gryphon!”
Tilting his head to the side, Gallus shrugged his wings, still clearly a bit confused. “I’ve always thought you were cute. Deeefinitelly beautiful.” He mused with a grin. Still seeing Silverstream waiting for another answer, Gallus wracked his brain for what she could mean. “Hint, Gallus, because I dunno if this could get even more awkward, but it kinda has been bugging me. Um, I mean about after-a-big-question stuff.” Silver squeaked. Wait. W.A.I.T “Like, sex?” His words prompted a squeak from the hippogriff and a blush returned quickly to Gallus’ cheeks as his eyes widened. Wellllll guess I probably should have told her this a while ago. Thank you past me.
“I-erm, y-yes.” He managed to squawk, smoothing down a few feathers and looking up at Silver as the surprise shoved through the embarrassment. “Wait, bugging you? Huh?” The hippogriff surprisingly had a lesser blush than he did- looking down to her claws briefly. “I wasn’t sure if you even saw me like that.” She admitted softly, toying with a rock in front of her. “Like, in a want-to-be-super-close-with-you-after-a-big-question-way. Other guys joke about that sort of thing, or even brag about it, but I don’t think you’ve mentioned that sort of thing almost at all.” She then looked at him with a rather loving gaze. “O-Oh! I-um, don’t mean that it’s a bad thing. I really like that about you. Not crude and stuff. Still a snark machine though. I was just worried you didn’t see me like that, or erm, ever want that sort of thing. Which is kinda an issue with really close couples actually…” Silver added. Gallus was about to protest, but then simply nodded, moving to sit next to Silverstream. “Snark machine? Ok, fair enough. But there’s a reason for the other stuff actually.” He admitted, looking at his arm. No longer a scrawny weakling, but I guess that all took a toll on me in more ways than one…
“I-um, never really thought about that intimate stuff in general. It’s a side effect- or was.” Gallus explained, Silverstream’s ears perking up. “Starlight gave me a book actually, recommended by Twilight. The effects of malnutrition.” “Yeah, you told me about the effects- and I saw them. I felt so bad…” Silver interjected, Gallus nodding briefly. “Migraines, weakness, irritability, the list goes on. But it also messes with your head. Like…from what I understood, you aren’t getting enough good stuff, or any stuff to your body- so it shuts down all the things that aren’t really necessary to keep living.” Silverstream continued to listen, the always curious hippogriff recalling a brief explanation about this from before, but not this detailed.
“Some of the stuff that is shut down includes thinking about girls…like that. After big-question stuff.” Gallus admitted, surprised at how not awkward the conversation now was. It was almost like a health issue. Or had been a health issue.
“Oooooooooooooh. Wait, really?” She asked, prompting a nod. “Uh huh. So it wasn’t a matter of not seeing you like that in an attractive way- because my gosh Silverstream you’re gorgeous and wow. ANYHOW. It’s just…I couldn’t. The same way I was a lot nastier at first. It took me over a year just to get to a healthy state where I was ok. So, yeah.” Silverstream stayed quiet, a blush and slightly evil grin then edging onto her beak. “Buuuut that malnutrition is cured, right? Soooooo that means…” Curse you Silverstream. “U-um definitely cured? Very much so? Can I stop there?” He squeaked, a blush flaring on Gallus’ cheeks. Silverstream's happy nod thankfully gave him reprise from elaborating on that. “WAIT. Does that mean you have seen me like that for a while? And…” His open ended question prompted the hippogriff to squeak and bury her head under a set of claws with a groan. “NUH UH. Ohmygoshyes.”
Gallus blinked, a rather wide and happy smile on his beak. He’d never really considered himself good looking- not in a completely serious manner at least. But now having someone he loved thinking he was attractive and wanting to be with him forever? In any meaning of the phrase? I…don’t know what to think. Someone wants to be with me. Me. How could I ever get used to feeling this loved? Take this for granted?
Blinking out of his happy stupor, Gallus looked at the increasingly dark-pink hippogriff with a tilt of his head. “Huh. Really? Sorry, it’s…that’s totally awesome, but a weird thing for me. Not complaining though. Hold on- OOOOOOOH! So does that mean every time you blushed super dark and were all awkward you were thinking-” “Galluuuuuus. Stoooooooooop.” The defeated mumble had Gallus chuckling with his own blush returning to his cheeks once again. “Huh. Good to know I guess. That’s…heh, ok, that’s awesome.” He grinned, poking the prone hippogriff’s side with a claw. “You ok there? Now that I think about it, there were quite a few moments you blushed a lot.” “Ugh, quiet you. So. Much. Blushing.” She groaned, her happy demeanor then abruptly shifting with a hiss. “Oh-ick…”
Silverstream promptly curled into a ball and shivered as the embarrassed and jovial mood evaporated. A cold sweat instantly was visible on her hide, the hippogriff managing a weak smile. “S-sorry to be such a mood killer.” She joked, then wincing a shivers shuddered through her body. “Eh, plenty of time for a mood later. We need to get you better.” Gallus replied, then frowning at seeing her shiver on the flat rock. “We need- I need to get you a bed, and fast. I would have done it earlier, but had more urgent stuff. So hold on, I’m going to chance it.” Silverstream tried to protest, but instead simply flopped to the floor. He was right of course- the cold rock was sapping her of any residual heat.
Creeping out of the camouflaged cave entrance, Gallus looked around and mused over his options. Some vines, cattail fiber- and maybe some bushy moss… The cattails were easy to collect- going north instead of south of the last place he harvested. On the way back he snagged a few vines, then returning to look for the final piece. Namely, he was looking for something that wasn’t poisonous that could provide a bit of cushion. Bark- no, bushy branch- nope, that has thorns…Ah! On the side of a few trees and stumps were some thick collections of lime-green moss. Careful to shave some off with his sword, Gallus left a good half of the moss on the tree. It would take longer to collect enough, but wouldn’t alert anyone to his actions as quickly. Ripping it off would be a tell-tale sign of harvest of course. A few trips back and forth, and the gryphon got to work. Weaving a crude flat ‘mat’ of cattail fibers, he then tucked it over the moss ball, repeating the pattern a few times and laying it over the stone as well.
“Tada! Five star bed!” Gallus crowed, watching as Silverstream scooted onto it and sighed. “Ok, this is tooooooons better.” She whispered, head flopping onto the moss and fiber pillow. “This is great Gallus…thank you.” She reached over and gave his free claws a squeeze- his other set of talons gently resting on her cheek for a moment. “Welcome, of course. I hate seeing you sick, or hurt, or anything.” He replied softly, prompting Silverstream to let out a laugh that left her wincing. “W-well, I guess I’m kinda both at this point.”
Gallus settled down next to her, resting his head on her upper shoulder softly. “We’ll see about tomorrow, but within the next few days when you’re feeling up to it, I think I have an idea of how to get out of here.” “Hmm?” Drawing a crude squiggly line intersecting a slightly curved one, Gallus gestured to the simple map. “We’re here, and that’s the river. From what I could see it runs all the way to the ice wall. Now…we won’t know until we get there, but maybe it runs under the wall. Meaning-” “We can slip under with it.”
Gallus nodded, looking over to the still-charging crystal armor, at about two-thirds power now. “Bingo. But we’ll have to move there, and maybe I’ll scout it first. The longer we stay here, the more likely we’ll be found.” Head bobbing in agreement, Silverstream shifted as her eyes drifted closed. “Sounds like a plan. But for now, you’re staying right here.” A grin slid onto Gallus’ beak as he nuzzled her feathers gently, Silver drifting off into a soft slumber. “Yup, I’m not going anywhere.” “Love you Gallus.” “Love you too Silver.”
As the sun rose over Twilight’s school, a group of four young students sat in front of Headmare Twilight with wide eyes in the general lounge. Her words had been few- only that Silverstream and Gallus had been captured. Apparently it was no longer necessary to keep such matters a secret. Ocellus, Sandbar, Yona and Smolder already had heard of the strange new empire regardless. What they hadn’t been able to find out for sure was where their other two friends had gone ever since the Mount Aris visit. “Yona no like this.” The young yak muttered, Sandbar then looking up to Twilight. “Are they going to be ok Headmare Twilight?” He asked with a hopeful gaze. The other three watched the Alicorn closely- as though preparing for their hopes to be dashed on spotting a lie. To their surprise, Twilight simply nodded, a determined smile on her features. “I think so, I really do.”
After a few moments of silence, Smolder finally let out a slight huff of amusement. “Really guys? We’re talking about Gallus and Silverstream. Those two are so head over tails for each other I doubt some freaky monkey could separate them. And we’ve all seen how well Gallus can fight after that Squire training…” The other three were staring at the dragoness with surprised if not hopeful smiles on their faces. “Huh. Upbeat, that’s new.” Sandbar chuckled, the dragoness then waving him off. “Eh. Just stating the facts. Wouldn’t surprise me if Gallus had already punched a few guys over there already.” “Well, actually….” Twilight grinned, Yona then bouncing up and down. “GALLUS SMASHED? HEADMARE TELL US?” She yelled excitedly, the other three students looking at the Alicorn hopefully. “Wellllllll, it’s going to be broadcast later today in an announcement across all the kingdoms. But I see no harm in letting you know first.” Twilight mused. “He did in fact punch the monkey, buuut with a sword. So what the announcement will detail is…” The students were captivated by Twilights brief explanation- all looking forward to the afternoon broadcast. From what Twilight had said, Smolder was certainly right. They were going to be ok. At least, they hoped. -----
For hiding in a cave, Gallus woke up feeling pretty good. The aches and pains had dulled to a simple annoyance, and his current pillow blanket combo was fantastic. “You’re comfy.” The gryphon whispered to the hippogriff next to him- Silverstream having passed out after their talk nestled against his side. “Mutual comfy.” Was her returning reply, Silverstream reaching over to nuzzle his cheek with a slight giggle, then looking down and gasping. “Hey! The pearl is almost better! That weird dark magic is almost gone…and I feel pretty good.” She then let out a slight hum. “Feels nice, but still weird.” “Morning to you too.” Gallus whispered as the two sat up and stretched, Silverstream retracting her wing from Gallus’ back. From what they could tell, it was about noon- the pair trying to sleep later and stay up when it was safe to move about. Which was the plan today of course.
“Mooooorning indeed. Or noon ish. Norning? Nish?” Silver remarked as Gallus let out an amused huff. “Nish it is, a new time.” After sharing a drink of water, Gallus took a deep breath and looked around. Taking off the pieces of armor, the gryphon massaged a few of the sore contact points. “Haven’t taken that stuff off in days. Pretty sure it wasn’t meant to wear like that- but I was so tired…” “Someone needs a bath. Or rather, we both do I think.” Silver added as Gallus nodded in agreement. “Well I’m scouting the wall plan today- so that might help. I at least was able to dunk in the river. Maybe there’ll be a pool farther down?” “Hope so, but until then, I guess we’ll both stink.” Casually sauntering over, Gallus couldn’t help but grin as he nudged Silverstream’s beak with his own, their eyes meeting. “Eh. Stinky or not, still love you.” Silver’s reply was promptly lost in the deep kiss Gallus yanked her into, the hippogriff eagerly returning the gesture. Gallus actually let out a soft squeak as she pulled him closer, then grinning as they both finally had to breath. “I can’t say that was a very attractive lead into a kiss, but wooooooooooow.” She grinned, poking Gallus’ fluffed cheeks with a claw. “And that squeak! Oh my goooooooosh!” “Shush.” “I wanna hear that more!” “Does that mean I get more kisses?” “Yup!” “Awesome.”
The two couldn’t help but laugh, just enjoying each other’s company for the time. A few cattails were torn apart for lunch as Gallus clearly was deep in thought. “Hopefully we can move to the wall today, if I can find a place quick enough. The faster we get out of here the better.” He muttered, Silverstream nodding in agreement. “Sounds like a good plan, more detailed than mine at least.” “What’s your plan?” “Um…escape.” The hippogriff chirped, prompting a chuckle from Gallus. “Well, it’s a good plan, just needs some elaborating.”
Gallus looked at the squiggly map still on the floor from the previous day and doodled a few lines, wings drooping slightly. “I hate leaving you again, but the last thing I want is to get to the wall and have nowhere to hide. It’s a good few hours journey each way, even with the river.” Silverstream didn’t appear any more thrilled about the idea than he did, but still scooted over to rest her head on Gallus’ shoulder. “I’ll probably say this a ton more, but thank you for being there for me.” She whispered, then feeling Gallus stiffen. “I just wish I had gotten there sooner.”
She blinked, looking at the gryphon curiously and then sighed. “Wouldn’t have mattered, as much as I wish it could have. That monkey was pacing before- you wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on him earlier. Then you’d be captured again too…” Silverstream pressed into Gallus’ neck feathers with a huff and a shake of her head. “No. You did amazing. You’re still doing amazing. So thank you.” Gallus wrapped the unsettled hippogriff up in a hug, enjoying the warmth of the one he loved for a good few minutes. “You are most welcome then. And I’d do it a million times again to keep you safe.” “What about a million plus one?” “Oh such a tough choice- but yeah.” He chuckled. The gryphon felt Silver let out a slight giggle, and he gave her a final squeeze before starting to buckle on his armor once again. “I’ll leave the crystal stuff here in case you need it, my normal metal armor should be enough.” Gallus remarked, wincing as he heard Silver sniffle. “Just b-be safe, ok?” She asked, looking up to meet his gaze with worried tears building in her eyes. “I promise. The goal is to just find another cave close to the wall and water. Then I’m coming right back.”
After a quick bite of cattails and another hug, Gallus slipped out the concealed entrance of the cave and aimed towards the stream. Silver didn’t miss how the gryphon’s eyes were wet with worry of his own though. Be safe Gallus, please… -----
Gallus kept only a portion of his beak above water, the gryphon letting the current carry him along. Occasionally he would carefully surface to look around, and then return to his streamline traveling position as the jungle sped by. It must have been a good hour I think, maybe two? Indeed the ice wall was looming closer, towering over the river more and more. It must be easily five or six stories tall, and appeared two stories thick. In other words, lots and lots of ice. And yet this river is flowing. So either it was diverted, or dug under. Considering how unbalanced the necromancer is, I can’t imagine him foreseeing this- at least for now.
With the wall a few miles away, Gallus changed his course to the shore, slowly letting himself drift closer with scant bits of paddling. A few large boulders helped him escape the riverbanks without leaving too much of a mark, and he proceeded to hunt around the area. The trees had looked like little mounds- possibly small miniature hills underneath each outcropping. At least, that’s what Gallus hoped.
After a good twenty minutes of looking over the small mounds of dirt, Gallus felt his hopes slipping. It was rocky, but no caves. Maybe I need to backtrack. Just head up the- Gallus bit back a surprised squawk as his back right leg vanished into the ground. Pulling it out, the gryphon examined the concealed indentation. The hole appeared to be cut at an angle under one of the mounds- just big enough to squeeze through with some room. The upside was that the crack was almost invisible unless you were looking at it from a certain angle. The downside was he had no idea how deep it went, if anywhere. Well. The alternative isn’t too great. Soooooo here we go.
Pulling the majority of his torso through the hole, Gallus shoved aside a few loose rocks and got his bearings. The small tunnel appeared to angle downwards, still big enough to almost stand in. As the Squire cautiously went forward, sword in claw, the gryphon’s nervous features then split into a wide grin as his head popped out of a tunnel exit halfway to the actual floor. “Oh Silver, you’re going to love this.” The gryphon quickly scrambled his way down, doing a quick survey the area for additional exits and any animals before starting his trek back. Hopefully he’d be able to get Silver here before nightfall- and he wanted to keep it a surprise. -----
Left alone once again, Silverstream quickly grew bored now that her body didn’t feel like it was trying to eat itself. Stomach still…eh, could be better. But I feel better at least. She organized and re-organized the cattails a few times, and even tried her claw at weaving some of the strands into a pad. Silver made a passable one, but creative stuff was definitely more of Skystar’s forte. Not that the pair hadn’t tried multiple times on their friendly outings though. Heh, and Gallus has shown me a ton of stuff too. Like carving a stick into an ice cream cone! Looking at the glowing crystal chunk, Silverstream sighed and watched the magical pulse slowly. I just want him back, and admitting I want to marry him just made saying goodbye all the harder! The crystal seemed to glow in response, prompting a slight smile from Silverstream.
But he’s done so much for me. I just hope I can repay him somehow. She then rolled her eyes at the thought. That’s not how love works though, but he soooooo deserves a break. A vacation. Some good food. SOMETHING to make him happy. ….like kisses. I can start there.
“Why are we checking here? It was marked off as clear!” A gruff voice caused Silver’s hackles to rise, the hippogriff immediately tapping the crystal three times and pressing it to her chest. As the comforting armor wrapped her frame in a love-powered embrace, she kept her ears perked up as three or more voices chimed in. “Yeah, but the boss wants us to double check using these detector things. Apparently he’s suuuuuper mad about those staff crystals.” “Well, it’s supposed to blink if we’re close, right? I see no blinking on that hunk of crystal.” “This swamp reeks, yuck!” “Yeah well, at least our pony friend over there can use his horn to make a clean air bubble, any chance you want to share that clean air?” “Fat chance. This transformation deal made my magic a bit weaker anyhow. But hey, no more illness, so not complaining!” What are they talking about? Wait, the crystals in Gallus’ bag over there! But a pony? Transformation deal? Illness? “Hey look, it’s blinking!” “Really!?” “No. Let’s get this sweep done and move on.” A chorus of groans sounded as the search party left, leaving a very confused but somehow informed hippogriff musing over their words. Wait. The crystals…
Walking over to Gallus’ satchel, Silverstream looked at the items inside. There were the oblong dark teal crystals, and surrounding them were chucks of… Pieces of the changeling throne! I knew I recognized those from somewhere! So they blocked the magic of the search thingy… The three blue crystals sat amidst the changeling rocks- Silverstream narrowing her eyes at them. Whatever they were, apparently the necromancer was mad they were gone. Awesome. ----- Hauling himself out onto his favorite boulder, Gallus shook water from his coat and carefully made his way back to the cave. It was a short jaunt back inside, and he blinked as Silverstream waved to him, sitting with the crystal armor on once again. “…more visitors?” He asked, seeing her nod. “Uh huh. But I heard some pretty interesting stuff!” She chirped, then not able to restrain herself as she wrapped her special somegriff in a tight hug. Any interested words Gallus had were quickly lost as Silverstream preoccupied him with a deep kiss. A rather dopey grin on his face, Gallus blinked as he nuzzled Silver’s cheek, the hippogriff giggling at the effect her affection had. “So. Interesting things? Not that I don’t love your kisses.”
Silver nodded, taking off the armor and placing the crystal chunk on the ground. She relayed what the scouting party had said- causing Gallus to drum his talons on the rock in thought. “Hmm. I guess those crystals are really important. All the more reason to get them to…someone, who isn’t us.” He mused.
“I wonder what they were talking about though. A transformation thing and a pony that used to be sick? That’s weird…” Silver nodded, then gesturing outside with a set of claws. “So, what did you find? You’re back sooner than I thought!” Gallus was all smiles, scooping together their few remaining supplies to stuff it all in the side satchels that contained the crystals. “Somewhere safe and totally awesome. We can get there before nightfall! I didn’t see a single patrol on my way down.” Another break for us in terms of luck! Yay! Silver mused, helping Gallus sweep the cave clear of most traces of habitation. “Just follow me- and you may as well wear the armor if it makes you able to move better.”
Nodding, Silver attached the warm crystal to her chest and followed Gallus out of the cave as the gryphon double-checked the satchels hanging at his side. “It’s a few hours down the creek, and then-” The gryphon then froze, hearing the crunch of more footsteps a short distance off. Silverstream didn’t move a muscle until Gallus crept forward with a beckoning gesture. “Too close. Let’s go!” He whispered, the two trotting quietly to the river and a large boulder.
Silver followed on his heels, slipping into the water quietly as they let the current carry them away. “Bye safe cave. Thanks for the help.” She whispered, Gallus nodding in agreement. “It was a nice cave. But this one is tooootally better.” He whispered as they bobbed along. “Oh?” “Yup. Let’s just stay quiet though. That patrol was pretty close.” Silverstream nodded, keeping her hippogriff form still due to the dark magic remnants on the pearl. The last thing she wanted to deal with was a magical mishap when they were traveling. The water doesn’t feel half bad on my fur and feathers either. And is Gallus blushing? Oh he totally is. I’ll ask him about that when we’re safe again… ----- -Meanwhile-
“This can’t be a coincidence.” Celestia muttered as she looked through reports of three major cities. “Are you saying the crime rate has practically dropped to zero in two days?” She asked a stallion sitting at a desk monitoring a radio receiver. “That’s right- the reports we got at least.” He confirmed, Celestia shaking her head. “That’s- I have a theory at least. And you said our scout is on his way with a strange object?” “Eh, he was. But the crystal he was carrying self-destructed. Some sort of failsafe, sorry Princess.”
Celestia let out a huff, then nodding to the ponies as she took a break to the war-room balcony. “I’ll be outside for a few minutes. I have a theory about all this.” Pondering the new data, Celestia couldn’t help but sigh. A broadcast had been sent out today- warning citizens of the new rising threat. She did however, not mince words when it came to the necromancer’s intentions. Also mentioned was Gallus’ successful efforts and the deflection of the attack on Ponyville thanks to Discord. Her own attack had been omitted however. Her ponies could only absorb so much information at a time…
As she pondered and overlooked the afternoon sun a familiar voice whispered into her ear. “You know, you could just ask for help, as much as you dislike it.” Discord chuckled, the God of Chaos appearing and leaning on the balcony railing. “But would I get a straight answer from you? I have a war to run and two creatures to save.” Celestia replied, Discord appearing wounded by the answer. “The shame Celestia!” He groaned, throwing a paw over his forehead- A paw that was firmly wrapped in some bandages that sparked with angry black magic. “Discord, your paw.” The Alicorn remarked, prompting him to wave dismissively. “Just a bad reaction. It is fading more and more each day, nothing to worry about. I would rather avoid playing that sort of golf again though.” He shrugged, meeting her concerned gaze with a nod.
“In case you’re wondering about those crime reports- I believe this will shed some light on the situation. A bunch of ugly crystals rained down on Manehatten and cities and began to broadcast this…” Projected from his un-bandaged set of talons, a small portal sprouted to life as a familiar face leered at the viewers.
“This message is to any creature wanting a new outlook on life! Past crimes you can’t escape of, bound by physical infirmities, or maybe you just want a change of pace? Tap the crystal and become a part of a rising empire in the badlands!” A simple diagram then flashed up, appearing to have been made from colored paper. “On activation, your physical bodies will be dissolved into pure energy- and you’ll get a brand new one!” A simple outline of a pony was shown with an arrow pointing to a new purple form across the page. “All the same good sensations, and much less the pain! Only sleep if you feel like it, eat if it’s pleasurable- but no longer do you have to rely on such things! Any physical maladies you might have will be remedied! Lost limbs, terminal illness, all will be erased! The diagram now showed a pony outline without a limb being made whole with a few black sparkling effects. “You will have a job, but have to be willing to get your hooves, claws, or paws a bit dirty to build this new empire! Nothing is free after all. Don’t delay! We are under threat from multiple kingdoms who don’t approve that such magic should be shared with the common creature, and we need your help! Tap the crystal to accept!” The message then cut, leaving Celestia to hiss out a breath between her clenched teeth.
“So that explains the crime reduction. They all left to join the necromancer. And also he’s preying on the weak and sick among the population- those with no alternative…” She muttered, Discord nodding briefly. “Bingo! And it wouldn’t surprise me if this whole deal failed to mention mild mind control symptoms too- an easy way to keep every-creature in line without too much trouble.” Celestia looked at him and nodded slowly, but then ventured a guess of her own. “That seems rather likely indeed. But what brought you to that guess?” The chaotic god rolled his eyes and lay on his side, twirling a bit of cotton candy between his free claws.
“Because that’s exactly how I’d keep subjects in line of course! If I was evil and wanting to rule the world that is. But ugh, SO boring!” He said, sticking out his tongue in disgust. Fishing around in a massive gaudy pink purse that snapped into being, Discord then placed three small squares on the balcony rail, each swirling with a rainbow of colors. The size of a button and completely symmetrical, there was an odd sensation humming from the crystalline objects as Celestia looked on curiously.
“…Discord, what are these?” The Alicorn asked, a cursory magical scan yielding no results. “My solution to your problem!” He crowed, taking one of the squares and tossing it up and down. “Explain?” “First, observe!” He chuckled, throwing it at a potted plant. On impact, the plant shifted to a basketball- then a pie, then a feather, and multiple other objects faster than the eye could see before Discord plucked it off. “Chaos in a solid form! I forged them myself. I do believe these will help you all quite nicely.” He explained, and rolled his eyes on seeing Celestia stare. “You can’t beat him with strength of numbers you know, not without a lot of messy casualties.”
The Alicorn looked away and sighed, nodding briefly. “Yes, I am aware. With all the nations containing the necromancer, we can slowly push inwards to erase his empire. But…” Discord nodded, clearly not liking the downcast tone Celestia was taking. “Well duh. That’s where these come in! You don’t need to push into his empire at all! Not with conventional forces at least!” Celestia narrowed her eyes, now more curious than anything. “Explain Discord, please.” She asked sincerely.
“Just like that plant- if you put one of things onto that necromancer himself, or maybe even his minion’s, he’ll be paralyzed!” Discord chuckled, levitating a passing bird to the balcony and sticking it to the duck's forehead. The bird promptly went limp, staring off into the distance as rainbow colors clouded its vision. On removing the gem, the bird gave Discord a rude peck and flew off.
“And when I say he’s paralyzed, I mean that whole entire nasty dark magic network will be too! At least for a bit; but to make sure I’d stick two of these into his magic field. One might not do it. But, once that is done, you can smack him with a sunbeam without any worry of zombie-ray hitting a city! Problem solved!” Discord summoned a hammock and lounged in it with a smug grin that stretched from ear to ear. “So! What do you think?”
Celestia promptly sat down and looked at the gems, and then back to the chaotic god in confusion. “Thank you Discord, but may I ask why?” She asked softly, meeting his gaze before the Draconequus looked away. “Why go to such lengths to help us? Why now and why so much?” Standing up and not meeting Celestia’s gaze, Discord looked out across the Canterlot Castle courtyard with a soft huff.
“Because when you’re immortal, you have to savor some moments, Celly. My tea times with Fluttershy have prompted quite a bit of reflection at times. Obnoxious thoughts mostly- but a few gems here and there.” He replied softly. “You know the immortal conundrum probably better than me. Twilight and her friends have stood up for me time and time again, and now when I finally have a group of guys to hang out with- one of them gets taken away. I’ve never had friends until now- certainly not guy friends to have a glorious adventure with every week. And now some rising punk is ruining time that I could be enjoying with them, time that won’t turn back! He is taking time away from me, Celestia, and as an immortal dealing with mortals, that is very precious. And I don’t like being stolen from.”
Celestia’s mouth had dropped open about halfway through his explanation, a wry grin now on her features. “I love seeing your good side.” She chuckled, the Draconequus quickly putting on a pair of summoned black sunglasses. “Celestia, every side is my good side.” He grinned, then floating back into the air. “Well, I have to be going now. That’s all I’ve got. Maybe it’ll help, maybe it won’t, but that’s-” “Thank you Discord.” Blinking in surprise, Discord stared at Celestia and twiddled his two thumbs briefly in what appeared to be bashful embarrassment at the genuine thanks. “Erm, you are welcome. Tootles!” With a soft pop, he vanished, leaving a very amused Alicorn staring at the three cube crystals. “Not a bad idea Discord, not a bad idea at all…” -----
“Gallus, this, is, AWESOME!” Silverstream squeaked as she looked around. Standing at the end of the small tunnel, the hippogriff couldn’t help but prance in place at her surroundings. “Welcome to Cave Home version two.” Gallus chuckled as he sat on a rock nearby.
The small tunnel having led to the bottom of the cavern- a massive pool branched out in front of them, the water itself easily three times the size of their previous location. The humps above ground indeed were hiding a cave- more than enough room to settle down at the edges of the large freshwater pool. A series of smaller pools drained off from the large pond, steaming with heat that bubbled up from underground. These then drained off into a series of tubes that vanished deep underground. Stalagmites and Stalactites sprang up from both ceiling and floor with their pointed heads aiming at both sky and ground, a few small holes in the ceiling providing light. Some luminescent moss also added a bit of light to the underground cavern, making the cave feel more homely than scary. Two small tunnels led to the surface- each blocked by some rotting grass but easily accessible if they needed to get out. It was all lit with the same bluish glow from the moss on rocks and roots alike.
“Dibs on hot bath!” Silverstream giggled as Gallus set out their supplies. They had snagged a bunch more cattails on the way here, as well as two rather large fish. The latter had Silverstream drooling at the mere thought. Gallus had made quick work of skinning them halfway to the cave- letting the guts and such wash away to leave no trace. But we’ll have meat instead of just cattails! AND a hot bath!? Silverstream bounded forward and gave Gallus a kiss- giggling as he stiffened in surprise. “This is amazing Gallus!” She crowed, then jumping to the large pond and taking an expectant sip. “…It tastes ok? But we probably should boil it, huh?” Silver asked. “Eh, yeah probably to be safe in case of bats and stuff.” He agreed, setting down the satchels next to the crystal armor chunk that Silverstream placed down too.
“Looks like there’s a good sized hot water pool. Oh my gosh a bath sounds greaaaaaaaaat.” Silver mused, then pausing to help Gallus set up a small fire circle. In addition to fish, Gallus had snagged a series of small branches and pulled them into the tunnel; so they’d have a way to cook the fish if they wanted to chance it. The heated pool was first on Silver’s mind, especially since it had started to snow just as they were making their way into the hidden tunnel. Strange grey clouds had started to pool within the kingdom’s borders- Gallus’ idea that the necromancer was affecting the weather appearing to be correct.
Silverstream couldn’t help herself as she trotted to the farther pool on the right, Gallus following curiously. Testing the water with a claw, she lowered herself into the neck-deep water and sighed blissfully. “Oh. My. Gosh.” The stress seeped from her limbs at the warm waters touch, the hippogriff instantly feeling better. I could fall asleep in here. Probably not the best idea though… “Hey Gallus! Why don’t you come in too?” She asked, then seeing the gryphon shiver and shake his head. “Nah, I’ll-erm, stand guard. And organize supplies.” He stammered, prompting Silverstream to tilt her head curiously. “But the cave is safe and we just did organize the supplies?” A bright blush now dawned on Gallus’ face as he looked over to Silverstream briefly, then shaking his head. “Nuh uh.” “Why noooot?” She asked with a grin, now more curious than anything. “Because you pull off the wet mane look really, really well, and I really don’t want to test my self-control that much.” He whispered bashfully, prompting Silverstream to stare- And then fall back into the water cackling, a massive blush on her own features rising to match his. Oh. OHHHHHHH. “Ohmyg-gosh Gallus. I-erm, I guess I’ll keep that in mind.” She managed to gasp- trying very hard to not focus on how pleasant exploring that option could be as the gryphon blushed furiously.
“Welllll I’ll just be here. There’s another pool over there I think too.” Silverstream remarked, gesturing with a set of claws. Gallus nodded, a bright purple blush creeping down his neck as he slid into the other pool with a series of grumbles. “E-erm ok. I’ll check this one out then.” Never really had someone to joke about that sort of thing about… Buuuuuut I guess both being stressed might make things a bit easier to talk about? Maybe? I dunno. But ohymygoshhetotallywasthinkingabout- “Wow, Silver, this does feel great….I haven’t had a hot bath is ages.” Gallus mused, resting his head on the warm stone next to the pool. Silver managed to derail her thoughts as she nodded, doing the same and sighing. “The first break we have in a while. Well, as much of a break as we can get when running.” She added. “Relax here for today, have a nice meal, then explore that wall tomorrow. Buuuuut I’d rather just focus on the nice bath for now.” Gallus mused, letting out a yawn. “Not bad for a day. Just keeping my talons crossed for more luck to come our way.” Silver nodded, yawning as well as the warm water began to seep into her frame even further. Looking over to see Gallus dozing, the hippogriff smiled and let her eyes drift close. Maybe they’d actually be out of here soon… Even if we are stuck here longer, there’s nobody else I’d rather have with me other than Gallus. Cracking open her eyes briefly, Silverstream blushed slightly on seeing Gallus look over to her with a loving smile, his own eyes then drifting closed once again. Hmmm. Maybe I’ll get him to squeak after we wake up when I kiss him again. -----
IC surveyed the growing camp with a slight smile, necromantic runes being etched every few hours as tents and other shelters continued to be built. “Sulfid, how many more is that after the last transformation burst departed the pony cities?” “Erm, three hundred sir.” The ethereal hippogriff remarked, prompting the necromancer to chuckle
“A total of seven hundred just this afternoon, and holding steady for the previous day’s numbers too. Who knew you had so many enemies within your own borders Celestia…” The primate chuckled as the newly converted arcane creatures were undergoing the basics of training. His empire would live on- even if it had to be built on a bloody foundation.
“Princess?” One of the guards stationed in the large war room asked, snapping Celestia out of her thoughts. A smattering of papers littered the desk in front of the Alicorn, and the monarch stood and shook the dreary reports from her mind. “Yes Corporal?” “The other armies; they have all made good time. They’re moving into position now and should be ready for the operation in the evening.” “Thank you.” Celestia remarked, then smiling as she glanced over to the pony in question. “Let them all know the timetable hasn’t changed. Also, please inform Master Sergeant Gyld to get into position and be ready to move.” Walking out to the balcony to view her mid-morning sun, Celestia allowed herself a satisfied smirk, the previous melancholy lost. “Your king is about to be put in ‘Check’, necromancer. You just don’t know it yet.” -----
Letting out a massive yawn, Gallus blinked and looked around at the light shafts radiating down from above, the large pool in the cave sending shimmering reflections over his face. Huh. Must be a few hours before noon… Maybe today we’re getting out of here! That last thought sent energy surging through his limbs- the gryphon sitting up with a sigh. As comfy as it was to lean against Silverstream, the sooner they were out of here the better. Then we can spend an entire day cuddling.
Seeing the crystal armor sitting on the ground, Gallus grinned at seeing it pulse a soft blue color. Not green- guess that means it’s charged! “Gallus? Morning.” Silverstream grumbled, rolling slightly to avoid a beam of sunlight. “Morning to you too, feeling ok?” “Uh huh…WHOA!” Silver’s voice instantly jumped a few octaves, the hippogriff all smiles and gesturing to her pearl shard necklace. “That nasty magic and the crystal! It’s all gone! Just the pearl!” She crowed, happily hopping around. “Want to try it out? Might make escaping easier. If not…” Gallus suggested, and Silver nodded with a bit of hesitation. “Yeah, I think I should.”
Walking to the shallow edge of the pool, Silverstream took a breath and activated the pearl. With a familiar flash of magic, Silverstream was engulfed in arcane energy for a few moments. After a second or two, a very happy seapony flapped her tail on the rocky shoreline with a smile and then shifted back. “IT WORKS!” Silverstream crowed- then covered her beak with a set of claws. “It works!” She whispered softer with an embarrassed giggle, Gallus walking over to give the hippogriff a hug and good-morning kiss. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.” He whispered after breaking the gesture, Silver humming happily. “Uh huuuuuuh! Much better!” She crowed, Gallus’ eyes then widening as Silverstream yanked him into another kiss. “Bwa?” Gallus stammered as Silverstream giggled. “Did somebody forget I like kisses already?” The bright blush that plastered itself onto the gryphon’s features was immediate and brilliant, prompting the hippogriff to laugh. “Hey, I feel good, so all the kisses! Buuuut I guess we do need to get out of here, huh?” She asked, demeanor calming slightly.
Trying to smooth down his feathers without much success, Gallus nodded, clearly a bit preoccupied. “I-erm…yeah…” He then glared at Silverstream before kissing her again and sighing. “Couldn’t resist, and we do need to get out of here. I’ll go take a look at the wall and then come and get you.” Silverstream shook her head, pouting and sitting down in front of him. “Nope. I’m coming with you. What if it’s safe to go right then? The longer we wait, the more likely we’ll be found, as you said. Soooo shouldn’t we just do that as soon as possible? We could wait until the sun is going down though.”
Gallus nodded, not able to resist a smile at the resolute hippogriff. “Well, I can’t argue either of those points. So I guess we just wait here a bit, maybe finish off the fish from last night and some more cattails in the meantime.”
Taking a few minutes to coax a small fire into existence, Gallus then set a bit of the already-cooked fish nearby to heat it up along with a glass bottle of water. Settling down with a wince, the gryphon took off the metal armor for a few moments and glanced over to Silverstream. “Anything on your mind? Other than feeling good and kisses?” He quipped, his teasing being rewarded with a slight blush. “Not fair. But just…it’s all kind of overwhelming. It’s been a crazy few days. Or a week? Almost that. I guess it won’t really set in until after.” Silverstream mused, prompting a nod. “Yeah. Kind of like the stuff that happened in Griffinstone- it took years for that to come all out.” He then paused, trying to meet Silverstream’s gaze as she watched the small fire. “I’m here if you want to talk about things you know. You’ve been there through all my stuff…”
Silver looked up to him and nodded- eyes slightly damp as she struggled to smile slightly. “T-thanks Gallus. I’ll take you up on that, just not now.” She whispered, then shaking her head. “V-vacation on a beach or in a snowy cabin?” “Huh?”
Silver shrugged as she settled next to the fire next to Gallus, nibbling on a bit of cattail. “Just fun questions to ask back and forth. Skystar and I did it all the time. I’d prefer a beach.” Gallus mused over the options and finally nodded. “Yeah, I’ll agree with you there. Snowy cabin sounds fun for like, a bit. But then it’d get boring. A beach it’s much more relaxing somehow, and more to do. Haven’t been much though.” Not saying anything for a moment, Gallus then let out a huff at seeing Silverstream looking at him expectantly. “Oh. So I ask one now? Ummmmm, favorite Pish filling?” “Galluuuuus. That’s not fair.” She pouted. “They’re ALL so good!” He chucked and nodded in agreement. “Ok, that is true. Hmm. Worst dessert you’ve ever eaten?” Silverstream stuck out her tongue and shivered at the thought. “Remember when Ocellus challenge Smolder to a bake off? And they both made brownies? Smolder’s….” Another shiver ran over the hippogriff’s frame as Gallus followed suite. “Yup, in agreement. That-blech, let’s not ever talk about that again actually.”
The two chuckled briefly, and Gallus then tossing a small object over to Silverstream. “Oh. I carved this for you, or tried to at least. It’s simple, but thought you’d like it.” Looking over the wooden carved seashell, Silverstream couldn’t help but let out a happy squeak. Rough around all the details but recognizable nonetheless, the single clamshell had been carved from a random piece of leftover wood- likely with just Gallus’ claws, judging from the marks. “I love it!” She squealed, then blushed as she looked over and saw Gallus staring with a content smile on his beak. “What?” She asked, prompting a simple shrug. “I just love it when you’re happy.” The kind gryphon was quickly preoccupied by the kiss Silverstream gave him, then leaning against his shoulder. “Well same goes for you.” Silverstream whispered, then letting out a soft sigh. “I just want more of this. Without the stress and running from a psycho monkey.” A nod was Gallus’ reply, leaning back against her head with his own. “Yeah, I’d like that too. But we’re close to that- just need to take a little swim.”
The hippogriff was quiet for a few moments, then finally gave Gallus’ shoulder a final nuzzle and a nod. “I’m ready to be done with this place.” She then managed a slight smile. “Well, only because we’re inside a freaky ice wall. This cave is actually quite nice!” Gallus could hear the slight quiver in Silver’s voice as he gave her talons a squeeze, then organized the few items they had just to double check things. “I’m just going to check outside briefly, ok?” He whispered, Silverstream watching him scramble up the tunnel with a nod. We’re so close to getting out of here! Just need to wait until- His thoughts froze on hearing a gaggle of voices in the distance, the gryphon not poking his head out of the crevasse. They were a distance off- but there were quite a few of them. Branches snapped as the voices moved through the forest- their path angling past the cave entrance towards the upriver area. We might not be able to wait until nightfall.
Slithering back inside, Gallus kept his voice soft as he shook his head. “There’s a lot of creatures out there. Barely within earshot, but close. We should just eat and wait for the coast to be clear. After they’ve left, we need to get going. I don’t think we can wait until it’s dark. If it’s a large search party, or they’re moving the camp this far then I don’t know how we’d leave…” The pair ate in silence, then quietly discussing their plans of how best to traverse underwater. Against Gallus’ wishes, Silver shoved the crystal armor into his talons. “This thing will protect you if something happens; I can just swim away!” She stated, the fire in her gaze dampening the gryphon’s arguments. It was a fairly heavy load between the satchels and the armor, but nothing that would weigh Gallus down to the point of it being deadly. In fact, it would help when swimming underneath the wall and needing to hug the riverbed.
A quick check above ground confirmed the large group had moved on- and Gallus nodded to Silverstream quickly. After a final look around the cave, Silverstream followed the Squire’s lead to the sunny jungle above them. Despite a pleasant temperature, nerves ate away at the pair’s every thought. They were still a few miles from the wall- and every snapped twig was an enemy, and every whisper of the wind turned into an alerting cry. -----
Optional Music “Is everyone in position?” Celestia asked, standing among a dozen of her legionaries and addressed the portal in front of her, the ice kingdom a few miles away. The small forward operating base consisted of a smattering of tents surrounded by a hastily erected wooden wall. The guard had doubled due to Celestia paying it a visit. The hippogriffs’ own post was a short distance away as well, the two bases only a few minutes trot. “Our border is set- awaiting your signal Celestia.” Ember declared. “The gryphon empire is ready and waiting!” General Gruff grumbled. “The hippogriff army is ready to support.” Queen Novo stated proudly. “Then let us begin. All forces prepare for any counter attacks, and continue to watch for Gallus and Silverstream.” As the portal closed, Celestia charged her own magic and let a smile slip onto her features. “Check, Necromancer.” -----
Gallus paused in their trek through a thick section of jungle forest, Silverstream stopping at his side as a strange energy filled the air. The river section of the wall was in sight- but something made them pause. They hadn’t heard any enemies for their entire trek… Clambering up a thick tree, the two took a brief look around to ensure they weren’t about to be surprised by a mysterious attack. A low then hum permeated the jungle, and Gallus was the first to spot a flicker of color behind them. “Silver!” He whispered, gesturing with a talon.
A single red rune shone against the sky; the two crests of Griffinstone burning into the clouds. It was small- but was quickly joined by another. Five more then joined it, and then a dozen, then hundreds. Within moments runes carpeted the sky- the smaller shapes making up a larger crest that burned brightly on the distant border of the ice wall as the gryphon army made its presence known. A green symbol quickly followed- a crude drawing of the dragon lands sigil matching the Griffinstone one as it seared the sky. Flames licked from the edge of the jagged design as another border of the necromancer’s land was marked.
Gallus felt Silverstream reach over and hold his claws as two more symbols lit up the sky in unison, which happened to also be the closest ones; that of the Hippogriff Kingdom and the Two Sisters. The golden shield around the empire crackled as Celestia and Luna’s brand caused the low clouds to rumble with thunder. The four kingdoms enclosed the borders of the necromancer’s claim with their own marks- each race united against the common threat. The golden shield originally summoned expanded with a thunderclap- the magic widening and linking with the symbols that radiated into the sky. Each corner of the empire now glowed with a unique color as each nation added their own magic to the containment shield. “They’re all here.” Gallus whispered as Silverstream nodded. “Gallus, let’s go home.” Dropping down from the trees, the two scampered quickly towards the river and the ice wall. They probably had a short break while the runes distracted everyone… There! (Option to end music- or continue listening)
Gallus skidded to a stop at the edge of the shoreline. The river gurgled and rumbled underneath the ice wall, emerging but a few dozen feet away in a boiling tumult of white water. “I’ll go first. Then I can wait for you and help if you get stuck.” Silverstream stated, shaking her head as Gallus was about to object. “I’m not too good with air bubble magic, but I can do it for a few moments. So I’ll make sure you’re safe.” She added with a smile. “Well, considering I can’t argue, I guess that’s the plan.” Gallus chuckled, Silverstream nodding briefly. “Yup! No arguing, now let’s get out of here.”
Silverstream dove into the water, gracefully transforming into her seapony form as she swam underneath the wall. Sure enough, no barriers stopped her- and she popped up on the other side before coming back. “There’s a few rocks, but you’ll be fine! Just tuck your head in just in case. Maybe I’ll take the satchels and the armor?” She asked, Gallus about to reply when his ears twitched. “Silver. Go!” He hissed, prompting the Seapony to dive.
“Gallus!” A familiar voice called, and the gryphon’s heart jumped on seeing two familiar Alicorns step out from the shadowy tree line. “You got close enough so that we could finally sense you! Come, let us get out of here. And where is Silverstream-Ah! There she is!” Celestia remarked as Luna looked on, Silverstream popping her head up just offshore. Gallus was about to answer when his eyes narrowed. No. This makes no sense, none at all. I wonder… “And you must be Princess Luna- it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Gallus remarked smoothly, watching as Luna nodded. “Indeed, nice to meet you-” The Alicorn’s words were cut off as Gallus’ spear snapped into existence and buried itself into Luna’s face- the disguised arcane entity letting out a pained screech. ‘Celestia’ scrambled backwards as Gallus bounded forwards, tearing the disguise and hidden creature apart with a blow from his sword.
Yanking the satchels from his side, Gallus tossed them to Silverstream- catching an oblong crystal that fell out. “Silver, get these out of here! Run!” He yelled, abandoning all stealth. They know we’re here! “I’m not leaving you!” She called back, retrieving the satchel and gesturing for him to run. “I don’t plan on being left! Just get a head start!” As Silverstream dove once again, Gallus jumped to launch himself into the water- And found his body slammed against the ice wall a few feet away.
Letting out a groan, the gryphon found himself pinned by a set of claws, a long face leering at him with a chuckle. “FINALLY got you!” IC hissed, yanking the crystal from Gallus’ grip. Slamming it into his staff, the necromancer grinned as a soft whine from his staff permeated the air. Hitting Gallus with a magically charged blow, the gryphon was sent skyward to land on top of the wall. As Gallus scrambled upright and looked around, he saw hidden runes embedded deep in the ice near the ground far below. So that’s how they knew we were here- and once the crystal was away from the changeling throne shards…
Landing with a THUD that cracked the wall itself, IC glared at the gryphon as he cloaked himself in ethereal fire, black flames eating at the edges of his body. “You have made my life very inconvenient, gryphon!” He called, gesturing down below. “I need her alive- you, not so much! But I’m sure my minions…” The cocky primate’s words trailed off as flashes of light illuminated the scene down below. The dozens of arcane creatures that had pursued Silverstream outside the wall were brutally being slaughtered by Celestial Legionnaires; their flaming weapons biting through armor and magic forms alike. Silverstream was frantically gesturing his way- protected by four armored ponies who looked up and gestured with their spears. She’s safe!
Scooting closer to the edge, Gallus then found himself thrown across the wall- IC now standing between him and freedom. “Oh no you don’t! I’m not through with you yet.” He growled, Gallus tapping the crystal armor on his chest. Quickly spreading to line his gauntlets and helmet, the armor glowed as the gryphon settled into a fighting stance. Grasping the spear handle, Gallus didn’t activate the weapon just yet. This windbag like to talk. So let’s see… “What are you going to do? Turn me into an arcane zombie?” Gallus asked as IC edged forward with a mad chuckle. “I was thinking more of slowly tearing your mortal form into-GAH!” The spear slammed into the necromancer’s side as Gallus then bounded forwards. Yanking the weapon out and tossing it aside, IC held his staff low- the long artifact shifting its shape into a longsword as he smacked Gallus aside. Burning with black and purple dark magic, the weapon seemed to have a tinge of green as well as it rang off the gryphon’s protected side. My armor nullifies his magical strikes- so at least it’s on a somewhat even playing field!
Gallus slashed at the primate’s neck- the biped sidestepping and delivering a glancing blow to the gryphon’s ribs. The crystal armor let out a screech but didn’t give, Gallus skidding on the ice to try and score another blow. Blocking it and pushing Gallus’ arm aside, IC brutally slashed at Gallus’ chest, the crystal armor letting off a loud ‘PING’ as the weapon burned through. The metal underneath however resisted the attack. The gryphon was quick to realize his disadvantage as IC skidded to his side, a brutal kick sending Gallus sprawling. While his claws and paws skidded on the ice, the necromancer’s footing was sure- somehow skating this way and that effortlessly.
That disadvantage was even further amplified as Gallus struggled to stand- barely blocking a blow from the dark magic sword. “What’s the matter gryphon? Can’t seem to get a sure footing?” IC chuckled, then letting out a hiss as Gallus stabbed his sword through the primate’s ankle. “PEST!” The necromancer growled, kicking at Gallus’ head and then drawing back his sword. Gallus rolled away and managed to get into a low combat stance. “Oh, but I’m your pest. Aren’t I special?” Gallus quipped with a grin, an arcane shield snapping into existence on his left forearm. Dashing forward, the necromancer battered at the energy shield, Gallus managing to score a deep blow to the creature’s arm. He was rewarded with a kick to his leg- the blow sending the Squire sprawling before regaining his footing for a moment.
The ice then rippled and shivered under Gallus’ paws, sending the gryphon skidding onto all fours as IC laughed, his sword having glowed with magic briefly. While the gryphon was down, IC skated to his side and tore into an unarmored section of Gallus’ side with a flick of his wrist. As the gryphon tried to stand, IC shoved Gallus over, pinning the Squire’ sword arm to the icy floor and drew back his own weapon. On trying to rise, Gallus received another brutal blow to his head that made his ears ring behind the helmet. He barely managed to block another blow- this one sliding to cut into the crystal-enforced breastplate. “That gem of yours is highly annoying- but I don’t need fancy spells to dispatch you.” The gryphon’s vision swam as IC slammed the sword against his helmet, then slashing at the Gallus’ chest again. The armor let out a hiss- the crystalline armor appearing to hold onto the dark magic blade for a moment before it pulsed slightly. Gallus felt the armor get suddenly heavier- Out of power, did that strike drain it? IC stood over him, drawing the weapon back for a swipe at his unarmored neck. The sword was halfway down in a strike when the necromancer let out a choked gasp and paused his movements. Protruding from his left eye was a crossbow bolt- a second emerging from IC’s neck moments later.
Hidden in a tall tree bordering the ice wall, Master Sergeant Gyld let a stony grin slide onto his beak as he took aim with the modified crossbow once again. The sadistic primate just needed to take a few steps to get back in his sights… Strike at my student will you?
Stumbling backwards, the necromancer’s form shivered as he looked around angrily for the unseen foe. Gallus managed to stand up once again as he clutched at his side, letting out a slight grunt as blood dripped from under his claws. A third bolt slammed into the necromancer’s chest- IC’s form shivering even more violently. With an angry growl, the necromancer kicked viscously at Gallus, sending the gryphon sliding across the ice towards the edge. A fourth crossbow bolt hit the primate’s chest- causing him to finally vanish with a ‘SNAP’ of energy.
Gallus’ vision swam as he stumbled to the close edge of the wall and flopped over- vaguely remembering that spreading his wings would be a good idea. Something caught him- the gryphon vaguely remembering pink feathers, followed by golden armor and an ethereal fire. The world then went black. -----
“GALLUS!” Two legionaries launched themselves into the air after the pink missile that exploded from next to them, Silverstream tackling Gallus midair and spreading her own wings to slow the unconscious gryphon’s decent. The two Pegasi guards grabbed each of the gryphon’s forelimbs, lowering him to the ground as another barked out orders. Six Celestial legionaries dashed forward with spears at the ready, guarding the retreat as the group vanished north towards the Forward Operating Base. The sight was almost too much for Silverstream to take in; dozens of ponies and Hippogriffs crowding around as they made their way through the tan military tents towards a larger one in the middle, desks and tables visible inside. Silverstream didn’t leave Gallus’ side until he was whisked into a medical tent to her right, a small squat green structure- then held back with two Legionaries. With a flash of magic, Queen Novo appeared at her side and promptly wrapped her niece in a hug.
“Silverstream! You made it! Thank heavens, are you hurt? This way- we have our own medical tent here.” Novo instructed, Silverstream casting a worried glance backwards as she was hustled into a smaller dark blue tent. “But Gallus-” “Will be fine. I need to get you checked out first though. Equestrian doctors are the best in the land- but they haven’t had time to study our biology in some time. So please just let us look you over alright?” The worried Queen explained as Silverstream nodded. As they entered the small medical tent, Silver’s eyes widened as she looked down. “U-Um Auntie? My limbs are shaking, and I feel kind of weird.” She stammered, promptly sitting down with a gasp. “Medics, here!” Novo called as a blue hippogriff wrapped a blanket around Silverstream. “Just shock, sit here please.” The medical officer instructed as he wrapped a blood-pressure cuff around Silver’s arm. “I need to get back to Celestia- and I’ll let your parents know, ok Silver? You’re safe now.” Novo relayed, giving her niece a brief hug before vanishing again.
As Silverstream shivered and let the medic run his various tests, she couldn’t help but clutch a small wooden carving, the seashell smooth against her claws. Please be ok Gallus… -----
“How is he?” Celestia asked as Gyld stood over the prone gryphon, a chunk of crystal resting on the ground from where it had dropped moments earlier. “Probably a nasty goose egg on his head; therefore a slight concussion, and some stitches were needed on his side for that nasty gash. Overall, not bad. He’s done fighting at full strength for a while though.” Gyld remarked, then sighing with relief. “They’re finally out of there…now they can leave war to us.” Not hearing Celestia’s response, Gyld’s eyes narrowed as he turned to look at Celestia, the benevolent ruler’s eyes rather determined but not lacking in compassion. “I wish it was that simple Gyld. I will explain further, but don’t you and your wife have a home in Manehattan?” Gyld immediately caught on and nodded. “The one with two stories that recently was re-painted? Do we need to take a vacation with guests?” “I believe so.”
As Celestia walked out of the tent, Gyld sighed and shook his head, looking over the unconscious gryphon sadly. “Looks like you’re not out of this yet Gallus. But we’ll take care of you as best we can.” -----
“You got back one of the gems, right? So isn’t that a win?” Sulfid suggested to the fuming primate, his form still flaking off bits of dark magic as it re-energized. Something had happened on the wall a few hours prior, but IC had refused to elaborate until now. “Yes, but that hippogriff’s pearl is the only one that resonates with the amulet we possess. The others would fragment, among other issues. Therefore that’s the conduit we have to use! And they still have two of the crystals. No, we need that pearl shard above all else. I can get by with one crystal.” The necromancer hissed, wiggling his hand as the magical flesh returned to his natural form.
“And I assume you have a plan for all that? I’ve been overseeing our successful recruitment as best I can.” Sulfid remarked, IC then waving the hippogriff off. “Yes yes, you’ve been doing a fantastic job. And I do have a plan- but we have to wait. Until that pink nuisance stops moving, we can’t spring it. For now, we build our forces and wait for the signature to show up again. I’ll give you details soon enough so you can train the troops on the plan. Just pass it down to the training officers.” Sulfid nodded as the necromancer moved off to survey his domain- shrugging briefly as he went about his duties. He didn’t have to understand the master plan- only execute it. -----
Gallus awoke to a pounding headache- and something rather cool on his brow. The cushions- or whatever soft item he lay on was also rather nice. The last thing I remember…that fight- THE FIGHT- His effort to snap awake and upright was partially successful- the gryphon lifting his head slightly before flopping back down with a groan. Ok. Bad idea. Whatever cool compress was on his forehead also was blocking Gallus’ vision, but some soft noises next to him assayed his next fear. “Gallus? You’re awake!” A gentle voice whispered, a familiar soft cheek pressing against his. “I was worried when you wouldn’t wake up and had that gash in your side and the huge lump on your head and I thought-” “Silver. Breath.” Said hippogriff took a deep breath and sighed, nuzzling her favorite gryphon gently. “S-sorry. I was just so worried.” “Indeed we all were- well, those of us who didn’t know how hard headed you were.”
The deep voice brought a chuckle out of Gallus, the gryphon tilting his head to the side. “Gyld? That you?” A chuckle was the Squire’s answer, Gyld nodding as he walked a bit closer and sat down. “In the flesh. How are you feeling Gallus?” The Squire grumbled, letting out a sigh. “Feels like I got smacked by an angry monkey, which is pretty close to the truth. Where am I?” Silverstream let out a giggle at that, and a slight huff left Gyld’s beak. “That is indeed accurate. We’re currently in Manehattan- at one of the royal safehouse locations. My wife is downstairs handling the antique store front of the place.” Gyld explained, Gallus finally cracking open an eye as he lifted the cool cloth on his forehead.
Silver was sitting next to him with a wide grin, while the Gyld was situated to the left, near a doorway in the simple off-tan room. A set of windows were to Gallus’ right, looking over what was likely a main street, judging by the other buildings in view. “So…we just wait here? How long have I been out?” Gallus asked, noticing Silverstream’s smile fade slightly. Gyld walked over and held up a familiar side satchel, the clinking of crystal and stone emanating within. “….oh boy.” Gallus groaned, promptly putting the cool cloth over his eyes once again.
“That’s kind of what I said.” Silver quipped, prompting Gyld to sigh. “And warranted. It’s a bit of a pickle we’re in Gallus. Celestia herself is going to stop by later now that you’re up and explain, but we don’t have many options.” Gallus’ decent mood had quickly shifted, the gryphon grumbling and trying to avoid the looming headache.
“We escaped that nightmare to get those things away, and to someone who could take care of it. Like…I don’t know- Celestia, Luna, the royal guard? Why are they still here?” “Gallus, they didn’t have a choice.” Silver piped up, prompting Gallus to lift the cloth once again and look at her curiously. “Huh?” “Celestia doesn’t know who to trust.” Silverstream explained, setting her head next to Gallus’ and nuzzling his cheek. “Some of the royal guards defected to the necromancer. He’s been doing some sort of advertising, recruiting criminals and such. The only creatures Celestia and Luna seem to trust are Gyld, his wife, us, and the elements of harmony.” The hippogriff sighed, clearly not happy with their current predicament.
“Well, she can trust her legionaries- the amazing fiery ponies who were there. But there’s a bit more to that. Umm, your armor…” A loud groan left Gallus’ beak, the gryphon tapping the metal breastplate that was loosely still attached to his body. The past days began to cascade through his tired mind like a painful waterfall- they were supposed to be safe… “The gem. You have got to be kidding me. Please tell me that is not the reason.” “That’s the reason.” Silver whispered, resting her cheek against his, and prompting another huff. “You know, it’s really hard to be angry when you’re cuddly.” “Yup!”
Gyld chuckled, walking closer and shrugging his wings. “She is correct though. That ancient gem on your armor helps dampen the signature of the gems and Silverstream’s pearl shard. Well, when coupled with the changeling rocks of course. We tried to transport them actually- and Silverstream separately. In both cases, we were immediately attacked by dozens of the necromancer’s forces. So we did try Gallus- Celestia says she has a plan though.”
Nodding slowly, Gallus let out a tired breath, then wincing at the movement. “I don’t like it, but that makes sense. And let me guess- the armor only works with me?” “Actually…” Silver chirped, prompting another groan. “Oh come on.”
“Again, we tried Gallus. You’ve been out for a day and a half. We tried every other option- and every time we got attacked. The only time the necromancer can’t sense the gems or the pearl shard is when they’re with you and that armor. The crystal armor seems to amplify the dampening field- it’s over there.” Gyld then let out a genuine laugh, gesturing to the crystal chunk sitting on a chair across the room. “By the way, I’ve never seen scientists so mad before Gallus. The armor wouldn’t respond to their instruments almost at all, and only activated when placed on your or Silverstream. So congratulations on your extended equipment loan.”
That prompted a chuckle from Gallus, slowly taking the cold cloth from his eyes. “Ok, that sounds pretty awesome…can I get up?” He asked, prompting Gyld to nod. “Silver, can you help him up? Slowly please.”
Silver helped the gryphon slowly sit up, then squeaking as he flopped onto her shoulder. “Um. Sorry Silver. Really weak.” Gallus grumbled as Gyld retrieved a small plate of food; fish and pastries from the looks of it. “I don’t doubt it. That gash in your side needed stitches, and the blows to your head probably left you with a slight concussion. Both of you need rest- you’re worn ragged from the past week.” Gyld explained, and Gallus could now see circles under Silverstream’s eyes, neither of them now fueled by the constant adrenaline rush of running and hiding.
“We’re…uh, both kinda a mess, huh?” He asked, prompting Silver to nod. “I slept for twelve hours straight. Next to you of course- you had me worried.” The hippogriff whispered, letting out a tired breath.
“I wish I could offer more comforting information, but that’s the situation.” Gyld explained, then looking over as Gallus grinned slightly. “Well, at least you’re here, and we’re not inside an ice wall. Speaking of- who shot those bolts when I was on the wall? Weren’t you a trained sniper?” Gyld nodded, a twitch of a smile edging onto his beak. “I am a trained sniper, Squire Gallus. And yes, that was me. You looked like you could use a bit of help.” He explained, prompting Gallus to nod. “That explains it- well, thank you. Thought I’d do better against him than that, but suppose not.” “On the contrary.” Gyld quipped, watching as Gallus took a stab at the food with a talon. “You did remarkably. You were on the run for a week with minimal rations, had to fight on unsteady and slipper ground, against a foe you knew little to nothing about. Despite that, you held your own and got a few blows in. You performed fantastically- especially since the necromancer is leagues above any training projection you faced.”
Gallus nodded as the praise eased a bit of his doubts, the food starting to replenish a bit of his energy. “Suppose so…” He mused, then feeling a very familiar sensation starting to clog his throat. “H-hey Gyld? Can I have some time with Silver please?” He asked, the older gryphon quickly nodding and walking out without objection. As soon as the door shut, Silverstream scooted a bit closer. “Gallus? You ok?”
Ignoring the pain in his side and aching temples, Gallus shook his head slightly, the gryphon leaning against Silverstream’s chest. “Not really. Are you?” He whispered, a few tears brimming in his eyes. “We escaped, we’re finally sort of safe, but still caught up in all of it? It j-just…” Silverstream nodded, holding her gryphon close as he cried, tears in her own eyes spilling over. “But w-we’re at least here with Gyld and his wife. We’re safer than before, so at least it’s a step up.” She whispered, prompting a tearful chuckle from Gallus. “Always looking on the bright side.” He whispered, enjoying the nuzzle Silverstream gave his cheek and neck. “Kinda have to in times like this.” She whispered, then resting her cheek against his. “If you look for the light, you can often find it. But if you look for the dark that is all you will ever see.” Gallus let out a slight huff, pulling back and looking at Silverstream curiously. “That was surprisingly beautiful. I mean coming from you that covers a lot, but…” Blushing furiously, Silver shook her head with a slight smile. “Oh, that was from an old philosopher Skystar told me about. Lots of good quotes like that, but that one just stuck with me.” “I think it’s pretty fitting for us right now though.” Gallus agreed, closing his eyes and enjoying Silverstream’s fuzzy hug.
“I never thought I’d be excited about the idea of just having homework to be worried about.” The soft comment prompted a few giggles from Silverstream, the hippogriff nodding in agreement. “Tooooootally. Having a crazy monkey chase me has gotten old.” She was quiet for a moment before tightening her hug an nuzzling under Gallus’ chin. “I also look forward to more of this, when we’re not stressed out.” She added, prompting a chuckle. “But don’t you miss those awkward yet informative talks we had?” Gallus swore he could feel Silverstream heating up from his jest, prompting a slight laugh as she grumbled. “Noooooooot gonna answer that.” Continuing to chuckle, Gallus gave Silverstream a tender kiss, then sighing as he gestured towards the door. “We probably should see what Celestia wants. I guess Gyld can contact her…” A slightly red Silverstream nodded, helping the gryphon stand with no small amount of hissing from his beak. “So. Sore. Ow.” He sighed, meandering to the door and finding Gyld looking through a larger binder in the next room. Surprisingly vacant, the room held a few bookcases, a couch, and a desk with a large window set above it.
“Ah, what can I do for you two?” He asked, Silverstream then piping up. “Erm, when is Celestia coming? We just want to hear what she has to say.” She explained, Gallus letting out a slight chuckle. “Or give us a medal, that works too.” Seeing the glare Silver shot his way, the gryphon shrugged. “What? A medal would be cool!”
Gyld chuckled and tapped a small crystal that sat on the desk, then nodding as it blinked twice. “Well. I just alerted her that you’re awake and coherent. So go get comfortable in the next room and she should be along shortly.”
Meandering back to the other room and plopping on the couch Gallus previously had been occupying, the pair simply leaned against each other tiredly. “A week at the beach sounds nice.” Gallus mumbled, Silver nodding in agreement. “Uh huh.”
With a soft ‘POP’, a familiar alabaster Alicorn appeared in the room with a sigh. “Hello you two- I’m glad to see you’re both doing well.” She said, Gallus only managing to bow his head along with Silver. “Thank you, Princess Celestia, for the save by the way.” Gallus replied, prompting Celestia to wave a hoof. “Just Celestia here, please. And Silverstream is the one who first caught you, I might add. My legionaries then swept in.” Silverstream blushed slightly, Gallus giving her shoulder a loving nudge.
“But, my time here is short, so I’d better explain. I am sorry to burden you both with this, but we are out of options.” Celestia explained, summoning three metal objects to float in front of the pair. “A crossbow…and two daggers?” Gallus asked curiously. There were simple grips wrapped around each of the hilts, while the crossbow appeared to a be single-shot model. Both the bolt and tips of the daggers had odd square bits that seemed to shift and warp with color.
“Since the necromancer will come for Silverstream first, and likely the gems as soon as they leave your presence, I thought it best to give you these.” Celestia stated, then letting out a groan as a familiar voice echoed through the room. “My favorite gryphon is back! Huzzah!” Discord crowed, a potted plant in the corner sprouting eyes and a mouth. Unraveling into his full form, the Draconequus cracked his neck in half before looking at Gallus and frowning. “Well you look awful. No guys nights for a bit I suppose…” “Good to see you too Discord.” Gallus chuckled, the chaotic god taking the three objects and spinning them around.
“I’ll take it from here my sunny delight. Let me make this short. Just shoot and or stab that monkey with them. Two have to be used! If that happens, the lovely gems in the ends will paralyze him. When that happens, you yell for Celestia, and she brings the pain!” He chuckled, eyes flaring with fire at his last word. “So, shoot, stab, yell. Yes?” He asked, the pair nodding before all three looked to Celestia, Discord having a rather smug grin on his features. “Did that cover it?” Smacking a hoof to her forehead, Celestia couldn’t hide the smile dawning on her tired features. “Yes Discord that did. Thank you.” “Ta ta!”
As he vanished, Gallus looked at the objects and carefully picked up the dagger, then setting it aside. “So…these gems paralyze the necromance if we can stab him? Or shoot. Use two of them and then call for you? That’s it?” He asked, then sighing as the full situation came into focus. “And of course we have to be the ones to do it. Because if he comes here- he’ll come for Silverstream, the gems, and revenge as a side note. That means totally bypassing any guards if he can, or Gyld for that matter.”
Celestia nodded at the young gryphons words. “Quite a decent way to sum it up I’m afraid. But this is the final step, and Gyld will be here regardless. Once he’s paralyzed, I’ll be free to destroy the runes threatening the various provinces. If you can, destroy him too, but I’ll handle that if not.” She explained, then bowing her head to the pair.
“I am sorry to place such a burden on you two so soon after escaping. I would wait longer, but the necromancer’s forces are growing at an alarming rate.” Silverstream let out a slight squeak, shaking her head quickly. “No need to thank us…I mean you’ve done a lot from what I’ve heard.” “I second that. Also having the ruler of Equestria bowing her head to me feels really really weird.” Gallus added, Celestia letting out a chuckle. “My efforts still don’t excuse the lapse that led to this entire situation, and for that I am sorry. If there’s anything you need, do let me know. But Gyld will fill you in on the current plans. Take this week to relax and recuperate- then we will proceed. There are a few counselors in the city I can recommend as well, or Starlight can come back here if you’d wish.”
Silverstream blushed at the last offer, Gallus looking over to her with a raised eyebrow. “I, um, mentioned it’d be a good idea….” She mumbled, Gallus shrugging his wings. “Eh. It’s true. We’ll talk with Gyld over which ones sound best, but I think we get it.” The gryphon remarked, Silverstream nodding as the weapons were set next to them.
“Thank you both- I’ll see about that medal by the way…” Celestia chuckled as Gallus blushed with embarrassment, the Alicorn then vanishing with a ‘SNAP.’ “She totally heard that. Dangit.” He muttered as Silverstream laughed. “But hey, we have a week off! You can get some more rest.” Laying back down Gallus nodded, gently rubbing an eye as his lids became heavy. “Which I think is a good thing…a few minutes conversation and I’m already done.” He mumbled, Silverstream pulling a pillow over to then nuzzle his cheek. “Then rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Gyld smiled at seeing the two start to doze, then returning to gloss over the binder of plans Celestia had left him the day before. You two are quite a pair. Rest up, you’ll need your strength before the final piece of this chess game falls.
“I’m sorry Gallus.” Starlight muttered, the unicorn shaking her head as she and the tired pair sat on the overstuffed green couch. The sun shone through the half-circle window above their heads as the three faced each other, the remnants of lunch pushed to the side of a nearby table. The blue gryphon tilted his head to the side with a yawn, still exhausted despite having rested and generally recovered for three straight days. “For what?” Starlight let out a huff and gestured towards the crystal armor and metal breastplate with a hoof, the items located to her left on some chairs, then grumbling a few more things under her breath. “Twilight and I tried dozens of spell combinations. Magic canceling fields, changeling throne fragments, even other gems like the one in the armor from various museums.” She explained, letting out another frustrated sigh. “The other gryphon sets don’t have as powerful a gem, and…well….”
Gallus looked with deadpan expression to the unicorn, the amount of surprises in the past week having annihilated his ability to be amazed by coincidences. “Let me guess. Nothing else can mimic the crystal armor, my metal armor, and the throne fragments to block the gem’s signature?” “Yup. And it is really annoying me.” The unicorn muttered, glaring at the crystal chunk. “Twilight stayed up for thirty two hours running simulations and such. So far, nothing.”
The gryphon shrugged, Silverstream following suite. “Thank you for trying though. I mean, at least there is a way to block the staff’s crystal beacon.” He then paused letting out a slight chuckle. “Um, what do those things do anyhow? I stole them and just assumed they’re important.” Starlight nodded as the hippogriff and gryphon listened attentively- or as much as they could, both suffering from a bit of cabin fever and exhaustion all rolled into one.
“Simply put? They focus and concentrate necromancing power. So it makes it exponentially easier to cast spells, carve runs, store power, and that sort of thing. When coupled with the Alicorn Amulet, I imagine it’d provide quite a bottomless and vast energy option. Even with one crystal, the necromancer’s activity within the wall has tripled.” Starlight then paused, gesturing a hoof towards the pair.
“What about you two? How are you holding up?” Gallus nodded to Silver, the hippogriff happily going first. “Not like, fantastic, but ok I guess? I mean the nightmares started, so that stinks.” She whispered, wings drooping slightly. “Um…side effect is that sleeping in separate rooms usually doesn’t last the night.” Gallus interjected, then waved a set of claws on seeing Starlight cough and raise an eyebrow. “Jeez Starlight. Not like that. Just…sleeping together. NOT LIKE-Ugh.” He muttered, prompting the mare to laugh. “I get it Gallus. And that makes sense. You two basically depended on each other- so not surprising that each other’s presence is comforting.” Silverstream nodded, leading against Gallus’ shoulder as she thought. “I just feel safe with him I’ve noticed. It’s really, really weird. Not in a bad way, but a sort of relief if I’m close? I mean, that’s not good if it’s all the time- that could be odd. But I guess that makes sense?”
Starlight nodded, and saw Gallus’ brow furrow with a sigh. “Kind of the same here. I just worry about Silver often…” He then managed a slight smile and glanced over to the hippogriff. “Feeling safe when you’re near me, and I worry about you if you’re away. I can see how we’ll need to not go too overboard on either of those.” He added as Silverstream nodded. Starlight clopped her hooves together happily at seeing the exchange, a wide smile on her features.
“That’s exactly what I was going to say. It’s only been a few days; it wouldn’t surprise me if those feelings persisted for months, or more. But it’s all in moderation- but that’s a good thing to feel! The key is not letting it go overboard. Like having a panic attack if you go out of sight to the kitchen, or worrying if you run an errand alone” Starlight explained. “Wait. That has happened?” Silver asked, the mare nodding in reply. “Yep. And more severe cases in the textbooks I’ve been reading. But the fact you two know about it and acknowledge these feelings puts you far ahead in terms of managing it. So I’m quite glad to hear that. But for now, it’s ok to take comfort however you can. You’re still barely processing it all- so whatever keeps you from freaking out is a good thing.”
As the pair nodded, Starlight noticed the subtle shifts in body language between the two. A slight nudge from Silverstream prompted Gallus to half-extend a wing over her shoulders, and if Gallus started to massage his claws together anxiously, Silverstream scooted a bit closer to him. It was rather adorable, especially since Starlight couldn’t tell if it was conscious decisions or not.
“Well…yippie.” Gallus grumbled with a sigh, the gryphon flopping onto all fours as he looked up at Starlight. “I guess that’s a good thing? The next few weeks, months…whenever will be interesting I guess.” “That’s one way of putting it, and yep. But I’m always here to talk!” The mare replied with a smile. “So what has been going on the past few days with mr. evil monkey? We haven’t really heard much.” Silver piped up, Gallus managing a slight smile. “I’ve…uh, been sleeping a lot too. So not much time to catch up.”
Starlight winced, rubbing the back of her head with a hoof. “Well, the necromancer hasn’t attacked. Mainly he’s just building up his forces. So not much on that front. That can be good or bad I suppose.” She mused. The answer seemed to satisfy the two, Gyld then popping his head into the room. “Silver? My wife is ready to start the scones if you want to help.”
The hippogriff let out an excited squeak as she hopped up, nodding to starlight briefly. “Oh! Right! Thank you for the talk Starlight- I’ve gotta go though. Well, downstairs. I get to learn how to make a new type of scone!”
Starlight waved, leaving Gallus to wince and stand up. “Thanks again Starlight. Talking helps, even though it still feels a bit weird.” He muttered, the mare then nodding with a gentle smile. “It took me a while to get over something similar; I’m just glad to help.” She said, waving before vanishing with a soft ‘pop’.
“So what’s up Gyld?” Gallus asked- the other gryphon having stood near the door ever since letting Silverstream know of the time. “If you’re up for it, there is something I’d like to discuss. Celestia brought it up- and I think you’ve probably thought about it too.” The Master Sergeant admitted, walking over to sit near Gallus. “…Heavy stuff?” Gallus asked, and got a nod in return. “Well, pretty sure tomorrow or the next day won’t be a better time. So what’s up?”
Gyld winced, clearly trying to think of how best to phrase his concerns. He finally sighed, walking over and placing a large satchel next to a dagger, sitting on a desk next to the crystal armor “How do you feel about all this? The endgame task at least- once the necromancer is stunned that is.” Gyld asked, Gallus letting out a soft huff. “Oh. Killing?” Gallus remarked, prompting Gyld to sigh and smack a set of claws to his face. “I told Celestia being that blunt was a better idea, but looks like you beat me to it.” He muttered, the gryphon nodding briefly. “Yes. Celestia, and myself, have been musing over whether that’s too much to put on you. We can handle that task- but if we are being honest, neither of us can guarantee we’ll get here in time. We don’t know how long the stunning effect will last- but we guess only a minute or two.” The gryphon sighed, eyes watching as Gallus shrugged. “I don’t see the issue though. If I have to end up killing him- is that what’s the issue?” Gallus asked, his mentor nodding. “Yes. We both do not want to burden you with that action. Furthermore, should Silverstream have to accomplish it…”
Gallus immediately shook his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “I took an oath, Master Sergeant.” He growled, calmly walking over to retrieve the chaotic dagger. “I trained so that Silverstream wouldn’t have to do that. I’ve seen death- and I’ve been killing his minions for over a week.” Gallus then raised a set of talons and sighed. “I know, they regenerate- but I didn’t know that at first. In my mind, I’ve already been doing that, so I don’t see it as any different. I can handle that burden, especially when it’s defending Silverstream, and lots of others for that matter. I don’t want to kill- well….” His wings drooped slightly. “I want the necromancer to pay for what he’s done. But I don’t want to kill specifically. If I have to though, I will. I have been at least.” Gallus added, Gyld walking over to place a set of talons lightly on his shoulder.
“I couldn’t ask you to view such a task any better.” The gryphon said proudly, then pulled out a small sheet of parchment and handed it to Gallus. “That said, this may help you. In many of my tasks, Celestia gave me a similar report. Before that, I always asked and wondered- did I have to do that? Couldn’t there have been some other way? This report has been standardized for the general army as well. Keeping operations secret is obviously still needed, but in some cases, this has helped soldiers cope.”
Gallus read over the parchment, a strange weight lifting itself from his mind as he did so. ‘Diplomatic report with the ‘IC,’ henceforth referred to as ‘The Necromancer.’ Escalating Peace Talks: Failed Co-existence without loss of life: Failed Attempts of negotiating a cease of or coexistent contract in terms of self-destructive and violent magics: Failed.’
“What do they mean, self-destructive and violent magics?” Gallus asked, now sitting next to Gyld with a furrowed brow. “It means necromancy.” Gyld explained. “By its very nature, the magic he practices requires fresh bodies. Maybe not immediately- but to power his runes and the arcane bodies of the creatures, IC needs fresh life force. Not the volunteers he has been conscripting- he uses their physical bodies as energy for a general storage. But an actual living, or recently dead body has to be used as a conduit for many of his spells. Celestia offered to even use the bodies of the recently dead as an offering for the necromancer to withdraw- he refused.” Gyld explained, shaking his head.
“We offered to provide the horrible tole it would take- but that wasn’t enough. He needed living creatures, because only they would suffice for his research. His words, not mine.” “…Ah.”
‘Offers to assist or provide relocation: Failed. Attempts at all other pacifying actions, including but not limited to; withdrawal of military forces, payment, research grants, and all other diplomatic actions concerning allies: Failed. Final option in progress: Conventional warfare. High-power magical eradication methods prohibited by royal decree due to collateral damage.’
Gallus didn’t have to ask what the last part meant- but part of him really looked forward to Celestia using whatever those ‘eradication methods’ were. “Tell Celestia I can handle it. I don’t want Silverstream to have to do that. It would- she wouldn’t be the same.” Gallus whispered, shaking his head. His talons tightened into a fist, the Squire looking up to Gyld with a determined fire in his eyes. “I would still be me. I’ve seen death, and been killing- at least in my mind. When I saved Silverstream from that creature’s grasp, I wasn’t aiming to wound him Gyld. I already crossed that bridge.” Gallus whispered, the heavy weight of his mentor’s claws on his shoulder giving him a bit of comfort.
“Then I wish you best of luck Gallus, and my apologies. I serve Celestia for the purpose of preventing this exact scenario- others shouldering the burden instead of me or her.” He explained, prompting a chuckle from Gallus. “Gyld, I’d be dead ten times over if not for your training. This is some freak thing- no apologies necessary. That said, I really do hope you or Celestia can deal with the necromancer, and not me or Silver.” Gyld nodded, standing up a bit straighter. “I promise both of us will do everything in our power to do so. Her legionaries are also standing by to accomplish that task- only a few blocks away to minimize suspicion. But if we are unable…” Gallus stood up with a wince, snapping a salute to his mentor who only smiled. “He won’t leave here alive- one way or another.” Gallus stated, the older gryphon giving the Squire a pat on the shoulder again.
“That’s the goal, however that may be accomplished. I have to go check in with Celestia- and I believe four legionaries will take my place here for that time. Silverstream should be up within a few minutes.” Gyld replied, heading out the door and towards the stairs. “Hey Gyld?” Gallus called, holding up the sheet of parchment. “…Thank you.”
Gyld nodded, waving with a set of claws before pausing. “Oh. That satchel by the way? The note explains it. It’s for Silverstream.” The gryphon then disappeared from view. Gallus flopped back onto the couch with a grunt, looking over the parchment again. Weird. I guess I have been killing all this time. At least that’s how I saw it. Maybe that’s why I don’t have any hesitation. The image of Silverstream pinned inside a containment chamber flashed to the fore, her body coursing with dark magic… No. I lost all hesitation when I saved her. I made my choice then- not now.
A bit of energy hummed through Gallus’ frame, then noticed the satchel Gyld had dropped near the crystal armor. Huh… -----
Silverstream hopped up the stairs and found Gallus grinning at her, the gryphon sitting next to the chunk of crystal and an odd satchel. “Gallus?” She asked, the Squire gesturing to the container. “Gyld dropped this off. It’s for you.” He smiled, clearly having taken a peek.
Silverstream walked forward and scanned the note attached- her ears perking up as she read. ‘To Silverstream: We hope you will never need this, but it’s yours just in case. I think you know how to use it- it is just a copy of the other one. -Princess Celestia.’ “Huh-OHMYGOOOOOOOSH!” On opening the burlap satchel, Silverstream let out a high pitched squeal on seeing a large glowing crystal sitting in front of her. Heaving it out, the light pink item was almost a complete match to the glowing armor chunk sitting on the chair nearby. “Is this…do I get….?”
She hefted the item, tentatively pressing it to her chest and giving the crystal three taps. Despite the wide smile on his face, Gallus couldn’t help but wince as a familiar boiling steam kettle noise reached his ears, his favorite hippogriff hopping up and down. Covering her chest was a familiar crystal armor, the pinkish blue breastplate fitting her torso perfectly. “I GOT ARMOR!” She squealed, promptly running over to give Gallus a hug and look at her newly acquired breastplate once again. Gallus retrieved his own armor, tapping it and letting the crystal mold to his body. Silverstream could barely sit still as she sat next to him, a wide grin on her beak. “We match!” Nodding, Gallus felt a blush rise to his cheeks at seeing the armored hippogriff next to him. I forgot how good she looked in that. Like. Really good. Thankfully, the passionate kiss he yanked Silverstream into conveyed a bit of that, the hippogriff letting out a giggle as they parted. “Somebody happy?” She asked, causing him to nod. “You look really good in armor.” He replied, prompting Silver to laugh. “Thaaaaaanks. The same goes for you though- buuuut you already know that. I think I’ve said it like, a thousand times.” “Three thousand four hundred and fifty seven.” Silverstream’s eye twitched as Gallus replied, a smug grin on his beak.
“You totally have not been counting.” “Nah. But I guessed.” She wrapped him up in a brief hug with a laugh, proceeding to bounce around the room and then look at Gallus curiously. “Huh. I feel really good! I erm…oh.” She blushed, then looked at her armor again. “It feels just like before. A warm hug…” “It is powered by love.” Gallus quipped, shuffling over to nuzzle the increasingly flustered hippogriff on the cheek. “And I do love you a lot.” “Galluuuuuuus.” Silverstream managed to squeak- thoroughly enjoying the attention despite the embarrassed hiding behind her claws. “But a warm hug? Huh- I’m glad it works.” He added with a wide smile. “Are you gonna make me blush even more, or do you want to try the pastries that will be done soon downstairs?” Gallus grinned as he followed Silverstream to the stairs- the pair dropping off their armor on the chairs to the side. “That depends if you want me to keep up the remarks on how cute I think you look…” “Ohmygosh.” -----
IC stalked along the solid stone tunnel, a wide grin on his features as Sulfid padded behind him. Carved into the very bedrock foundations of the tower, the side tunnels of the mine held the counterstrike runes- each aimed to fire at a main city of multiple nations. While some existed on the tower far above them, the majority sat here, deep within the depths of solid stone and scores of guards. “We found the signature- and the strike force is ready to attack. Our willing contact helped us narrow it down and pick up the faint signal.” Sulfid remarked, IC pausing at his words. “It isn’t exact- within about eight square city blocks, but with the forces you assigned, that should be enough to hold out until it is searched.” The necromancer nodded, tapping a few fingers against the staff in his right hand. “Once the pearl and gems are located, all of our forces can be transported to that location. By the time the outside attackers make their way inside, we will have the items we need. When we pinpoint the exact house, I will personally retrieve it.”
The look IC had in his eyes made it clear there was no argument, Sulfid bowing his head in agreement. “Of course.” The primate then let out a hum, letting out a soft chuckle. “You are clear to begin tomorrow at dusk. Don’t kill anyone except those that oppose you. The more hesitation on Celestia’s part the better. If she sees we only want our property back, and the necessary pearl shard, she might hesitate or hold back. Such a strategy only benefits us- I expect you to make that clear to the troops.” “Of course Sir.” Sulfid acknowledged, vanishing as he re-materialized far above them to instruct the strike force. The necromancer walked over to inspect one of the many offensive runes- the dozen guards bowing in reference. “One day, Celestia. And then I will be at full strength to even hold my own against you.” -----
Silverstream awoke with a gasp, her heart beating out of her chest. Not that dream again. She closed her eyes, head shaking side to side as a cold sweat stained her feathers. Calmly walking out of the small side room, the hippogriff let out a slight sniffle as she sat near the couch- a curled up blue feathery blob shifting this way and that.
“Mwah? Silver?” Gallus yawned, raising his head slightly. On seeing a few tears in her eyes, Gallus’ ears immediately perked up to alert. Wrapping his arms around her, Gallus hugged Silver close as she sniffled into his chest, leaning against him with a few shivers. “Another nightmare I take it? Yeah, those suck.” He whispered, prompting a half-hearted yet almost-chuckle from Silverstream. “Y-yeah. They do.”
Gallus held her close for a good long few minutes, the hippogriff finally pulling back slightly. Hopping up next to him, Silverstream settled on the couch and leaned on his shoulder. “Want to talk about it? Or…” Gallus suggested, knowing it was a fifty-fifty chance. He sometimes wanted to talk, other times he wanted to just curl up. “Just losing you.” Silverstream sighed, shaking her head.
Gallus was quiet for a time- thoughts churning through his mind. “I guess it’s different for you.” He finally stated, reaching over to hold Silverstream’s claws. “I grew up with death being a very possible thing, you didn’t I suppose. I guess that could make it more scary, maybe in a different way.” Feeling Silverstream nod, Gallus continued to talk- hoping this would help rather than make his favorite hippogriff more unsettled. “You know, gryphons don’t really have a general belief in where we go after- well, ok some do. I like the Knight’s view though. From what I read, it’s basically being happy forever with those you served and protected.” He gave her claws another squeeze. “And those who you love.”
Silver let out a sniffle, nuzzling his shoulder briefly. “I like that view. It sounds nice.” Feeling her relax a bit against his side, Gallus didn’t say anything for a few moments, ears then perking up as Silverstream spoke up. “There’s a few views for us- I always liked the idea my mom taught us. Kind of like what you said- being happy, but you can also see those still alive at times, to check up on them.” Silver let out a slight giggle- despite still having a few sniffles. “My mom said that underwater, a bubble could be an ancestor floating around looking at you. In Mount Aris, maybe one of the stars. I found that kind of funny, but nice.” Gallus nodded, spreading a wing over Silverstream with a soft hum.
“Maybe both of the ideas are right. Being happy forever somewhere and still checking in on everyone.” He mused, reaching over to give Silver a brief kiss. “As nice of an idea as that is, I don’t plan on going anywhere.” The Squire added, prompting a gentle shove against his shoulder. “Y-you’d better not.”
As Silverstream lowered her head to rest on his forelimbs, Gallus draped his own neck across hers, letting out a huff. “There’s very little I wouldn’t do to stay here with you.” Feeling Silver shift slightly, Gallus let a slight smirk dawn on his face- “I’d even lick the necromancer.” “Ewwwwwwwwww.” Silver shivered, her beak now sporting a slight if not disgusted smile. “It’s truuuuuue.” “That’s so nasty.” Gallus chuckled, giving her a nuzzle before laying his head back down. “Love you Silver- let’s try to get some sleep.” “Love you too Gallus.”
“Gallus! Silverstream! You need to get up now!” Gyld growled, shaking the pair of them awake. “Mwa? What’s going on?” Gallus muttered, scrubbing sleep from his eyes as Silverstream popped up beside him. The two let out a synchronous squawk that was quickly muffled as Gyld yanked both of them from the sofa and onto the floor. “Quiet!” He hissed, keeping the two flat on the floor. As Gallus looked around, he saw an eerie purple glow emanating through the nearby window despite the clever tinting built into it. “Armor.” Gyld whispered, and Gallus scrambled across the floor to retrieve the pair of crystals, the two quickly putting the pieces on. “Now stay quiet; we must wait until they pass.” Who?! Silverstream pressed against his side, the hippogriff shivering slightly. Gallus didn’t blame her- being woken up suddenly with supposed enemies outside was more than enough to set his own nerves on edge.
As the purple glow faded, Gyld let out a sigh of relief, tapping softly on the floor with a set of claws. Five royal guards carefully trotted up the stairs, then crawling on their stomachs to meet the three. “Gallus, Silverstream, this area of the city is surrounded.” Gyld explained softly. “They teleported in not five minutes ago. The legionaries were overrun and had to teleport out- and then a barrier went up, both our own and the necromancer’s. We can’t use magic to teleport in or out- except our friends here. But that’s not transferable.” The five guards waved- each of their eyes turning multi-faceted briefly. “They’re only changelings in the guard- the first ones as a matter of fact, still in training. But they can hopefully help us delay the force here long enough until Celestia retakes the city. I imagine the legionaries are massing for an attack, but that can’t happen for at least a good six hours. There’s just too many of them.” Gallus nodded, a frown on his beak as he processed the situation. Silverstream simply shook her head, clearly trying to not hyperventilate.
“So. Here’s the plan. We lay low here as long as possible. When they start searching near here, our changeling friends zip out and lead them on a wild goose chase while you two hide here.” Gyld then produced a set of three crystals from a satchel around his neck. “These mimic the energy signature of both the pearl and the staff crystals. Not perfectly, but enough for a general scanning spell. If the changelings are discovered, they are able to teleport out- but it’s a one way ticket. No way to help us escape due to a field around this area of the city.” One of the guards raised a hoof, fangs protruding from the disguise briefly. “Sorry. We really tried to see if we could. The crystals set in our armor only allow changelings to. It seemed like a good idea at the time…”
It then dawned on Gallus that these guards weren’t much older than Silverstream or himself- which made sense if they were still in training. Huh. That…makes me feel better and worse at the same time. “Ok. So we wait for a bit. That’s ok- Silver and I are good at that. It’s pretty much what we did in a cave for a week.” Silverstream managed a smile at that, Gyld nodding in approval. “Excellent. Most of the civilians were evacuated the minute these forces teleported in. My wife was included in that, so I’ll be downstairs. Three guards will be up here, and two more down with me. Let’s just stay put, rest if you can, and eat. If the plans fail Gallus, you and Silverstream may have to move quickly if they search this place too thoroughly. There are hiding areas, but they won’t mask a magical search- not if it’s close enough.” Seeing the pair nod, Gyld scooted backwards, then sighing slightly. Handing each of them a small necklace, Gallus then gestured to the guards.
“These are communication crystals- tuned for Celestia and Luna. They’ll punch through any magical fields, but hopefully you won’t have to use them. For now, these five will lead the main force towards the perimeter, disguised as you two. Coordinating with the Legionnaires, we can make it seem like you’re making a break for it. Hopefully that will buy enough time to mount a counter attack. If you do get discovered, just stick together and hide. You’re in friendly territory, so you just have to hold out. There’s a basic anti-teleport spell over this area too- so you can’t be yanked to the necromancer’s kingdom again. But as I said earlier, that complicates other teleports. So just sit tight.”
He then army crawled to the stairs along with two of the changelings, leaving Gallus and Silver with the other three. “Yay waiting.” The hippogriff muttered, scooting over to flop against Gallus’ side. To the gryphon’s surprise, one of the remaining changelings looked at the two with almost…wonder? Said individual quickly blushed and looked away, one of the other guards smacking a hoof to their face. “Really Silica? Really?” The second guard sighed, looking over to the curious hippogriff and gryphon. “Sorry. We’re uh, still in training. You two are also kind of a big deal back at the guard school. I’m Gemil by the way.” The changeling whispered, the third guard then raising a hoof. “Itsilia here.” “Nice to meet you…but what do you mean a big deal?” Gallus asked, Gemil shrugging his wings with a grin. “You took on the necromancer and hid behind enemy lines for a week. That’s like, more than most guards will ever do. So you’ve kind of raised the standards a bit.”
Silverstream giggled and shoved Gallus’ shoulder. “Go Gallus.” The gryphon blushed slightly and refused to meet the amused gazes of those present, then finally taking a deep breath. “Well. I guess it was pretty awesome…” Gallus mused, seeing Silverstream nod like a woodpecker out of the corner of his eye. “Guess we’ll try to nap.” He yawned, the adrenaline spike from earlier quickly wearing off. “Another day of hiding from crazy energy creatures. At least not just us this time.” Silverstream scooted closer and lay on the gryphon’s shoulder as he mumbled, the Changelings scooting to a circular guard position around them.
“At least we’re together.” Silver whispered, prompting an nod from Gallus as they dozed. -----
“Gallus, Silverstream.” Istilia hissed, shaking the two awake. “They’re coming back- it’s time to go. Follow me!”
The two snapped quickly to wakefulness, not having been able to fully sleep but had dozed on and off for what must have been an hour or two. Snagging two of the chaotic-infused daggers and strapping them to his forelimbs, Gallus saw Silverstream pick up the single-shot crossbow as they scooted towards the stairs. The changeling guard led them halfway down the stairwell and pushed against one of the wall boards. With barely a click, four of the wooden boards slid to the side, exposing a small space with a few satchels already stashed. Silica carefully heaved another satchel inside, this one containing the two remaining staff gems. “Gyld is already out there with the other two guards. They’ll lead the search parties away at about the same time they get to this house.” Istilia whispered, gesturing to the hidey-hole. “So juuust when they start to head upstairs, we’ll run in separate directions and stick to the plan. That means they’ll likely not search too close. If they do…well, as Gyld said- run, or fight. Hope we all get out of this no worse for wear. You should be ok talking for a few minutes, but then probably should be quiet. There’s an escape tunnel that leads to the alleyway at the back.” Gallus nodded, tapping the armor on his chest as Silverstream did the same.
“We’ll hide here then…good luck, and thanks. Same to you all too- it’s nice to not just be us two in this whole mess.” After showing Gallus the simple supplies in the satchels and how to close the secret door, the changelings nodded- taking the forms of the hippogriff and gryphon as the compartment slid shut. “Y’know, in any other settings, I’d say this would be rather romantic.” Gallus mused as Silverstream let out a soft nervous giggle. “Locked in a compartment while crazy creatures try to find us?” She asked, wringing her claws together worryingly. Gallus scooted closer to give her a long kiss- the hippogriff quickly calming down. “I meant more of the ‘just the two of us in a tight space all alone.’” He added, his words bringing the reward of a bright blush from Silverstream and a shocked glare. “O-oh.” He gave the flustered hippogriff a hug, then settling down with a deep breath. “Feel a bit better?” She nodded, leaning against Gallus' shoulder. “Mmhmm. I guess…we wait quietly?” The Squire nodded, trying to keep his breathing steady. Even with a few days of recovery, the gryphon was still worn out after a week of solid running, and his head still had moments of fuzziness. His side had mostly healed, but still was rather sore. Let’s hope we can stick to running and hiding then.
His hopes were put on hold as a series of dull thuds echoed through the house- the front door being forced off its hinges. Seeing Silverstream’s horrified gaze, Gallus reached over and held her claws- the other grasping the sword hilt attached to his shoulder armor. “Search it! Top to bottom!” A somewhat deep voice growled, the sound of muffled footsteps thudding through the floor Even made of energy, they must be heavy…
A series of yells then sounded- the footsteps retreating as a call was faintly heard to the two hiding creatures. “There! Across the rooftops! Get them!” “I heard another report from the East!” “What about the North? They were spotted there too!” Go Gyld and guards go! As the footsteps retreated, the voice remained- apparently a few creatures staying behind. “Still getting a faint reading here, no Sir I can handle it. There’s really no reason to-”
A ‘SNAP’ echoed through the house, a familiar voice then echoing through the false wall and causing gryphon and hippogriff to shudder. “No reason you say? I’ll do it myself. Three decoys, and one must be the true pair. That gryphon wouldn’t leave the hippogriff anyhow.” The necromancer growled. How did he get past the fields?! “I thought our magic and their prevented your entrance…” “Prevented others, yes. But stop me? No, only serve as a delaying annoyance.” IC growled, his footsteps thumping through home. “Hmm. A reading indeed. There’s something here.” “Really? It looks faint- the other reports indicated a much stronger magical signal…”
Silverstream gestured to the back of the hiding area, where a small tunnel led out through behind them through a false wall and into the alley behind the building. The footsteps got closer, and the gryphon nodded. Silverstream pulled him along as they scooted away from the approaching individuals, who now were just outside the stairwell false wall. Almost there…
A searing pain ignited around Gallus’ left rear limb as a CRASH echoed through the house. The necromancer chuckled, yanking the gryphon backwards through the shattered wood planking and out onto the top floor. “Found you!” He growled, delivering a brutal kick to Gallus’ chest that sent him spinning into the left wall. Crumpling to the floor, the gryphon gasped as the next blow caused something to crack along his side, the primate yanking a spear from the nearest Storm Beast. “I’ll deal with you later!” While deflecting off the armor, the spear buried itself into Gallus' side, barely missing his ribs and vital organs but nonetheless pinning him to the floor as he let out a screech. Pain lit up his side as he scrambled briefly, then stopping his movements. The more he struggled, the more likely he’d cause the wound to tear something. If I move, I might die. But if they get to Silver…
With five hulking storm beasts and an ethereal hippogriff at his side, IC let out a chuckle as he turned back to the secret hiding spot. “Now where is that pink nuisance, along with my crystals?” He hissed, gesturing to Sulfid with a hand. “Go check it!”
Optional Music One The hippogriff hopped over to the secret cubie, poking his head inside. Seeing one of the satchels open and the blue crystals inside, he turned back and nodded. “They’re here! Not sure about…” When Sulfid turned back, his eyes met the wrathful gaze of Silverstream. Grasping Gallus’ fallen sword, the hippogriff sent the humming blue blade cleaving through the traitors face, the weapon then sticking into the wall briefly. As Sulfid’s body vanished with a snap, IC let out a sigh and began to walk towards the stairwell. “Of course you got taken out by a terrified girl with a pointy knife…” Gallus now chuckled at the primate’s words, prompting IC to look back at the immobilized gryphon. “What?!” -
Seeing the gryphon’s gaze turn to that of satisfaction, the necromancer turned back around, his own eyes widening in surprise. “…ah.” Silverstream stood in front of him still grasping the sword. Despite her claws shaking, she held it at ready- crystal armor starting to glow red. You dare hurt him?! “Y-you don’t get to hurt me or Gallus anymore!” She growled, promptly lunging at the primate and spearing the tall creature through the chest. As the necromancer batted the hippogriff away, Silverstream kept her grip on the sword- causing the weapon to tear a gash in the primate’s chest. His eyes flashed, and with a swing of his arm IC finally tore Silverstream and the sword away, sending her spinning to the floor next to Gallus.
Body beginning to flicker, the necromancer glared at the pair and gestured to the remaining five storm beasts. “Handle her until I return! Remember, alive!” He growled, body then vanishing with a puff of purple and black smoke. Handle me? Oh I’m so sick of running and hiding! “I like this sword, but wish I had something a bit smaller…” Silverstream muttered, eyes then widening as the weapon shrank into a long dagger. Looking back to see Gallus on the floor, a furious sneer twitched at Silverstream’s beak. “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE?!” She bellowed, launching herself at the nearest storm beast that began to walk towards her. Furiously stabbing with the dagger, the enraged hippogriff tore a series of gashes in the arcane creatures head, causing it to vanish with an encouraging ‘POP’.
The remaining four looked at each other and backed up slightly- Silverstream’s angry gaze landing on them. “Oh you don’t get to go! I’m sick of running and hiding from you jerks!” I stood up to my fear of the Storm King- I can do this! As Gallus let out a pained groan, Silverstream’s eyes narrowed. For Gallus- I’d face ten Storm Kings, let alone these evil creeps! The fourth storm beast barely had a chance to groan as a furious pink missile catapulted itself into its chest- dagger tearing through arcane flesh with ease. The third creature managed to grab Silverstream and throw her to a wall, but with a flare of the hippogriff’s wings she skidded to a halt. One beast managed to get a grip on her forelimb and promptly lost it with a swipe of the dagger. Staggering backwards against a bookcase, the beast fell to the ground as Silverstream tore two brutal slices into its torso.
The two remaining beasts now came at Silverstream, arms outstretched. As one pinned her to the ground, the other raised a meaty paw to smack her head. The blow causing the floor to crack, missing by inches as Silverstream wiggled to the side, hacking at the beast’s arm which held her down. Finally severing the limb, Silverstream tore into the creature with her claws, dagger slicing this way and that. The final storm beast began to retreat- but Silverstream sent the dagger spinning into its back. Then jumping onto the beasts back, Silver tore holes into its back with her claws. As the beast flickered and began to vanish, the hippogriff panted as she retrieved the dagger. -
Her chest heaving, Silverstream tottered her way over to Gallus as she struggled to catch her breath. “I-I…whoa.” She muttered, sitting down briefly and dropping the weapon hilt near the sofa. “Give it a bit, you kicked major butt Silver.” Gallus quipped, then wincing. Silverstream managed a smile, her claws now starting to shake. “W-wow. I…um…” She mumbled, Gallus then catching her attention. “Silver? I need your help, focus on me. Please get the medical kit. I have to get this spear stable so we can move.” He instructed the dazed hippogriff- Silverstream thankfully retrieving the small satchel from the other room. “Oh this is not going to be fun.” Gallus muttered, gesturing to the spear. “Can…I’ll hold it still, but you need to snap it, if you can.” Clearly still in a bit of shock, Silverstream nodded as she grasped the wooden weapon, Gallus steadying it so it wouldn’t bite further into his side. With a ‘CRACK’, the main portion of the spear snapped, leaving a smaller pole still embedder into the gryphon’s side. With a bit of shifting, Gallus managed to get it unstuck from the floor… “Ok. I need you to bandage it to keep it stable. I don’t want to take it out- it might rip something if we do.” He instructed, trying to ignore how painful and uncomfortable it was to have a broom sized wooden pole through his side- the metal tip protruding completely. How this missed my lungs and important stuff I don’t know. It should hurt a ton more… Gallus only then saw the edges of the wound were barely bleeding- crystal pieces encrusting the edge of both entry and exit areas. …Thank you adaptive armor! Actually, that’s not great. I don’t know how serious it is then! But at least I can move.
“Ok, we need to get moving before he comes back.” Gallus muttered, Silverstream walking close to steady the gryphon. “Let’s go then.” She whispered, then shaking her head. “I really did that, huh?” “You totally did, and it was incredible and awesome.” Gallus added, then feeling his feathers start to prickle with a strange sort of electric charge. Oh no. “Silverstream- crossbow!”
It only took a second for the words to register, Silverstream darting back to the hiding cubie as the necromancer reappeared to look at Gallus in surprise, his own body healed from Silverstream’s attack. “You got yourself free and are able to move? I am surprised.” He muttered, staff glowing with power to send Gallus crashing back against the sofa. “While respectable, I don’t need you alive, and this chess game has no more use for a Knight. ” IC proclaimed, walking to stand over Gallus. The necromancer raised his staff- and froze. Looking down, the primate glared at the weapon protruding from his left thigh. “W-what is this!?” He hissed, IC’s leg spasming and locking up as the chaos gem within the dagger vibrated with increasing intensity, issuing a reddish glow. “Checkmate.” Gallus hissed, letting out a groan as the necromancer smacked the side of his head with the staff. “You think this magic can stop me?!” The primate bellowed, trying to yank the dagger free. “When I get free, I’ll make sure you’re dead, and that hippogriff brat suffers! Experiments or not, she’ll be a shell by the time I’m done! You two have caused me enough trouble! IC then let out a screech- a crossbow bolt protruding from his chest and glowing the same flickering flame colors as the dagger. Looking behind him briefly, the necromancer’s eyes widened as he saw Silverstream steadying herself against the stairwell with an arm, the other balancing the spent crossbow against the wooden railing.
IC looked back down to the gryphon, his entire body began to spasm and movements starting to slow to a crawl. Gallus then levered himself upright, swaying slightly. “I promised to protect her- I’ll kill you before you touch her again!” He growled- drawing the third dagger and slamming it into IC’s gut. *End Music*
As IC’s primate form spasmed and froze, Gallus’ eyes widened. As all three gems began to hum, they glowed a bright orange as the necromancer’s movements completely ceased. “CELESTIA! NOW!” -----
“And so, if passed this proposal would greatly increase the revenue to over half of the orphanages currently experiencing financial strain.” The blue colored pony remarked, quite happy to see Celestia paying rapt attention. “For the other half, we are currently drawing up a plan to-” Optional Music Two “…NOW!” The Alicorn’s eyes suddenly widened- and the ponies present were sent stumbling back by a burning wind. Molten stone dripped from the castle wall, a circular hole blown through the feet of stone. A miniature sun rocketed away from Canterlot, the nearest windows of the city having cracked and shattered at her departure. A squad of her legionnaires gave chase, their smaller meteor-like shapes burning behind Celestia’s trail. The Alicorn’s regalia had melted off her frame within a second of taking flight- her alabaster frame punching through the air with solar flares bubbling from her magical frame. Faster!
She and Luna had gone over the scenarios and rehearsals dozens of times- and every result was the same. Twilight would have been indeed perplexed at Celestia’s statement to be sure. But it is true. Taking into account kinetic energy needed and mana recharge time…teleportation is too slow!
Now on the outskirts of Canterlot in but a few moments, Celestia took a burning breath and shifted her course. A thousand years of pent up emotions bubbled to the surface as she ignited her horn. There had been scant few times she had ever opened up her full connection to the sun- far too few for history to accurately report. But they will record this!
Energy flooded her frame as the arcane channels burned open in her mind and body. Tired lines under Celestia’s eyes were burned away, and a weight the ruler had been bearing for far too long was lifted from her shoulders as the sun lent its strength to the Alicorn searing the sky. Faster!
Now near Ponyville, Celestia’s right hoof was outstretched as the air yielded to her flight. Solar flares blossomed from the Monarch’s wings as fiery rings of energy wrapped around her body with an old yet familiar comfort. Rainbow Dash would be crushed to know she only holds the speed record for normal ponies. She did have it right at first- you do hold out one hoof. You just need to be going fast enough!
There was no sonic crack, for she had punched through that barrier back in Canterlot. The sky could only burst into a fiery trail as a miniature sun streaked past Ponyville, the dozens of smaller ones following as fast as they could. It has been so long since I have done this! Embers burned into her multicolored mane as Celestia streaked onwards towards the badlands. Her speed only increasing, a friendly ache in her muscles only spurred Celestia to push herself more.
Every failure and agonizing moment of the past thousand years surged to the fore- and Celestia embraced every bit of it. Like any tears that fell, the past agony was swallowed up by the comforting and powerful fire that coursed around her frame as the Sun Princess streaked towards the badlands. FASTER!
The last of the arcane channels flooding wide open, another solar flare surged from Celestia’s frame to propel her onwards- the distant tower now growing closer by the second. “LUNA! NOW!” She cried into the skies, the Lunar Princess already in position to await the signal. As Celestia angled upwards to then dive down to the necromancer’s domain, hundreds of lights accompanied her strike as they were plucked from the heavens.
The stars burned their own trails into the sky- but the miniature sun that ducked and weaved around them drew the full attention of the gathered armies. As the stars impacted with a staccato of thunder, Celestia took aim for the center of the evil tower beneath her. The shielded floors yielded beneath her hooves like tissue paper, the Alicorn punching through rock and metal with ease. As soon as she saw a flash of red crystal, Celestia reached out and yanked the Alicorn Amulet from its rune containment chamber and held it close to her chest. Hoof still outstretched, Celestia let the solar winds soar from her body and melt away the structure as she dove deeper. The impact of the stars all around her continued to thunder in Celestia’s ears, the foundations of the tower crackling and buckling. GOT YOU! Her flight finally hit bedrock- and the resulting concussion sent the numerous tunnels crashing down. Many of the dangerous runes hidden underground sputtered and died- yet a few remained. I will burn it all!
Blasting her way to the surface, Celestia’s mane now bore a new streak- that of pure fire amidst the pink, teal, and blues. As her pupils burned with rage, a fiery breastplate encircled her chest as though called on a whim. On the edge of the ice wall, scores of Celestial Legionaries shouldered their way to the containment runes, now drawing a set of new inscriptions. Their primary purpose was to serve as Celestia’s shock troops, that much was true. However, their secondary goal was to contain her power- if for but a moment.
Celestia’s horn lit up with a searing white light, fire rolling off her frame as though water into a bucket. Surging to the ground, the flames ate at the air and stone eagerly, continuing to spread and grow. The golden shield around the empire now crackled, containing the deadly fire to the necromancer’s domain as well dulling the earthquakes that continued to ripple out from Luna’s attack.
On the gryphon empire’s side of the wall, Grampa Gruff gestured to the golden ball of fire, not saying anything for a moment. The sun itself seeming to have nestled into the ground, the fiery dome being pushed into the soil and rock by the distant silhouetted figure above. “To all those who doubt the strengths of ponies, just look at that. I expect to hear no more of such things.” Grampa Gruff grumbled, leaning on a spear and shaking his head in awe.
A wide grin was affixed to Celestia’s face as she pushed the small sun deeper into the ground- the magical fire eating away at the tower and deep runes alike. Softened by Luna’s attack, the ruptured stone and soil was easy prey for the fire that now consumed rune and arcane flesh alike, turning it all to glass. MORE! The grin widened as more fire poured from Celestia’s frame, the full weight of the sun burning through her mind and body. Burn it all! BURN IT ALL TO ASH AND LEAVE- “Sister.” A familiar voice cut through Celestia’s daze, and the Alicorn blinked. Shaking her head, Celestia snorted a stream of fire and took a breath. “Thank you Luna.” She whispered, finishing the spell with a short burst from her horn. However, there was no time to view the results of their work as the fire began to burn out. “Now to Manehatten!” -----
The necromancer let out a painful scream as his body shivered and shook. Arcane energy melted off his frame in waves, mortal flesh replacing the dark magic that had sustained his body for so long. Bare skin now was laid open from previous wounds, and the primate let out a growl as he yanked one of the daggers out. Purple blood spurted from the puncture as IC leaned on his staff. “You…What have you done?!” He hissed. Seeing his mortal frame now spotted with ancient runes that sputtered and hissed as they failed, IC gripped the staff tightly and took a step back. “I’ll take you both down with me then! I won’t be beaten that easily!” He roared, swinging the staff to aim directly at Silverstream’s head as the hippogriff struggled to help Gallus stand. “YOU ALL WILL BURN WITH ME!” The mad necromancer bellowed, the gems in the staff flickering with power as a magical strike powered up, blue flames licking from the weapon.
It only took a moment- but Gallus saw Silverstream’s claws reaching for the fallen sword hilt. No! The gryphon pushed her claws aside- grabbing the handle of the sword and levering himself upright. With his ribs on fire, Gallus activated the blue weapon with a ‘CRACK’ blue fire igniting along the blade as the gryphon launched himself forward. No words left his beak- only a battle cry as he swung the blade in a diagonal arc. Cleaving through the staff and gems alike, the sword dug into the necromancer’s chest as a pulse of dark energy blasted out from the broken weapon. The two were sent staggering to the floor as Gallus yanked the sword free. The necromancer quickly snagged a jagged piece of the staff, slashing at the gryphon wildly and then taking aim for Silverstream with a mad laugh.
With a final swing, Gallus sent the sword slashing down onto the necromancer’s neck, the sword biting into the floor underneath the primate. With a final shudder, the primate dropped the makeshift dagger barely a sword length from Silverstream, the horrified hippogriff pressed flat against the wall. Pulling the sword free, Gallus kicked at the primate’s head to send it crashing across the room. “I told you. I’d kill you before you touched her again!” The gryphon hissed, using his sword as a makeshift walking stick to then flop next to Silverstream. It’s over. He’s gone… “H-hey Silver, you ok?” He gasped, clutching his side as a bit of blood leaked onto his claws. Silverstream’s tearful eyes were an answer enough, Gallus wrapping her up in a hug. “It’s done.” *End Music*
Barely a minute later, the magical arrival of a creature shoved body and furniture aside with a rush of energy. Gallus reaching for his sword, the gryphon then paused on seeing Celestia standing at the ready with a horn lit for battle. She blinked, the offensive spell flickering out of existence as her eyes rested on the battle worn creatures in front of her- and then the body of the necromancer. “It’s finished then.” She whispered, cloaking Gallus and Silverstream in a magical field and promptly yanking them to safety. Gallus and Silverstream’s vision went white- their last sensation being that of laying on soft pillows with comforting voices all around. One voice in particular stood out before all went black and quiet however, emanating from a vague white form. “Well done you two, well done. Rest now- all is well.”
----- Back in Manehatten, a squad of legionaries filed into the room, followed by an exhausted Gyld Ironfeather. Looking over to see the body of the necromancer being frozen by two legionnaire unicorns, the gryphon sighed. “So, the burden indeed fell to you Gallus.” He muttered, shaking his head. “And yet as a Squire you accomplished it all the same.”
“Headmare Twilight said she’d waive our homework until she could figure out how best to substitute it.” Silverstream mused, her head resting next to Gallus on the white sheeted hospital bed. “I honestly wouldn’t mind some make up work. Not like I’ll be able to move for a good week or so though.” The gryphon grumbled, large bandages adorning the left and right side of his torso. “I mean, you did get impaled by a pointy broom.” Silver interjected. “I vote we always call spears pointy brooms.”
Silverstream giggled at his statement, then letting out a sigh. “This is weird, huh? A week back and it still feels off. I guess it probably will for a while.” Gallus nodded, reaching over to give her claws a squeeze. Stationed in the medical center of the school, he was essentially confined to the medical room while his body recovered. A week at the Canterlot general hospital had been necessary first to confirm he even could be transferred here. Despite all the non-stop doctors and smell of antiseptic, it had certainly been worth it. Then again, I did get stuck by a spear-erm, pointy broom.
“Oh. Did you decide when you’d like to have the awards thingy? Celestia and Gyld aren’t really budging on a definite date until we tell them.” Silverstream asked, prompting Gallus to shrug. “Well...Once I can move a bit. Sooooo maybe in two weeks to be safe?” “You playing it safe? That’s new.”
The gryphon grinned, then winced as he barely contained some chuckles. “What can I say, getting chased around by a crazed monkey with you has made me a bit cautious.” Silver nodded in agreement, her own wings drooping. “Things won’t ever really be back to normal, huh? Not like before.” She asked. “I still get nervous if we’re in a new space and I don’t know the exits, or if there’s anything that sounds like an arcane crackle…”
Gallus nodded, reaching up to caress the hippogriff’s cheek with a set of claws. “Yeah. It’s like that now, it’s a new normal. We’ll adjust and learn to deal with it. But it’s part of us now. I don’t think it’s always a bad thing though. Some of the experiences are, yeah. But we’re alive, we learned, we grew, and we’re here.”
Silverstream smiled, nodding briefly. “Quite poetic of you.” “…I might have seen a quote like that in a textbook.” “Cheater.” Gallus grinned, shifting on his back slightly. “But really, we just need to learn to get back to real life. I still don’t like being without my armor- and that probably won’t go away for a while, or ever. But we just can adjust. Starlight said we have a free slot whenever we need it, sooooo lots of meetings I think. Hmm, we do need to meet with Celestia sometime to tell them what went on as soon as possible. I think Gyld said it will be some sort of debriefing for the military.” Letting out a hum of agreement, Silverstream flopped onto the bed a bit more. “And then maybe we can get back to school. I heard that the school might progress- like, open a university for friendship for older creatures. I think that’d be kind of cool.” Gallus could only nod, the idea not sounding nearly as horrible as it had many years ago. “More school? Honestly at this point, that doesn’t sound too bad at all…”
Silverstream giggled, clearly not able to stay out of a good mood. “I’m just happy to be with you without a crazy monkey chasing us.” “I completely agree. From what Gyld said at least, seems like there’s not much left of that creep.” As Silverstream nodded, Gallus let his thoughts wander briefly. From the meeting with Gyld the other day, the Squire had been able to glean a bit of what now was going on. As far as anyone knew, there was now a near-bottomless hole in the earth where the necromancer’s domain had been, every side of the cavern melted into perfectly smooth glass. Both he and Silverstream liked one of the ideas floating around, the premise being to turn the crater it into a lake; an oasis in the badlands.
As for the remnants of IC’s army, Gyld had said the Equestrian government was trying to find out what to do with them, their allies ceding that duty to the ponies due to the creature’s magical nature. Until a method of sentencing could be brought up, the thousands of remaining arcane creatures were put into a form of stasis. Quite a few ponies, a hippogriff or two, and then just a smattering of badlands creatures. I’m not surprised he got the thousands of supporters…but now that their minds are clear, they have to live with their initial mistake.
He shook his head, prompting Silverstream to hum. “You ok?” The Squire sighed, shrugging his wings slightly. “Just thinking about stuff; what has happened, what’s going to happen, but I guess that’s all out of our claws now.” He then smiled slightly. “Feels nice to not have to worry about it. I do know we need to make our report soon.” “And you get a medal.” “Well you do too!” He countered, prompting a giggle. “Which is nice, but I think you deserve it much more.” Gallus didn’t bother arguing- the last time he had tried that, Silverstream had shut him up with a kiss and a glare. Hmm. Maybe I SHOULD try arguing then.
“Excuse me, it’s that time again.” A voice called, entering the small off-white hospital room with a knock. “Oh boy! More pills! And a syringe too!” Gallus exclaimed in mock excitement, the nurse not able to resist a slight smile. “Yep. Your favorite.” Waving to Silverstream, Gallus sat up slightly. “This stuff makes me pretty sleepy- as you know. Sooooo see you later today?” The hippogriff nodded- about to leave but quickly turned around to give her favorite gryphon a long kiss. “Bet on it!”
-One and a half weeks later-
The guards snapped to attention, a small congregation of various creatures continuing to file it. They took their place in various seats in front of the makeshift stage erected in the grounds of the Combat School. The wooden stage was built a short distance from the ground, wooden planking adorning the main floor as banners from all four present nations hung as a backdrop. The attendance was supposed to be minimal; small as far as prestigious award ceremonies go at least.
In terms of attendance, in addition to a few foreign delegates, there were perhaps forty other individuals. It would be broadcast of course, and while Gallus wasn’t a fan of the cameras and radio recordings, he understood the importance. Paying rapt attention to the introductions were members of the royal guard, Grampa Gruff, Gyld, Celestia, Queen Novo, a Dragon ambassador (due to an issue in the Dragon Province requiring Ember’s attention,) and of course Silverstream’s parents with Terramar in tow. The other individuals in the crowd composed of higher up nobles and guards from the three nations other than two particular gryphons. Their feathers freshly combed, both watching were Gilda and Gabby, the pair looking on curiously, the latter with a barely-concealed grin of joy.
“You’ll do fine, it’s not even a speech, just a few words.” Silverstream chittered, looking over Gallus in full armor, her own crystal breastplate in place. “Yeah. Still feels awkward. I don’t like it…but hey, we both get medals.” The gryphon mused, clearly a tad distracted by both the crowd and the twinge in his side. While they both were being commended for their efforts, Gyld had said he had another surprise for him- but refused to say what. The fact he was smiling makes me think it’s a good thing, well, obviously. They already said we get to keep our crystal armor…
A kiss then fully occupied Gallus’ attention, the gryphon letting out a happy hum as he hugged Silverstream close. “Feel better?” She giggled, electing a nod from the grinning Squire. “Uh huuuuuh.” The two then made their way out from the stage dressing rooms- small tents behind the main structure, then aiming for some seating on the side of the main stage as Celestia finished her update to the nation and delegates. Sounds like what Gyld said- the empire is gone, and they’re still trying to figure out what to do with the arcane individuals. A few thousand ponies having joined is a lot more than I thought…
“So without further ado- Squire Gallus, lady Silverstream?” Celestia called out, Queen Novo standing at her side. At their cue, the pair walked up to the podium- Gallus immediately trying to squash his nerves. I don’t like so many eyes on me… Silverstream glanced over to him, and the uneasiness faded into the background. Well, I’ve got Silver. I can handle a few looks.
“For exemplary displays of heroism in the face of seeming insurmountable odds, I am proud to present these two awards on behalf of the Equestrian, Hippogriff, Gryphon, and Dragon kingdoms.” Celestia began. “To you, Squire Gallus, I award you the Merit of Honor and Valor- the highest recognition we can give to an individual with your partial military designation.” Gallus lowered his head as the gold and red medal was placed around his neck, the silky purple fabric a nice contrast against his feathers. “To you, Lady Silverstream, rewarded on behalf of the Equestrian, Hippogriff, Gryphon, and Dragon kingdoms, I award you the Civilian Merit of Exceptional Service- the highest award that we can give to a member of nobility not in the military.” Celestia called out, placing the gold and blue pattered medal around Silverstream’s neck, the blue fabric a surprising match to Gallus’ feathers. Celestia spread a wing- the two bowing their heads in thanks as the congregation broke out in applause. To Gallus’ amusement, it was Silverstream’s father who looked on the verge of a full bawling outbreak while Ocean Flow swiped away a bit of dampness from her own eyes. The hole in Gallus’ heart on not having his own family was wiped away as he saw four other faces waving and clapping, the occupants having slid in at the last minute. Smolder, Ocellus, Sandbar and Yona added their cheers to the mix with wide smiles on their faces. That’s right, I don’t need to feel like that anymore… I do have a family.
As Silverstream trotted off the stage, Celestia motioned for Gallus to stay. Huh… Gyld then walked up to stand in front of him- the older gryphon sporting a gleaming black breastplate adorned with numerous small golden metals. “Master Sergeant Gyld Ironfeather will now conduct the portion of the ceremony.” Celestia remarked, standing back with the other leaders and delegates to the side of the stage.
“Squire Gallus, but months ago I started training you as a Squire, the first in this modern day and age. While I was optimistic, you went above and beyond my wildest expectations.” Gyld said proudly, Gallus standing up a bit straighter. “To those who do not know, as a Squire, it is customary to serve under a Knight or one with such training for years, such as myself. Through years of study can you prove yourself worth to hold the designation of a Knight, and your Squire title indicates you understand the eventual duties of such. However, the other way you can progress to such a title, is proving your worth in combat.” Oh. Wait. I’m going to be-
Taking a small wooden box out of the back of the podium, Gyld opened it and gently cradled the silver necklace. Emblazoned with the symbols of all four major kingdoms, the center of the medallion was carved in the shape of a sword and shield, Gallus’ name etched underneath it all. What Gallus didn’t miss, was that there was room for a last name to be added.
“It has been agreed upon by all four kingdoms present in the fight against the necromancer, that you have fulfilled the requirements for the title, be it equestrian, gryphon, dragon, or hippogriff. If you accept, you shall be recognized as a Knight in such provinces, and have the duties and expectations placed upon you that such a title requires.” Gyld stood up to his full height, Gallus doing the same. “Gallus, do you accept this designation, and hereby take upon yourself the title of ‘Knight’?”
Gallus swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding and finally speaking loud and clear. “I do.” Gyld placed the medallion over the young gryphon’s neck, not able to resist a proud smile. “Well done Gallus.” Then turning to address the crowd, Gyld indicated the podium briefly. “I’ll now ask Gallus to say a few brief words.”
Gallus nodded, walking over to the stand and taking a deep breath. Seeing his friend, his family gathered eased his nerves, and the gryphon began to speak. “I am honored by these awards, but I couldn’t have done any of it alone. In fact, the whole point of all of it was the opposite of doing things on my own.” He pushed through the lump in his throat, seeing Silverstream watching out of the corner of his eye. “I wouldn’t- we, Silverstream and I, wouldn’t be here if not for the efforts of others. While I appreciate the recognition, it’s not why I became a Squire, and now a Knight. It never was about me- well, I guess a part of it was. A sort of personal fulfillment, but that wasn’t the primary purpose.” He paused, not able to resist a brief glance over to Silver. “I never wanted to be a Knight to save the world, I just wanted to protect one creature in it.” He stepped down amid applause, seeing Silverstream’s eyes fill with tears as she resisted an adoring high-pitched squeak.
Celestia concluded the ceremony with a few more rewards- mainly to the commanders of each nation who had directed their forces on the front lines, as well as the forced in Manehatten that had held the line against the necromancer’s intrusion. As the gathering dissipated and the various parties began to meander towards the array of refreshment tables and open grounds, Grampa Gruff made his way to Gallus, looking the gryphon up and down. “Gallus.” He growled, good eye narrowing slightly. The older gryphon then softened his stance, holding out a set of claws. “You’ve made me proud hatchling. You kept your promise.” Shaking his outstretched claws, Gallus nodded, doing his best to not tear up. “Thank you, Sir.” Grampa Gruff waved away the title, then shrugging his wings. “Meh. No ‘Sir-ing’ me. Makes me sound old…er. Now where are those small shrimp sandwiches?”
Gallus then found himself wrapped up in a hug from Ocean Flow, the mother then letting him go as Silver shouldered her away. “Mom! He’s not totally better.” She remarked, Ocean then wincing. “Oh! Sorry dear. Just-I wanted to say thank you.” “We both did.” Sky Beak joined in, Terramar nodding as well. “You promised to keep our daughter safe- and you did, to the best of your ability. We haven’t had a chance to properly thank you.” Ocean added, Gallus nodding, seeing Silverstream’s expression shimmer slightly to the side. “You are most welcome, and I’d do it again in a heartbeart.”
After a few more moments of congratulations with her family, Silverstream broke away to give Gallus a hug and kiss combo, then nuzzling his cheek. “Don’t you dare beat yourself up about not saving me earlier, ok?” She whispered fiercely. “I’ll say it as many times as needed to keep it out of that blue feathered head of yours.” “Do I get kisses every time you do?” The gryphon asked cheekily, then chuckling at her sly expression. “But thanks Silver- It’s just going to take some time.” “I’ll be here to make sure you don’t dare blame yourself though. Now let’s go find some Pish. I saw some over there…” -----
-Three Weeks Later-
Sitting underneath a tree, Silverstream cast a glance over to her favorite gryphon, the pair having finished a nice lunch in between a class and then a meeting with Starlight. “It’s still weird, huh? Being back in school after a month.” She mused, Gallus nodding. “Yeah…very. I still don’t like going anywhere without my armor or at least that sword.” The sword… Silverstream’s brow furrowed, looking over to Gallus briefly. Their talks with Starlight had been going fantastically- working through their fears and things that kept cropping up. All in all, they were handling it well, at least as it seemed to Starlight. Then again, we have each other.
“Gallus?” Silver asked, prompting him to glance over. “Hmm?” “Back when we fought the necromancer, did you push my claws away on purpose?” Silverstream asked, toying with a bit of grass in front of her. “I thought maybe it was an accident- but it seemed on purpose. I never really knew how or when to ask you.” -
Gallus sighed, scooting closer to let his sides occasionally brush Silvers. “I did it intentionally.” He finally stated, own brow furrowing in thought. “I needed to be the one to kill him. Not out of some revenge thing, but because…” The Knight paused, looking over to Silverstream briefly. To her surprise, Gallus’ eyes were slightly damp as he reached over and gave her claws a squeeze. “It would have certainly changed you. I had already been killing those creatures for over a week- at least in my mind. I had already made that choice and prepared myself for it. I didn’t want you to bear that burden. That’s part of the reason I wanted to be a Knight, to make sure that never fell to you. I was trained to handle that, and I knew what to expect and how to deal with it, at least a bit. You though- I couldn’t stand by and have such a thing change you.”
Silverstream sniffled, barely containing a bucket of happy and appreciative tears. “You did all that for me? I s-still don’t…” She stammered, shaking her head as Gallus hugged her close. “Always for you. That’s why I couldn’t let you do it. It was my burden- one that I accepted the moment I realized I would do anything to protect you.” He then looked down at the shaking hippogriff, not able to resist a smile. “Are you laughing or crying?” “I d-don’t know!” The smile on Silver’s face eased any fears, Gallus continuing to hug her close. After Silvers laugh-sobs subsided, Gallus let out a slight hum as she nuzzled his feathers. “Y’know, a few more years at a friendship university doesn’t sound that bad…” Silverstream shook her head, then perked up at hearing some familiar voices call out in the distance. “I guess our friends finally finished their lunch.”
Gallus nodded, standing up fully and stretching. Things were slowly getting back to ‘a’ normal. It wasn’t the same as before- some things just made him more on edge, same with Silver, but their friends hadn’t so much as batted an eye at it, instead just making sure to look out for the pair as they adjusted. A few questions here and there, but the other four creatures had quickly learned to not pry into what exactly had gone on for that stressful week. They took it in stride, even going so far as to misdirect any nosey questions they knew would cause Gallus or Silverstream some discomfort. That’s what friends do, what family does. And now I have both.
“Are you coming Gallus?” Silverstream called, walking a few steps ahead of him. Before she got too far ahead, the gryphon dashed up to her and wrapped the hippogriff up in a hug. Silver barely had time to let out a surprised squeak before being extremely preoccupied with a passionate kiss, her cheeks flushing immediately. “Love you Silver.” “L-love you too Gallus.” She stammered, glaring at the pleased gryphon who was currently reveling in her blush. “Silverstream have fever?” Yona asked, their group of friends rounding the building corner as the pair drew near.
“Nah. Just a gryphon who’s good at kissing.” Gallus turned bright red as Silverstream shot him a cheeky grin, the other four individuals reacting with a combination of amused eye rolls or smiles- Smolder’s gagging aside. “Ok. I deserved that…well, are we still good for ice cream?” “YONA WILL CONQUER MILKSHAKE FOE AT LAST!” Surrounded by his friends and family, Gallus couldn’t help but smile. As they all walked towards Sugarcube Corner, Gallus couldn’t help but join in with five other synchronized yells as Yona charged towards the building. “YONA NO!”
Gallus shifted from claw to claw, nerves eating away at his thoughts. Sitting atop the Canterlot Cliff Park (as it had recently been officially designated,) the gryphon was awaiting the arrival of Silvertream, courtesy of the Discord express. The site of numerous dates, the cliffside outcroppings were a nice peaceful area to collect his thoughts, or spend time with the one he loved the most. Ugh, this is up there with anxiety inducing activities…like running from a psycho monkey. Buuuut I’d say this is going to go much better.
It had been months in planning after all. Everyone was starting to finish up the friendship school lessons and enroll in the newly created university- and it had been easy enough for Gallus to slip away for a few days here and there. To the gryphon’s eternal relief, his visit to Seaquestria and Mount Aris had been brief and simple. I mean, Queen Novo simply laughed and said yes, and then Silverstream’s parents…
Gallus couldn’t help but smile at the memory a month ago- Sky Beak and Ocean Flow having laughed and promptly given him a hug, the pair then gaining some composure and shaking his claws with a firm ‘yes, of course,’ answer to his question. Even Terramar had given him the claws-up on it. And I know what Silver will say, yet I’m anxious all the same. It’s almost like it’s a huge life altering thing. Who knew?
Despite the nerves, just the thought of being with Silverstream for any period of time was enough to make Gallus smile. He had meant to bring up the topic for a while, but there was never a good time to bring up the topic, not without just asking. Gallus couldn’t help but smile- seeing some pink bubbles appear in front of him. He had asked Discord to send a warning before teleporting Silverstream, so this must be it. I can’t believe the God of Chaos started to cry when I asked him to be one of my best creatures. Gyld, Sandbar and Discord…
“Heya Gallus!” Silverstream crowed, quickly wrapping up her favorite gryphon in a hug as she appeared with a flurry of pink bubbles. “Hello to you too.” He chuckled, giving her a kiss and gesturing around. “I brought some Pish, and thought we could just relax up here for a bit.” “Sounds great!” So far so good…
Gallus retrieved the pieces of food, then unfolded a large poster-board question mark, nearly the size of his torso. Placing the item next to the basket, the Knight then continued to get out the food as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Stupid claws. Stop shaking. “Uh, Gallus? What’s this?” Silver asked, head tilting to the side as she looked at the large symbol. Gallus couldn’t help but smile nervously, a lump in his throat rising as Silverstream drew a quick breath. “W-wait. A b-big q-question…”
Retrieving a small wooden box from the bottom of the basket, Gallus looked up at the teary hippogriff, his own vision starting to blur. “I always meant to bring it up, but never could think of how, other than just…this.” The Knight whispered, seeing Silverstream start to sniffle. “I j-just hope your answer hasn’t changed in all these months. Silverstream?” Gallus opened the box, revealing a silver ring, a crystal seashell with feather patterns glimmering within. His own eyes watered at seeing a similarly teary gaze brimming with love looking back at him. “Will you marry me?”
The gryphon barely had time to hold onto the box as a pink blur tackled him, making Gallus’ entire face light up with a loving and ecstatic kiss. In-between kisses, Silverstream’s joyous reply rang off the mountains and echoed to the skies above as the sunlight peeked through the clouds. “YES!”
