Lieutenant Forest Evergreen is hailed as a hero, yet the princesses suspect him of treason.
The tale of Lieutenant Forest Evergreen's bravery and heroism during the Changeling Invasion spread like wildfire across Equestria, and he is nearly unanimously hailed as a hero.
Except for the princesses, who suspect him of treason.
As a secret investigation is launched, and Forest's comrades are made aware, they must grapple with their loyalty to him and their loyalty to their country. But both parties must answer the question-is Forest a true hero, or does he secretly seek the downfall of Equestria?
The downpour of rain upon the city of Manehattan gave Umbral Star one comforting thought, that the world wept for him; but that comfort shattered at the clap and echo of rolling thunder. Of course. He’d forgotten. Just as much as the world wept, it laughed at his pain.
If not for the police officer guiding him, Umbral would’ve been alone out in the streets. Unsurprising, considering how late it was. The streetlights were lit, bright and strong, but the deluge was so thick that no more than five were visible at a time. The unicorn wondered if he could still see the lights from the skyscrapers, but it was a passing thought. He didn’t care enough to lift his head. All he wanted was to endure the pelts of rain until they reached their destination. Perhaps learning that umbrella spell would’ve been a good idea after all; but once more, that thought passed like a ship in the night.
Umbral glanced back at where his apartment would’ve been. He was so close to finally achieving some normalcy in his life, that he could rise above the ashes of his broken childhood and lead a life worthy of a stallion of Equestria. Yet, it was stolen from him—and he didn’t know why.
No. That wasn’t right. Umbral knew, and it crippled him.
“This is it,” the officer said, pointing with his hoof.
They both looked upon one of the shorter buildings of downtown Manehattan, with a sign that read:
Manehattan’s Open Door Shelter for the Homeless Open 24 Hours
The place that, for now, he must call home. They approached the door and took shelter under the canopy.
“Thank you,” Umbral muttered. How weak and hoarse his voice was.
“Wait,” the officer said. Umbral, who was reaching for the knob, stopped. “Do you want to talk?”
He was tempted. There was something oddly relaxing about the officer’s voice, like a glass of warm milk in oral form. But the desire to be alone overrode that temptation, so in the end, he said no.
“Ah,” he sighed. “Then at least let me say this. I could tell you were telling the truth back there, but from a legal standpoint, there is nothing I can do. And that kills me inside. These are truly awful circumstances to be in.” He stuck his nose into one of his pockets and pulled out a small slip of paper between his teeth. After laying it on the ground, he pulled out a pencil and wrote with his mouth, “Officer Specter, Manehattan Police Department, 18th Precinct.” He slid the paper to Umbral. “If you decide you want to talk after all, just write me a letter. Name the place and time and if I can make it, I’ll be there. It’s times like these that you could use all the friends you can get.”
Umbral picked up the paper, clenched between his teeth. “Okay. Thanks.”
“I hope the rest of your night goes better. And perhaps I will see you again soon.”
“Perhaps.”
“Take care, and good night.” With a nod of his head, Specter turned and vanished into the storm.
Umbral turned to the door, sighed, and pushed it open. He had to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lights as he stepped into the artificial warmth of the indoors. He didn’t realize how loud the rain and thunder was until now, where silence pervaded the shelter. For one of the largest shelters in the city, the waiting area was quite small, only a handful of chairs. A hallway stretched out directly before him, the lights set at dimmer and dimmer settings until almost complete darkness by the end.
As soon as he spotted one, Umbral dropped the slip of paper into a trash can.
“Hello,” a mare sitting at a nearby desk called out. She hurriedly fixed and adjusted her mane, and smiled, despite the heavy bags under her eyes. Umbral was nearly certain there was no actual glass in her glasses.
“Hi,” Umbral responded.
“Are you looking for a place to stay?”
He grew slightly irritated. “Why else would I be here?”
“Oh, there are many reasons, actually. Strange ponies often come walking in around this time. Oh, the stories I could tell you. But for now, let’s have a looksie.” She pulled some paperwork out from under her desk. “Could I get your name, please?”
“Umbral Star.”
“Date of birth?”
“February 13, 979.” This was an estimation. Nopony knew for sure when he was born.
“That would make you…sixteen years of age. Now, could you describe the circumstances that led to your coming here for me?”
“My apartment—my life—was stolen from me.”
“So, you were evicted?”
“That’s one way of putting it, I guess.”
What followed was a series of questions concerning his physical and mental health. Umbral’s patience wore thin, but he understood the necessity. The shelter wouldn’t want criminals or psychopaths sleeping within.
“And that does it!” the mare said after the last question. “Good news, you qualify to stay here for one month. Once the deadline is reached, the higher-ups will review your case and either renew it for another month or terminate it. Of course, I hope you’re back on your hooves before then, but you’re welcome to stay in the meantime. Now, would you prefer the all-stallion room or co-ed?”
“I don’t care either way.”
“Alright, I’ll go ahead and stick you in the co-ed room. There are more beds available there, so you have more choices and more room, if you prefer.” She pulled out a small carrier, containing a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, and a comb. “These are for you. If you wish to shower, it’ll be down the hall, second door to your right. But if you’d rather just go to bed, the room is straight down. I ask that you cause as little disturbance as possible, but otherwise feel free to go in and pick a bed.”
Umbral nodded, thanking her. Rather than using his levitation spell, he picked up the carrier between his teeth. At first, he thought maybe a shower would do him some good, to help him forget everything that happened that night. But it wasn't until he entered the increasingly darkened hallway that he realized how worn he felt, and so chose to go directly to bed.
There was no light whatsoever in the sleeping room. Umbral activated one of the few spells he did learn and the tip of his horn glowed, the dimmest level he could manage. It was just bright enough for him to see what was immediately in front of him, but not much more than that. Ponies gently snored as he passed, some louder than others. Umbral decided to steer clear of the latter, and focus on one of the quieter corners. There were surprisingly many ponies in this room, despite what the mare at the desk said, but he finally managed to find a vacant bed.
The sheets were thin and rough and the pillow was mostly flat, but it was better than sleeping on the street, and much warmer too. Umbral slipped the carrier under the bed, climbed in, and pulled the sheet over him. He groaned inwardly when he could feel his tail sticking out. He curled up until he was completely covered, darkened his horn, and closed his eyes.
Despite physical and emotional exhaustion, his mind showed no signs of slowing down. It kept repeating what happened an hour ago over and over, bringing a new whirlwind of misery and turmoil each time. It reminded him that there were very few ponies that he allowed himself to grow close to, and every one either left, betrayed, or scarred him. Then a dam in his emotional center burst and before he fully realized it, his throat tightened and tears flowed from his eyes. He squeezed the pillow over his head and ears in an attempt to muffle his cries.
“Why?” he asked, between gasps. “Why did you ruin this? Do you get some sort of sick pleasure out of my suffering? Is it amusing when you pull the rug from under me and block my path to happiness right as I find it? Are you content with the happiness of everypony else and seek only to make me miserable? You’re disgusting. You’re the worst. You’re a blight upon existence and I will break free from you. No matter the cost, I will be free. I will be free!”
“Who are you talking to?” a mare’s voice whispered.
Only now did Umbral realize that he had spoken louder and louder. “Myself,” he half-lied.
He heard the creaking of a bed and a couple hoofsteps beside him. “Would you like to go outside and talk?” she asked, keeping her voice low. “I’m having trouble sleeping anyway, so it wouldn’t be a big deal.”
“No thanks.” Umbral really hoped she didn’t lift his pillow. He couldn’t stand the thought of anypony seeing his face.
“Hmm… Oh! Hey, question. Do you have any plans? Any place to go?”
“No.” There was some ruffling and more hoofsteps, then he jumped slightly when something light landed on him over the sheet.
“I’m planning on going to Canterlot tomorrow to join the Royal Guard. I’m by myself right now, but wouldn’t mind having a traveling buddy.” She waited for a response. Umbral didn’t feel like giving one. “Alright, just sleep on it and let me know in the morning, okay? Good night.” More creaking, then silence.
Umbral wept a few more minutes after he was sure she went back to sleep. Once he ran out of tears, he turned his attention to the object. He levitated it beneath the sheet, threw the latter over his head, and then dimly lit his horn. It was a brochure. A dozen guards stood perfectly in line on the cover, all saluting, mighty and proud. Above them shone the glorious radiance of the sun, with Princess Celestia’s outline contained within, posing majestically. He flipped it open. The first thing he read was a list of perks: learning survival skills, interacting with the princess and other nobles directly, getting fit, boosting confidence, etc. Another page listed a few places where ponies could apply. The third showed a picture of Captain Campaign, with confidence and determination flashing in his eyes, pointing his hoof directly at Umbral. Below him read the caption, “Are you ready to become a hero? Join the Royal Guard today!”
Umbral didn’t care to read anything else. He shoved it under his pillow and deactivated the light, plunging him in darkness once more. He kicked the sheet down, trying to curl up underneath and keep himself fully covered. Become a hero? An empty platitude, nothing more. He wasn’t a fool. There was no glory to be had in becoming a guard. In fact, everything Umbral read pointed to the fact that guarding was a thankless job. The only famous guards were dead guards. No thanks, he’ll find something else.
As he tried to sleep, however, the word “hero” echoed through his thoughts. His imagination took hold. He was standing alongside the captain and Princess Celestia, a crowd roaring and cheering for them, the great defenders of Equestria, adored by all. This burning desire to become a hero; it was a memory he’d forgotten from when he was little. He dismissed notions like this as foalish when he reached adolescence, but now it was much more enticing. Nopony in the guard was famous? There was a first time for everything after all. And even if he never achieved fame, if he realized that the job was truly thankless, that he would never receive an ounce of glory, wasn’t that noble in and of itself? A quiet sacrifice would be a good end, perhaps the best he could ask for.
Regardless, he would try his hardest to achieve the former result. Umbral Star will be a hero, he resolved. Not a villain, but a hero. He’d make those who doubted him eat their words. He’d make them regret ever stabbing him in the back. They’ll pay for their deceptions. They will pay dearly.
All will pay.
As Umbral finally slipped into the soft embrace of sleep, he allowed darkness to fester in his heart and entertained thoughts of revenge.
The threat of an invasion was real, and there was nothing else to go on. Captain Shining Armor made that much clear to the Royal Guard when Princess Celestia ordered for increased security. They were posted in strategic areas throughout Canterlot, especially the castle and the main plaza; though a large number of them were assigned to the train station. The reasons being that this was the only way out for unicorns and earth ponies in an emergency situation, and this was where the shield was intentionally weakened, so the train could pass through with little difficulty. Tomorrow would be the day of his wedding to Princess Cadance, however, so he was otherwise occupied, but his contribution was more than enough. The entirety of Canterlot was encapsulated in a massive shield, and the only two things that could penetrate it was unicorn magic and air. This was likely why tensions among the guards were nearly nonexistent, despite how serious and attentive many of them were. No invasion could touch the cliffside city. Even so, messengers were spread throughout, urging the citizens of Canterlot to be prepared, in case the city became a sudden battleground.
A few guards engaged in idle chatter, which Lieutenant Forest Evergreen allowed. So long as they paid enough attention to keep their spears from falling out of their hooves, then he had no issue. He was on the roof of the train station, presiding over his regiment. Unlike the rest, he was unarmed, since he preferred hoof-to-hoof combat. Next to him was another lieutenant, South Gale.
They were as night and day, standing together, despite both wearing the standard armor of the Royal Guard; the only deviation being a dash of purple on their helmets to mark their rank. Forest’s fur was an emerald green and eyes blood red, and beneath his helmet was the color of juniper. South was rustic orange and bore raven hair; her eyes were even darker, like obsidian. What made her stand out even more, however, was that she was one of a hoofful of pegasi officers, and further still was the fact that she was a mare in a line of work largely dominated by stallions. In this regard, Forest blended in among the officers perfectly, which in many ways was exactly what he wanted.
“So,” South said, “did you hear about who’s arriving on the train today?”
“No," Forest said. "Somepony important, I take it?”
"Oh, I'll say!"
“Well, who? Don’t keep me in suspense.”
South leaned in closer and whispered, “The captain’s sister and her friends. You know, the ones who defeated Nightmare Moon?”
“Yeah, I know who mean, but are you really surprised? It’s the captain’s wedding, so of course his sister is going to be there.”
“But she’ll be coming through here, while we’re here, too! We can see the heroes with our own eyes. We can finally see what they’re like.” South bounced from hoof to hoof in excitement, her eyes shining with wonder.
The story of the Element Bearers' defeat of Nightmare Moon spread like wildfire among the Royal Guard, in no small part due to the captain. Ironically, the rest of Equestria was largely ignorant of who saved it. Apart from the story, Forest fell into this category as well, though it was mostly from lack of interest. He saw the stain glass window in the throne room depicting their likenesses often enough, but never did he feel the need to ask the captain about them.
The next hour passed without incident. Forest had been a royal guard for over six years, so subconsciously taking note of changes was second nature to him: fresh guards coming to relieve those that were more tired of boredom than tired; a pony who seemed intent on taking the train out, but was politely declined; and a flock of birds skirting the outside of the shield, banking east toward Foal Mountain. He focused mainly on his own thoughts, however, along with the odd conversation he had with South.
"Any minute now..." she said excitedly, grinning.
Something caught Forest’s eye. He thought it was an insect, but it was spinning and swirling way too wildly for it to be under any sort of control. Curious, he activated his levitation spell and brought it closer. The “wings” were yellow and the “body” was brown. Now that he had a better look, it seemed less like an insect and more like a bat.
“Oh, that’s a birch seed!” South said.
"A seed?” Forest asked.
“Yeah. It’s been a long while since I saw one. Where did it come from?”
“It must’ve come off a tree here in Canterlot, unless it flew in after the captain put the shield up, somehow."
“At this high of an altitude? Yeah, no. It’s weird, though. I’ve never seen a birch tree here."
“Could it have come from a part of the city you’ve never been to?”
“Must be, but I’ve been through most of it. It must’ve come from clear across the other side. That's crazy. Mind if I see it?”
Forest obliged, hovering the seed before South’s nose.
She eagerly studied every facet as a wistful expression swept over her face. "You know, when I was a small filly, I thought these were little spirits who somehow lost their way. I’d see how they’d slow down and fall to the ground and thought that they lost hope, giving up on ever finding their way back. I’d flap my tiny little wings to give them the needed push to move on and possibly find their path again. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized that they were only seeds and that I may have hurt them as much as helped, but at least I meant well.”
"You grew up in... the Neighagra Woods, right?"
South nodded. "Yep, we had a small cottage pretty close to the falls. Too bad Canterlot Mount's in the way, otherwise I could probably see it from here." She glanced at Forest in the corner of her eye, and that familiar mischievous spark entered her eyes, and she coyly smiled. "You know about my childhood, Forest. So when are you going to tell me about yours?"
"My answer is still the same."
She sighed and shrugged. "Can't blame a girl for trying. It's only a matter of time before you change your answer."
Forest brought the seed back in front of him, twirling it thoughtfully. An idea entered his mind, though he debated back and forth on whether he should suggest it or not. It seemed unprofessional, maybe even negligent of his duties, but it would brighten her day all the more.
“The train!" South shouted. "I see the train coming! It’s them!”
Forest looked on and sure enough, he spotted the slight distortion of purple, pink, and gold that formed the locomotive as it approached the shield. He brought the seed to the roof tiles below him and gently placed his hoof over it; enough to hold it down, but not so much as to crush it. The guards outside the shield parted their spears and, using their magic to create a gap, allowed the train to pass. This would be the last allowed to enter the city until further notice, by order of Princess Celestia herself. Here it would stay until the threat has passed, nor would any others come up behind it. Once captain gets word, he'll make the final reinforcement of the shield, and Canterlot will be in complete lockdown.
The train screeched to a halt and the doors opened. Three ponies poked their heads out. South immediately leaned in front of Forest, nearly pushing him out of the way in a vain attempt at a better look. When they stepped out, she ducked and backed away from the edge of the roof, then cautiously scooted forward to peer down at them. Forest recognized the blue pegasus and white unicorn, along with the orange earth pony with the Stetson hat. From this distance, he couldn’t make out much else in terms of physical features. They seemed to be muttering to themselves, looking at the guards around them. South lifted her head a little higher, still staring. A pink earth pony came trotting out gleefully, then stopped to sneeze. South flinched, not necessarily at the sheer volume, but at the confetti that shot out of her mouth and nostrils. Then the pony proceeded as if nothing strange happened. As South stood nearly to her full height, a yellow pegasus flapped out, joining the group. The one with the Stetson hat turned back to the train, where one more pony emerged: a violet unicorn with a purple mane.
Twilight Sparkle.
Finally, a name that came with the face. Forest once overheard the captain talking with the others about how reckless it was for Twilight and her friends to go into the Everfree Forest with barely a plan in mind; but he knew that he was also proud of her victory, as well as her progress as Princess Celestia's student. A second memory flowed across his mind immediately after the first. Before Shining Armor became Captain Campaign's successor, Forest once spotted him and Twilight flying kites in Pentennial Park. He was envious of their bond, but quickly buried the feeling in order to focus on the task at hoof. What that task was exactly, he couldn’t remember.
Twilight slowly stepped off the train, but then blew past her friends, not even slowing down for the guards to part their spears, who allowed passage just in time. Her friends exchanged looks as an unexpected sight emerged from behind them; a small dragon, far smaller than Forest expected one would be. Twilight seems to keep some strange company. They trotted after her, disappearing from view.
“She didn’t seem too happy,” Forest observed out loud.
“No, she didn’t…” South trailed off.
He turned to her, surprised. "What's wrong?"
"Well, frankly...I’m disappointed. I was expecting something… I don’t know, majestic, maybe? Instead, the whole thing just sort of came and went. These are the Element Bearers, the heroes of Equestria! And…I don’t mean to sound judgmental, but half of them seemed pretty weak. If Rarity’s magic was powerful, that’d be one thing, but I feel like I could blow Pinkie and Fluttershy over like dust bunnies.”
Forest was about to comment on her sharp eyes, when another voice cut him off. “And yet, they were chosen.”
They turned around to find their superior officer standing behind them. Commander Firebrand matched Forest in terms of stature, but his fur was dark red with a bright yellow mane, giving the appearance of a pony-shaped blaze. His helmet had the same dashes as Forest’s and South’s, but his armor was outlined with purple as well. The added swirls gave it a more regal design, outmatched only by the captain’s.
“Hope you don’t mind, I’ve been dropping a few eaves behind you," Firebrand said.
"Commander,” Forest acknowledged.
“How goes it, sir?” South asked.
“About what you’d expect for an invasion—calm and quiet. Anyway, I couldn’t help but overhear your thoughts on the Element Bearers and I have something to say about that.”
“And that being?” Forest asked.
“Get ready for the sappiest drivel you’ll hear this side of Equestria! Physical prowess is all well and good, but...” “Oh, no.”
“…it’s what’s inside that counts!”
Forest facehoofed as South groaned.
Firebrand laughed gleefully. "As cheesy as it may sound, that is pretty much how it works. The Elements of Harmony chose them for who they are, not their strength or fighting prowess. And speaking more broadly, it's easy to put your heroes on pedastals and build them up as more than regular ponies. Meeting them will give you that reality check, and you may feel disappointed, but when you next meet them, it'll be easier to approach them as the regular ponies that they most likely are. It may be a good idea to keep that in mind in the future.”
“Yes, sir," South said.
“Alrighty, then. There's a whole lot of nothing going on here, it looks like?"
“Apart from a rogue seed,” Forest said, “nothing noteworthy.”
“A rogue seed?”
“One from a birch,” South explained as Forest levitated the seed up to show Firebrand.
“How’d that get here?”
“That’s exactly what we were—oh! I thought it blew away.”
"I held on to it," Forest said.
“Why?”
He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, Commander? Would it be too much trouble to disturb the shield and allow the seed to pass?”
Firebrand chuckled. “You really need to ask? I’ll create the gap, you just send it on through.”
“Actually, sir, there was something else I had in mind." Forest faced the shield wall, then levitated the seed in front of South once more. "Want to do the honors?"
She blinked in surprise. “You're setting this up for me?"
“Well...yeah, I am."
“Wow, just...that's really thoughtful of you, Forest."
He felt his cheeks redden, and hoped that the green of his coat would cover it up. “Just do it.”
She smiled and extended her wings. “Ready.”
“Now!”
He released his hold and with a firm flap, South sent out a gust of wind. Firebrand opened a gap in the shield and it slipped smoothly through, flying over the precipice and downward, in the direction of Ponyville. From here, he could see only a single large tree, in the center of the small town, that hung over the thatched roofs. Many times, he'd heard of the friendly attitude and boundless hospitality of Ponyville. In other words, a place he must avoid, if at all possible.
Forest felt a hoof on his shoulder.
“Thank you," South said.
“Don’t mention it," he said.
She gave him a light punch on his foreleg. “No promises. And you, Commander, have earned yourself a hug once we're relieved."
“Can't wait."
“Great. Have fun patrolling!" she called out as Firebrand walked off.
Forest was left alone with South. He was mostly silent the rest of the day, pondering, but always wary. As twilight arrived and the moon rose, the ponies that would be Honorary Lieutenants for the night came to relieve them. Increased security meant longer watches, so the thought of soothing his aching hooves spurned him homeward. South followed through on her promise to the commander and bade him and Forest good night before parting.
Now alone, Forest took his usual route through the main square, walking the now calm and mellow city. This was so familiar that he could allow his mind to wander and he’d still wind up at the barracks. However, his sight settled on something that brought him back to reality. It was Twilight and her friends. They were sitting at a table, drinking what he supposed were smoothies. The pony of note was the only one on her hind legs and speaking, while the rest lounged on plush cushions, concernedly listening.
He shrugged and went on his way, then heard Twilight’s raised voice. “I am not being possessive, and I am not taking it out on Cadence. You’re all just too caught up in your wedding planning to notice that maybe there shouldn’t even be a wedding!”
There was a loud thunk that emphasized her point. At this, Forest turned around. The smoothies were spilled out all over the table and Twilight was walking away in a huff—in his direction. For a brief moment, they made eye contact. Twilight’s expression, one of annoyance and irritation, didn’t change when she looked at him, not when she looked past him, and not even when she nearly ran him over.
“Excuse me,” she muttered angrily.
This caught Forest off guard. He said nothing, merely stepping aside as she brushed past him, even though there was room for her to walk around. A voice in the back of his mind shouted to run after her and ask what happened, to ask what was wrong. But those words never made it to his mouth, nor did his hooves budge an inch. He just watched in silence as Twilight rounded a corner and passed out of sight.
He shook his head. It was better this way, anyway.
It was midmorning, and it was about as loud as a rustling leaf. Firebrand didn't let it show in his face, but underneath his armor, he was sweating by the gallon. There was very little precedent concerning assaults on Canterlot. The closest thing in recent memory was the Diamond Dog Rebellion, and that could hardly be considered a battle. Every pony in the Royal Guard had never been on a battlefield, himself included. There was no telling how they, or he, would react. All he could hope was that the threat would not come...
The bell rang out, loud and clear. Firebrand's mouth and throat went dry instantly, and he felt the color drain from his face.
...to pass.
The soldiers, interrupted from their usual banter, now looked around, alarmed, some even fearful. Forest and South were comparatively calm, but no doubt they were as scared as the rest. They were trained to hide it better. Firebrand gulped. They all knew what that bell meant, and no doubt similar bells would have heard and begun ringing across the city, warning the citizens of Canterlot.
Rapid and frantic hoofsteps approached from behind. Firebrand whirled around to find a guard running up to him, out of breath. "Commander! Scouts on the outer perimeter have spotted assailants approaching!"
"What are they?"
"Changelings, sir. There's a large swarm, so many that we can't count!"
"Changelings...?" Firebrand recalled what little there was known about the species. They weren't exactly friendly, but neither were they hostile to ponies. What could've changed? But there was no time to question that now. He ran over to the nearby ledge overlooking the railway platform and the dormant train, and propped himself up on it.
"Listen up, everypony!" Firebrand shouted. "I've received word that a swarm of Changelings are bearing down on Canterlot as we speak! The invasion is here! Steel yourselves, defend yourselves, and defend Equestria! Lieutenants Forest and South, on me!"
South was giving Forest a lift down as they descended from the roof of the station. Once they were low enough, she let go and he landed gracefully. Firebrand ran up to them, and tried harder than he'd care to admit to keep his voice from shaking.
"We're going to go with Plan C, it'll be the most effective against aerial assailants. You remember what that consists of?"
"Yes, sir," they said in unison.
"Good. Spread the word to your companies and get...ready..."
The words died in his mouth as the swarm came into view, a black infectious blight that grew bigger and larger, threatening to consume the otherwise gorgeous day. The swarm surged upward and outward across the shield, like locusts discovering a rich crop to devour. The mouths of the guards opened wider and wider as the gravity of the situation sunk in, the shadows of the Changelings passing over them, nearly blocking out the sun. The clank of a couple spears slipping from the grip of the guards resounded through the darkened train station.
"There must be hundreds of them..." South muttered.
That guard at the start was right. There was no use counting. To say they were outnumbered was an understatement. Thank Celestia the shield was still active and strong.
Firebrand took a deep breath, then once more called out to the guards. "Stand your ground! Even if they somehow break through, they don't have the training or tactics that we do! So long as keep our heads cool, we can beat them! Lieutenants, you have your orders."
They saluted and returned to their respective companies. South leapt into the air and hovered over the soldiers under her command, so she was in full view of all of them. "Listen up! We're going for Plan C! Unicorns, prepare your combat spells. For all of you, we're going to use the phalanx splinter maneuver. Keep your spears at the ready!" The soldiers saluted, then lowered the spears so they were horizontal in front of them. Forest echoed South's orders, and once again, there was no resistance. Good. Firebrand half-expected some of them to ask what was the point in preparing for battle if they were safe. But all understood that in this situation, there could not be enough preparation.
Many of the Changeling swarm concentrated over the train station, and began slamming the shield with their bodies. This was the first time Firebrand could see them individually. Though they vaguely resembled ponies in size and stature, they were much more beetle-like, with black carapaces and thin, transparent wings. Their tongues like those of snakes hung from their mouths when they weren't gritting their teeth, as they pounded away with increasing ferocity.
Firebrand once again wondered why they were suddenly so aggressive and hostile. The worst a Changeling would do is impersonate loved ones, consume the love that their victim made before they knew what hit them, then leave before the real one returned. They were deceptive, perhaps malicious, but didn't go out of their way to cause harm. What changed? He thought about the most common causes of wars: ideological differences—that definitely wasn't it—and...
A chill went down Firebrand's spine. He looked up, at the swarm high above the city. His suspicions were confirmed. A large number were heading for Canterlot Castle, but the majority of the swarm was concentrated over the residential quarter.
Of course. It was obvious.
Resources. Food.
"They're targeting the citizens," he muttered to himself, breathless. That part of the city wasn't considered strategically important, so there were only a hoofful of guards stationed there, at most. They'd be overwhelmed instantly. "They're breaking through!" one of the soldiers shouted.
Firebrand snapped out of his thoughts and focused on the Changelings before them. Cracks were forming across the barrier, and small gaps were opening up. He could barely believe what he was seeing. The swarm shouldn't be penetrating the shield so easily. Why isn't the captain reinforcing it? He must know what's going on. He's not deaf, blind, or stupid! At this rate, the shield will fall, and Canterlot will be under direct attack.
Questions must come later, though. Firebrand immediately sprung to a gallop in Forest's direction. "South, on me!" he shouted. She flew down just as the two stallions met. He spoke urgently and quickly, laying out the plan.
"But, Commander," South said, "what about the castle?"
Firebrand's mouth formed a thin line as he gritted his teeth. "Celestia, Cadance, and the Element Bearers are there. We have to trust they'll be able to hold out. Go, Forest, now!"
"Yes, sir. Listen up, ponies! We're heading for the residential quarter, where most of the swarm is poised to attack. We're to ensure the safety of the citizens, beat back the swarm, then link up with Commander Poppinfresh's vigil in the main plaza. We're taking Lieutenant South's rearguard with us. Let's go!"
The eighty-one-pony army conjoined into a stampede straight down the street, with Forest taking the lead. The earth quivered from their combined gallops, and gradually lessened as they disappeared from view. That left South's vanguard and middleguard, a total of forty-two ponies. Fewer in number, but the soldiers in these companies were stronger and more practiced than the rearguard, with the vanguard containing the best of the company.
That was all he could hope for, as the cracks were now overwhelming the shield. Finally, the Changelings pulled back and, as one, slammed against the barrier. The spell was broken, and crumbled. The pieces of the shield shattered and disintegrated, cascading downward. The enormous power that expelled from the collapse quaked the ground, causing a a number of guards to lose balance and fall over.
The shaking stopped. The barrier was gone. As one, the swarm descended upon Canterlot.
The air and surrounding area was suddenly saturated with multiple colors, as beams of light erupted from the tips of the unicorns' horns, including Firebrand's. Most were a series of short, small bursts, though there were a hoofful of a continuous blast that swept the swarm as the changelings charged downward. A few of the invasion force were struck, plummeting straight downward, either stunned or killed. But to Firebrand's horror, a large portion of the beam attacks missed. And the changelings closest to the train station were swiftly upon them.
"Wait for the bulk of the swarm!" South called out, referring to the Phalanx Splinter. "Ponies in front, defend yourselves!"
The unicorns kept up their barrage, as the ponies at the front of the formation let out a war cry, and met the first of the invasion in close quarters. Bursts of green magic incapacitated some of the Royal Guard, but the swift jabs and strikes with the spears evened the odds and held them at bay. Some of the changelings were hesitant. They were waiting for the much larger force descending from above. Dozens upon dozens of that force wrapped themselves in destructive magic, making themselves massive, powerful projectiles. Many of which were on a collision course for the guards below, and were fast approaching.
"Phalanx Splinter...now!" South ordered.
Just as the changelings were about to impact the guards and pound them into submission, the Royal Guards raised their spears skyward. It was far too late to change course. The spears pierced their carapaces with ease, and the station rang with the shrill cries of what must've been a couple dozen changelings. But there were screams of ponies as well, as some did manage to miss the weapons and hit their mark. The rest of the swarm realized what was going on, as many diverted their course away from the guards, spreading outward.
Firebrand barely had time to process this before he had to leap out of the way. A couple of changelings impacted the pavement upon which he stood, hard enough to blast bits away and leave a small crater. Unfazed by the hard collision, they immediately stood erect and hissed, their snake-like tongues wriggling out between their fangs.
Firebrand blasted one immediately. It unceremoniously collapsed to the ground. The other, staring at its cohort in shock, fell from another blast immediately after. A rather strange reaction, but no time to think about it now.
He glanced out at the station and saw that the soldiers had thrown the unmoving bodies off their spears and were completely embroiled in battle. All was chaos.
Pegasi, including South, took to the sky and met the changelings flying over the battlefield, the formation of the guards disintegrating as each soldier now battled on their own. The mutlicolored blasts of the unicorns, along with the green beams of the changelings, were fired every which way; some impacting and chipping off debris from the surrounding buildings.
It wasn't long before Firebrand standing apart caught the attention of the swarm. Blasts erupted around Firebrand's hooves as four changelings, flying in from behind, fired upon him. He dove to the side, ensuring that the beams would miss, then unleashed a blast of his own, knocking the closest one out of the air. His second and third blasts missed, however. These changelings were more maneuverable. Firebrand raised his spear, ready to stab, but they halted their attack vector and stopped just short of the blade, landing on the ground. One remained in front of him, the other two circled him. He kept his head swiveling, ready to strike, but not in the way they thought. Firebrand pretended to run his gaze over one of the changelings, but then leveled his horn at it and unleashed a blast. This time, it was too slow to react and was sent flying backward. He saw movement in the corner of his eye, seeing another lunge out at him. Firebrand parried it, causing it to lose balance and fall. He thrust the spear downward, ending its life. But the last changeling took advantage of his lapse in attention. Firebrand took a full blast straight into the side of his body, strong enough to send him reeling and falling to the ground, hard. Before he could think about getting up or wonder if there was anything broken, he was suddenly wrapped in the levitation magic of the changeling, and it pinned him down. As he looked up at the beast, still bleary-eyed, he saw three more fly down out of the corner of his eye.
"Commander!" South shouted. The changeling which held him barely had time to see her coming before her incoming forehoof sent it flying, smacking against the wall. Firebrand was freed and slowly got back on his hooves, taking deep breaths as his vision cleared. South was the changelings' new challenger, and she wasted no time. Before they could strike, she used her superior speed to charge and thrust her spear towards the nearest combatant. It barely managed to dodge, but South quickly followed up with a horizontal slice, knocking it flat. Before it had even hit the ground, South lunged once more at the next, this time landing the strike just as its horn was glowing. The force of the impact knocked it onto its back and South drove her spear downwards, completely penetrating the exoskeleton. The last of the group leapt backward, trying to get some distance, but with a small toss in her hoof, she switched grips and hurled the spear, hitting it square in the chest. It crumpled, unmoving.
Firebrand blinked. In the back of his mind, he was beaming with pride for South. After pulling her spear free, she ran up to him, exhaustion mixed with concern in her eyes.
"Are you alright, sir?"
"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Let's get these..."
His voice died when a half dozen more changelings landed nearby, their horns glowing. He knew that now was the time to unleash his trump card, the reason why he kept himself separate from the rest of the guards.
"South, fly up!" he commanded. She did so, without hesitation.
Firebrand charged his horn as he leapt and rolled aside, the changelings' beam barrage narrowly missing both him and South. He aimed his horn, two green beams filling most of his peripheral vision. Then he unleashed it. A great plume of fire roared outward, Firebrand's hooves scraping backwards from the sheer force ejecting from his forehead. All changelings that challenged him were consumed by it, the flames and the heat killing them almost instantly. Once it was clear they were no longer moving, he deactivated the spell. There were a handful of fires that burned around him, but none that threatened the train station or the nearby residents.
Firebrand breathed heavily. He wasn't completely drained, he just needed time to recover. And it was fortunate timing, as the din of battle was growing quieter. He looked down upon the platform. Bodies were littered everywhere, more changelings than Royal Guards, thankfully, and most that were down were merely subdued, legs chained together with some sort of thick green goo. He didn't want to imagine where that came from. As the last of them were freed, it became clear who the winners were in this battle and a cry of victory rang out.
Firebrand propped himself up and addressed the troops. "No! It's not over yet. No celebrations until Canterlot is cleared out, understood? You've all earned a breather, but stay alert. It's only a matter of time..."
Rapid hoofsteps. It was coming from the city, and growing louder, along with the clanging of armor. Firebrand cautiously looked down the street, and spotted Royal Guards, galloping faster than he'd ever seen them go.
"Friendlies!" a voice rang out from amongst them. "We're friendlies!"
Seven ponies approached Firebrand. One with the markings of a lieutenant upon his helmet spoke. "Commander Firebrand, we..." His voice caught when the commander levelled his spear at him. Then took a couple steps back when others walked up beside him, including South, the tip of their own spears thrust forward threateningly.
"Prove you're not changelings, right now," Firebrand said.
After eyeing the tip of the spear warily, he said quickly, "I'm Lieutenant Fetcher, within Commander Poppinfresh's vigil of one hundred and twenty ponies, of which I oversaw sixty."
Firebrand nodded. That was certainly information that the changelings wouldn't have known about. Each of the other soldiers gave such information, including one mare who pointed out that Royal Guard was at full capacity before this battle, which meant that there was once a total of two hundred and forty-five ponies within the Royal Guard. Satisfied with the answers, Firebrand lowered his weapon.
"Very good. Report, lieutenant."
"For a couple minutes, we held the line at the plaza, and the defense went smoothly. However, right when it seemed victory was ours, a massive wave came from behind us. In other words, they'd successfully taken the castle." This news drew gasps and worried murmurs amongst the troops. "Their numbers were overwhelming and we were dropping like flies, mostly captured, but a small number were killed. The commander gave the order to retreat right before he and Lieutenant Blood Boil were captured. The changelings chased us, but eventually broke off pursuit and followed the others."
"The others? Where were they going?"
"They turned east. Most likely heading for the residential quarter. I hate to say it, but I don't think the guards over there stand a chance."
Firebrand's mouth formed a thin line, remembering who he sent to that part of the city and how many. There were close to the same number of guards there as there were in the plaza. And the latter was overwhelmed. With even greater numbers heading for the residential quarter...this information brought a grim conclusion.
His heart felt twice as heavy as he turned to his own vigil, and took a deep breath. As he spoke, the words felt surreal, as if it wasn't really him speaking. He relayed what he just learned to the troops, then spoke those cursed words. "There is simply no realistic way of standing against such an overwhelming force. Canterlot is lost. Our objective now is to get as many civilians out of here as possible. While this part of the city is quiet, we're to load this train up with as many ponies as possible. And do it fast! It's only a matter of time before the rest of the swarm realizes they lost here and try to cut off our escape. That goes for you lot, too," Firebrand said, turning to the seven newcomers.
The ponies saluted and all began running past him and out of the station. All except for South, who stopped beside him. "But Commander, what about Forest?"
Firebrand kept his face stoic. He knew this was coming and mentally prepared for it, but it still wasn't easy. "We should focus on those we know we can save, instead of those we might be able to save. There's no time for both." For a split second, Firebrand saw that pain in her eyes, the look of betrayal. Her gaze lowered, saddened. "South, you know where the engineer lives, right?"
She nodded, without looking at him. "He doesn't live far."
"Go get him."
Without another word, she took flight and soared above the soldiers, who were now bringing frightened ponies into the station. In the end, she knew he was right, and wouldn't overtly blame him if anything happened to Forest. But he had a feeling that a small part of her would, since in the end, he did order him to go to his likely capture, or possible death.
Firebrand looked in the direction of the residential quarter. "I'm sorry, Forest," he muttered.
Lieutenant Forest Evergreen had barely reached the edge of the residential quarter, with dozens of guards stampeding behind him, when the barrier shattered. The earthquake that ensued knocked a few of the guards off their hooves, and Forest had to stop and crouch down to stay upright. Fortunately, none of the guards were trampled, as far as he could tell. All managed to come to a halt with only a bruise or two at worst.
"Back on your hooves!" he barked. "The changelings are bearing down on us as..."
The words in Forest's mind vanished as the entire sky suddenly morphed from blue to green. The swarm had turned themselves into hundreds of living green projectiles, propelled downward by gravity and magic.
Time to go to Plan A.
"Pegasi, intercept!" Forest commanded, pointing to the changelings. "Rest of you, forward and fan out! Protect the civilians!"
Dozens of pegasi soared just above the charging ponies. They stabbed at the invaders with their spears, their screeching cries mingling with the screams of the pegasi echoing over the ponies' heads. The closest changelings that weren't knocked off course made impact. The roofs of houses cracked, jutting corners of buildings were blasted off, and small craters were left in their wake. The swarm's bombardment thundered across Canterlot, like a tsunami that pummeled and threatened to swallow the city. Soon after came the wounded ponies and changelings that fell from the sky, but Forest had no time to ensure their survival. Beating back the invasion was the chief priority.
Forest glanced behind him and saw that the guards were beginning to disperse, each taking different paths according to their own prerogative. It would've been far more convenient if they had a specific plan to follow, to counterattack more efficiently, but there was no time. All they could do was fight the changelings wherever they found them, and hope for the best. He prayed that that would be enough.
He rounded a corner. Ahead, changelings up and down the street were attempting to breach the houses. He broke into a sprint and let out a war cry. The guards that were still with him took up that cry as they all charged against them as one. The closest changelings, caught by surprise by the sudden attack, immediately flew up and tried to get some distance, but they were shot down by beam spells. A couple dozen rounded on them and, with a surprising show of courage, charged back. Unicorns levelled their spears out on either side of Forest. Once they were close enough, Forest raised his hoof and leapt forward, catching the changeling in the lead off-guard and knocking it against its comrades. The changelings pierced by the spears fell immediately.
Forest kept wailing on each changeling he came across, kicking and bucking at every one he saw. The few earth ponies in the Royal Guard leapt over the changeling wave, crushing them beneath their hooves. The changelings realized that the situation was turning against them, so they took to the sky and blasted the guards from afar. Forest heard them land their marks. He and the other unicorns blasted back, taking three down.
Suddenly, he heard the guards cry. They were not cries of pain, but of panic. He whipped around just in time for a changeling to snatch hold of him and whisk him high into the air. He was held from above, on his back, so Forest couldn't reach it with his hooves as the ground grew distant. So he looked up and blasted a beam spell directly into the changeling's face. This was enough to send both of them plummeting. Forest used the levitation spell on himself to slow his descent, coming to a complete stop right before reaching the ground. The others were not so lucky, either carried away to suffer whatever dark designs the changelings had for them, or fought back and were dropped, landing hard.
How suddenly the situation changed within just a few seconds. The surprise attack sent many of the guards fleeing, with a few now bound by some kind of green adhesive. It was as if the changeling numbers were unchanged from before the clash. In fact, there seemed to be even more. A hoofful were pounding on the doors, but most were bearing down on Forest. And he was now alone.
If he charged them now, he wouldn't last longer than a few seconds before he was overwhelmed. So Forest turned and ran, only barely catching the jeering and mocking the changelings shouted at him. Ignoring this, he assured himself that the changelings would not harm the ponies, their new food source, if they managed to break in. Most ponies would not eat a bruised apple if one in perfect shape was available.
It was also in this moment that Forest realized that this battle was all but lost. There were too many invaders, and too little preparation. With a hundred of them, perhaps more, between the scattered guards and the train station, there was no hope of escaping for unicorns and earth ponies. All they could do was band together and last as long as possible before their likely defeat, and order the pegasi to abandon Canterlot.
Forest glanced behind him. Fortunately, it seemed he wasn't pursued. And even luckier, he saw bolt and beam spells shooting into the air in the distance from a specific point, aiming between the guards that flew above it. He made a beeline straight there.
A scream brought him to a screeching halt, his heart now beating even harder than it already was. That was not a normal expression of fear. His instincts told him that this was something more, something worse. Another one pierced his ears, this one a different voice, but no less forlorn. He looked in the direction where it was coming from, but saw nothing at first glance. It was close, though. Close enough to be heard over the din of battle. He glanced at the fighting two blocks away only for a moment, before darting towards the screaming.
Forest happened upon what he thought was a small square at first, but it was actually an ornate front yard of a large house, almost a mansion, complete with well tended bushes and trees, and some of the greenest grass he'd ever seen. Nearby, a couple statues had toppled over, shattered to pieces. But these were just passing thoughts to Forest. What he paid far more attention to were the five changelings that were blasting the front door with their magic. Judging from its splintered state, they were almost through. Without hesitation, he threw himself upon them. They were caught by surprise and before any of them could react, two of them were down. The third tried to blast him, but he dodged and knocked it out cold. The last two panicked and took flight, running away.
Rather than pursuing them, Forest turned his attention to the door. He ran up and peeked through the crack, and saw a pair of pink eyes looking back.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
A mare answered in a posh accent, thick with fear and desperation. "We're fine. Thank Celestia you came! You have no idea how close we were to dying."
"The changelings aren't here to kill ponies. They're gathering them up as a food source."
"No, no, no, I heard them talking. They said that our home was designated for 'sport.'"
"S...Sport?" Forest asked, in shock. "They were just...going to kill you?"
"Yes!" Her voice cracked. Tears welled in her eyes. "Please, you have to keep protecting us! We don't know how to defend ourselves. If the changelings get in, we're finished. My son and daughters are here, my children!"
An explosion in the distance rumbled through the ground. Forest looked behind him. It was coming from the pocket of resistance. Then he could hear a low, but loud buzzing in the air. That couldn't be anything else but a changeling wave, and it was growing louder. Those guards would need help fending them off. And should they be forced underground, they would have the survival skills and knowledge of Canterlot needed to possibly take back the city. From a tactical standpoint, that would be the best choice. That would be the greatest chance for the city, and by extension, all Equestria. What did these ponies in their lush homes offer?
Forest turned back to the mare. "Please," she said. "Please stay."
There was no need to think about it. The answer was obvious.
He spoke urgently. "Grab any furniture, anything heavy and sturdy, and place them in front of the windows. You have to make it as difficult as possible for the changelings to enter. And grab anything heavy you can swing. Anything is better than nothing."
"Alright, but...what about you? Are you staying?"
"Yes. I'm staying."
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! Um, but what about the door?"
"Remember what I said about making it as difficult as possible for them? I can help with that. Stand back as far as you can. And I'm sorry ahead of time."
She was momentarily confused, but Forest heard her ushering her children away from the door. Forest looked around. That wave of changelings would be here any second. Then he heard her voice call out that they were clear. For the first time in his life, Forest summoned the full might of his magic, placing a levitation spell upon the structure just above the door. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pulled down with all the force he could muster. The cracking and shattering of the refined and refurbished stone, followed by small quakes through the ground beneath him, told him all he needed to know. Once the noise stopped, he opened his eyes. Where once was a door, there was now a massive pile of rubble, impossible to surpass quickly or efficiently.
The buzzing, which had reached a deafening crescendo, suddenly silenced. Forest turned slowly around. He saw exactly what he feared.
The front yard was crawling with dozens of changelings, all fixed upon him.
One stepped forward, and spoke in a voice like crackling leaves. "We've returned, pony, and now you're far outnumbered. Give yourself up and you will be treated well."
Forest spoke, loud and brave, trying to hide the shaking in his legs. "I think not. I can't trust you to follow through on your word. The ponies within this house are under my protection. If harm is your intent, then I will defend them. Otherwise, move on."
The changelings exchanged glances, then laughed as they smiled dangerously. "We were hoping you'd say that. Since you're so dedicated to the ponies marked for sport, then you will be marked, too."
Forest's mane stood on end, and his mouth went dry.
"It's good that your last stand is near such a nice place. This is a sight you will see for all eternity."
Adrenaline coursed through him, and his horn charged, formulating a powerful spell. If there was ever a last resort to which he would save his magic, this was it. And should this expose him, then so be it.
"Kill him!"
The changeling lunged at him. Forest leapt aside and twisted, thrusting his hind leg into the assailant's side, knocking it over. Another tried jumping on him from above, but Forest dodged once more. A third came at him from the side at the same time, so he was forced to leap away, but then suddenly bounded forward, striking it down. This caught the others by surprise. Forest used this moment to slam his body against one, sending it flying against others.
He then caught a glimpse behind him and saw four of them trying to dig through the rubble. A futile effort, but he wasn't about to take chances. Forest wrapped one in a levitation field, while still charging that first spell, and then used its body to smack the others away.
Before he had a chance of throwing it back into the swarm, however, a black hoof impacted Forest right in the face. The punch sent him whirling and falling to the ground. He was seeing stars when several changelings were suddenly lunging at him at once.
Forest recovered and grabbed a changeling with his magic and threw it aside, knocking two of the others over. This created an opening and he charged upon one, thrusting his hoof into its face and knocking it onto its back. He caught movement in the corner of his eye and spun, bucking the attacking changeling back. Another foolishly charged right before him. Forest sidestepped and used its own momentum to knock it to the ground, where he stomped his hoof upon its head. It wasn't a killing blow, but it would stay down.
There was a flash of green. Forest cried out as a changeling beam struck him directly, hitting just below his armor. His skin burned and fur singed. The pain made him lose concentration and another changeling tackled him to the ground. His head hit hard, ears ringing within his helmet. All thought left him, leaving only instinct. Kicking wildly, he managed to send it flying and stand back up. He tried discerning the individual changelings, but they blurred together into a massive charcoal blob. Then he saw yet another green glow. Focusing upon that one, he ran for it, eyes fixed upon its head. Then he barely noticed the slight tilt, the telegraph he watched for. With all he had, he ducked and kicked into a spin, the beam searing the helmet's plume. Before the changeling realized what was going on, Forest bucked, sending it flying into the rest of the swarm.
Then Forest realized his mistake. That swarm was now completely surrounding him, and the changelings knew it. They charged and grabbed him from all sides. Forest kicked in all directions, but couldn't shake them. They pulled him down, and pummeled his underbelly. He felt ribs crack at their blows.
And then it was ready.
With a cry as much of anguish as of fury, Forest fired the charged spell. A cylindrical crimson beam, as thick as Forest's entire body, burst forth, sending the changelings above him flying and crying out in pain. Still screaming, he stood up and swept across the swarm. All that were caught in the concentrated maelstrom didn't get back up. Whole layers of stone were sheared away, the bushes, trees, and grass were set ablaze, and so little remained of the statues that they couldn't be identified as such. This collateral damage was worth taking out nearly half the changelings there.
What may have turned this into a pyrrhic victory, however, was the state of Forest's stamina. He could barely hear any sound above his own breathing, it was so heavy. What part of him didn't burn from the changeling beam burned from fatigue. He was too weak to speak, so instead, he looked at each of his remaining foes, challenging them with the fiercest glare he could muster.
He heard glass shatter. He whipped around and saw two changelings flying near the second floor of the mansion. He gasped. They'd broken through the window! Forest summoned the little magic power he had left, wrapped them both in the levitation spell, and slammed them into the ground.
Once more, they saw the opportunity. And once more, they pounced.
Forest had forgotten that there were changelings between him and what was the door of the house. And when he saw them coming in his peripheral vision, it was like his body decided to stop moving. Then he realized, deep down, that he'd reached his limit. He didn't have the strength to resist any more.
They grabbed and threw him against the building. The wind was knocked out of his lungs. He could only lay there, trying to catch his breath. His vision grew darker.
Was this it, then? A last stand to defend innocent ponies from nefarious invaders—this was to be his destiny? The final destiny of Forest Evergreen? Yes. It was indeed worthwhile. He could not think of a nobler way for his life to end.
The changelings were upon him. His entire world was the cracking of bones and the crushing of his body. His world was pain.
Firebrand looked out upon the warzone that was once the peaceful, wealthy, and prosperous city of Canterlot. Plumes of smoke rose over the rooftops, a couple even coming from the castle. He could still see beam spells shooting into the air all over the place, so there was still resistance. However, he could no longer see any pegasi in the air. He hoped that at least a few managed to fly away. There was distant shouting as well—the ponies that needed to be left behind.
A rumble vibrated beneath his hooves. He snapped back to the present, and he heard the voices of those who can be saved. Firebrand peeked out over the edge of the passenger car. The last of the nearby civilians were boarding the train, flanked by rows of soldiers instructing them to keep their heads down. It wasn't necessarily to keep them safe from any stray beams or debris, but rather to keep them from seeing the carnage they were walking only a few paces away from.
Firebrand could still see their expressions, though. Fear. Worry. Panic. Horror. And above all, uncertainty. In a rather strange way, he found himself jealous of them, able to express their feelings so openly. He had no such luxury. Not at the moment.
Firebrand stepped back and turned to the edge of the cliff that the tracks ran alongside, down to Ponyville. Strange to think about, how normal that place seemed when everything had gone so horribly wrong up here. No doubt, they were watching the city burn, wondering what exactly was happening. As soon as the train arrives, eager and inquisitive ponies would swarm the survivors. Ponyville may be safe for the time being, but the changelings would surely set their sights there next. As soon as they arrived, Firebrand and the remaining guards would have to mount a defense...
A distant flash of crimson tore him from his thoughts and his mouth fell open ever so slightly, as a soft gasp escaped. A pillar of light, shot straight in the air. It was so far away, but he could almost feel the emanated power. It angled downward, slicing a nearby cloud in two, levelling out at what he guessed was ground level.
In the corner of his eye, he saw South glide upwards and land gracefully beside him. "Did you see that?" she said, bewildered.
"Yeah. It seemed like a beam spell."
"That...that was powerful. That couldn't have come from the princesses, right?"
"No, it couldn't have. None of their magic has that reddish hue." It's possible it was a fusion spell involving several unicorns, which could be devastating, but it was very difficult to aim, so it was a tactic seldom used. With how quickly it changed directions, it must've come from a single source.
"So then who...?"
"Commander!" a guard shouted in the distance. "Changelings incoming. They're on to us!"
He sighed as his mind switched gears. "We can worry about that later. Tell the engineer to get going, quickly!" South acknowledged, then with a flap of her wings, darted towards the engine. Firebrand walked closer to the edge and called out to the ponies still on the station. "Everypony, get on board while you can. This train is about to leave, whether you're on it or not!"
The civilians, who heard this, didn't need any more encouraging to pick up their pace, not even by the guards who waved them on board more frantically. Those that kept watch outside the station ran to join the others.
"Pegasi, stay with the train and escort it to Ponyville," Firebrand called out. "Rest of you, form ranks." The sound waves from the train's whistle went through him, and the lurch that followed nearly knocked him off balance. He quickly leapt onto the platform.
"Commander!" South shouted.
He turned to see her hovering just above him. He saw the hesitancy in her eyes. "Go," he said. "We'll hold them off, but they will surely aim to derail the train. Protect the ponies, understood?"
"Yes, sir," she said reluctantly. She tried to sound strong, but the shaking in her breath betrayed her true feelings. Firebrand was touched, but now was not the time to dwell on that. With a strong flap, South ascended and spun around, joining the pegasi as they followed the departing train.
Firebrand noticed a pink glow coming from the castle. It pulsed like a heartbeat. This mental note passed quickly however, when he saw and heard them. There were so many, comparable in numbers to the initial wave, and coming quickly. Firebrand prayed that the train would accelerate fast enough to outrun them, but surely the guards on the platform would be overrun, including him. They all knew it. Even so, the unicorns were charging their battle spells, and the hoofful of earth ponies were crouched low, their powerful legs ready to leap.
"Be brave, soldiers. For the sake of protecting the innocent and planting the seeds of rebellion, take as many of them down as you can! Remember what they've done to Canterlot, and think of what they could do to all of Equestria. Do not yield. Do not submit. Never buckle, nor bend to their will. We shall be a stone wall to their crashing wave. We shall be a stone wall. Stone wall! Stone wall! STONE WALL!"
The changelings were upon them, horns glowing as the beat of their wings overpowered all other sounds.
The pink glow suddenly expanded outward swiftly and without warning, enveloping the entire castle and swallowing up all of Canterlot. The guards watched as they were rapidly engulfed in the light, a few letting out startled shouts. The changelings barely had time to turn around and see the wave of light coming before they were swept up in it and cast out, screaming as they were launched helplessly into the distance. But the wave passed over the guards with all the power of a light breeze. For a moment, all were silent from shock, looking around in confusion. The city was suddenly quiet, as still as a ghost town.
"The shield!" one of the guards shouted. "The shield is restored!" Cheers arose from the soldiers, some putting their forelegs around shoulders in jubilation.
Firebrand sighed in relief once he saw it for himself. Captain Shining Armor's city-wide shield was indeed restored, and simultaneously swept the invaders away. That one spell. That one powerful spell. Then a moment later, the battle was won, pushed away from the precipice of defeat. Firebrand let out a chuckle at that thought. "Princesses, Captain... You have no idea how easy you have it."
There was movement in the corner of his eye. He saw South and the other pegasi had returned, and the train was now slowly backing up. "Hey, uh... So we decided to come back. Can you let us in?" South shouted to him from afar.
Firebrand smiled and activated his magic. "Come on in. But keep the civilians on the train, and tell them not to look out the windows."
It was a far slower and more draining process to keep the shield distorted long enough for the train to get through. When it was roughly three-quarters of the way in, his magic began to falter. Thankfully, the guards saw this and took over, allowing the wearied commander to rest. He sat down and closed his eyes, focusing on recovering his stamina as quickly as possible. When he opened them again, he saw South and a few of the guards amongst the wounded ponies, helping the few that could still walk back to their hooves. Firebrand groaned as he stood and mustered the strength to shout his next command.
"Well done, everypony. But our work isn't over yet. Pegasi, fly to Meadowbrook Hospital and bring medical ponies and stretchers here. The rest of you, either tend to the wounded or..." Firebrand felt the weight in his stomach double. It began to ache. "...or gather the dead."
How quickly the smiles faded, as the guards set about their next grim tasks. He sighed and began making his way toward the nearest guard on the ground—whether he was alive or not, he couldn't tell—when South came out of nowhere and wrapped her forehooves around his neck, tightly squeezing him as her mane brushed against his cheek.
"South, I said no..."
"I don't care. We both need it right now."
Firebrand opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He didn't have the strength or willpower to protest further. He couldn't deny she was right. So he resignedly returned the hug.
Stepping back, South saluted. "Commander, I request permission to check on our soldiers in the residential quarter."
Firebrand knew which of the soldiers she was talking about, and he was worried about him too, but he shook his head. "Denied, for the moment. We are needed here right now. Once we tend to the wounded and ensure that they are receiving all the proper treatment, then you may go find Lieutenant Forest and the other guards and do the same for them. Though undoubtedly, they will be taken care of over there, as well."
"Understood," she said, though Firebrand could see the uneasiness in her eyes. She turned away and was about to take off.
"Hey."
South paused and looked behind her.
"He's alive."
She took a deep breath before nodding and taking off. Firebrand shook his head. His attempt at easing her worry didn't work. Of course it didn't. There was no way he knew for sure.
"Come on, Forest. Please be alive."
Celestia stared at the wall of Baron's Barbershop, one of several buildings surrounding the central plaza. Her wings shifted slightly; a subtle, barely noticeable expression of discomfort. It was true that she'd seen much in her millenia-long lifetime, but this made her stomach churn. On that wall was a dark, vaguely pony-shaped stain. The remains of a changeling that was unfortunately caught between the expanding barrier and that wall. She sighed. Even with all the pain and destruction these beasts inflicted upon Canterlot, she couldn't help but pity this one. Being crushed to death is a horrible way to die; but at the very least, it was quick.
She turned away and looked over the guards that were gathered nearby. From what she understood, they were the last pocket of resistance in the heart of the city. Any that weren't resting were tending to the wounded, as did the emergency ponies and field medics. Only moments ago did she designate this area as a field hospital, in order to ease the sudden influx of patients. If Celestia had the expertise, she would be healing these heroes herself. The only other ponies around were those tasked with repairing the damaged buildings. It was fortunate that unicorn spells could so easily restore structures to their original state, so long as the damage wasn't too extensive. Earth ponies would help assemble the pieces on the ground, the pegasi would lift them to their proper place, and unicorns would use a spell to meld them to the main structure. The process was quick and easy. A melding spell on its own was easy for Celestia, but the sort of melding required and how much was needed required experience and technique, something that she unfortunately lacked. In the end, it'd be wise to leave it to ponies who knew what they were doing. But that didn't mean the work would be slow. In a couple days, it'll be like the invasion never happened. But hearts and minds were not so easily healed. Celestia had a feeling that even when things were seemingly returned to normal, this day will cast a shadow in their memories for the years, perhaps even decades, to come.
A shadow passed over her. Celestia looked up and saw her sister, Luna, flying above. She was out in the city for the same reason Celestia was, to assess the damage done to Canterlot. A small part of her beamed with pride. It was not long ago that she returned to Equestria, yet she'd taken up her royal duties as swiftly and naturally as if she was never absent for a thousand years. Another thing that never changed was her sleeping state. She was such a heavy sleeper that the invasion hadn't roused her at first. It wasn't until changelings began banging on her door that she had awoken and realized to her horror what was happening. Almost immediately after, the shield was restored and the battle won. Despite her relief, she was frustrated. The guards that were designated to awaken her as soon as danger was imminent were either neglectful of their duties or were taken out before they could perform them. Neither of them knew which was the case; both outcomes were tragic in different ways.
Considering Luna's fondness of sleep and her current deprivation of it, Celestia fully expected her to return to her bed as soon as her objectives were accomplished.
"Princess Celestia," a deep, gruff voice called out. Celestia turned and saw a guard approaching, bearing the markings of a high-ranking officer. He took off his helmet and bowed in reverence, revealing a mustard yellow coat of fur and dirt brown mane, with a small streak of grey around his temples.
"Commander Poppinfresh," she acknowledged. "Have you completed your survey already?"
"Not quite, Your Majesty, but we are close. My vigil and I pride ourselves on efficiency. I'm pleased to confirm that there are no living changelings remaining within the castle. We are nearly finished with the commercial district, but the same conclusion is almost certain."
"Good work, thank you. Once that's done, proceed immediately to the residential quarter."
"Is there no word from Commander Firebrand?"
"Not yet. I can only hope it's because his hooves are tied at the moment."
"As do I, of course, though if I may be so bold, Your Majesty, I would not discount negligence. Firebrand is rather young for such a high rank, and quite brash. 'Reckless abandon' is a phrase that suits him."
Celestia didn't allow any emotion to show, but underneath, she was irritated. Was now really the time for such criticism? "I'll take your words under advisement."
"Once the survey is complete," he said, "shall I ring the all-clear signal?"
Celestia shook her head. "No. Not until the changelings are...cleaned up." She looked once more upon the poor creature, as a pair of earth ponies were attempting to pry it off with crowbars. The squishing and cracking sound drained the color from her face. "No pony should have to see such grisly sights. Not if it can be helped. As you go through the residential quarter, go door to door and assure the ponies that the battle is won, but a curfew is still in effect until further notice."
"Yes, Your Majesty. Before I go, though, may I inquire as to the health of the captain?"
Celestia smiled, slightly. "Shining Armor is fine. He's drained from the events of the day, but Princess Cadance is with him, and is helping to maintain the shield..."
"Your Highness!" a mare's desperate voice shouted from afar. "Your Highness!"
She looked up, past Poppinfresh, and gasped with horror, along with everypony else. It was Gilded Scintilla, a frequent guest of Canterlot Castle. Doctors and nurses that weren't tied up with their patients, along with a hoofful of other ponies, galloped up to the mare in a frenzy; because her legs and breast were spotted with blood.
Gilded furiously waved away a pair of doctors who were seeking her injury. "No, no, no, the blood isn't mine. It's his! Please, you must help him."
Celestia approached her, alarmed but calm. "Where is this wounded pony?"
"By my house. I'll show you."
She turned to the doctors beside her. "Grab a stretcher and follow me, quickly. Carry on, Commander," she said to Poppinfresh.
If all that blood came from one pony, then this one was hurt far worse than the others. She should give this one her personal attention. She was driven primarily by duty, but in the back of her mind, she also knew that her presence would mean the world to Gilded and the pony in question.
The mare took the lead, galloping as fast as she could. Celestia could easily keep up on her longer legs, so it was more of a brisk trot to her. The doctors were behind, levitating a stretcher with them, plus one nurse who overheard the conversation and volunteered her services.
"What's his condition?" Celestia asked.
"Horrible," Gilded said. "I think he's alive, but I almost...oh, please, let him live. If nothing else, he deserves that."
"I promise we'll do all we can for him."
Not a moment later did they arrive. Celestia noted in the back of her mind that a fierce battle was fought here, but she stayed focused on the wounded pony. She could not suppress a gasp when she saw him.
"Oh, no..."
"Horrible" was an understatement. The armor he'd been wearing was battered and beaten beyond repair. The helmet was torn off his head, lying a few feet away. The guard's body was broken, the bones shattered, his limbs now angled in wrong directions. Where there were no bruises or swelling, there were instead gashes, deep and oozing. And below it all was a puddle of his own blood. Celestia did not have high hopes that this pony would make it, but either way, it was a blessing that he wasn't conscious at the moment.
She darted forward, speeding past Gilded and leaving the doctors and nurse behind her, kneeling before the guard. She surrounded him in her magic and she probed him, the closest thing to a medical spell she had. Upon doing so, and inspecting him closer, she thought she recognized him. A glance at the helmet, and the spotting of the purple dashes on the side, confirmed it.
This was Lieutenant Forest Evergreen.
Then her eyes trailed across the front yard, and her jaw dropped just slightly, looking out at the damage wrought by the battle. What was once a well maintained yard was now a charred wasteland, the dying embers of a fire imprisoned by the surrounding concrete and left with nothing else to burn. The only flames remaining licked the tips of the blackened trees, which looked ready to fall to ash. A layer of the ground was stripped away, debris cast haphazardly across the yard.
That powerful beam spell from before...it must've happened here. Celestia's eyes settled on Forest's face. But surely it couldn't have come from just one guard? A spell of that magnitude would require several unicorns most of the time, maybe a few if they were strong. For it to have come from one...
She stopped, eyes widening. The feeling of familiarity, but of a very different nature, crept up her spine.
"Have you found a heartbeat?" one of the doctors asked.
Celestia snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes. Yes, I am detecting a heartbeat, but it's faint. He's alive, but he needs treatment immediately. Take him to Meadowbrook Hospital right away."
"Of course, Your Highness."
She didn't take her eyes off his face. The longer she stared, the more certain she became. But just in case...
The doctors and nurse worked together to slide Forest onto the stretcher, then heaved him up. As they began briskly trotting, Celestia followed them and reached out with her levitation magic, carefully prying open one of Forest's eyes.
A match. The color drained in her face as an equal blend of horror and anxiety filled her being. She released her magic and slowed her pace, feeling as if she saw a ghost. Come to think of it, that was close to the mark.
It was him. It had to be.
"Princess Celestia," Gilded said, approaching and bowing before her. "That guard saved me and my children. He held off so many changelings, just long enough. The shield activated right as they broke into my home. Without him, we would surely have been killed. So please, promise me you'll do everything in your power to save him. I'm begging you."
Celestia glanced in the direction of the wounded pony. "He saved you? And your children?"
"Yes, he did. That pony's a hero, and he deserves to live, if nothing else."
"Yes. He truly does. I will personally ensure he has the best care in all Equestria. I cannot guarantee the outcome, but I promise the effort will be made." There were hesitations in the back of her mind, but if this mare's recount was accurate, then the situation she and Luna have placed themselves in just grew much more complicated. Subtlety and secrecy was now the best route. "Gilded, I'm curious as to what exactly happened here. Could you please tell me everything, from the beginning?"
There was a knock at the door. Firebrand sighed and stood up, leaving his bowl of oatmeal on the kitchen table. He really wasn't in the mood for company at the moment. Once the feeling of relief waned from winning the battle, the day turned hectic, stressful, and depressing. Now that it was finally ending, the sun just dipping below the horizon, all he wanted was some time to relax and reflect. And then promptly forget about today for the evening.
Deciding that he would say he's not in the mood for company for tonight, the words on his tongue died when he opened the door. "South," Firebrand said, surprised. This was the first time she came knocking on the door to his home. And judging from the fact that she wore her newly repaired and polished armor, this was not a social call.
"Hey, Firebrand. Sorry to come knocking at this time, but I'm under orders from Princess Luna. You and I have been summoned. We're to proceed to the throne room as soon as possible."
"Really? Do you know what she wants?"
"No idea. She sounded pretty serious, though."
"I see." Firebrand sighed. No getting out of this one. "Okay, it's going to be a minute. I need to get my armor back on. Come on in, and excuse the mess. I wasn't expecting company."
South stepped inside and closed the door behind her, as Firebrand went into his bedroom. His home was perhaps a bit smaller than most houses in Canterlot, but it was ideal for one living by themself, as he did. He pulled the armor off the mannequin and began to fit it onto him.
He heard South click her tongue. "Yep. Definitely a bachelor pad."
Firebrand rolled his eyes. She was probably looking at the mail tossed haphazardly on the table, the dishes left unwashed in the sink, the jacket and a couple shirts hanging off the chairs, and laundry baskets left in the corner. "I do clean it," he called out, then mumbled, "occasionally."
"Well...I suppose all things considered, it's not that bad. But seriously, if it gets any worse, then I'll clean it."
Firebrand peeked around the corner. "You would actually do that?"
"If I have to. I'd rather not, of course, but if I must then I must. This place would probably be the cleanest it's been since you moved in!" South laughed.
Firebrand chuckled a little, but his smile faded. "Hey, South. I have to ask. Are you not mad?"
Her smile faded as well. "You mean about Forest?"
He nodded. It was one of many sights that day that would be seared into his memory forever, seeing Forest getting wrapped head to hoof in bandages and casts. Firebrand thought that he was set ablaze at first, but Forest's story was already beginning to spread amongst the doctors and nurses, and from them, he learned what happened. Truly chilling, in more ways than one; he was lucky to still be breathing. When asked how he was, one of the doctors simply said, "His heartbeat is steady for now, but he remains unconscious. Most likely, he's slipped into a coma. I won't lie, there's a lot that can go wrong here. I suggest you prepare for the worst." But judging from how earnest, desperate, and quick they were while treating him, they certainly believed there was a fighting chance.
"Of course I'm angry," South said. "One of my friends was beaten to an inch of his life. If I were younger and dumber, I would've gone chasing after those changelings, even after they were cast out of Canterlot. For the damage and pain they caused, they've yet to pay their debts. But deep down, I know that time will come. There's no way the princesses will just let them attack again."
"So it's only the changelings you're mad at? Nothing else?"
"Yeah." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Why?"
Firebrand sighed as he came around the corner, now fully armored. "A small part of me thought that you might blame me."
South's mouth clamped shut as she looked away. "Blame you? No, I wouldn't go that far, though I was frustrated, and a little shocked. During the battle, you seemed so cold and even uncaring. But in the heat of the moment, I forgot that that is what's required of officers in warfare. To protect the innocent and minimize casualties, sacrifices must be made. The unchangeable, and most fundamental, rule when it comes to battle is that beasts die."
"Yeah. In the aftermath of the battle, I often wondered if I'd done things differently, then maybe there'd be fewer casualties. But there could just as easily have been more, so I decided there's no use worrying about it. Now it's up to historians, tacticians, and maybe just critics in general to decide whether I made the right calls or not. In the end, all one can do about the dead is pray for them, as they return to the Ether."
South nodded, solemnly.
"So that basically means we're good, right?" Firebrand asked.
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry about the tangent. Yeah, we're okay."
"It's all good. We should get moving."
"Definitely."
Canterlot was quiet, at least by its own standards. While some ponies were out and about, enjoying the lively night life, it was not quite so lively tonight. Firebrand shouldn't be surprised. It was only natural that many ponies would still be shaken by the invasion. Even the castle seemed barren, giving off this eerie feeling, as if nopony should be there that night. It was hard to believe that Captain Shining Armor's wedding and reception ended barely an hour ago. If there hadn't been a head count earlier that afternoon, Firebrand might've thought they lost more guards than he first imagined.
As the two of them approached the throne room, he looked out upon Canterlot. The multitude of domes and spires bathed in the glow of the city and reflected the moonlight that shone down upon it. It truly was a beacon, the crown jewel of Equestria's crown. Befitting for the seat of power, it was perched on Canterlot Mount in the very center of the land. When Firebrand learned that there was no detectable magic holding the majority of the city to the side of the mountain, he wondered aloud how it could possibly remain stable on structural integrity alone. Somepony, he couldn't remember who, suggested that perhaps there was another kind of magic at work, something they weren't able to detect. Firebrand doubted that, but that would mean the city's stability was entirely reliant on its underlying structure and somehow, it stayed in place. But then, Canterlot has stood strong for over a thousand years. If it wasn't stable, it would've fallen down the cliff centuries ago.
"Commander Firebrand and Lieutenant South Gale," the guard before the throne room said, "the princess has been expecting you. You are to be admitted immediately."
"Do you know what's going on?" Firebrand asked.
The guard shook his head. "We were told nothing, though it seems to be urgent, considering that we dispensed with the usual formalities."
He nodded. That was a good point. Under most circumstances, the princess would be dealing with a myriad of issues and disputes, so much so that it was hard to say what the summoned ponies would walk into, so the guard would step in first to make sure there was nothing sensitive or confidential at work. The fact that the two of them were allowed in from the start meant that Princess Luna had cleared her schedule specifically for them. Whatever the reason, she must've felt this was of the utmost importance.
The heavy doors parted, revealing the grand throne room of Canterlot Castle. It was a large hall with a towering ceiling, sculpted with the finest marble, and enchanted to give off a soft glow, negating the need for torches at night. A plush red carpet ran all the way from the doors straight to the throne, which sat upon a raised dias, which was fashioned from pure gold. From the bottom step was a pair of fountains, one on each side of the steps, whose water would briefly pool on the floor before flowing down the drain, and sent the calm and serene trickle of water echoing throughout the hall. Upon the walls were massive stained-glass windows, and those that weren't ornately decorated with sun and moon designs and patterns depicted recent events in Equestria's history. One was of the Diamond Dog Rebellion, where Princess Cadance as little more than a filly stood against an army of diamond dogs, each bearing a burning torch in their paws. Another, more recent addition, was of the bearers using the Elements of Harmony on Nightmare Moon, returning her to normal as Princess Luna.
Firebrand had seen the throne room countless times, so the awe and wonder he once felt has waned quite a bit. What did catch him by surprise, however, was that Princess Luna was not sitting upon the throne. Rather, she was sitting before the stain glass window of Nightmare Moon when the doors opened. As they closed, she began making her way towards them, her expression pleasant, but serious. Her cerulean coat was well brushed, and the moon-crested gorget gleamed in the moonlight, finely polished. Luna wasn't quite as tall as Celestia, but she was still taller than the average unicorn. A thousand-year banishment did nothing to harm her poise. When focused, she radiated a regal and commanding presence that rivaled Celestia at her best, beautiful and indomitable. Though, much like Celestia, she did show a more mischievous side in a casual setting, or so he heard. Also like her sister, her mane continuously flowed as if it were eternally submerged, with the night sky, stars, and constellations fastened within, constantly moving and flowing with it. Firebrand once heard a rumor that the night sky in Luna's mane was a real-time depiction of the night sky that could be seen even during the day, but he didn't know how true that was. Though Luna was known as the Princess of the Moon, it was more accurate to describe her as the Princess of the Night.
Both Firebrand and South Gale bowed before their ruler.
"Commander Firebrand and Lieutenant South Gale, I presume?" Luna asked as she approached.
"We are, Your Majesty," Firebrand said, as they raised themselves up.
"Excellent. You have my thanks for coming on such short notice, especially at this time of night. There is much that needs to be discussed." She then looked over their heads and addressed the guards near the door. "The two of you may step out. Do not allow any ponies inside until both Firebrand and South leave."
They acknowledged, then obeyed. Once the doors boomed shut, Luna took a deep breath.
"Now, I understand you're both possibly quite exhausted and wish to go back to your rest, so I will skip the formalities. There are two matters that I wish to discuss with both of you, though for the first, it's mostly with you, Commander," she said, turning to Firebrand.
He blinked, nervous, but he couldn't exactly say why. He refused to look away from her eyes, though. "Something serious, I take it?"
"Very serious, but I'm sure you'll find it delightful," she said, smiling. "Captain Shining Armor has had a private discussion with Princesses Celestia and Cadance, myself, and his sister, Twilight Sparkle. On the morrow, he will announce his retirement as captain, as he takes on new duties as Prince Consort."
"Wait...he's retiring?" South asked.
Firebrand barely heard her. His mouth fell open as excitement began coursing through his body, almost feeling like adrenaline. No way. This wasn't why...? Did they already choose?
Luna noticed Firebrand's enthusiasm and her smile widened. "That means that the position for captain shall soon be vacant. Celestia, Cadance, and I have discussed the matter at length and we came to an agreement. Considering your performance today while under such extreme circumstances, as well as how you acted with what you knew in the moment, the choice became clear." She laughed at Firebrand's expression. "Yes, we have chosen you."
"YES!!!" Firebrand shouted as he leapt into the air. "I did it! I did it! I became a captain!"
"Firebrand!" South shouted, half-hugging, half-tackling him. "That's incredible! It's amazing! I'm so happy for you!"
"Poppinfresh is going to be so jealous!" And then he stopped. Poppinfresh really was going to be jealous, since the princesses did not select him for the promotion.
All the while, Luna was grinning. "It seems I don't need to ask if you accept the position. Very good! Rehearsals shall begin tomorrow morning, while the retirement announcement and promotion ceremony will be that evening. There is no need to worry about the time. Once the rehearsal is ready to begin, you will be summoned during your usual shift. Then Celestia will call for a meeting for the ceremony.
"Congratulations, Captain."
He inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to calm himself down. He let himself get a little too excited in front of a princess. "Captain Firebrand. I like the sound of that."
"Of course," Luna said, "that also leaves the position of commander open. Before I say anything else, we have not decided who should receive the promotion. But Lieutenant," she said, turning to South, "we've also learnt of your actions and skill in battle during the invasion and we're very impressed. You would certainly be a strong candidate. Even if we ultimately choose a different pony for the promotion, there's no doubt in my mind that you would make a fine commander."
South's smile grew wider and wider as Luna spoke, until it looked ready to leap off her face, which was turning scarlet. She bowed in reverence. "Your words mean the world to me, Your Highness. Thank you."
"If I may, princess," Firebrand said, stepping forward. "South deserves all the commendations she's received. In fact, I can say for certain she saved my life. But I also ask that you take Lieutenant Forest Evergreen into consideration for the promotion...if he survives," he added melancholically.
Luna's smile faded almost instantly. "Lieutenant Forest?"
Firebrand's brow furrowed as he tilted his head in confusion. "Yeah... Is there a problem?"
Her eyes shifted away, herself seemingly confused as well. It was almost as if she was having trouble processing what he said. Firebrand and South exchanged glances. They were thinking the same thing.
"Princess?" South pressed gently.
She shook herself from her thoughts, as if she awakened abruptly. "No, they must know," she muttered under her breath, then spoke louder. "I suppose the doctors haven't gotten word to either of you yet. The lieutenant will be in a coma for quite some time, but unless something goes wrong, he will live."
If they'd heard any other way, they'd be celebrating. But Luna's voice was darkly serious. She didn't sound happy at all. Firebrand felt the embers of anger within him building, and emotional barriers were building up in heart and mind. He can already tell he wasn't going to like what was coming. He kept his voice calm.
"That's good news, isn't it? That one of our Royal Guards is going to live after suffering many severe wounds?"
Luna glanced around, as if suspecting somepony might be there, eavesdropping. She waved the two of them closer, then whispered, "What I am about to ask cannot leave this room. Not even a single mention. Do I have your word?" Such gravity in her voice.
South nodded. "You have my word."
Luna turned to Firebrand. "And yours?" He hesitated. Something was very wrong about all this. "If I cannot have your word, then you may go. I will speak with South privately."
"That..." He gulped. "That will not be necessary. You have my word as well."
"Very good. Then this brings us to our second order of business. What do you know of Forest Evergreen?"
Forest? All this secrecy, and it's just about Forest? Maybe it wasn't as serious as he first thought.
"Besides the fact that he's a hero," Firebrand said, "he...well, he's a hard worker, very reliable. I can't even remember the last time he took a sick day. He keeps up with his daily drills and training, much more so than most guards. He's one of very few unicorns that doesn't use magic in combat, instead focusing on hoof-to-hoof techniques."
Luna raised her eyebrows in surprise. "He does not use magic in combat?"
"No, he doesn't."
"Interesting. Please continue."
"As for his personality, he's...sometimes abrasive, but pleasant enough, I guess?" It suddenly dawned on him how little he knew about Forest, despite serving by his side for years. "I don't know. South can tell you more, she's known him longer."
"Not by much," she said.
"How long have you known him?" Luna asked.
"A little over six years. But honestly, there's not much I can say. I've tried repeatedly to get him to open up, but he just won't budge. I know nothing about his life before we met. But what I do know is that there's a quiet kindness to him. He's pretty blunt, which can hurt from time to time, but when he realizes his words stung, he is quick to apologize. In fact, he can be very sweet at times. He doesn't let ponies get close, though. I think it's because...well, I suspect he went through something traumatizing. I was in a bad spot, but his was worse. The Royal Guard helped me out of it, but...I'm not so sure about Forest. Why are you asking about him?"
Luna opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She clamped her jaw shut, shaking her head, then opened it once more. "The truth is..." She stopped and sighed, taking a few steps toward the throne as she gathered her thoughts. Before long, she nodded, then turned back to them. "Alright. This will come as a shock, especially in light of recent events. I will try to be as tactful as possible. Celestia and I believe that Forest's loyalty to Equestria isn't...sincere."
Firebrand had difficulty comprehending what she said. Did he hear that right? He turned to South and realized she was just as lost. Luna noticed their confusion.
"We believe him to be a traitor."
"Wh—what?" South asked.
"Traitor?" Firebrand muttered. "You've got to be joking."
Luna raised an eyebrow. "Do you really believe I would joke about such a thing?"
"But...how? Why? What evidence do you have?"
"I cannot say at the moment. Just know that neither Celestia nor I would be investigating without just cause."
The fire in Firebrand's heart was burning hotter. "'Just cause?' What cause is that? The same pony you're talking about faced down dozens of changelings at once to defend Canterlot. To defend Equestria!"
"That may have been subterfuge."
"Subterfuge?! Those wounds he suffered were real. He was very nearly killed, defending innocent ponies from what would certainly have been their death. He put his life on the line to defend our nation, to defend the diarchy, to defend you! Or is that not good enough for you?!"
Firebrand regretted those words as soon as they came out.
Luna fixed him with a glare, cold anger in her eyes. She approached him with her jaw very tight, towering over him. He didn't realize exactly how much taller Luna was until this moment. She spoke with a low and dangerous voice. "Watch your tone, Captain. Celestia may tolerate insubordination if she wishes, but I will not. Are we clear?"
Firebrand lowered his head, cursing his hot head. "You're... You're right. I'm sorry, Your Highness. That was out of line."
There was silence, until finally he heard a sigh. "You are forgiven. I can see why all this has upset you. Yes, the commander's heroics today belies the evidence we have. That's why Celestia and I are conducting this investigation in the first place, to discern the truth with our own eyes. And what we've found is questionable, at the very least."
Luna took a couple steps back and activated her magic. A file materialized before her, and she opened it with her magic.
"You both should see this."
Firebrand took it in his own levitation magic and opened it, with South leaning in to read it; Luna studied their expressions closely. There was a simple photo of the pony in question, with several aspects and worthy notes listed, including physical descriptions, duty stations and assignments, training, qualifications, and date that the record was created.
"Forest's personnel file," Firebrand said.
"Look under 'Magic Potential.'"
He traced his hoof down to where it was listed. "It was rated below average."
"Yeah," South said. "His magic isn't very strong, so it's not suited for battle. That's why he doesn't use it in the first place."
Luna exhaled deeply. "So neither of you know. Even after six years."
She sat down upon the floor, shifting into a comfortable position. South followed suit, and Firebrand soon after.
"There is something you must know," Luna said. "You might have seen a great red beam that cut through the sky just a few minutes before the shield activated. Celestia saw it while she was captured by the changeling queen."
"A beam of that power," South said, "would require the combined might of multiple unicorns. But I'm guessing that's not the case here, is it?"
Luna shook her head. "No. A witness confirmed that it came from Forest, and Forest alone. Every pony undergoes rigorous testing of abilities during training, so Forest knowingly falsified the record. Having strong magic in and of itself is not an evil. In fact, in these uncertain times, that is exactly what we need. But why choose to hide it instead, even from his closest friends? With the likelihood of treachery, this secret of his is most suspicious. I tell you this so that you understand the gravity of the situation, insomuch as I can say at present. So I will ask again. What do you know of Forest Evergreen?"
South took a moment to compose her thoughts, then she spoke, the emotional toll of the conversation wearing down her voice, but her eyes were filled with determination. "I've known him for a long time, and not once did he ever indicate that his loyalty wavered. Not a single sign. Yes, he's full of secrets, but I promise that he's not a bad pony."
"I second that," Firebrand said. "Though I would also add that Forest's daily routine is heavily accounted for. The closest thing to privacy he has is the barracks, and there are still several ponies around him. If there was anything strange going on, believe me, I would've heard about it. I don't know why you think he's a traitor, but I guarantee that your evidence is unfounded."
"If only we could dismiss it so easily," Luna muttered. "But thank you for your insight. There may come a time when we need to ask more questions, so be prepared. In the meantime, carry on as if this conversation never happened. When Forest eventually awakens, continue to be his friend. Be there for him. But do not, under any circumstances, tell him about the investigation. And I would also remind you that you gave your word never to speak of this outside this room. Until you are explicitly told otherwise, you will hold to it. Understood?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," the two ponies said.
"Good. Then you may go. Return to your homes and get some sleep. Many ponies will have nightmares tonight, so I must tend to the dreamscapes. If either of you are troubled, I will aid you. Otherwise, I bid you good night."
Firebrand and South bowed and bade her good night as well. Without another word, Luna walked out of the throne room. The doors shut once more, yet curiously, the guards did not return. They walked towards the door.
"'Traitor,'" Firebrand said, shaking his head. "Unbelievable."
"Literally," South said. "Let the princesses do what they want. They'll find nothing and realize it was all pointless. Then we all forget this ever happened." South stopped. Firebrand paused beside her. "Even if it is weird that he never once showed his true magical potential. Not even to me."
"Yeah. If he revealed it from the start, he could've excelled in the guard like no other. Even more so than he will today. After today..." Firebrand shook his head, the anger within rising once more. "No. After what he's gone through, what he's going through, he deserves to know the truth. When he awakens, I'll tell him the princesses are investigating him."
"What? Firebrand, that's..."
"He deserves at least that much."
South darted in front of him before he could storm out of the room. She held her hoof out, stopping him in his tracks. "No, stop. Think about it for a second, Firebrand. Luna gave both of us a direct order not to tell him."
"And you don't think that's strange? When you have a prime suspect in a case, you would question them directly, wouldn't you? If they're telling us not to tell him, that means they don't plan on interrogating him directly. Now, how strange is that? No, he should know what's going on."
"I mean...you do have a point, but they must have their reasons. You also have to think about your situation right now. You were just promoted to captain, and the first thing you did was insult one of the princesses. Not a great first start. If you disobeyed an order on a whim, you may be demoted back to commander. And what if...? No, I don't believe this for a second, but what if...what if there's the slightest chance that the princesses' suspicions are correct? If you interfere, not only could you be demoted, but you might be discharged, even imprisoned, for aiding and abetting a traitor. You would lose everything. Is telling Forest worth the risk?"
Firebrand didn't say anything, but he listened to every word she said. He licked his lips, and sighed deeply. "I hate this. I hate all of this."
South lowered her foreleg to the floor. "Me, too. I'm going to go home, and sleep on it. I think you should do the same."
Firebrand and South departed the throne room, and it wasn't until then that the guards returned to their posts within. They bade each other good night at the gate and took their separate paths home. Firebrand was deep in thought. The mystery of Forest's power and where he came from... The Royal Sisters accusing him of treason, yet refusing to explain why... With these strange circumstances, combined with the dead quiet of Canterlot's streets, he couldn't help but feel this was an ill omen.
He didn't know what he would do when Forest awakened. Perhaps he wouldn't know until the moment comes, and would have to rely on his instincts. Whether there will be consequences or not will be left to Destiny, the Will of the Ether.
