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A Soldier in Silver Chapter 13
His head hurt. He was so very hungry. The last thing he remembered was Swordread asking him if he was okay. Then there was nothing but blackness. Until now. Now he could feel the light. Feel it because it pierced his brain, like tiny splinters of glass slipping past his shut eyelid and stabbing into his brain. Destrier cursed loudly and shifted away from the window, slowly opening his one good eye.
“Good Morning to you too, Mister Sunshine.” He knew that voice too well. The red pony groaned.
“Why are you still here?” Destrier grumbled as he buried his head under the covers, “You have your prisoner, go home.”
“Is that any way to talk to your big brother?” snickered Swordread with a cheeky smile. “Besides Dad said that I have to get all the eyewitness testimony and that includes you, Red. We have to a good case against this pony. Not that we don’t have a good enough case to begin with, but we need your tes
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It was definitely Honey. Her mane was longer than he remembered, but it was her. From her pretty brown eyes to the swath of white on her right foreleg, it was her. Destrier stared down at her, shocked to see her again. She was looking up at him with curiosity, and slightly tilted her head to the left as she gazed at him but he was pretty certain that she didn’t recognize him.
He knew that he looked different, what with his disfigurement and the fact that he wasn’t in the highly polished golden armor that the Royal Guard wore on special occasions like the Grand Galloping Gala.
Maybe it was better this way.
“How can I help you Gentlecolts today?” she asked, her soft twang inflecting her words. Of course she would have noticed Charger and Eaglewing standing behind him. Yet neither of them spoke up. How typical this was becomin
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"This might be as easy as finding a needle in a haystack," Destrier grumbled, mostly to himself. From the way it sounded, Charger had been fairly young when his family had moved from Ponyville to Canterlot, and one never knew if this Wildflower's family had done the same, perhaps following the settlers to Dodge.
"I remember that Wildflower's mom had a florist shop in the town square," Charger said as Eaglewing appeared, the Pegasus landing with little impact near the gray unicorn. Immediately he began to speak.
"I didn't see any florist shops, but I wasn't looking for them either. There was a cart near the fountain not far from here. There was a really cute mare selling flowers. By the way did you notice all the mares? I did! Fillies and mares by the dozen! I think I'm going to like it here!"
Destrier sighed and walked on ahead of the duo who was chatting cheerfully about the sheer amount of females in the village. It wasn't as though Destrier himself wasn't interested in fem
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All of the Royal Guard was well aware of Elements of Harmony and the six chosen ponies that could wield their power. Most knew that the chosen six lived in Ponyville. Only a few knew exactly which of the mares in that village the chosen ones were. Of course the Shieldons knew. The Captain of Princess Celestia’s personal guard would know much more that the average guard pony would not. Destrier was only in the know because he was a personal friend of the Shieldons.
“If that is a covert mission you are asking me to take on, I think I should remind you that I am retired,” Destrier said with amusement.
“Mission? Who said anything about a mission?” Lanceor said, and Destrier knew that it was exactly that. “I am just saying that having a retired guard pony there that I can trust would be an ideal situation. The chosen ones need not know that you are watching over them at all.”
“I should get going then. Would you like me send a monthly
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My business isn’t here in the city,” Destrier put in. “I never said it was. I need to see some friends but not here, they are at the station.”
The station was better known as Tangmare Air Station. It was on the other side of the mountain from Canterlot, yet not too far away from the city. Several of the pegasi guard pony squadrons were based out of there. Not all, but several. Maneuvers were often held there for new trainees, given the location of the base.
The journey to the station was relatively uneventful, unless one counted the near relentless chatter from Eaglewing. The colt liked to talk and didn’t seem to want to quit. Charger was an interested ear and responded to his friend’s conversation with much enthusiasm. This was not the case with the younger unicorn’s former commanding officer. Try as he might, Eaglewing couldn’t get Destrier to respond to his queries with anything more than a “yes”, “no”
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His things packed, the scarlet stallion led his new found companion out of the Academy building. There was a slight nip of fall in the air, the season having changed mere days ago. Once outside of the gates, both ponies’ manes fell, finally released from the magic that held them upright and stiff as a brush since they both joined the Guard. The helmets that the guards wore had the same spell upon them, so that when they travelled outside of the main Academy and Base, they would still look like the pony centurions they really were.
Destrier saw a glimpse of himself in the glass display of a sweet shop, his forelock had fallen over his missing right eye. He looked like someone who spent their time hanging out at street corner café’s wearing a dirty beret and reciting terrible poetry about gold fish. Charger looked almost girly. They both seriously needed a haircut and fast. It was a good thing that the Buzzcut’s mane clipper sh
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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