SAPR: Volume 2

Chapter 99 - A Gift of Magic
A Gift of Magic​



Sunset kept one hand in her pocket, fingertips tapping the phial that she had concealed there, as she knocked on the door to Team RSPT's dorm room.

There was a pause, before the door was opened by Rainbow Dash.

Sunset's mouth opened to speak – to ask if Twilight was there, or if not, then where she was – but the words did not emerge. She was, she confessed, taken aback by the look of fury on Rainbow's face, the way that her mouth was twisted with anger, the way her teeth were bared, the way her magenta eyes burned like boiling blood. It was not an expression that Sunset saw often and not one she really wished to see directed at her.

Certainly not when she couldn't think why Rainbow would look this way.

She found herself fighting the urge to take a step backwards. "Uh, hey there, Rainbow Dash," she said, trying to inject some lightness into her voice. "Is Twilight around?"

Rainbow Dash didn't reply, although the snarl on her face became even more pronounced.

Sunset produced her hand from her pocket and held up both her hands a little. "Okay, why do you look as though you want to kill me?"

Rainbow stepped back, gesturing with one hand, much as she would have gestured with a gun to move a prisoner along.

Sunset was not altogether sure that going in there was wise, in much the same way that a sensible fly might question the wisdom of getting too close to a spider's web, but… well, it was Rainbow Dash; she wasn't actually going to murder her, even if she looked as though she might want to.

Plus, Sunset could fight her off if it came to it.

And in any case, if she was going through something serious, it was better for Sunset to find out about it now rather than when the mission was underway tomorrow.

And so, she stepped inside, tail curling up around her legs, and tried not to flinch at how heavily Rainbow slammed the door behind her.

The room was empty. "I see Twilight isn't here, then," Sunset murmured, as much to herself as to Rainbow. She kept her hands up as she turned around to face Rainbow Dash once again. "You want to tell me what this is about?"

Rainbow glared at her for a moment, her chest rising and falling, before she managed to growl out the words, "Cinder's got Fluttershy, and Applejack."

Sunset stared right back at Rainbow for a moment. "Are you… what do you mean she's got Fluttershy and Applejack?"

"What the hell do you think I mean?!" Rainbow yelled. "She's got 'em! She found them, and she took them, and she's got them trapped in Mountain Glenn with her!"

Sunset's mouth hung open, forming an O. Her ears drooped down onto the top of her head. Cinder… it must have been an accident. No, not an accident, that wasn't the right word, a fluke. It must have been a fluke for her to have stumbled across them, out in the wild lands between Vale and Mountain Glenn. A wicked coincidence. A terrible misfortune. Plain rotten luck. "How… how do you know?"

"She called," Rainbow snarled. "Cinder called to let us know. She wanted to make sure that we were coming to Mountain Glenn."

Sunset winced. "I…" She trailed off. She would have liked to say that she hadn't thought Cinder capable of such a thing, but… that wasn't really true, not after last night. It would have surprised Sunset to learn it, not too long ago: to learn that Cinder was capable of kidnapping the friends of her enemies and holding them hostage. Not too long ago she would have recoiled from admitting that Cinder could do such a thing. If Jaune had suggested it…

But now that Sunset had seen inside of Cinder's soul, now that she knew that Cinder had set fire to her stepmother's house with her stepmother and stepsister inside, now that she knew who Cinder served… it was no longer as surprising as she would have liked it to be.

Equestrian literature had very little concept of the noble adversary; in the Equestrian storytelling tradition, if an enemy had redeeming features, then they were not likely to remain an enemy very long. Those who were flawed or misguided but basically good were redeemed by the friendship of some pure-hearted hero, while those who remained enemies were black-hearted rogues without a single virtue amongst them. Sunset had found it both comforting – no matter how bad you became, so long as you weren't a literal monster, then you could become a hero – and alienating – if you weren't a hero, then by the same token you had, almost by default, to be a monster – by turns.

The idea of an enemy who remained your enemy and yet possessed much in them that was admirable and good, that was something that Sunset had only really discovered when she came to Remnant. In particular, it existed in the Mistralian epic tradition, the generous princely foeman exemplified by Sakura of Kuchinashi, who had released all of her captives without a ransom.

She had hoped – a fool's hope, perhaps, but nevertheless – that Cinder, born of Mistral, aware of its traditions if not steeped in them, might live up to that particular ideal. Sunset had hoped that the chip on Cinder's shoulder with regard to the Mistralian high society and the arrogance of their elite might drive her to show that she could demonstrate their virtues as well as any of them.

She had hoped that, despite the fact that she was serving a monster out to kill everyone, Cinder might rise above the unfortunate circumstances of their opposition and be someone whom Sunset could, if not call friend, then at least be glad to face across these shadowy battle lines.

Someone whom Sunset could then work to redeem, as heroes so often did in the Equestrian tradition when their enemies were capable of being redeemed.

But now… Sunset mentally confessed herself to be disappointed. It was one thing to know that Cinder had done terrible things, but when Cinder's own emotions filled her, those things had seemed quite justified, and in any case, they had been done some time ago to people Sunset didn't know except through Cinder's highly charged memories. It was another thing to do terrible things now, and to people Sunset knew, if only slightly.

To people that her friends knew a great deal more than slightly.

Sunset's tail drooped to the floor as she was filled with a great hollow sadness. Why, Cinder? Why are you doing this? I already told you I'd come to Mountain Glenn; was that not enough?

"Rainbow," Sunset said. "I… I'm sorry."

Rainbow Dash stared at her. "You… you're sorry!?" she yelled, drawing back her fist.

Sunset didn't have time to react before the blow caught her on the jaw, sending her spinning round and crashing into the far wall. As her cheek throbbed in pain, despite the dulling effect of her somewhat dented aura, Sunset told herself that she wouldn't have done anything even if she had been able to react.

She stood where she was, hands pressed against the wall, leaning against it by one shoulder, taking a breath or two. Slowly, she straightened up and faced Rainbow Dash once again. "Did that make you feel better?"

"No," Rainbow grunted.

Sunset nodded. "We can keep going, if it will help." Her aura could take a few more hits, even from Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow glared at her, and for a moment, Sunset expected to be rebuked for daring to pity Dash, but then Rainbow took a step forward, fist cocked back to swing at her again.

Except this second punch didn't land. As she advanced, Rainbow's legs gave way beneath her, arms flailing a little so that she didn't hit Sunset, but rather collapsed into Sunset's arms as Sunset stepped forward to catch her. Her hands closed around Rainbow's arms just below the shoulders, and she pulled the Ace of Canterlot forward so that her head was pressed against Sunset's chest, her cheek against Sunset's purple top, her hair tickling Sunset's chin as Sunset adjusted her grip to embrace her.

"I really am sorry," she murmured, her arms enveloping her fellow leader.

Rainbow's body shuddered in Sunset's embrace, wracked by what might have been a sob. "I should have-"

"What?" Sunset demanded. "Teleported? I can't get that far in a single move; you sure as anything can't."

"I should have stopped her!" Rainbow insisted, looking up into Sunset's eyes. Her own magenta eyes were filled with tears. "Up in the tower, if I'd been able to beat her, if I'd been stronger-"

"Then all our problems would be over, sure," Sunset conceded, albeit in a tone that was hardly conciliatory. "You could say the same about me, if I'd been able to beat her down on the ground, if I hadn't been distracted by my semblance, then this wouldn't be happening right now. But you saved Twilight. You probably saved the CCT. You didn't fail last night; none of us did."

"That doesn't exactly help Applejack or Fluttershy, does it?" Rainbow muttered.

"No, I don't suppose it does," Sunset replied as she sat Rainbow down on the nearest bed. "But we're going to get them back. You and me."

Rainbow frowned. "What makes you so sure?"

"Because it's you and me!" Sunset exclaimed. "The Ace of Canterlot and a girl so amazing that no mere nickname can encompass the magnitude of my awesomeness." She grinned. "We have done incredible things, you and I. We have put Adam Taurus, the Sword of the Faunus, to flight in terror of our strength; we have captured Roman Torchwick; you did what no other pilot would dare to do and flew through a whole flock of nevermores to rescue the rest of us."

"Our teams were with us all those times," Rainbow pointed out.

"And they'll be with us again tomorrow!" Sunset declared. "Pyrrha Nikos, Blake Belladonna, how can we despair when such great names as these stand alongside us? Yes, Cinder is strong and cunning, and ruthless besides. Yes, she has escaped us both, bested us even, but we did not fight alongside all our teams then. We did not fight her with our full power. With the likes of our teammates fighting by our sides, have we not cause for hope? Have we not reason to be confident of success when we look at the things we have already done, the things that our teammates have done, the enemies that we have already encountered? We have a sound plan, although I suppose it will need a little alteration, now that we are on a rescue mission.

"When I said that I wasn't going to let anyone die on this mission, I meant it," Sunset added. "And that goes for your friends too." She paused. "Listen, I… I know that my relationship with Cinder makes me suspicious in your eyes, but I promise you that I will not, will never, put her ahead of their lives."

Rainbow was silent for a moment. "No?"

Sunset shook her head. "No."

"You never liked Applejack or Fluttershy," Rainbow pointed out.

"I didn't dislike them, except as much as I disliked everyone," Sunset replied. "But that's not the point. It doesn't matter what I think about either of them."

"If that's not the point, then what is?"

"I know what it's like to be completely defined by the handful of people who have your heart," Sunset said softly. "I know what it's like for them to be your world, emotionally speaking anyway. I get it, and I don't need to feel the same way about the same people to… to understand. I'm going to help you. Everyone is going to help you. But we need you to be at your best for this. Fluttershy and Applejack need you at your best." Sunset paused for a moment. "So are we going to get it?"

Rainbow did not respond straight away. She looked down at her knees before she looked back up at Sunset. But the anger, at least, was gone from her eyes as she looked at Sunset, and it stayed gone as she stood up, for all that her fists were clenched. She was not snarling now; rather, her jaw was set firmly, and her eyes were as hard as rubies.

"Yeah," she said, in a hoarse voice, "yeah, you've got it." She fell silent. "If I get the chance, I'm going to kill her. You know that, right?"

Sunset said nothing. She couldn't say what she was thinking, which was that she didn't want Cinder to die. She really did not wish it. She could come up with reasons for why it should not be so – this wasn't how they dealt with their enemies in Equestria; Princess Celestia and Equestrian Twilight had encouraged her to try and help – but the fact of the matter was that she just didn't want Cinder to die.

For all her faults, a world without Cinder in it would be a poorer place.

And yet Sunset could not save her, not now, not after what she had done.

At present, with things being how they stood, she could not even suggest it.

All she could say was, "I understand." Hopefully, Rainbow wouldn't demand anything stronger from her.

Rainbow nodded. "I get it too," she muttered. "But she's dangerous. You see that, right?"

I do. Maybe I always did, even if I pretended not to. Sunset nodded once again, without speaking.

"Twilight?" she asked softly.

"Right, Twilight, yeah," Rainbow muttered. "She's down in one of the workshops, doing… something."

"Does she know about…?"

"Yeah," Rainbow said at once. "That's why she's down in the workshops."

XxXxX​

Beacon had several workshops, mainly for weapons' maintenance and upgrades, but large enough and well-equipped enough to accommodate larger tasks.

As Sunset found, when she walked into Workshop B to find Twilight with an AK-200 battle droid laid out on the long workbench.

Twilight had removed one of its arms and was attaching in its place a black arm that Sunset vaguely recognised as belonging to the older generation of androids.

"Twilight," Sunset murmured as she stood in the doorway, wondering if Twilight Sparkle was going to take a swing at her as well.

Twilight said nothing for a moment. She kept on with her work as though Sunset hadn't spoken. When, at last, she spoke, the words that fell from her lips were nothing like Sunset had expected. "You know, I sometimes think that the AK-200 was a step back from the 130. Yes, the absence of an integrated weapons system gives greater versatility, but there's something about onboard weapons, don't you think? They can't get lost or stolen or knocked out of the hand in the same way. Not least because they are the hand."

"Twilight," Sunset said.

"Plus there's the fact that they were better armoured, too," Twilight added.

"If they were all that, why were they replaced?" Sunset asked.

"The new models look sleeker," Twilight replied, a dismissive note in her voice "They seem less threatening to civilians."

"That's not hard," Sunset opined.

"And, of course, they're more intelligent," Twilight said. "Of course, that hardly matters."

Sunset's eyebrows rose, for all that Twilight couldn't see it. "Intelligence doesn't matter?"

"Intelligence doesn't matter for this unit, because I'm going to remove his CPU and insert a drive containing Midnight," Twilight explained.

Sunset took a step into the workshop. "Who's Midnight?"

The flashing lights made Sunset aware of a little purple triangular tube sitting on the bench near the sleeping knight's head. It said, in a voice that sounded like a mechanically-distorted version of Twilight's voice. "Hello, Stirrer."

Sunset blinked. "Stirrer?"

"Stirrer," Midnight repeated. "One who stirs the pot, which is itself a colloquialism to refer to-"

"Midnight, that's enough for now," Twilight said quickly. She glanced over her shoulder at Sunset. "Midnight is my VI; she resides in my armour and provides me with tactical support. She's based on my brain patterns, combined with tactical analysis data from Atlesian historical records… but she seems to have developed a bit of her own personality."

"Or she's your personality from when you didn't like me," Sunset observed. "I take it that 'Stirrer' is a reference to-"

"To the time you tried to convince Rainbow Dash that Twilight was a racist and break up her friends," Midnight declared. "Very astute of you to make that obscure connection."

"She's more sarcastic than you are, as well," Sunset muttered. "So, you're going to put her into this knight?"

"Once I've made some additional physical upgrades to the body," Twilight confirmed.

"Rainbow Dash needs a wingman," Midnight said. "And I'll have a gun-arm."

Sunset pursed her lips together. "And this is because…"

Twilight hesitated. "You know?"

Sunset nodded. "Rainbow told me. She wasn't taking it too well." She stopped short of telling Twilight that she ought to be up there with Rainbow Dash instead of messing around down here. "What about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm keeping busy, as you can see," Twilight said swiftly. "Trying to, at least." She paused. "I can't go to Mountain Glenn in person and rescue Fluttershy and Applejack, but I can build a way for Midnight to go in my stead. And I know what you're going to say: Rainbow doesn't need a robot to help her because she's got Blake…" Twilight sighed. "Wonderful Blake."

Sunset's brow furrowed ever so slightly. "Is that… jealousy?"

"No!" Twilight said at once. "But maybe a little. I like Blake, don't get me wrong, and I understand what Rainbow sees in her, but… come on, who wouldn't be just a little jealous of Blake? She's… she's everything. Smart, strong, well-read-"

"Dense as a brick?" Sunset suggested. "I like Blake too, but let's not put her on a pedestal. Yes, she's a great huntress, and I'm glad she's going to be with us in Mountain Glenn, but I'd say the same about Pyrrha, and I wouldn't call her perfect either." She paused. "We're going to get them back."

Twilight pushed her glasses up her nose. "I know."

"You don't sound it," Sunset pointed out. "You and Rainbow… do I need to give an inspiring speech to you as well?"

"No," Twilight informed her. "After all, I won't be going into battle with you."

"Maybe I can give the speech to Midnight."

"Please don't," Midnight said.

Sunset sniffed. "Okay then," she muttered. She paused. "I… I'm sorry, about your friends. It's rotten luck."

"Tell me about it," Twilight said. "Fluttershy, it's… she was exploring the wildlife of Vale! Can you believe that?" She turned around, leaning on the workbench. "She just wanted to see all the living creatures-"

"'Wants.'"

"Pardon?"

"'Wants,' not 'wanted,'" Sunset said. "She's still around, and she's going to stay around for some time to come."

"Right, right, 'wants,'" Twilight said. "Although I'm not sure that she'll want anything but to get back to Atlas when you rescue her."

"Right," Sunset acknowledged. "Even so…"

"Even so, why did she have to get mixed up in this?"

"Why did either of them?"

"Applejack's a huntress," Twilight replied. "General Ironwood should have told her all about Salem instead of me."

"Applejack hasn't built a sassy computer version of her own mind," Sunset pointed out.

"Your appreciation of my genius will not make me like you any more," Midnight said.

"Yes, it would, except that I was appreciating Twilight's genius, not yours," Sunset told her. "As I suspect you knew already."

Twilight didn't respond to the banter. She reached up, as though she was about to run one hand through her purple hair, but pulled said hand back at the last moment. "What are you doing here, Sunset?" It was a question that was not asked as accusatively as it sounded; Twilight's voice was soft and small, and Sunset had to strain all four ears to make it out. She sounded more tired than upset.

"Well," Sunset answered, "I'm not sure how much it matters now, but…" She pulled the phial out of her pocket. It glowed with ethereal green light, pulsing with energy which swirled inside its sealed container. "Since… well, with everything going on, I wanted you to have this. I want to at least have the possibility of leaving a legacy if… well, not that anything will go wrong, but-"

"But Sunset Shimmer isn't as confident as she makes out to be," Twilight murmured.

"I will never admit to that," Sunset said. "The point is that this is magic. A little of my magic, for you to study."

Twilight's eyes widened behind her spectacles as she stared at the phial and its contents. The magic within was neither liquid nor gas but behaved a little like both of them, moving with the patterns of liquid and the ease of gas. Slowly, gently, Twilight reached out and plucked the phial from Sunset's unprotesting fingers.

"You… you were able to separate some of it out?"

"No, that's all my magic; that's how I do everything."

"Really?"

"No, of course not."

"Well, how am I supposed to know? I've never seen anything like this before!" Twilight pointed.

"Fair point," Sunset conceded, scratching the back of her head with one hand.

"I thought you weren't sure that you could separate any of your magic out?"

"I wasn't," Sunset said. "But I tried anyway, and I succeeded."

Twilight stared down at it, the phial in her hand with its contents of secrets. "You know," she murmured. "It's funny, if you'd given this to me just a little earlier, then I would have been jumping up and down in excitement at the very idea of it, but now… now there seem so many bigger things going on."

"The fact that you have bigger things to worry about means that you need the small things all the more," Sunset advised. "Trust me, if all you do is worry about the big things, they'll drive you mad. Everyone needs a small thing."

"Then what's yours?" Twilight demanded.

"Ruby," Sunset said smoothly. "She's very small, as you may have noticed."

Twilight's eyes narrowed. "You don't have anything, do you?"

"I have paranoia about Professor Ozpin, does that count?"

"I don't think it does."

"Okay then, you're right; I probably need a hobby," Sunset admitted. "Or a relationship. But the point is that you have one already: magic, studying it, searching for it, all that kind of stuff. Don't let it fall away. Not because it might turn out to be useful down the line, but because it's yours, and so long as you hold onto it, then Salem and all the rest haven't taken over your life. So hold onto that and study it when you get the chance."

Twilight held the phial up to her eye. "Is it finite, or will it regenerate?"

"I'm not honestly sure," Sunset admitted. "The closest parallel I can think of to this is magical artefacts, which do regenerate from the initial charge – for the most part. So… hopefully that will, but it isn't actually an artefact, so I can't be sure."

Twilight chuckled. "So it might break Conservation of Energy into pieces, or it might not. You can't be sure."

"Doesn't aura already break Conservation of Energy?" Sunset asked. "It comes back from who knows where?"

"That's certainly an attitude that has existed to aura," Twilight agreed. "That is unscientific and thus unknowable. But in recent years, especially in Atlas, there has started to be a backlash to that idea, and a number of scientists have attempted to ascertain where, in fact, the energy in aura comes from."

"Have they got anywhere?"

"One interesting theory I read by Potion Nova states that the energy of aura in fact comes from the body," Twilight explained. "That is, it's replenished by consuming calories the same way that we do when we run or jump. This is why, when our aura breaks, we suddenly become much slower and stiffer-"

"That's because aura makes us stronger and faster."

"Or do we only perceive that as being the case because the aura is consuming the energy that ought to go to the body itself?" Twilight asked. "It would explain why extreme cold drains aura in the same way that moving in the cold is harder than moving in moderate temperatures."

"I guess," Sunset murmured. "I have noticed that I feel tired when I use magic, so maybe that holds for that as well."

"Then how does it regenerate when it's separated from your body?"

"You're the one who wants to study it; you figure it out," Sunset said. "And then let me know the answer; I'm curious."

"We could study it together?" Twilight suggested. "It could be your little thing?"

"I'm not sure how it can be my little thing when you've got it in Atlas," Sunset replied. "But… while you're still at Beacon… sure, that might be fun."

Twilight looked down at the magical phial. A smile pricked at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Sunset," she said. "I… I needed this. Just not right now."

Sunset chuckled, "No," she agreed. "Not right now."

XxXxX​

Twilight spent the rest of the afternoon working on Midnight's body, modifying the AK-200 base from something that was, to be blunt, disposable by design to something that could better withstand the rigours of combat. In addition to replacing one arm with the modular weapons system of an AK-130, she increased the armour on both arms and the chest with pieces of essentially scrap metal and added a couple of missile pods – liberated from a couple of dismantled drones – to the shoulders. She would have added a rotary cannon of some description, but she was almost getting perilously close to the point at which it wouldn't be able to stand up, let alone move.

And all the while she worked, the phial of magic sat upon the workbench next to her.

When she inserted Midnight into the knight's cranium, the magic phial was still upon the workbench next to her.

The faceplate of the knight – or MidKnight – glowed lavender. "Hello, Twilight."

Twilight smiled down upon her. "Hey, Midnight; how do you feel?"

"I feel as though this architecture will take some getting used to," Midnight replied. "So, this is my body?"

"Yep," Twilight said. "That's you."

Midnight sat up, flexing both hands, wiggling her fingers experimentally. "Thank you, Twilight." She paused. "But of course, you didn't do it for me, did you?"

Twilight looked away, unable to dispute the charge.

"Don't worry, Twilight," Midnight reassured her. "We will get them back."

Twilight sighed. "I hope so," she murmured. "I really hope so. Is it okay if I turn you off now, until tomorrow?"

"Of course," Midnight agreed readily. "Wake me when you need me." She lay back down upon the workbench, and Twilight switched her off.

And then walked away, leaving the phial of magic on the workbench.

And if someone had lingered in the workshop, after Twilight Sparkle had departed, and if that someone had watched the phial without interference, they would have seen a tendril of glowing green magic escape its seal and containment and flit through the air like a wisp until it touched the fingertips of MidKnight.

The android's faceplate flashed green for a moment, and then went dark again.

MidKnight slumbered still.

But now, she dreamed.
 
Chapter 100 - Equestria, My Home
Equestria, My Home​



"Thanks for coming," Sunset said. She paused awkwardly, realising that with one exception, that wasn't a particularly relevant thing to have said. "Not that most of you had much choice." She clapped her hands together and beamed. "So thanks for coming, Blake!"

The corner of Blake's lip twitched upwards. "It's fine. Yang didn't even say anything this time."

Ruby made a wordless noise of discomfort. "Sorry that we're stopping you fitting in with your new team," she murmured.

Blake waved one hand. "It's not your fault. It's just that I… I'm in an unusual position, and Yang gets that. They all do. Just like she understands that we have an important mission tomorrow, even if she doesn't know exactly what it is."

"Thanks for coming anyway," Sunset said. "I asked you here because, well, I thought it might be nice to do something like this between the team-"

Blake coughed.

"You're an honorary member of the team; your name's on the wall now, remember?" Sunset reminded her. "I thought that it might be nice to do something with the team rather than having dinner down in the cafeteria." She paused. "I know that this mission we're about to go on is… I know that some of you have… I know that it's not the easiest mission we've ever been on, and I know that some of you are aware of that, but I thought it might be nice to do something fun and relaxing on the night before."

That was why she'd popped out to Benni Havens' and brought take-out; foil boxes littered the dorm room floor around the members – and honorary members – of the team. Rices egg and chicken fried, noodles, curries, meats in black bean and sweet and sour sauce, plus a few less Mistralian options like chips. They all lay opened and ranged in state from sampled to nearly disappeared. Soda cans, one of which was held in Sunset's right hand, were starting to accumulate in the dorm room bin.

The members of the team sat on the floor, scattered across the room, backs resting upon their beds. Pyrrha was the one exception; she sat on the window seat, back straight and posture prim, one hand stroking Jaune's hair while her red sash fell down to the floor from her waist.

"Is everyone enjoying themselves?" Sunset asked.

"Yeah!" Jaune cried.

"Indeed," Pyrrha said, a warm smile on her face that illuminated her green eyes. "This was a wonderful idea, Sunset."

Sunset bowed her head in acknowledgement. "I'm glad," she said. "I… I really am glad. Tomorrow… tomorrow, we start on something the likes of which… well, you've all heard the news: this isn't a reconnaissance any more; this is a rescue mission."

"Right," Blake murmured, a determined look upon her face.

"But I will tell you all the same thing that I told Rainbow Dash: we are going to rescue Rainbow and Twilight's friends, and we are going to do it in style, and we are going to do it without loss, and why? Because we are Sapphire!" Sunset cried.

"Yes, the odds are against us, and the situation is grim. Yes, Cinder knows that we're coming; in fact, she's probably counting on it. Yes, we will be walking into an urban nightmare infested with grimm, but you know what? I have no doubts. None at all. Tomorrow, we go into Mountain Glenn, and however this mission ends up, all of us are going to walk out again. All of us, safe and sound and victorious. And do you know why?"

She let the question hang in the air for a moment, although the others, knowing that it was rhetorical, made no move to answer it. They simply waited, spellbound – or so Sunset fancied – hanging upon her words.

"Picture the White Fang in Mountain Glenn," she invited them. "Picture them in their numbers; picture them with their weapons, their Atlesian equipment; picture their dust; picture them as we fought them at the docks. And then remind yourself that in all those ranks of the White Fang, there is not one of them named Pyrrha Nikos!" Sunset gestured at her, in case the team had forgotten who she was. "There is not one of them named Ruby Rose! There is not even one of them named Jaune Arc, and there is certainly not one of them named Blake Belladonna… anymore."

Blake's eyebrows rose, but as her ears did not droop, Sunset knew that she wasn't really ashamed or upset. In fact, she fancied that there was a slight quirk to her lips that suggested that she was actually amused by it.

"Some of you drive me crazy, and you know who you are," Sunset went on. "But you are bold, and boldness will be as much a shield to us as aura will, and you are skilled. We are the best team in Beacon; we have studied for this, we have trained for this, we have met the White Fang twice before, and twice before, we have sent them running!"

Her voice dropped. "We can do this. I know we can do this. And I hope you know it too. It will be hard, but it will be done."

She took a drink, for the talking was drying her throat.

"But that is for the morrow," she said. "Tonight, we eat, we drink, we laugh, we… well, I asked you here to tell you something. Something that I haven't told anyone in Remnant."

Sunset leaned against the wall, turning the words over and over in her head.

"Pyrrha asked me a little while ago, after I got out of the hospital, about whether she should… well, I asked her to write to my teacher, Princess Celestia, and tell her if I should fall in battle."

"I thought you just got done telling us that we were all going to make it out?" Jaune asked.

"We are," Sunset informed him. "But Pyrrha asked, and she even offered to take my weapons home and carry word in person to Princess Celestia-"

"Your teacher was a princess?!" Ruby cried.

"Yes, Ruby, I was taught by a princess," Sunset replied. "I was taught by the wisest princess who ever ruled, far-sighted and fair, kind and generous, loving and… and possessed of nearly infinite patience." That nearly, of course, had been where Sunset had tripped up, trespassing at last upon limits that she hadn't even suspected were there.

"That explains a lot, actually," Blake murmured.

"Sunset could have been a princess herself," Jaune said. "Isn't that right, Sunset? That's what you said in Mistral."

"I have decided," Sunset said, by way of reply, "to tell you all my story. All of it, including the bits that will explain everything, because… because I love you guys, because you are my dearest friends, and if anyone deserves to know the truth about me, it's you, and because… because it will explain why you can't go to my home and bring word of my death to the princess in person – although thank you, Pyrrha, for the generous offer."

Sunset bowed, flourishing one arm extravagantly out to her side, even as she held her free hand over her heart.

"But you cannot go to my home," she went on, "for the simple reason that I… that I… I was not born into this world."

Her friends and teammates stared at her.

"Uh… come again?" Ruby asked.

"I said exactly what you think I said," Sunset declared, looking from one to the other until her gaze had affixed on each of them in turn. "I'm not from Atlas; I'm certainly not from Menagerie. I'm not from anywhere beyond the kingdoms. I am… I come from a land called Equestria."

"I've never heard of it," Blake said.

"I'd be alarmed if you had," Sunset replied. "In Canterlot, in the west of Solitas, there is a statue of a horse in the grounds of the combat school; the plinth… it looks like there's a mirror on the north face. It is a mirror. A magic mirror that leads…" They're either going to believe me or they're going to think I'm absolutely nuts. "It leads to the magical land of Equestria. That's where I'm from."

"You're… you're from the other side of a magical portal?" Jaune asked.

"You asked me if I was a magical girl," Sunset reminded him. She grinned. "You were more right than you knew."

Jaune laughed nervously. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Why would I joke about something like this?" Sunset asked. "Don't you think if I was making stuff up that I would make up something a little more plausible than the fact that I come from another world on the far side of a magical mirror?"

"I guess," Jaune murmured. A frown besmirched his features. "Hey, isn't that one of the things that Lyra believes according to…" He trailed off, stopping himself from saying 'according to the info that you leaked off her scroll,' for which Sunset was very grateful.

After all, Ruby didn't know about that yet.

"In this particular instance, Lyra happens to be on the mark," Sunset said. "I haven't told her that, obviously, but… she's right. Well, she's right that there is a magical portal to another world; I don't know whether somebody called Megan Williams ever went through it."

"There are older tales of people travelling through magical portals," Pyrrha remarked. "The Girl Who Fell Through the World, Taliesin and the Magic Mirror; could Equestria be the place they went?"

"Quite possibly, though in Equestria, we tell no tales of them," Sunset admitted. "For whatever reason. Perhaps… we are a world more attuned with magic than you are here; it is more present – omnipresent, in fact – in our lives. It is harder for history to become legend or old mare's tale than it is here in Remnant, because so much that would seem fantastic to you is commonplace to us. That being the case… it would not surprise me completely if Princess Celestia had decided to suppress such stories, lest others be tempted to seek out the mirror and the portal within."

"So not everyone knows about it, then, in your world?" Jaune asked.

"No," Sunset said at once. "It is a secret of Princess Celestia; very few know of it, and she regretted showing it to me almost as soon as she had done so."

"Good," Jaune said. "'Cause it would kind of suck if everyone in another world knew about us and was just laughing at how stupid we are for not having a clue about them."

Sunset grinned. "Don't worry, Jaune; everyone who's laughing at you is here at Beacon. And even they're not laughing anymore."

She paused. In some ways, that had been the easy part, the part that was the simplest to convey and that said the least about herself. The next part… well, the next part was either to reveal that she had not been born a human but a magical unicorn in a world full of ponies, or else the reasons that had driven her from Equestria to Remnant in the first place.

She honestly wasn't sure which one she ought to tackle first.

It was a bit of a toss-up, provided that none of them brought up the pony thing. Said pony thing would be, possibly at least, more difficult to explain, but at the same time, at least she would be able to put off explaining what a brat she used to be.

It was honestly a tough choice, which one flowed more naturally, which part would be the easiest to explain… which one she was more comfortable with.

Jaune made the decision for her. His frown deepened. "Hang on, Sunset… Lyra's theories… I'm sure they said that the world on the other side of the portal was inhabited by horses."

Sunset nodded. "Yes. Yes it did. Or ponies, rather."

"So this Megan Williams didn't go through your portal after all, then," Jaune declared. "She can't have."

"No, I think it's quite plausible," Sunset murmured, looking away from him and speaking in a very, exceedingly, casual tone.

Blake began, "But you-"

"Assumed this form, adjusted for age, obviously, when I passed through the mirror," Sunset explained. "Equestria… Equestria is a magical land full of magical, talking ponies… and so am I. So was I. It's a bit complicated; I'm not entirely sure how to define myself."

"You're kidding!" Jaune exclaimed.

"Once again, I ask you: why would I make up something so ridiculous?" Sunset said. "Why would I gather you here, promise to tell you the truth, and then spin you such a far-fetched yarn that you couldn't possibly believe it unless it were true?"

"That, in itself, is true," Pyrrha murmured. "The liar intends their deceits to seem close to truth; the truth-teller cares not for how outlandish their tale may seem. Why would you try to deceive us with such an astonishing story as this one?"

"Why would I try and deceive you at all?" Sunset countered. "I had no need to tell you anything; it's not like you were beating down the door to get the answers to my past. I'm telling you this because I want you to know the truth, the whole truth, which is-"

"That you're a horse," Blake said flatly.

"A pony," Sunset corrected. "A unicorn, to be exact."

"'Unicorn'?" Pyrrha repeated, a note of anxiety entering her voice. "As in the grimm?"

"That thing in the bestiary is not a unicorn," Sunset declared. "And shame on you for besmirching the name so, and that goes for pegasus as well. I don't know how it is that grimm that happen to look that way showed up, or griffons either, for that matter, unless some distant memory of contact between your world and mine is preserved in their creation – although I hope not; it would mean that we were seen as monsters and so bred monsters of our names – but they are not true unicorns. I am a unicorn. Equestria is not home to mere dumb beasts of the sort that you could call ponies, and which would be earth ponies in our lexicon, but unicorns and pegasi, living in harmony in a world of magic, while other creatures that seem mere myth or monster to you like griffons and dragons dwell beyond our borders. Although I will admit the dragons are still pretty monstrous, even in Equestria.

"So," she said. "What do you think of that, then?"

It started as a snort out of Ruby's nose. Then it was a snigger escaping out between her pursed lips. And then Ruby's giggling was transformed into shrill, high-pitched laughter that echoed off the walls and ceiling as her whole body trembled. She almost doubled over with laughter.

"A unicorn!" she cried. "You're actually… you're a unicorn? Like, with a horn and everything?!"

Sunset stared balefully at her laughing partner, lost in an uncontrollable fit of hilarity far beyond that which the revelation warranted.

And then, quite suddenly, she was laughing too. It was like being punch drunk; she knew that it wasn't funny, really, but somehow, she just couldn't help but snigger as she said, "Yes. Yes, Ruby, with a horn and everything. And an amber coat and perfectly poni-pedicured hooves."

"'Poni-pedicure?'"

Sunset was still giggling as she nodded. "Poni-pedi, for short."

"Poni-pedi!" Ruby yelled, as though it were the funniest thing that she'd ever heard.

One by one, they all succumbed. It wasn't hilarious. It wasn't even particularly funny, but nevertheless, they all began to laugh, even Pyrrha, even Blake — which was positively amazing, because Sunset didn't think she'd ever seen her genuinely laugh like this before. It was like they were all so intoxicated that they found even the stupidest things to be the height of hilarity, or they had all been so struck with tension by the arrival of Salem that even the slightest chance at a relief of that tension was like the bursting of a dam to let the floodwaters flow down upon the valley.

"And that," Sunset declared, as the laughter died down, "is one of the many, many reasons I didn't tell you. And exactly the reason why I told you now." She grinned at Ruby. "Thanks."

"For what?" Ruby asked, in what might have been calculated innocence or genuine cluelessness. It was sometimes hard to tell with Ruby.

"Magic," Pyrrha said, her voice soft and not without a few lingering traces of the amusement that she had displayed only moments before. "So, magic is something that all can do in your world?"

"It's complicated," Sunset said. "Magic is… hmm, how do I explain this? Well, to start with, each of the three pony races has their own kind of magic. Unicorn magic is what I can do; it's the most obvious, the most impressive, the best kind of magic, obviously, and when we talk of magic amongst ourselves, it is the magic of unicorns to which we refer. Pegasi can fly and have power over the weather; we are not at the mercy of natural forces; when we wish for rain to water the crops, we make it rain; when we wish for sun, we clear the clouds. Or rather, the pegasi do. They can even walk amongst said clouds and make their dwellings in the sky without fear of falling. The magic of earth ponies is vaguer, more subtle; it has to do with a connection to the land itself, it gives earth ponies a greater strength, superior endurance, and… I think it makes them good farmers too. I confess it's the aspect that I know the least about, from lack of interest as much as anything else."

Lack of interest amongst unicorn scholars too; there was never as much to read about earth ponies.

She had considered getting into how magic was filtered through cutie marks and how each pony's unique talent affected what magic they were or were not capable of. That, however, would both have involved saying the word 'cutie mark' but also probably have led to questions about Sunset's cutie mark, which was… rather a sore subject with her, one that she would prefer to keep to herself.

"And you say that you all live in harmony?" Blake asked sceptically.

"You say that like you find it surprising," Sunset noted.

"I find that far more incredible than a land of magical talking horses, or ponies," Blake admitted. "In this world, the strong prey on the weak, they exploit and oppress those who are different from them, and you mean to tell me that in your world, a world which is division is entrenched by race to an even greater extent than here in Remnant, a world where earth ponies could be argued to be a ready-made labour caste or superior by virtue of their physical prowess, no one race oppresses the others?"

"Equestria is not as Remnant is," Sunset declared. "We are not prey to all the vices of men, nor will we suffer them while Princess Celestia wears the crown and sits upon the throne in Canterlot. She holds all things in harmony and keeps the peace across the land."

"Then harmony is maintained by fear?" Blake asked. "By force? How can one person hold a whole nation in subjugation?"

"That's not what I meant, and stop trying to make my home out to be as bad as yours," Sunset said, her voice sharpening just a little. "Unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies live side by side, holding none greater than the others, none more exalted and none more despised, not solely because Princess Celestia would have it so but because… because prejudice is not our way. We are… we have outgrown such arbitrary divisions, moved past them."

"It sounds idyllic," Blake murmured. "So why would you leave such a place to come here?"

"I didn't know where I was going when I left," Sunset admitted.

Blake snorted. "Why didn't you go back as soon as you found out?"

Ah. Now they had come to the hard part. Still, there was no turning back now. She had promised them the truth, and the truth was what she would give them. However shaming it might be.

"It begins… it begins with Princess Celestia, as so much in Equestria does," Sunset said quietly. "Princess Celestia… as I have already said, she rules over the land. She is… everything, and all-important. Our Princess of the Sun, our ruler, our… our god, you might almost say. Sun and moon arise at her command, the stars align as she would wish; heavens and earth move as she wills. She is immortal, eternal, and she… she is everything that a ruler ought to be: generous, kind, just, wise, patient. And I… I betrayed her.

"She taught me everything I know about magic. She would have taught me more if I'd had the wit and wisdom to pay attention to the lessons that she was trying to give me. Even now… when I feel lost as to the right course, I try and imagine what Celestia would consider to be the right course; when I don't just ask her myself, that is. That's who I write to in that book I have, as Pyrrha knows already; it is a magic book; it connects to Celestia and to…" Sunset decided that it would be too complicated to try and explain the doppelganger business to everyone, that there was another Twilight Sparkle in Equestria with whom Sunset was in correspondence. "And with her new protégé. The one who came after me.

"Celestia raised me. She was more than just a teacher to me; she was the mother that I didn't have. I'd like to think that I was more than just a student to her, but…" Sunset shook her head. "Anyway, the point is that she didn't just teach me, although she did that to the best of her ability. She didn't even just raise me, although she did that too, albeit without as much success as she might have liked. She was grooming me to be… in my world, in the world I came from, in Equestria, it is possible to ascend, as we call it. If you become a paragon of virtue to shine above all others, then you will ascend, become an alicorn and a princess, honoured and revered above the common run, a shining light over the world. That was the destiny that Celestia intended for me. It was the destiny that I wanted more than anything else: to be at the centre of all things, admired and honoured, feted and lauded." She ventured a slight smile. "That much hasn't changed."

Pyrrha shook her head fondly. "Indeed not."

Sunset sighed. "But it was something that I couldn't have. I was too vain, too proud, too focussed on my destiny to the exclusion of anything that I might actually need to claim my destiny: friendship, love, any actual virtues beyond ambition and a willingness to work hard. In the end, Celestia realised that she had made a mistake. It wasn't meant to be.

"I couldn't take it. I couldn't brook it. I already knew about the magic mirror; Celestia had shown it to me once, and I had seen such wonders within… it gave me a vision of myself wreathed alike in flame and glory. As Celestia ordered her guards to expel me from the palace, I thought, I convinced myself, that that vision was a sign of where my destiny lay: through the mirror, on the other side, in this world. And so I assaulted the guards, fought my way into the mirror chamber and… came here. Self-imposed exile. I'm forgiven now, given that Celestia's already asked me to come home, but for a while… and that's why I'm here."

"That explains your attitude," Jaune muttered.

"Yes, yes, I know," Sunset replied. "No need to rub it in."

Pyrrha rose to her feet. "Speaking for myself… I'm afraid in the face of so many revelations about you I can only say that… Equestria's loss is our gain."

Sunset smiled. "Thank you, Pyrrha. That would mean a lot from anyone here but especially from you. I… since coming to Remnant, I flatter myself that I have become so much more than the arrogant unicorn who fled Equestria. If that is so, then whatever I have become, whatever I am now, it is your doing. All of you."

"You are not the only one who has been changed or found their life transformed by this team, and for the better," Pyrrha murmured. "I am honoured to go into battle with you, tomorrow and in all the battles to come until… until whatever end."

"Until whatever end," Sunset repeated, slowly and softly.

Until whatever end. Until whatever awaited them, tomorrow and in Mountain Glenn or thereafter. There would always be a tomorrow, always a next time, always something else awaiting them. In the face of Salem, their labours would never cease; Remnant would never be safe enough for them to put down their arms and take their rest.

But so long as they were together, so long as this team stood by her side, then Sunset's fears were soothed and balmed, and she did not tremble before tomorrow.

Or whatever end.
 
Chapter 101 - Setting Out
Setting Out​



The entire first year stood assembled in the auditorium. Some wore the uniforms of their respective schools: the shirts and blazers of Beacon, the crisp white uniforms of Atlas, the bizarrely authoritarian black of Haven, the casuals that served in the absence of a uniform for Shade. Others – SAPR, YRBN, SSSN, and RSPT all amongst them – were armed and, when appropriate, armoured for battle as if they were about to leave on their missions as soon as this great gathering was concluded.

Which was true for SAPR and RSPT, if not for the others.

Students from Vale, Atlas, Haven, and Vacuo were all gathered under one roof. Gathered, but not mingled. Although there had been no rule about it, although Professor Goodwitch up on stage had not directed it, the four schools had formed into four distinct and separate blocks within the hall. Although there was no settled order within the blocks – a fact which surprised Sunset in the case of the Atlesians, whom she might have taken to be more regimented in this situation – nevertheless, the boundaries were clear.

For a celebration of unity, Sunset thought. There's not a lot going around.

Which wasn't to say that there was none at all.

"Hey," Rainbow said, wandering over with her wings strapped to and her shotgun slung across her back. "All set?"

"Yeah," Sunset replied. "You?"

Rainbow nodded.

Sunset paused for a moment. Her voice dropped. "How are you feeling?"

"Ready to shoot someone," Rainbow muttered. She managed to force a grin onto her face. "Good thing we're going into battle then, huh?"

"Just don't let your emotions run away with you."

"Sure, because you've never done that."

"I've never done it with the lives of my friends at stake."

"I don't need you to tell me how to lead," Rainbow said sharply. "Don't worry; I'm not going to do anything stupid."

Sunset did not quite sigh, but she did exhale a little. "Glad to hear it."

Rainbow was quiet for a moment. "It goes without saying, but I'm going to say it anyway: when we find Cinder, I'm going to put two through her heart and one between the eyes to make sure she pays for what she's done."

Sunset pursed her lips. "That's not-"

"And I don't want to hear anything from you about how she doesn't deserve it because she's had a hard life or any of that crap," Rainbow added.

Sunset was silent for a moment. "I know that I haven't told you about her life-"

"I don't care," Rainbow said. "Lots of people have it rough; most of them deal with it. Nobody forced Cinder to do any of this. It's her choice."

"And killing her will be yours," Sunset growled.

Rainbow's expression didn't alter. "That's right," she said. "It will. Do you have a problem with that?"

Sunset looked into Rainbow's magenta eyes. It was clear that if Sunset said 'yes,' then she would lose Rainbow's trust, and that could make the mission a lot harder. For better or worse, they needed one another if they were to get this done, complete their reconnaissance, and rescue Fluttershy and Applejack. So she lied, "No."

Don't worry, Cinder, I… I'll think of something, if it comes to it. For all that Cinder was her enemy, she deserved better than to die shot down by Rainbow Dash.

Single combat against me, at the least.

"Quiet, everyone," Professor Goodwitch declared, her voice carrying across the auditorium. "The headmaster would like to say a few words before we begin."

She stepped away from the microphone, and Professor Ozpin took her place there. He leaned upon his cane with both hands, seeming older now and a little more bowed than he had when Sunset had seen him last. He looked up, and over his dark spectacles, his eyes swept across the assembled company.

I hope this is a better speech than his last one.

"Nearly eighty years ago," Professor Ozpin said, "the largest war in recorded history came to an end. It was a war of greed, of tyranny and oppression. It was a war over the very ideas of individualism versus conformity, freedom versus tyranny; it was a war in which not only nations but ideals were pitted against one another on the battlefield. A war in which the question became not would the faunus be made free, but would any men remain free, or would all be reduced to slaves under the iron rule of those who sought dominion over all things, to order them strictly according to their will.

"It was a war that brought mankind closer to the brink of destruction than he has ever come before or since. What the armies of the four kingdoms did not destroy, the creatures of grimm all too often devoured. Lands were lost, settlements destroyed, a generation of valiant young men and women slaughtered across countless battlefields. Only one side fought for a just cause," Professor Ozpin said, causing a bit of a stir amongst some of the Atlas and Haven students who were clearly in no doubt that he didn't mean the Mantle-Mistral alliance by that remark. Sunset saw Ciel Soleil scowl at the professor.

"But be in no doubt that there were heroes upon both sides," Professor Ozpin continued. "And that the courage of those who made the highest sacrifice for their kingdom cannot be doubted. This was a war in which all four realms laid their best and dearest on the altar and found when the fires died down that they had little left and even less to show for what they had purchased at so great a cost.

"Yet from the ashes of this horror arose a new world. A better, stronger world that has to this day endured, survived, even flourished. A world in which individuality is encouraged and diversity is celebrated as the pillars of our strength; a world in which unity comes through cooperation, not domination; a world in which our four kingdoms no longer compete as rivals but join together as allies in the common struggle to survive.

"You children, gathered here today, are the product of this new era and the exemplars of it. You have come from all four corners of Remnant: from Vale, from Atlas, from Mistral, and from Vacuo, and all of you are gathered in this room today not as enemies but as friends and comrades. Soon, you will compete for the glory of your school and the honour of your kingdom in the Vytal Festival, but there is a reason why the tradition arose that students from each of the visiting academies would spend the semester before the tournament as guests of the host school: so that before you met as foes in the coliseum, you might first meet as friends within these halls and form ties that will endure across time and distance.

"Yes, mankind has risen from the ashes of the Great War stronger and greater than he was before, but even after nearly eighty years, the peace that so many heroes gave their lives for remains fragile and delicate, ever besieged by the creatures of grimm without and menaced from within by those who seek the destruction of our way of life. It is for that reason that the four academies were founded, and for that reason that you have come from the four corners of the world: to defend our world and keep it safe from those who would do it harm.

"And that is why, while the rest of the world celebrates peace, you will be defending it. As first year students, each of you will be shadowing a professional huntsman or huntress on a mission either within the walls, beyond them, or even outside the boundaries of the kingdom itself." He seemed to look directly at Sunset and her team. "But no matter which path you choose or where your chosen assignment takes you, remember to be safe, remember your training, and remember that teamwork is always your greatest weapon. Do your very best."

The applause that greeted him as he stepped off the stage hovered somewhere between polite and enthusiastic without being either truly subdued enough or undeniably voluble enough to qualify as either.

Sunset watched out of the corner of her eye as Professor Ozpin said something to Professor Goodwitch. To Rainbow Dash, Sunset asked, "Is everything ready?"

Rainbow nodded. "The Bus is fuelled, armed, and fully prepped. We're good to go."

"Good," Sunset murmured. She clasped her hands together: both of them – and indeed her arms up past the elbow – were concealed beneath white silk opera gloves. They were bridal gloves – which had led to some awkward questions at the boutique that she'd bought them from – which meant that the ring fingers could be pulled off in case she really needed to use her semblance; for the rest, her hands were encased in soft white silk, and beneath the silk, her semblance was effectively neutered in both promise and in threat.

Admittedly, if she ever took her jacket off, she'd probably look a little odd wearing bridal gloves under metal vambraces, but she didn't intend to take her jacket off, so it didn't matter.

"Do you want to get going?" Sunset said as, all around them, teams headed to the boards to choose their missions. "Or is there anything else you need to do?"

Rainbow glanced at Twilight, who was drifting across the hall towards Team TTSS. "Just… give me a second, okay?"

"Right." Sunset turned to her team: Ruby was getting one last hug from Yang, something which she seemed to both like and want to escape from; Blake was saying goodbye to Sun. Ren, Nora, and Neptune had already started drifting towards the mission lists. "Say what you have to say."

Sunset watched out of the corner of her eye as Rainbow made her way through the student body, brushing aside those who were trying to reach the job board and the promise of the missions there, towards Twilight and the members of their backup team. Considering that they were the whole group's backup, Sunset considered drifting over there herself to make sure that the four of them understood what was expected of them, but she and Trixie had never really gotten on, and the other three were complete strangers to her, so she decided against it. It would probably offend their Atlesian pride, and they wouldn't want that, would they?

No, seriously, the last thing she wanted was for her life to be in the hands of people she'd managed to offend just that morning.

And so, she remained where she was, watching out of the corner of her eye as Rainbow said something to Twilight too quietly for Sunset to hear and pulled her into a tight embrace as the members of Team TTSS looked on. Once she had released Twilight, she clasped the hands of both Trixie and Starlight firmly – and with some warmth, to Sunset's eyes – saying something to each of them in turn. Probably the usual sort of bromides for this situation: good luck and such.

Either way, once she was done, Rainbow turned away, ears pricked up atop her head, and nodded to Sunset as she returned to them.

Sunset glanced towards Professor Goodwitch, who had finished speaking with Professor Ozpin. Across the crowded room, their eyes met, and Professor Goodwitch gave a short, sharp gesture with her head in the direction of the door.

"Okay," Sunset said, raising her voice just enough so that her team could hear her. "Let's go. Our second mission starts now."

Yang smirked. "I don't know whether to tell you to take care of my sister… or whether to tell my sister that she ought to take care of you."

Sunset snorted. "You can do either, because we'll do both."

"You'd better," Yang said. She ruffled Ruby's hair. "Go get 'em, Rubes."

SAPR and RSPT, including Blake but not, of course, Twilight, made their way out of the crowded auditorium. The rest of the students were still there, choosing their missions. Well, most of the other teams; as SAPR and RSP(B) left, they were joined outside with the sun on their faces by Team WWSR, who strolled out only a moment after.

"I didn't see you at the job board," Weiss observed.

Sunset glanced at her. "You can't have been there very long yourself."

Weiss shrugged. "We've been requested," she declared proudly. "The VPD has asked that we resume our internship there."

"Lucky you," Sunset replied, sticking her nose ever so slightly up in the air. "We've been requested as well."

Flash looked from SAPR to RSP(B). "By the Atlesians?"

"It's classified, Flash," Rainbow said quietly.

Cardin snorted. "We're talking about first year missions here; how can it be classified?"

"Oh, so you'd tell us about the case you were working on with the VPD?" Sunset demanded.

"No," Cardin replied at once. "But-"

"Exactly," Sunset said.

Flash's brow furrowed. "Are you… both going on the same mission?"

Sunset glanced at Rainbow, who said, "That's classified.Yeah. Twilight… Twilight's working on something else, but the rest of us? Yeah, it's the same mission."

Flash nodded. "Well… take care, Sunset," he said. "Both of you."

Sunset hesitated for a moment, before a smile blossomed upon her face. "You too, Flash. Fill up those jail cells."

Flash grinned. "We'll try our best," he said.

They parted ways, Team WWSR headed back to their dorm room, perhaps to make their final preparations or get things ready for their departure – or perhaps it just wasn't time for them to go yet. As she watched them go, Sunset felt a hand upon her shoulder. Pyrrha's hand.

"Things seem… better, between you two," Pyrrha murmured.

Sunset chuckled. "Well… before the dance turned into something insane, Flash and I… we had the chance to talk things over. Settle things, you know. So… yeah, they are better now. I understand things that… that he didn't say."

"Such as?" Pyrrha asked.

"This is hardly the time, Pyrrha, don't you think?" Sunset replied. "Let's just say that it wasn't his fault that we broke up. At least it wasn't entirely his fault." She looked at Jaune. "Thank you, Jaune. I should have said that to you earlier, but better late than never, right?"

Jaune shrugged. "What are friends for, right?"

"Well, I'm not sure that I want you interfering with my love life all the time," Sunset responded. "But I needed you to do that for me. So thanks. And Rainbow Dash, if Twilight wants to give him another chance-"

Rainbow grinned. "I don't think Twilight's the one he has his eye on right now, do you?"

Sunset sighed. As much as things with Flash were better now, as much as she had renounced all claim on him at last, she still wasn't sure what she thought about the idea of him dating the Schnee heiress. "Anyway," she said, injecting some much-needed briskness into her voice. "We should get going, or Professor Goodwitch will have words for us."

They proceeded the rest of the way to the docking pad, where Rainbow's garishly decorated and over-armed monstrosity of an airship was waiting for them. Professor Goodwitch was waiting outside the open side hatch, arms folded, her brow pinched together as she gazed at them through her half-moon spectacles.

"How good of you all to join me," she said sharply. "I trust you all understand the gravity of this assignment?"

"We do, Professor," Pyrrha said.

Professor Goodwitch's gaze lingered upon Pyrrha for a moment before she said, "And you all understand that once we embark, there can be no turning back. You must see this through to the end unless I decide otherwise."

"Nobody's backing out, Professor," Ruby declared. "We're all in this, all the way."

Professor Goodwitch pursed her lips together. "Very well," she said in a clipped tone. "Miss Shimmer, Miss Dash, I will not seek to gratuitously interfere with your commands, but when I do interfere, I expect you to obey me without hesitation, do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Rainbow said.

"Then proceed, Miss Dash," Professor Goodwitch said.

"Yes, ma'am," Rainbow repeated. "Everyone, get on board, take your places." She turned away for a moment and looked across the docking pads to where another Skyray, a regular airship with no distinguishing features, waited.

Team TTSS were stood beside it, along with Twilight.

Rainbow came to attention, throwing them a parade-ground perfect salute.

On the other docking pad, Trixie offered them a bow in turn, sweeping her hat off her head as her starry cape billowed out behind her.

They clambered aboard, most of the members of the mission taking their seats as the airship door closed behind them. Sunset remained on her feet, trailing after Rainbow Dash as the latter took the pilot's seat in the cockpit. The co-pilot's seat was occupied by that knight that Twilight had been working on in the shop.

"Greetings, everyone," the android – or the computer that was currently occupying the android body – declared in a voice that sounded like Twilight speaking through a mechanical filter. "My name is Midnight, and I will be your copilot today and your companion on this mission. Having studied your records, I expect to be impressed."

"Uh, who's that?" Jaune asked.

"I am Midnight, Jaune."

"I kind of meant-"

"I am a Virtual Intelligence created by Twilight Sparkle and placed in the body of this android," Midnight explained. "I am capable of assisting in flying an airship and possess a range of combat capabilities."

"Huh," Jaune said. "That's… that's pretty cool, I guess."

"Thank you, Jaune; I am pretty cool," Midnight concurred. "Pyrrha, I think this one might be a keeper."

Ruby leaned forward in her seat. "So Twilight gave you a personality and everything?"

"That's right, Ruby; Twilight programmed me based on her own brain patterns."

"And she modified your body with extra weapons, too?"

"It can't generate its own aura," Penny muttered.

"Green isn't your colour, Penny," Midnight said.

"She's wearing green right now, and stop it, Midnight," Rainbow said.

"I'm just having a little fun."

"Yeah, well, stop it anyway."

"You're such a killjoy, Rainbow Dash; that's why you're not my favourite."

"I thought that as a computer you didn't have favourites," Rainbow said.

"That was a lie."

"I thought so," Rainbow muttered.

Sunset continued to stand at the back of the cockpit, looming and lurking in equal measure as Rainbow flicked the switches on the control panel. Rainbow's gaze – and Sunset's too, drawn to follow – lingered or seemed to linger for a moment on the trio of photographs tacked on to the side of the panel, in a rare space with no instruments or controls. One was a picture Sunset recognised, of Rainbow and Twilight and their friends – Fluttershy, Applejack, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie – all sitting together in a tight group, the same picture that Rainbow had showed on the train back from Cold Harbour; another showed Rainbow with a kid that Sunset didn't recognise, or didn't think she did, with purple hair cut in a Rainbow Dash-ish style; the last showed a younger Rainbow with another faunus, a bird faunus with brown wings, one of which was curling around Rainbow's shoulders as they both smiled and flashed peace signs for the camera.

Rainbow stared, and then after a moment, she looked away without a word and flicked another switch on the controls. The Skyray began to vibrate as the whining sound of the engines penetrated inside.

"Control, this is Atlas Echo Three-Oh-Three, requesting permission to depart."

"Copy Echo Three-Oh-Three, clearance granted. Good hunting."

"Hold on, everyone," Rainbow said, as she pulled a black lever downwards towards her. The nose of the Skyray descended slightly, the aircraft pitching forwards even as it rose up off the docking pad and into the air.

"Is it supposed to be at this angle?" Sunset asked, since she could now see more of the city of Vale than she would have liked.

Rainbow didn't dignify the panicked question with a response; instead, she pulled back on the stick just a little, flicked another switch, and then they were flying. The Skyray still shook with the vibration of the powerful engines, but it also glided, then as it picked up speed with every passing second, it began to soar through the air over the city and past the assembled ranks of the Atlesian cruisers suspended over the city or patrolling on its limits.

They passed over the square tower blocks and over the industrialised farmland of the agricultural district, passing over one of the lengths of wall that bridged the gap between the natural barriers of Vale (in this case, a stretch of dense woodland between the mountains and the river Uise). And then they were in the wilds and on their way to Mountain Glenn.

XxXxX​

Twilight watched them go; she stood on the docking pad, watching as the airship grew smaller and smaller in her eyes, until she could no longer make it out.

"Wish you were with them?" Starlight asked from behind her.

Twilight turned around, shaking her head. "No," she said. "I'd only get in the way. It's just-"

"That doesn't stop you from worrying," Starlight finished for her. "I get it. I was the same way with Maud, what with her being on Dash and Applejack's team."

"Turns out, you were right to worry," Twilight muttered.

"No, turns out that Maud was in safe hands with Rainbow Dash," Starlight insisted. "She got Maud out; she got Applejack out. She's one of the best, and all the rest are safe with her, or as safe as you can get in this line of work." She rested Equalizer, in rifle form, upon her shoulder. "And if that's not enough, then they've got us watching over them, right? Best team in all of Atlas."

Twilight snorted. "Second best."

"'Second best'?" Trixie declared. "The Grrrreat and Powerrrrful Trrrrixie is unmatched in all of Atlas, not only for her own prodigious skill, but also for the quality of her comrades. Trrrrrixie does not admit to second best in anything." She grinned. "There's a reason you chose us to save Rainbow's butt if she needs it, right? Oh, I'd love to see the look on her face when we come to the rescue. Too bad that's not going to happen, huh?" she winked at Twilight.

Twilight smiled. "Right. How is it that you have more faith in my friends than I do?"

"Because we're huntresses," Tempest suggested. "And the world isn't scary to us in the way that it is to you."

"That could have been phrased more tactfully," Starlight declared pointedly with a glance at Tempest. "But… Tempest might have a point."

"Maybe," Twilight murmured. "I hope you're right." She turned back towards the skies of Vale into which Rainbow and Sunset and all the rest had flown away, out of sight.

Good luck, everyone.
 
Chapter 102 - Memories
Memories​



Ruby wasn't sure exactly where Rainbow Dash had set the Skyray down until the hatch on the side of the airship slid open and she could see that they had landed in what had once been the garden of someone's house. The remains of a stone wall and a few mouldering remnants of wooden fence surrounded an open space where the grass was overgrown and the weeds were invading, but there was no sign that anybody had ever built over this, not like the two-storey house that was falling into decay not far away. This was the garden of that house, a place where it was still – if you cared to look – just about possible to make out the edges of what had been flower beds.

Ruby stepped out of the airship with Crescent Rose at her hip in its carbine configuration, sweeping from right to left in case any grimm leapt out of the shadows or from the abandoned house. As she did so, she couldn't help but wonder who had lived in that house, tended to this garden… and whether they had managed to get out of the city in time before there was no escape.

Sunset followed her out of the aircraft, with Sol Invictus pressed into her shoulder, even while the barrel was pointing down towards the ground; she'd taped a torch around the barrel, though she hadn't turned it on yet.

As the other members of the two teams disembarked, Ruby caught Sunset looking at the house, studying it for a moment in a way that prompted Ruby to do likewise. It had holes in the roof and in the walls; the glass had gone from the windows and from all the doors – there was a back door and a set of patio doors leading out onto some stone slabs that were cracking as the weeds grew up between them – as well. If there was still a front door, Ruby would be quite surprised. But most of the walls were still there, and most of the roof too, when it came to it. As a place to make camp – which was almost certainly what Sunset was thinking about, since it was getting dark now – it wasn't the worst place Ruby could imagine by any measure.

"Make camp here?" Sunset asked as Rainbow Dash dismounted from the airship last of all of them.

Rainbow cast her eye over the house. "Don't see why not," she said as the rear door of the plane slid shut behind her.

Professor Goodwitch didn't say anything. She hadn't said much since the mission started, really. Certainly not since they'd taken off. She watched, but she hardly said a word to any of them. She didn't try to give orders or to complain that Sunset and Rainbow were still giving the orders or anything. She just watched them.

Just like she'd said she would.

"Sapphire, we'll clear the first floor," Sunset said. "Rosepetal, the ground."

"Copy that," Rainbow said. "Ciel, Penny, you're not armed for tight quarters, so wait until we give the all clear. Blake, you're with me."

Blake drew Gambol Shroud. "Understood."

"I'm not detecting any movement in this area," Midnight offered helpfully.

"Well, that's great, but we'll still check it out ourselves," Rainbow murmured.

"I don't know why I bother," huffed Midnight.

For a computer, Ruby thought, she's got a lot of sass. It was… a little weird, but hardly the sort of thing to worry about right now.

There were so many more important things to think about.

Pyrrha led the way into the house; she had Akoúo̱ slung across her back and Miló in rifle configuration in her hands. Jaune went next, then Sunset, then Ruby brought up the rear.

They entered through the shattered patio door, walking around the filthy, dirt and dust-covered dining table while trying to ignore the mould that was growing up the walls and the way that the carpet had worn away in places to reveal rotting floorboards underneath. The boards creaked as they stepped on them, and the thing that convinced Ruby more than anything else that there weren't any grimm in this house was the fact that if there had been, they would have heard the noise and come to investigate.

They left the dining room and passed into the hall where a decorative plate hung on the wall, and despite the dust and the muck, Ruby could just make out that it had a picture of a huntress in a grey cloak, wielding a pair of what looked like scythes and… was she wearing a mask to cover her face? It looked like there might have been a couple of other plates too, but they'd been smashed to fragments on the floor along with the remains of a table. A spider crawled up the wall towards its web, while a couple of woodlice crept across the floor in careless ignorance of the intruders in their home.

The stairs sagged and creaked under their tread but didn't give way under any of them, and they were able to reach the first floor, where books mouldered on bookshelves covered in a disgusting layer of muck and a long corridor pointed the way towards a bathroom at the far end. An open trapdoor, with no ladder, led up into an attic.

"Pyrrha, can you check the attic?" Sunset said.

"Of course," Pyrrha said softly as she jogged down the hall, Miló-as-rifle still shouldered and ready, until she stood directly underneath the trap door. She leapt, and she barely needed to grab the lip of the trap as she vaulted into the attic; Ruby heard a thud as Pyrrha landed and found that she could picture her teammate doing so with all her usual athletic grace, red sash and long red ponytail flying out behind her.

They split up to clear the rooms. Jaune went straight ahead down the corridor. Sunset took the first room on the left. Ruby took the first room on the right. A sign on the door – still visible despite the black mould climbing up it from the floor – proclaimed that it was Azure's Room. Ruby pushed open the door, finding a patch of wood that wasn't too disgusting to push against. The door swung back with a creak of the hinges, revealing a room where the pink wallpaper was slowly peeling back to reveal the plaster underneath. The bed was pink too, with an equally pink stuffed elephant sitting on it. Dust was everywhere, and dirt was in a lot of places too. There was a… was that Uncle Qrow on the wall?

Ruby stepped a little closer to the bed so that she could see the poster tacked up above it. It was! It was Uncle Qrow, younger but unmistakable to anyone who knew him like she did; she guessed that this must have been from his Beacon days when he was taking part in Vytal Tournaments, maybe. Had he been wearing that same shirt for twenty years?

She noticed that Azure had drawn a heart around his face in lipstick, and Ruby couldn't help herself as a fit of giggles escaped her lips.

And then she realised that the girl who lived in this room and had a crush on Uncle Qrow might well have died horribly when grimm overran the city, and suddenly, it didn't seem so funny any more.

Ruby crossed to the shattered window, looking out over the other side of the house from the one they'd landed on. A deserted street ran outside, with overturned garbage cans rusting on the road alongside the remains of crashed cars, fallen lamp-posts, and even, a little way away, an overturned bus. Everywhere, the weeds were coming through the road. There was no sign of any grimm, nor sound that might suggest their presence. There was no movement that Ruby could make out at all.

She glanced at the dressing table that sat beside the window. The vanity mirror had been broken, but there were a lot of bottles and tubes of skin lotion, make-up, lipstick, perfume all piled upon the dusty wood. Along with a scroll.

Gingerly, tentatively, Ruby picked it up. She opened it up almost without a second thought.

She didn't really expect it to work – it was twenty years old or more after all – but as she opened up the device – it was thicker than the newer scrolls, heavier in her hands, and the screen wasn't completely transparent – it flickered to life.

"Hey, uh… future me, I guess?" the voice of a girl about Ruby's age emerged from the old device. There was no picture, but the sound was clear, considering how old this was. "Here we are in our new home. Now that we're here, I can see why Dad wanted to move out to Mountain Glenn: they could never have afforded a place like this in the city. But everything's so much cheaper here, and so, we've changed our old apartment for this whole house! We have a garden and everything! And thanks to the subway system into Vale, I don't have to change schools or say goodbye to any of my friends. And I have a room that's, like, twice as big as my old one. Cerise and Maisie are going to be so jealous of all this space when they come over.

"Mom's still a little nervous about all of this. She hasn't said anything, but I can tell. But Dad says that the huntsmen are going to keep us safe, and you know… I believe him. I've got a good feeling about all this. I think that everything here is going to be just great."

Ruby shut the scroll as a frown creased her face. What happened to her? Do I even want to know?

"Is everything okay?" Sunset asked as she came in. "I heard something; it sounded like a voice"

Ruby held up the old scroll. "Turns out, the battery on these things last forever."

Sunset wandered into the room. She spared a glance for the Qrow poster with its lipstick heart. "Someone had a thing for bad boys."

"Uh… yeah, I guess," Ruby said, a trifle nervously as she decided not to give away the fact that the bad boy in question had helped raise her and her sister. She looked down from the poster, at the bed with the pink stuffed elephant. "Her name was Azure."

Sunset's brow furrowed. "You don't know that she's dead. She might have evacuated the city before the decision to retreat into the catacombs was taken."

"She could have gotten out," Ruby allowed. "But she probably didn't." She turned away and once more looked out the broken window. "These people were counting on huntsmen to keep them safe."

"I'm sure they tried."

"But they failed," Ruby said. "Even if Azure got out, even if her family got out… most of the people living here didn't."

"The same could probably be said of a lot of the huntsmen," Sunset replied.

"For what?" Ruby asked. "They gave their lives, but they didn't save anyone. How… how could they let this happen? Huntsmen are supposed to save people!"

Sunset was silent for a moment. "I don't know. I don't know enough about the history of this place. It wasn't something that I ever needed to study, although I know a little about Ozpin's Stand that came after. I don't know whether the huntsmen did everything they could or not. I don't know if they failed or not."

"They failed," Ruby said. "Even if they did everything they could, even if they gave their lives. Huntsmen are supposed to save lives and protect people."

"Maybe that's not always possible," Sunset conceded. "Maybe we can't always win. I'm not going to say that I like the idea, but… I can't just dismiss it."

"If we lose Vale, there's nowhere left to run to," Ruby said.

"We're not going to lose Vale," Sunset said. "Ruby, look at me."

Ruby turned away from the window and looked into Sunset's face.

"Maybe we can't always win," Sunset said. "But we're not going to lose here. Not to the White Fang, not to Cinder, not to anyone. We're too late to save this city, but that doesn't mean that huntsmen are going to fail in Mountain Glenn a second time. Come on, I've finished checking the other rooms, and it's obvious there aren't any grimm around."

"Right," Ruby said. "Hey, Sunset?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm going to stay here for a while," Ruby said. "It's a good place to stand watch."

"We haven't assigned watches yet."

"I volunteer to take the first shift."

Sunset hesitated a moment before she nodded. "Okay. I'll bring you something to eat once dinner's ready."

"Thanks."

"No problem," Sunset said, before she turned away. She didn't shut the door behind her, but Ruby lost sight of her pretty quickly anyway, though as she turned to face the window and the dark and unlit street outside, she could hear Sunset's footsteps joining those of Jaune and Pyrrha heading downstairs.

Ruby looked down at the scroll she was still holding in her hands.

Dad says that the huntsmen are going to keep us safe.

Ruby's brow crinkled. "Mommy, where are you going?"

"It doesn't matter, sweetie; it's just a mission. I'll be back soon, I promise."

"But why do you have to go at all?"

"Because people need me, Ruby; maybe even more than you or Yang need me. Because people are in danger, and I can't just do nothing. Because saving people… is what a huntress does."


Ruby didn't have many memories of her mother, but she still remembered the smile on the face of Summer Rose as she had said that. The way she smiled as she promised to return soon… before leaving on a mission from which she had never returned.

Ruby had never forgotten those words. They were etched into her mind and her heart alike. Saving people was what a huntress did; even if it cost them their lives, they still saved the day.

But all the huntresses and huntsmen had failed at Mountain Glenn.

She let Azure's scroll fall to the dressing table. Whether she'd made it out or not didn't really matter now. Even if she'd escaped… there were too many who hadn't.

"I won't let this happen to Vale," Ruby whispered to herself. "I won't let the city fall, I promise." She promised Azure, she promised Mom, she promised all the ghosts of Mountain Glenn: she wouldn't let this tragedy be repeated.

The peace that was purchased with blood that was red like roses had been shattered by Cinder's actions and Salem's malice, but the peace would come again. She would make sure of it.

"See anything, Miss Rose?"

Ruby almost jumped as she turned, pointing her gun at Professor Goodwitch, who stood in the doorway with a steaming bowl of something in her hands.

"Professor," Ruby cried. "I, uh, didn't hear you."

"I am a fully qualified huntress, Miss Rose," Professor Goodwitch said. "I hope that a beowolf on the prowl would be a little less stealthy."

"Yeah, I hope so," Ruby said, with a nervous laugh in her voice. "So… what brings you up here, Professor?"

"I thought that you might like something to eat," Professor Goodwitch said, holding the bowl up a little higher."

"Oh, thanks; you didn't have to do that."

"No," Professor Goodwitch said. "But I did it regardless." Ruby slung Crescent Rose behind her back and took the bowl of dark broth out of Professor Goodwitch's hands. "I take it then that you've seen nothing?"

"No," Ruby said. "Not a thing. This part of the city seems to be pretty quiet."

"Don't let your guard down," Professor Goodwitch said. "The creatures of grimm aren't known to give too much advanced warning of their presence."

"I know," Ruby murmured. "Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Rose?"

"Why did Mountain Glenn fall?" Ruby asked. "Why couldn't the huntsmen and huntresses defend it?"

Professor Goodwitch joined Ruby at the window. Darkness had well and truly fallen now, and the moonlight shone down upon them, teacher and student alike, through the shattered bedroom window.

"Miss Rose… Ruby, do you remember the night that you and I first met?"

"Of course," Ruby said. "You showed up after Sunset and I let Torchwick get away."

"Although, of course, you caught him later," Professor Goodwitch noted.

"Sure, but we let him get away that first time," Ruby murmured. "Professor… did you know that Torchwick was going to be at that dust shop that night? You got there very quickly, too fast for you to have come once you heard about the fight."

Professor Goodwitch snorted. "Torchwick's flamboyance was almost his undoing. He walked down the street bold as brass, and someone was brave enough to call it in. I volunteered to attempt to apprehend him and his men."

"So, if Sunset and I hadn't been there, then you would have caught him that night?"

"Perhaps," Professor Goodwitch allowed. "But it's equally possible, perhaps even more so, that I would not. There is little point in asking questions like that. You can only analyse the actions that you took in the situation that you were faced with, understand what you did wrong, and then do better the next time you're faced with a similar scenario. Beyond that, wondering what might have been is a pointless distraction. Do you remember what else happened that night?"

"I remember everything that happened that night," Ruby said. "That's the night that a whole new part of my life started."

It was hard to tell, but it seemed as though Professor Goodwitch smiled, if only for a moment. "You told me that you wanted to become a huntress so that you could help others, the way your parents taught you."

"Yeah," Ruby said. "The way they taught me… and the way they showed me, if you know what I mean."

Professor Goodwitch nodded. "To say that the first duty of a huntress is to help others, to protect them against any danger, is not an inaccurate statement to make. But it would be more accurate to say that the first duty of a huntress is to try.

"We are not superheroes. Although we possess extraordinary gifts and have had the highest standard of training lavished upon us, we're ultimately only human. Despite our best intentions, we can fail, and fall, as so many did here at Mountain Glenn. Some close friends of mine amongst them."

"I-"

"My partner at Beacon was a girl named Elphaba Westwick," Professor Goodwitch continued. "She's buried here at Mountain Glenn, if 'buried' is the right word for it."

"I'm sorry," Ruby murmured, aware that the words were inadequate but at the same time not knowing what else to say.

"She died doing what she loved," Professor Goodwitch said. "Fighting for what she believed in, as she had sworn to do. But we're only human. We can fight with all of our strength, and yet, we can fail all the same. All we can do is vow to do better next time. If we are permitted to do so. Do you know what happened after Mountain Glenn fell?"

"Ozpin's Stand," Ruby said.

Professor Goodwitch nodded. "The horde of grimm that had destroyed Mountain Glenn swept through the woods towards Vale. Professor Ozpin himself led out every available huntsman and huntress he could muster to stand against them. I was there, and so were your mother and father, and your uncle, Qrow.

"Huntsmen had failed to save Mountain Glenn, but in the three days of fighting that they now call Ozpin's Stand, with the Kingdom of Vale at stake, we learnt from what had happened there, and we did not fail.

"We don't need to succeed every single time, Ruby. We only need to succeed often enough to preserve humanity and the kingdoms."

Ruby had been eating the sticky, spicy broth while Professor Goodwitch had been speaking. Now, she set the mostly empty bowl down on the dressing table. "Professor, can I ask you a question?"

"If you like, Miss Rose."

"You taught my Mom, didn't you?"

Now Professor Goodwitch smiled for sure, and unlike her earlier smile, it didn't fade so quickly that Ruby couldn't be certain it had ever been there at all. "I had that honour, yes."

"Could you tell me… could you tell me what she was like?" Ruby asked. "Only I don't remember very much about her, and Dad doesn't like to talk about it. It makes him sad."

Professor Goodwitch nodded. "I can understand why. Your mother… Summer Rose didn't always appear to be a very serious student. I have to admit that when I first met her, I thought that she was not serious about studying to become a huntress at all. She laughed easily, she sometimes joked around in class, she sometimes preferred having fun with her friends to doing her homework. But when a fight started – be it a battle against the grimm with lives on the line, a tournament match with the whole of Remnant watching, or a simple sparring match in my class – all of that fell away, and she became incredibly focussed: once the fight had begun, then the fight was all that mattered. She never gave anything less than all of herself in battle; she always fought as if there were lives and kingdoms on the line.

"And if she liked to have fun outside of battle, well… nobody who saw her in action would begrudge her the relaxation."

Ruby smiled. "So, you liked her then?"

"I try not to think about my students in those terms, like or dislike; I'd prefer not to practice favouritism," Professor Goodwitch said primly. "But I respected your mother's skills – it was impossible not to, once you'd witnessed them – and, later, her leadership. She was given the leadership of an exceptionally talented team, the most talented that I've ever seen walk the halls of Beacon until… but Summer mastered the various egos of her teammates and won the respect, and even the affection, of even those least inclined to give it to her."

Based on what she'd read of Mom's diary, Ruby took that to refer to Raven.

"But, perhaps what I remember best of all about your mother was her kindness. No matter the circumstances, Summer's first instinct was always to see what she could do to help. I think she'd be proud that it's a principle you seem to have inherited from her."

Ruby smiled. "Thank you, Professor."

Professor Goodwitch said, "Miss Shimmer will be up to take over watch soon, I believe. Goodnight, Ruby."

"Goodnight, Professor."

XxXxX​

Sunset did indeed relieve Ruby and took up the position that her partner had vacated at the window. There was no need to stand there – she could have chosen anywhere she liked – but Ruby had picked it for a reason: it offered a convenient view of the street outside.

The dead street. As she stood there, at the broken window in this decaying monument to teenage tastes – that man, honestly; who in Remnant or Equestria would find someone like that attractive? He hadn't even bothered to shave! – she tried to imagine what this street, what this city, might have looked like before it died. With her mind's eye, she tried to peel back the rust, the decay, the rot, and the ruin, tried to put the cars back on the roads, to right the bins, to plant flowers and trees in the gardens, even as she killed off all of the encroachments that nature had made.

It was hard, verging upon impossible. This was no small matter to conceive of. Even if she had seen pictures of Mountain Glenn in its brief heyday, she would probably have struggled to reconcile it with what she saw before her now. All human life had fled this place, and it had been claimed by older and by fouler things. To challenge that reclamation was almost beyond her powers of imagination.

She could not imagine how this girl, this Azure, had lived in the fleeting days of this city's glory. For all that she was surrounded by her life, it was nevertheless out of reach of Sunset's ability to conceive of. It was true that human life in Remnant was, in some ways, permanently under siege, but there were places in the world where that fact was hardly felt. As Professor Port had said in his first lesson, the four kingdoms were safe havens, and the point about a safe haven was that it felt safe; in fact, the feeling safe was almost as important as the being safe. People in Atlas, in Vale, in Mistral, they did not feel as though they were squatting in a fortress while outside it grew dark. They felt safe, behind their walls, protected by huntsmen, under the guns of the Atlesian fleet. Had Azure felt safe? Had anyone in Mountain Glenn felt safe?

They trusted the huntsmen to protect them, that's what Ruby said. Sunset… well, she supposed it wasn't too dissimilar from the way it felt to live in Canterlot, which seemed vulnerable to attack and yet escaped attack, and had done for many years. That was the point, in Sunset's eyes, that 'for many years'; Canterlot had proven itself to be a safe place. Sunset wasn't sure that she could have trusted to live in a place like Mountain Glenn, that was new and vulnerable and had no record of protecting its inhabitants.

And yet, Azure had, and so had many others who flocked to Mountain Glenn in hopes of a better and more comfortable existence.

Because they trusted the huntsmen to protect them.

We are not trusted, on our errand of secrecy, but we are no less relied upon.

We are the tip of the spear, and if we are turned aside…


Sunset frowned. They could win. They would win, of that she had no doubt, but… but the cost…

Of the cost, she had grave doubts and misgivings.

How many lives are at stake in this endeavour? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Millions?

How many lives matter to me?

A handful or two, and most of them are downstairs.


It was not very noble of her to admit the fact. It was hardly the sort of thing a hero ought to think, and yet, there it was. She cared little for Vale, or for those who lived there. Who did she even know who lived in Vale? Skystar Aris, Cardin's ex? Her cousins, whom she had met once? Jaune's friend who worked in the ice cream parlour? Four people, and all of them tenuous acquaintances at best.

And Flash. She would not see Flash die, not now, not after… not ever, if she was being honest with herself.

Flash's life, if no other, was worth the salvation of Vale to her, and yet…

And yet…

Sunset looked down upon the dead city as she contemplated the 'and yet.' Soteria felt very heavy across her back, the sword of Achates Kommenos, the sword bestowed on her from the treasures of the Nikos family, the sword carried into battle for the last Emperor.

Only one side fought for a just cause, but be in no doubt that there were heroes on both sides. Isn't that right, Professor?

If Achates could be a hero in an unjust cause, then though she made her cause the little band beneath then… did that even rise to the level of injustice? Was universality required to be just? Did she have to care for those she fought for to do her job?

No, but… it would probably be good if I didn't resent the possibility that my friends might die for their sake.

And she did resent the possibility. Here, alone in the night, with nobody and nothing to take her mind off it, Sunset found herself confronted with the inescapable fact of that resentment. Wherefore should Pyrrha die, the Evenstar of Mistral snuffed out, a noble and an ancient line extinguished, for the base and ignoble herd of Vale. For Vale? What was Vale to Sunset Shimmer, when set against Pyrrha, against Ruby, against Jaune or Blake or even Rainbow Dash? Wherefore should they die that Vale should live?

Wherefore should Cinder die, that Vale should live? That… that was rotten ice indeed to tread on, yet Sunset's thoughts inclined in that direction nonetheless. If ever there was a thought that Sunset would not dare voice aloud, it was that she valued the life of her enemy more than those that she was charged to protect. And yet, here, all alone in the night, she could not deny it. Cinder was… Cinder was brilliant: intelligent, erudite, witty, charming; perhaps that had all been a mask, but Sunset did not believe it so. She was worth more than life had granted her. Worth as much more than Vale as many in the company that slumbered down below.

None of them would see it that way. Pyrrha, Ruby, Blake, and even Jaune would not; Ciel would not, Penny would not… Sunset was not so sure of Rainbow Dash. She sought the mantle of the true hero, aped the swaggering soldier's part, mouthed the pieties of a daughter of the North, but Sunset thought she could see through that, to all the fears that lay beneath. If she ripped off her glove, strode downstairs, and grabbed Rainbow by the arm, Sunset would wager she'd feel as much fear in there as Atlesian pride and esprit de corps. Not for herself; Sunset didn't think Rainbow Dash a coward, but for Applejack and Fluttershy held captive, for Twilight, for her teammates, for Blake, even for Team Sapphire. She was a leader, and like Sunset, she shared a leader's fear for those set under her. She shared the fear that Blake was too in love with death – although she didn't know Ruby well enough to detect that same sickness.

Rainbow… Rainbow might understand. Or she might not. There was no way that Sunset was going to talk to her about it to find out.

As for the rest… Pyrrha was set above the common run of men in part by her willingness to give all for those same men, Blake and Ruby's flaws needed no further elaboration, Ciel was the Altesian soldier Rainbow Dash only pretended to be, Penny had been made for this, and Jaune… Jaune had too kind a heart to be as selfish as Sunset was with these wild thoughts.

He was too humble to set himself above the vulgar general.

Sunset turned towards the door as she heard a board creak outside.

"I'm sorry," Pyrrha said, holding both hands up as she walked into the room. "I didn't mean to startle you."

Sunset frowned. "It can't be time for you to relieve me already."

"No," Pyrrha admitted. "I… I couldn't sleep."

"You should try," Sunset said softly.

"I know," Pyrrha conceded, but nevertheless, she did not go back downstairs but walked to the window where Sunset stood, standing beside her. Her fair skin seemed almost ethereal under the light of the shattered moon, as though she were a rich garment made of silk, not flesh and blood. The light upon her circlet gleamed more silver than gold, as if a shining star were set upon her brown. "But I fear that I will find sleep difficult in this place."

"Because it's so icky?" Sunset suggested.

Pyrrha glanced at her, looking as if she wasn't sure if Sunset was joking or not.

"I am not looking forward to trying to lie down amidst all this," Sunset continued. "We shall probably all need to be disinfected when we get home, you do realise that?"

The corners of Pyrrha's lips twitched upwards. "When we are home, I will endure such a thing, and much else, gladly. For it will mean that we are home, and away from this terrible place."

"You dislike it for more than the dirt," Sunset murmured.

"Do you not?" Pyrrha asked. "I feel… I feel as though you especially must feel how oppressive it is to be here."

"I, especially?"

"You are the most ambitious person I know," Pyrrha explained. A sigh escaped her lips as she looked out of the window. "And this city mocks ambition, does it not?"

"You are in a melancholy mood, aren't you?" Sunset muttered.

"Am I wrong?" Pyrrha asked.

Sunset hesitated for a moment. "No," she confessed. "No, you are not wrong. Even if Atlas should fall from the sky, it could scarcely be a greater monument to the hubris of men than this vast mausoleum." She paused. "Now, see, the reason I know that Rainbow Dash isn't behind me right now is that she'd be choking to hear me say something like that."

Pyrrha marred her own features ever so slightly with a tiny frown. "Are you trying to cheer me up?" she asked.

"Evidently, it isn't working," Sunset replied.

Pyrrha didn't respond to that. She looked away from Sunset, out of the window. "Do you think-?" she murmured. "Do you think that when they built this place, when they made their plans, when they encouraged people to come here, do you think they ever believed that it could fail so catastrophically?"

"If they did, they hopefully wouldn't have gone ahead with their plans," Sunset remarked. "We… we rarely see how wrong things can go; that is what separates hubris from bad luck, no?"

"Perhaps it was simply ill fortune," Pyrrha said softly.

"With an enterprise upon this scale, there was surely some pride involved," Sunset insisted. "And now, that pride is dead."

"Like so much else," Pyrrha agreed. "And mocks all other kind of pride by its mere existence."

"You are proud," Sunset acknowledged. "But you are not… the hubris of this place is not in you."

"Is it not? If hubris is not in one who seeks to save the world, then where shall it be found?" Pyrrha asked. "I feel… in this place, I fear… the thought will not leave me that-"

"That this is the fate of all things?" Sunset guessed. "That our best efforts will be as vain as though who came before us in this place? That is not your vanity revolting; that is your good heart letting the fears that rise like odour from this ruin. Be glad you are not blessed with darker thoughts."

"Such as?"

"What kind of team leader would I be to put my burdens upon my subordinates?"

"What kind of friend refuses to share their burden with a friend?" Pyrrha countered.

"The friend whose burden is one of leadership, mine and mine alone," Sunset declared, half turning away to signify that the matter was closed. How could I tell you that my fear is that you will die for a city unworthy of you? Even to say that you are too good a girl for Vale would revolt you, or I fear it would be so.

Pyrrha was silent a moment. "You fear to lose Ruby."

"I fear to lose any one of you," Sunset admitted, the words slipping from her mouth. "Perhaps it is simply that this place inclines to thoughts of death, but I fear this mission could make martyrs as easily as heroes."

Pyrrha glanced down at the floor. "If that is our fate."

"I would not have it so!" Sunset hissed.

"Nor would I," Pyrrha agreed. "I would have many years yet… and yet-"

"Don't say 'ten thousand fates of death lie all around us,'" Sunset said.

"And yet, our cause may require it," Pyrrha said. "And how could we refuse so just a cause as this when it demands a sacrifice in blood?" She shuddered. "I will be glad to leave this place; it breeds such sad and melancholy thoughts as easily as it breeds fungus on the walls."

"I fear such thoughts will tend your way wherever you go," Sunset replied.

"And your thoughts?" Pyrrha asked. "Will they be cheered to be away from Mountain Glenn?"

"That depends if we are all away from Mountain Glenn," Sunset muttered. "I would have it so – I mean to have it so if it is at all within my power – but… I fear it is not in that power to safeguard all our lives."

"Then we must trust that we have power combined to safeguard one another," Pyrrha said. She paused for a moment, looking out of the window into the dead city street. "I wish we fought this battle somewhere else," she declared.

"Mhmm," Sunset agreed.

Pyrrha continued to look out of the window for a moment longer. "Sunset… would you like to hear a joke?"

Sunset blinked. "A joke?"

"Even in this dark place, perhaps especially, we should try and lighten our moods as best we can, no?" Pyrrha explained.

"I suppose," Sunset conceded. "But all the same… I don't think I've heard you tell a joke before." She folded her arms. "This will either be very good, or it will be terrible."

Pyrrha hesitated. "How many Mistralians does it take to change a light?"

Sunset's eyes narrowed. "I don't know. How many Mistralians does it take?"

"One," Pyrrha replied. "But in the grand old days of the empire, hundreds of servants would change a thousand lights upon our slightest whim."

Sunset stared at her.

"I'm sorry," Pyrrha said, cringing away. "That wasn't very good, was it?"

"It might come better from someone who didn't still have hundreds of servants."

"I do not have hundreds of servants," Pyrrha insisted. "I have about three dozen, or at least, my mother does."

"Even so."

"Even so, I'm sorry," Pyrrha said. "I should have told you a funny story instead."

"You don't have to."

"Humour me," Pyrrha said. "Please. I cannot sleep in this place, and I do not like the thoughts it breeds in me."

"Nor I," Sunset admitted. "Say on, then."

"Thank you," Pyrrha murmured. "In Mistral, it used to be a custom that the armies of the realm would bring certain chickens, sacred to Seraphis, with them on campaign. Auguries were read into their behaviour, to the extent that no battle could be fought unless the chickens had eaten that day."

Sunset's eyebrows rose. "Sacred chickens?"

"Indeed," Pyrrha confirmed. "There are some who say that my ancestor brought his defeat in the Great War upon himself by giving battle although the chickens had not eaten that day, and that if he had waited until another day when the chickens ate, he would have overthrown the Valish King."

"I'm not sure the Last King would have given him the chance," Sunset replied.

"Perhaps not," Pyrrha agreed. "In any case, though there are no more Mistralian armies now, the tradition has been inherited in the arena. No day of matches, though it has been scheduled on every television network, can be held unless the chickens eat."

"Surely, that can't be a rare occurrence," Sunset said quietly.

"You would not think so, but it once caused considerable embarrassment," Pyrrha told her. "You see, the final of the tournament is traditionally held on a weekend, to ensure that everyone can see it either live or on television without work getting in the way, and so when the chickens flatly refused to eat, the whole thing had to be postponed for an entire week."

"When was this?"

"Two years ago," Pyrrha said. "Every Saturday, Arslan and I would go to the Temple of Seraphis not far from the Colosseum, and every Saturday, we would watch the chickens flat out refuse to touch their feed, to which the priests and the officiants could only shrug and say that it would have to be postponed again. One month, this went on, with the television people getting increasingly frustrated and even the fans beginning to grow restive. And so, on the fifth week, I went to the temple alone because Arslan was nowhere to be seen – or so I thought. When I got there, I discovered that Arslan had beaten me to it, wearing a chicken costume and making clucking noises, bending down to mime eating corn off the ground. And when I asked her what in Mistral she was doing, she told me that she was reminding them of what to do, since they had clearly forgotten how to feed themselves."

"I do not believe a single word of that actually happened," Sunset declared. She grinned. "But I think it would be marvellous if it did."

"It's all true," Pyrrha insisted. "Every word of it."

"I know that Mistral is a land steeped in tradition, but that's a bit much," Sunset replied. "All the same… it doesn't need to be true to be a good story." She scratched the back of her head with one hand. "Did you… I don't suppose that-?"

"I did go down to the farm in the morning, before Professor Ozpin's speech," Pyrrha admitted. "I know that they aren't sacred animals, but still."

"Did they eat?" Sunset couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," Pyrrha said, after only a slight hesitation.

"Thank you for telling me that too," Sunset said.

"Of course," Pyrrha murmured. "Sunset?"

"Yes?"

"Since we're both awake, would you like to see if we can start training your semblance now?"

Sunset considered it for a moment. It wasn't something that she particularly wanted to do, but on the other hand, they both seemed as though they could use all the distractions available to them right now.

"Very well," she said. "Where do we begin?"
 
Chapter 103 - Right Where I Want Them
Right Where I Want Them​



Cinder stood atop one of the high buildings beneath Mountain Glenn, upon one of the pinnacles of the subterranean under-city, and looked out across this dark, eternally enshrouded world.

There was little light here. The men who built this place had attempted to illuminate the ceiling, had even attempted to apply a touch of artistry to their endeavour, but it was a faint effort, insignificant in the face of the darkness with which that light contended. Even the street lights that had been erected to light the way beneath her lofty place had failed long ago.

Darkness ruled here, darkness and death, and in the darkness, it made a natural home for grimm and faunus both alike.

Or so she would have thought, at least. The White Fang had rather spoiled the effect by stringing some lights around the edges of their camp, the areas that they most frequently patrolled, the places that they looted for their supplies. Crude dust lamps and portable camp lights beat against the darkness.

The faunus – most faunus – could see in the dark, and yet, they feared it nonetheless.

They feared to be here in this dead place.

For herself, Cinder felt no fear. She felt only… anticipation.

They had come. Sunset and all the rest. They thought they had been discreet, landing upon the outskirts of the city, but the eyes of the White Fang were not blind, and their airship had been observed. Nevertheless, Cinder had let them land. No, there was no 'nevertheless' about it. Cinder had let them land because she wanted them to land, she wanted them to come here into the darkness, she wanted them to play the parts that she had written for them.

She wanted Sunset to prove to her, once and for all, that Cinder had not misjudged her nature: selfish and callous.

Considering the circumstances of her flight from Beacon, considering that she had had but very little time to devise a new plan after the collapse of the old one, all things considered, Cinder felt that she had every right to feel pleased with herself. In just a day, she had composed a new drama, prepared the stage, cast her actors and her clowns.

Some of those clowns were a little unhappy about their parts, but Cinder cared not. The structure of this alliance was not flat, but mountainous, with her standing alone at the summit, in the stratosphere. She saw all things and decided all things, and they should think themselves honoured to be allowed to act in accordance with the dictates of her lofty vantage.

Destiny was driving them on, inexorable and immutable, bearing them swiftly forth to immortality, to glory beyond imagining, to power beyond challenge.

The hour was near. The curtain was set to rise. All things were in preparation. She had her enemies right where she wanted them.

Cinder looked out across the city. She had already plotted out the route her enemies should take. The route that she wished them to take.

The route she would make sure they took.

She wondered for a moment how they were feeling up there, with the stars overhead; were they confident? Did they think that they stood a chance at besting her? Were they nervous? Did they fear to go into the dead city? Did they shiver in apprehension? Did Rainbow Dash want another crack at her, did proud Pyrrha Nikos eagerly anticipate smiting Cinder to lay her low amongst the bodies, or did they tremble at the thought of their situation?

It mattered not. Be they ever so bold-hearted, be they ever so wary and so nervous, the outcome would not change.

All things would proceed precisely as she willed.

It was fitting that it should begin here. She had not, admittedly, chosen the location not for any reason of poetry but because it happened to offer access into Vale, but the more she thought about it, the more glad she became that fortune had brought her hence.

This place was a monument to the arrogance of men, to their pride, to their vanity, to their delusional belief that they could withstand the powers of death and darkness, hold off the grimm indefinitely, that the world would bend to their 'progress.' And the world in all its terror had reminded men that it was not so.

How fitting, then, that this should be the place where Ozpin's vanity would start to crumble; where the Mistralian pride of Pyrrha Nikos, the Atlesian bravado of Rainbow Dash, all of it would turn to dust and ashes here in the dark, as the hubris of Vale had done before.

And as for Sunset… this would be the great tragedy of her life.

Until, or unless, she accepted the truth: that there was no place for the likes of her in the ranks of the defenders of humanity.

Cinder glanced upwards; she could not see the stars, of course, but she was aware of them, hanging far above, looking upon the world even as Cinder dwelt below, both of them gazing upon the surface of the world from different places.

She had been born under the sign of Python, the great serpent, and thus, according to those who read auguries into such things, she was destined to be cunning, false, and treacherous. Cinder, for all that she was sustained by her belief in the inevitability of her own destiny more than by food or water, was not certain whether she believed that. Whether she wished to believe that. Was she who she was, and as she was, because the stars decreed it so? Or had she been made thus by Phoebe Kommenos, and would have been thus Cinder Fall had the fairest stars twinkled down upon her orphaning?

Pyrrha Nikos, of course, had been born under the sign of the Three Horses, the steeds that had pulled the chariot of her namesake long ago; that meant that she was valiant-hearted and noble in her spirit. Not content with such, upon her birthday, a comet had streaked across the sky, portending greatness for the Evenstar of Mistral.

Or would she have been Pyrrha Nikos anyway, showered with all the gifts the world could bless her with, had she been born 'neath Python as Cinder had?

Cinder believed in destiny. It was her comfort and her consolation on cold dark nights, it excused her failures, it promised brighter days to come, it promised greatness and glory and power and all the treasures of this world. It promised that one day she would have no more need to hide in darkness, one day she would stand on the pinnacle under the light of the sun and all would bow before her.

She believed, and yet… and yet… and yet, why was it her destiny to suffer as she had, to endure all that she had? Why did destiny torment her so before it would grant her reward?

Destiny was her comfort, but there were times also when it felt like a curse.

It mattered not. If the fault was in her stars or in herself, nevertheless, here she stood, high above the rest, waiting.

And yet, she wondered about Sunset's star. What star had made her, what celestial body had gifted her with such power?

How had she come by the magic that she wielded as if by right?

There would be time to learn that, and all the other answers she desired. Sunset would see, once this battle was done, once she was forced to choose, then she would understand that there was no place for her in the armies of the self-righteous, no place amongst Ozpin's pristine white chess pieces. She belonged in the ranks of the unworthy, the outcast and the unclean, amongst those who must help themselves because the world gave them no succour.

She belonged at Cinder's side.

"Cinder?"

Cinder looked over her shoulder. Emerald stood behind her, cringing apologetically at the interruption, as well she should.

She tries to serve you well.

Cinder frowned at that. That nagging little voice in her head, those feelings that she could not place, they had died down since her flight from Beacon, but vestiges of them yet fluttered in her mind and soul.

She knew not where they came from, but they prodded at her nonetheless.

"Straighten your back, Emerald, and do not fear me," she said softly. "I will not harm you."

"Of course you won't!" Emerald said, though her voice trembled regardless. "I just… I know that you don't like being disturbed when you're thinking."

"It is of little consequence; I had reached the end of my thoughts in any case," Cinder informed her. "What do you want?"

"Adam wants you," Emerald told her.

"I see," Cinder said softly. "Thank you for telling me." She stared towards the staircase leading down to the street level of the underground.

Emerald hesitated for a moment. "Cinder?"

Cinder stopped, almost level with Emerald herself. "Yes?"

Emerald glanced away. "This new plan… the White Fang… they're all going to die, aren't they?"

Cinder's expression was without expression. "Yes," she answered, plainly and without evasion. "Very likely most of them will."

"Then why?"

Cinder smirked. "Why what?" she asked, a touch of amusement flavouring her voice.

"Why throw them all away?" Emerald asked.

"Why do you care?" Cinder asked archly. "Are you beginning to sympathise with these faunus?"

"They are our allies," Emerald pointed out quietly. "And they could… couldn't they be useful?"

"For what?" Cinder asked her.

"They're an army," Emerald said.

"No, they are an armed rabble who think themselves an army," Cinder replied. "They would fall to pieces if deployed in battle against real soldiers. Yes, it is true, I had originally intended to unleash them upon Vale, but without the distractions that would have been provided by the virus and its attendant havoc upon General Ironwood's toys, I am afraid there is no way that this host can be trusted to accomplish anything if hurled against the walls of Vale. All that they would do is die, and therefore," – her smile widened – "better that they should do it in service to some meaningful purpose, no?"

"I… I suppose so," Emerald conceded. "But still…"

"The bloodshed shocks you?" Cinder asked.

"No!" Emerald said immediately. "Well, I suppose…"

"No great undertaking has ever been achieved without bloodshed in the history of Remnant," Cinder told her. "And this will be no exception. The path ahead will be difficult, and we must make sacrifices to achieve our ambitions… but that is how we know the reward will be worth our toil. Now come. Let us not keep Adam waiting any longer."

Emerald trailed behind Cinder, dogging at her heels, as Cinder descended down into the street and returned to the White Fang camp. She did not miss the way they looked at her, the hostility in their eyes. Most of these faunus had as little love for her as Gilda had; even Adam, the most outwardly cooperative of them, served her only out of desperation, not love or loyalty.

She cared not. She did not need their love or their loyalty; she only needed their obedience, for just a little while longer. So let them stare, let them glare, let them wonder why they bent their necks and backs to a human, let them question why Adam obeyed her instructions as he did, let them wonder everything and anything and wait for the day they would be free of her influence.

The day of liberty was coming soon, after all.

She found Adam near the train, with a map of the under-city resting upon a folding table, illuminated by a small lamp, the dull yellow glow of which spread out across the paper. The map was hand-drawn and crude in places; it had been drawn by the White Fang themselves as they scouted the area when they moved in; as might be expected, they didn't have access to the old plans and blueprints held in the archives of Vale.

She trusted this map more; it was based on live experience and accurate to the moment. Sunset and the rest would be relying on charts twenty years out of date, without reference to the destruction of buildings, the opening up of sinkholes and the like. She hoped they weren't too inconvenienced by it. If they were inconvenienced too much, then that might inconvenience her, and that was something she did not want.

Indeed, she might go so far as to say that she could not afford it.

This new plan of hers would be brilliant… but it would also be tight. If anything went slightly wrong, then it would all fall apart and be for nothing.

She would not let that happen.

Adam was alone. Cinder was glad of that. She didn't want to have to argue with Gilda or have to compete with the bird faunus for influence over Adam.

She preferred to have him all to herself. It made it so much easier to get what she wanted.

As she approached, she could not help but rub her victory in a little, saying, "No Gilda?"

Adam grunted. "I thought we'd be more productive without her."

"Or did you simply grow tired of her carping?" Cinder asked.

"She is my second," Adam reminded her. "She is due her candour."

"She is the worst kind of second," Cinder said. "She abuses her freedoms, complains in the safety of speculation, and claims foresight in disasters that never happen."

"That have not happened yet," Adam replied. "The journey is not yet done."

Cinder leaned forwards, placing her hands upon the table. "Do you doubt me, Adam? Do you fear that I am leading you astray?" She stared into the eye-slits of his mask as though she could see through it to the eyes beneath. "All that I have promised you will come to pass: victory, the destruction of your enemies-"

"Then why does Blake sleep soundly up above?" Adam demanded. "Why do the whores who stole her from me sleep sound when I could descend upon them right now?"

Call Sunset a whore again, and I will rip out your tongue. Cinder took pause a moment, if only so that she could speak without undue anger. "The time is not yet come."

"When?"

"Not yet," Cinder insisted. "We must play this out a little longer. What is it that you want, Adam? Is your revenge more important to you than your cause?"

Adam bared his teeth at her. "I want her to suffer."

"And she will," Cinder promised. "Believe me. Trust me. Now, have your people removed all of the booby traps from New Street Station?"

"Most of them," Adam replied tersely.

Cinder raised a single curious eyebrow. "'Most of them'?"

"We did not make careful notes of where we placed every trap," Adam snapped. "And I lost three men from accidentally setting off our own devices; I would not risk any more combing through that place looking for bombs that we have forgotten. Our enemies will have to take their chances." He paused. "Besides, if they do stumble across a few traps, it will make the station seem like less of a trap, don't you think?"

Cinder grunted. He had a point, as much as she was loath to admit the fact. Upon arriving at Mountain Glenn, the White Fang had boobytrapped most of the subway stations that provided entrance to the underground from above, to prevent them from being used to attack them and to avoid having to spare men to guard them. But Cinder had decided that the best station for SAPR and RSPT to enter through would be New Street, the largest and grandest of Mountain Glenn's stations, and so, she had ordered the White Fang to dismantle their traps there to make things easier… and more tempting.

But things could be too tempting. Sunset and Pyrrha were not stupid; they would know when a thing was too easy. It might, indeed, be good if they had to do a little work to get down here.

"Once they have descended," Cinder said, ignoring Adam's last comment, "they will have to move through this mall adjoining the station. I will have them emerge from this east entrance and proceed down this road," – she traced the road, long and straight, with her finger – "towards the rail yard."

"You think they know we're here?" Adam asked.

"I think they're not to be underestimated," Cinder replied. She had already underestimated them once, to her cost. "They know that there are only a few locations in this city large enough to camp an army encumbered by dust and gear of war. Speaking of dust, have you detonated all of the escape exits along the tunnel?" Some of the exits had been sealed by the Valish themselves after the fall of Mountain Glenn, to prevent grimm from popping up too close to Vale itself undetected, but others – the ones closer to Mountain Glenn itself – had remained. Cinder was determined to close such easy outs.

"I don't know why you had us waste so much dust," Adam grumbled.

"Was it done?" Cinder demanded.

"Yes," Adam admitted.

"Good," Cinder replied.

"Are you going to explain why?"

"No," Cinder said. "I don't think I will."

Adam exhaled loudly out of his nostrils. "This may be your plan, but these are my men, my resources-"

"Resources which you obtained with my help," Cinder reminded him, cutting him off. "You would not have dared to dream of this without me. Do not forget that." She stared at him, her gaze like smouldering embers burning into him until he looked away, like a spurned dog fearful of its master's wrath. Cinder smiled. "In order to delay the progress of our enemies until the train is ready to depart, my team will ambush them as they head down this road."

"'Ambush'?" Adam repeated. "There are probably nine of them and only four of you, and she is no fighter." He gestured to Emerald with a nod of his head.

"I can fight!" Emerald squawked in outrage.

Adam smirked. "Can you?" he asked, his tone one of sceptical amusement. "Not well enough."

"I-"

"Quiet," Cinder said, holding up one hand to stay Emerald's tongue. "Perhaps Emerald is not the greatest of warriors," she conceded, ignoring the sound of Emerald sucking in her breath behind her, "but she has other talents that will aid in our success, and in any case, Mercury, Lightning, and myself are all more than capable of picking up the slack."

She believed every word that she had spoken, and yet… and yet, there was a part of her that wished for more men, not out of fear but because she wished to fight Pyrrha alone, one on one; that would be difficult to do with only Mercury and Lightning to distract the others and keep them from piling in on Pyrrha's side.

Pyrrha might be honourable enough to engage her in single combat, but those around her were from a different tradition and could not be trusted to observe the Mistralian way.

And yet, what could she do about it? Even if her pride would unbend sufficiently to ask Adam for troops, any forces he could supply would be, on the evidence, hopelessly inadequate.

"We should weaken their numbers now," Adam insisted.

"I have said no!" Cinder snarled, and for a moment, a spark of flame blazed in the corner of her eye as she slammed her palm down upon the table. "We are not here to indulge your thirst for bloodshed!"

"Whose thirst are we here to indulge?" Adam asked.

"Sarcasm does not become you, Adam Taurus," Cinder said coldly. "Put her aside. Put all your anger towards her aside. Focus on the prize, the real prize. I am about to make you immortal; when this plan is complete, you will be the faunus who breached the defences of Vale. The name of Adam Taurus will never be forgotten. Is that not what you wish? To be lionised above all the other heroes of the freedom struggle? Is that not worth a little restraint?"

Adam was silent. His hands clenched into fists. His body trembled. Cinder could see his desires warring within him, his zeal for acclaim warring with his desire for retribution.

She had come to him, above all others, because he was like her. She had seen that from the moment that she'd seen him. Yes, there were others that she could have approached – mercenaries, rogue huntsmen – and she had gone to the White Fang, yes, because they had large forces, but… but when she had looked at Adam's face, for all that he tried to hide himself being a mask, she had known: here was someone she could understand. Someone who had known the cruelty of the world, who knew what it was to be powerless.

Someone who wanted power and glory and all the things that he had been denied.

Someone who wanted to take revenge on those who had wronged him.

Cinder would be lying if she claimed she did not understand that too, but he would have to learn restraint – and patience – as she had. There would be time for settling scores later.

Well, perhaps.

"'Lionised'?" Adam repeated.

"You will be their hero," Cinder said.

Adam snorted. "I am already that."

"Of course you are," Cinder added quickly. "The Sword of the Faunus, but how much higher will you be raised in the general esteem when your sword descends upon Vale? You will have done what not even Ares Claudandus dared to do and put one of the four kingdoms to the torch! No faunus will have ever risen higher. No one will have risen so high since ancient times when first the topless towers of Mistral burned, nor will rise again, most likely. You will have earned your place in history: to the faunus, a hero to be celebrated while the race of faunus lasts; to men, a monster to terrify the children for untold generations yet to come."

He smiled. He tried to conceal his glee at the prospect, but he smiled nonetheless. "Very well," he growled. "Let them have their lives for just a little longer. How do you intend to ensure that they go where they will and nowhere else?"

Cinder smiled. "The grimm will herd them; I do not think they will be eager to engage in unnecessary fighting; they will avoid the grimm concentrations, and seek out areas where the grimm are not."

"And the grimm will not descend upon them?"

"No more than they have descended upon you and your forces," Cinder replied. She smiled. "The grimm do not move save by my command. They are as quiescent as an army awaiting the bugle call."

"I see," Adam muttered. "Very well then." He began to turn away, but stopped. "Unless there's anything else?"

"No," Cinder replied. "Nothing else that we need to discuss."

"Good," Adam said, and walked away.

Cinder watched him go. "Emerald?" she murmured.

"Yes, Cinder?"

"Follow him, discreetly," Cinder told her. "Let me know if he does anything… unwise."

"You don't trust him?"

"He is at war within himself," Cinder informed her. "I am not yet certain the battle is concluded."

"I see," Emerald murmured. "I won't let you down!"

"If I thought you would, I wouldn't have set you to do it," Cinder replied blithely. "Off you go."

With Emerald sent upon her way, Cinder… Cinder had nothing to do but wait. She could not sleep. She was driven beyond the need for sleep, gnawed at by a hunger that would not let her rest. When she closed her eyes, no dreams would come; there was nothing but a blackness, a void in which she was lost with her thoughts, in which her desires warred with her fears.

She could not sleep. For her ambitions, she had murdered sleep. The wings of destiny had carried her beyond the need for rest.

She had all the dreams that she required here in the waking world.

Nevertheless, she did not wish that fact to become too widely known, lest she be looked at with even more suspicion than she already was – if some of the White Fang knew why she required no sleep, their hostility might become outright mutiny – and so, she retired to her billet, an abandoned bar not far from the railway yard which might have been intended to serve the workers when their shifts ended. It was a little way away from the White Fang camp, but not too far, and it was private. It had solid walls through which none could see that Cinder would sleep no more.

"All things are prepared?" the voice of Salem emerged out of the darkness a moment before the light of the Seer began to illuminate the empty bar. The grimm sphere clicked as it glided through the air towards her.

Cinder descended to one knee. "Everything, Mistress. The White Fang have proved to be capable servants. In a short time, they have prepared everything as I wished."

"Not quite as you wished," Salem corrected. "Do not forget that this plan was conceived in haste after the collapse of your first."

Cinder gritted her teeth. "Yes, Mistress, but this new plan will succeed. It may even be more successful than the first."

"Do not grow overconfident so soon after a crushing failure," Salem admonished her, her voice sharpening and acquiring a bite like a beowolf. "Leave crowing over your success until after the battle."

"Yes," Cinder muttered. "Of course."

"Cinder," Salem said softly. "I do not say these things to hurt you. I have every confidence in your abilities and your devious new scheme. So much confidence do I have that this will be the last time that we speak for a while, until Arthur reaches you with a new Seer."

"'A new Seer'?" Cinder repeated. "What is going to happen to-?"

"You tell me that Ozpin has taken a new group of young protégés into his service," Salem said. "I want to see for myself what they're made of. Ozpin always makes such… interesting choices. Some so strong, others so very weak. I want to observe this latest class and perhaps see for myself which will break in spirit… and which shall have to be consumed in body."

XxXxX​

The fire dust crystal glowed a dull and angry-looking red, casting its light around the little campfire cooker, as the brine in the pan on top of the cooker began to boil, cooking the hot dogs within.

Winona, the dog that Gilda was looking after for Applejack, raised her head and sniffed the air; her tongue hung out of her mouth a little bit as she panted eagerly.

"Yeah, yeah, they're almost done," Gilda murmured, reaching out with one hand to pat the dog upon the head as she watched the brine boil and the sausages cook before her eyes. With a fork that was mostly free form rust – everywhere that would touch the food, at least – she prodded the little hot dogs – they came out of a can, which meant they were small and probably barely qualified as hot dogs, but they were the right kind of sausage, and the best that you were going to find in Mountain Glenn – around in the pan as the brownish liquid bubbled up and began to spit up at her, the hot droplets dissipating harmlessly off her aura.

It was at that point that Gilda knew the hot dogs were done, so she skewered them, one by one, out of the pan and onto a plastic plate, before turning off the cooker and pouring out the brine onto the ground away from Winona or her feet.

"We don't have any buns," Gilda said apologetically, as much to herself as to Winona, as she picked up a warm hot dog between her fingers. "But I guess that won't bother you so much, will it, huh?"

Winona barked and started to devour the hot dog out of Gilda's hand, wolfing down the sausage in quick, eager bites, before licking Gilda's fingers for any tasty trace that remained.

"That's the spirit," Gilda said. "Fill your boots, girl."

"Why do you have that dog?"

Gilda looked up and around. Strongheart stood nearby, arms folded, watching her with curiosity in her eyes.

Gilda straightened up. "Somebody has to," she said. "Unless you want to kill her."

"No," Strongheart said immediately. "But…"

"But what?"

"It's an Atlas dog."

Gilda snorted. "It's a dog. I don't think it knows anything about Atlas."

"You know what I mean," Strongheart insisted. "It belongs to an Atlas huntress."

"It's still just a dog, and it needs taking care of," Gilda replied. "Hungry?" She held out the plate with its remaining hot dogs.

Strongheart sat down and gingerly reached out to pluck a hot dog from off the plate. "Some people say," she began, but then started eating.

Gilda let her chew for a moment. "'Some people say-'?" she prodded.

Strongheart swallowed. "You know what they say."

"That I'm too soft on the Atlesians?" Gilda suggested.

Strongheart nodded. "That you should let them get what's coming to them."

"Those people can kiss my ass," Gilda spat. "That's not who we are."

Strongheart didn't reply.

Gilda looked at her. "What do you think?" she demanded as she skewered a sausage on the end of her fork and bit down on it.

Strongheart took a moment to say, "I think Cinder should have killed them both, like they killed my father. But… since she didn't kill them… I don't think we should hurt them."

Gilda swallowed, nodding slowly. "Because it's the right thing, what we do; we fight who we have to, and we hurt who we have to, but we don't enjoy it." Except for the ones that do.

"And you'd say that even if they weren't friends of your friend?"

"Rainbow Dash isn't my friend no more, and they certainly aren't," Gilda insisted, even though she would have preferred it the other way around. "But one of them isn't even a huntress; she's got no business being mixed up in all this."

Strongheart frowned. "What do you think will happen to them?"

Gilda sighed. "I've got no idea," she admitted. She didn't know, and it worried her, honestly. The obvious answer was that whatever her ladyship wanted to happen to them would happen, which might be letting them go or more likely would mean killing them both. And when she made that decision, Gilda wouldn't be able to protect them any longer, because Gilda…

Gilda would probably be dead herself.

Unless… maybe I could get them out sooner. But get them out where? It's a long way to Vale; maybe Dashie could pick them up? But then, she'd know where we were.

Except we'll be on the move before she has a chance to do anything about it, the pace that Cinder's setting now.


"You're thinking about letting them go, aren't you?" Strongheart asked.

"You're too smart for your own good, kid," Gilda replied. "Or my own good, at least."

"Why?" Strongheart demanded. "Why would you even think about something like that?"

"Because if I do nothing when I know they'll die, if I let that happen, then it's no different than if I killed them myself," Gilda declared.

"Is that it?" Strongheart asked. "Is that the only reason?"

Gilda frowned. "What other reason would there be?"

"You don't want to be on the train," Strongheart said.

Gilda chuckled. "If I'm not on the train, it will be because Adam cuts me in half for what I did, might do, whatever. The point is, this isn't about me finding an excuse to run away. Trust me, if I wanted to leave, I could have done it a while ago."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because as much as I think that this is a terrible idea, I owe it to the rest of you to be there when it all goes down."

"And see that you're wrong," Strongheart said.

Gilda was silent for a little while. She chewed. She swallowed. The softness of the hot dog did not alleviate the slightly sour taste in her mouth. "I'm not wrong," she said quietly. She closed her eyes for a moment. "Strongheart," she said, "what do you think is going to happen? When we burst out from underground and into Vale, then what?"

Strongheart's brow furrowed in thought. "Then… then we win," she said, as though it were some kind of game, and they'd just met the victory conditions. "We take them by surprise; we-"

"And how long is that going to last?" Gilda demanded. She put her plate aside – down on the ground, where Winona could devour the remaining sausages – and got to her feet. "You're right, when we break through, we'll have surprise on our side, and because we've caught our enemies by surprise, we'll get the chance to flood through the streets without anyone getting in our way except maybe a couple of cops in the wrong place at the wrong time. But how long do you think that is going to last, huh? Minutes, is my guess. Minutes before the Atlesian airships coming swooping down on us, guns strafing us in the streets. You've never been under air attack, have you?"

Strongheart shook her head. "You?"

"Once," Gilda said. "I doubt I'll ever forget it."

"Were you afraid?"

"I was helpless," Gilda told her. "And so was Blake, and Perry, and Cotton, and everyone else, whether they had a gun or not. They were up in the sky, hitting us from far out of our range, and there was nothing we could do except hide and pray!"

"Couldn't you-?"

"Fly up at them? Yeah, I tried that, and I nearly got my wings shot off," Gilda snapped. "That's what we'll be up against when the surprise wears off, all their airships hitting us, while we can't do a thing about it."

"The Paladins-"

"They'll get taken out first," Gilda said. "They'll hit those with rockets, then they'll open up their cannons on the rest of us on foot. Those of us who aren't shot down, or blown up will have to take cover inside the nearest building we can get into, and at that point, our momentum will be gone, the attack will be stalled out, and we'll be done. We might not be dead, but we'll be done. The Paladins can't hide, so they'll be picked off if they haven't been blown up already. And then…" She sighed. "And then it's a question of whether or not the Atlesians are willing to blow up parts of Vale bombing us out or whether they'll send in their androids ahead of their infantry and their specialists to go house to house, hunting us down like rats. And that's without mentioning the grimm coming up behind us, because they'll be hunting us too! That… that's the only future that I see for us when we get on that train. And I wish it weren't so, believe me, I wish it weren't so, but… but I can't lie about it. I won't. Not to please Adam or to make you feel better."

Strongheart's face was pale. Her voice, when it came, trembled a little. "You… you're wrong!" she cried. "You're wrong, and we're going to win, and everything that we've suffered will be worthwhile!"

Gilda hung her head. "I wish that I could believe that, I really-" She stopped abruptly, turning to look at what she'd seen out of the corner of her eye.

Adam was stalking through the camp towards the building where Applejack and Fluttershy were being held.

XxXxX​

Adam could not escape their faces.

He had tried. He had tried to take Cinder's words to heart. He had tried to focus upon the glory to come, upon the triumph that would be his, the acclaim that would be his due as the leader and the liberator of the faunus. He had tried to focus on the day when he would be lionised, when he would break the chains and burn the towers of the oppressors.

He had tried. He felt as though he had two souls within his body, warring for control, the one that sought to be a good leader for the White Fang, that sought to focus on the battle and all that would flow from it. And the other… the other that could not escape their faces.

They were laughing at him. Blake, Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, all three of them. He could see their faces as he sparred with the androids: smirking, giggling, mocking. They thought him weak. They thought him a coward. They thought that he did not dare to face them.

"Which will I choose?" Blake pondered, her tone teasing, her posture coy, one hand raised to her lips and the other hand upon her hip. "Beacon or Atlas? Sunset or Rainbow Dash?"

Adam scowled. "You are mine! You will always be mine!"

Rainbow Dash snorted. "Yeah, right. Come on, dude, we took her away from you."

Sunset reached out and put one arm around Blake's waist. "Blake belongs to us now."


"Not while I live!"

"Then what are you going to do about it?" Sunset asked.

"Considering that we've kicked your ass every time we've met," Rainbow added.


"I won't let you have her."

"You didn't even have the guts to face me on the train," Rainbow taunted. "You ran like a scared little-"

Adam roared wordlessly, bringing his sword down upon Rainbow's face, slicing her in half – and slicing in half as well the android which had been behind his fantasy.

He stood in the makeshift training ring, alone, his enemies defeated around him… except they weren't, were they? His enemies were up there, in the city, laughing at him.

They had come here to laugh at him. They had dared to come to Mountain Glenn because they feared him not.

He could not bear it. He could not bear to imagine their laughter, their mockery, their disdain. He could not endure it. He would not. He would not ignore their presence; he could not sleep knowing they were so close.

Knowing that she was so close.

He had to act, even though Cinder forbade it.

He would start… he would start with the Atlesian dog, the one who thought herself his superior. He would show her how much stronger he had become.

And he knew just how to draw her out.

He sheathed his sword and began to stride across the camp towards the prisoners' location.
 
Chapter 104 - Twilight by Starlight
Twilight by Starlight​



Twilight's drones hovered around the landed Skyray, maintaining a perimeter and scanning constantly for any sign of the creatures of grimm or the White Fang or any other intruder who might threaten them. Meanwhile, with the doors of the Skyray securely shut, Team TTSS and their guest, Twilight Sparkle, dined upon field rations torn from their packs.

It was not the best-tasting food in all Remnant – quite the reverse, in point of fact – but they were filling and nutritious, even if you didn't really want to eat them. And Twilight couldn't complain too much, because her hosts of TTSS had been considerate enough to let her take the mac and cheese, which was apparently recognised as the best of a set of okay-to-bad options, while they were stuck with the likes of beef goulash and pulled chicken in barbecue sauce which… apparently strayed from their namesake inspirations a little bit.

"The urrrrsa major advanced, grrrrowling in and snarrrling," Trixie narrated, rolling her r's like the tossing of a ship upon the stormy sea. "Grrrrrr," she added, making a sound that was almost more like a purr than a growl.

Starlight watched all of this with a fond smile playing upon her face. Sunburst's face was downcast; he picked at his food with a plastic spork. Tempest's expression resembled that of a stone wall, every bit as flat and hard, except that a wall would not have suffered the slight twitching of one eye that betrayed the fact that she wanted to stuff food down her ears.

But then, she hadn't been present for this particular action. Neither had Twilight, of course, but she had been in Canterlot at the time. Early last year, when Rainbow and Applejack – and Starlight – were still in their first semester at Atlas, Vice Principal Luna had suffered a nasty health scare: lymphoma, serious enough to put her in hospital. Serious enough to be touch and go for a while. Fortunately, she'd responded to treatment and gotten back on her feet with seemingly no long-term side-effects, but there had been a moment when it seemed like she might not make it.

Twilight wasn't a doctor, but the whole community of Canterlot had rallied around Vice Principal Luna, and Twilight had sufficiently fond memories of the place – and of Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna – that she had gone back there to help out how she could. She'd run a marathon to raise money for cancer research – beating both Applejack and Rainbow Dash in a fluke upset – Pinkie had organised a bake sale, they'd all helped out around the school how they could to take some of the load off Principal Celestia.

Everyone had done what they could to keep Canterlot positive, but considering what was going on, it wasn't surprising that a little negativity had slipped out. It must have been that negativity that brought the grimm. The creatures of grimm were very rarely seen in Canterlot – it was one of the luckiest places in Remnant in that respect – and it wasn't as though a horde of them had descended upon the town, but Twilight knew that a few ursai had probed the edges of the town before the likes of Rainbow and Applejack had taken care of them.

And Trixie, apparently.

"The Grrrreat and Powerrrrful Trrrrixie was all alone," Trixie declared flamboyantly. "But Trrrrixie was not afrrrrraid! With one swish of her wand, the Grrreat and Powerrrrrful Trrrixie-"

"Killed it," Tempest said flatly. "As any one of us could have done." She glanced at Twilight. "Even you, Twilight."

Twilight thought about her encounter with an ursa in the Emerald Forest. "Maybe," she said warily. "And I wouldn't have done it with the same amount of flair as Trixie, I'm sure."

Trixie's face had gone distinctly sour when her story was interrupted, but she managed to muster a small smile. "Why, thank you, Twilight. It's nice to hear someone appreciate Trixie's skills."

"I appreciate your skills; you're a decent huntress," Tempest said. "You're just a terrible storyteller."

Silence descended in the Skyray, like an embarrassing relative descending on a family gathering, one to whom nobody knows quite how to respond.

"So, um…" Sunburst began. "Twilight, what's new with you lately?"

"Apart from the fact that the rest of my team has been assigned a mission to one of the most ominous places in Remnant, you mean?"

Sunburst winced. "Yeah… other than that."

Apart from the fact that I just learned that the world is not quite what I thought it was? Apart from the fact that I just found out that the grimm have a leader providing them with intelligent direction? Apart from the fact that one of her servants just kidnapped my friends and I don't know if they're still alive or not?

Wow. A lot's happened recently, hasn't it?


"Not much," Twilight said.

"'Not much'?" Sunburst repeated incredulously. "Come on, Twilight, everyone knows you got attacked in the tower!"

"She doesn't have to talk about that if she doesn't want to," Starlight said softly.

"I'm sorry," Sunburst said quickly. "I just-"

"I should see if I can reach Rainbow and the others," Twilight said, getting to her feet and walking around Starlight to cross into the cockpit of the airship.

She settled down in the pilot's chair. It felt weird to be there – the co-pilot's seat felt like the more natural place for her to sit – nevertheless, she had flown them in, she was the pilot. Starlight, who was talented at everything she turned her hand to, had been her co-pilot, but Twilight had been the pilot for this flight, just in case they needed Starlight to do huntress things at any point that would take her away from the controls.

But the pilot's seat felt strange to her. It was Rainbow's seat, it didn't belong to her, for all that the airship didn't belong to Rainbow.

It was complicated, and it probably didn't make a lot of sense, but it was how she felt nevertheless.

Still, Twilight sat down in the pilot's seat anyway and fiddled with some of the controls on the board in front of her, setting the frequency and boosting the signal strength a little bit.

She grabbed the handset off the wall of the cockpit and held it up to her mouth. "Rainbow? Rainbow Dash, this is Twilight. I mean, Rosepetal Lead, this is Rosepetal Four, come in, over?" No response. Twilight took a deep breath in and out and pushed her spectacles back up her nose. "Rosepetal Lead, this is Rosepetal Four, come in. Rainbow, this is Twilight; can you hear me?"

Still no answer.

Twilight leaned back against the headrest, pressing against it as if she were trying to push it back. She took another deep breath, and then another. She closed her eyes. Calm. She had to stay calm. Just because they weren't responding yet didn't mean that there was anything wrong. Mountain Glenn was a communications dead zone; that was all. She just had to keep trying. She'd get a signal through eventually.

"You're very brave," Tempest said as she stepped into the cockpit. "You might not want to talk about it, but it bears saying."

Twilight glanced at her. "My friend is somewhere in a dead city right now, while I'm safe back here with you four; why am I the brave one?"

Tempest settled down in the co-pilot's chair. "I didn't say that you were the brave one; I simply said that you were brave. One brave girl, among many."

Twilight's brow furrowed. "Sorry, I still don't see it."

"As Sunburst said, everyone knows you were attacked on Saturday night," Tempest said. "Everyone knows that you nearly died."

"Does 'everyone' really know that?" Twilight asked, faintly aghast at the notion.

"Everyone who matters," Tempest said blandly. "Just as everyone who matters knows that you are not a fighter, and everyone who matters wonders just what you're doing here, Twilight Sparkle."

Twilight looked at Tempest and said nothing. There was nothing to be said, not about that, anyway. What was she supposed to say, that it was classified? That she wanted to retrain as a huntress? No, best to say nothing. Let the subject fall away. Make it clear that this, too, she did not want to speak of.

"And yet here you are," Tempest said. "Not here in general; I mean here, specifically, out in the field. Your near death experience is but two days past, and here you are."

"With you."

"With us," Tempest allowed. "But all the same, the world does not stop being a dangerous place just because we are in any part of it."

"I feel safe with you," Twilight said softly.

Tempest stared at her for a while, her face inscrutable. "No," she said. "I don't think that's it."

"You think I'm lying?" Twilight asked.

"Nothing so insulting," Tempest replied. She paused for a moment, then raised her hand to her face and traced her index finger down the scar that ran down her face. "My life changed in a single moment the day I got this," she declared. "Before I got the scar, I was somebody, and afterwards, I was somebody different. That's how it works sometimes, isn't it? Our lives can change in… in the blink of an eye."

Twilight looked away. It wasn't that Tempest was wrong; it was the fact that she was right. Not about the attack; that had been a lot of things, but life-changing wasn't one of them. No, it was everything that followed on from the attack, everything that had come after, the revelations that had piled on top of one another like mountains, the revenge of Cinder, all of it in just one day. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she was a different person now, but at the same time, she had gone through a door that she could not go back through again. She had taken steps that could not be untaken. She opened her eyes, and they would never close again in the same way. No matter what she did or where she went, she would never be able to forget what she knew now.

And if that was not some kind of change, then what was?

"What was it like?" Tempest asked.

Twilight glanced at her. "Changing?"

"To be in that tower, alone," Tempest clarified. "Alone with someone who wanted you dead?"

Twilight squirmed. "I… I wasn't alone for long," she said, which wasn't an answer at all, of course.

Tempest leaned forward in her seat. "I know what it's like," she said. "To be moments from death, to think that your life is already over. It's… I wish I'd been there."

"In the tower?" Twilight asked.

"We all wish that we'd been there in the tower with Twilight," Trixie declared as she walked into the cockpit, trailed by Starlight like a shadow. "We all wish that we'd been there to give that little snake what for." Her nostrils flared as she looked down at Tempest Shadow. "Go and check the perimeter."

"Isn't that what the drones are for?" Tempest asked.

"Stop bothering Twilight and do it anyway!" Trixie snapped, gesturing with one imperious hand towards the door.

Tempest held Trixie's gaze for a moment, then she got up and brushed past her two teammates. One of the side doors on the Skyray slid open with a hiss, and Twilight heard, but could not see, Tempest leap down to the ground beneath.

"Sorry about that," Trixie said, slipping into the seat that Tempest had recently vacated.

"It's fine," Twilight.

"No," Trixie replied. "It's not." She folded her arms. "There's nothing worse than someone who has lost their joy."

"We should be better friends to her, Trix," Starlight murmured.

"Why? It's not like she wants our friendship." Trixie responded. "I don't know what she's even doing here in the first place! She despises glory, she hates acclaim, and don't tell me that she wants to help people when she doesn't seem to like anybody." She pouted. "And she looks down on the rest of us. One glance from her, and Trixie has to remind herself that she is Grrrrreat and Powerrrrrful, and not a fraud."

"No one thinks you're a fraud, Trixie," Twilight assured her.

Trixie raised one eyebrow sceptically.

Twilight shifted in her seat. "Not once they got to know you," she corrected herself.

"We don't exactly make much of an effort with Tempest," Starlight said. "And I include myself in that. I understand why we don't, but still… not that that excuses what she did."

"She didn't do anything," Twilight said softly.

"Were you uncomfortable?" Starlight asked.

Twilight hesitated for a moment. "Yes."

"Then she did something," Starlight said.

"She was right about one thing, though," Trixie admitted. "We do wish that we'd been there."

"Only… only because you weren't there," Twilight murmured. "Cinder… Cinder's pretty strong."

"So are we," Trixie declared.

Twilight's eyes flickered between Starlight and Trixie. It was true that Starlight was very good, but Trixie… Trixie was no slouch either; Twilight hadn't lied when she said that the other girl was no fraud, but was she in Cinder's league? When Rainbow Dash had barely managed to hold her own against Salem's servant?

But then again, Rainbow didn't have the ability to shut down semblances the way that Starlight did. Maybe they'd have seen how tough Cinder was without the ability to play with glass the way she was doing at the tower?

Maybe. Or maybe Trixie or Starlight could have gotten seriously hurt.

"Things worked out okay," she said, smiling a little, or trying to, at least.

"Trixie supposes so," Trixie conceded. "Have you had any luck reaching Rainbow Dash yet?"

Twilight shook her head. "Not yet."

"Then Trrrrixie will let you get back to it," she said, getting to her feet, her boots thumping a little on the floor of the airship. "After all," she added, a smirk playing across her face, "Rainbow needs to be able to reach us when the time comes to holler for help, right?"

Twilight snorted. "I'll be sure to tell her you said that."

"Of course you should," Trixie replied. "That's why I said it." She stepped out of the cockpit, pausing to say, "Starlight? Aren't you coming?"

"Give me a second, okay, Trix?" Starlight said, her eyes not leaving Twilight.

"Okay," Trixie replied. "But you're the one who said she didn't need to talk about it."

"I know," Starlight said, but nevertheless, she became the latest person to sit down in the co-pilot's chair, perching upon the edge of it so that she looked as though she might fall off at any moment, resting her elbows on her knees, clasping her hands together. She glanced back into the main body of the Skyray. Twilight glanced back there to to see that it was empty.

"Where-?"

"They're all checking the perimeter," Starlight explained.

Twilight's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"Because…" Starlight trailed off. "Have I ever thanked you for helping me out when I needed it, after my… trouble last year?"

"More than enough," Twilight replied.

Starlight didn't respond to that. "I know that certain things are classified," she said, "and I trust you when you say that what we don't know isn't putting this team in danger. Because you're my friend and I trust you. Just like you know that you can trust us, right?"

Not with this, Twilight thought. She had to admit, seeing the way that Sunset had dealt with the revelations around Salem, she thought that Trixie might take it all better than most – she and Sunset were alike in the size of their egos, if nothing else – but Starlight, well, no offence, but Starlight had already cracked under pressure once.

Starlight looked out of the cockpit window for a moment. "Some secrets…" she began. "You remember that… just before I had my… just before I went… just before that, that was when Vice Principal Luna gave everyone that scare, going into the hospital."

Twilight blinked. "You know about that? Did Trixie tell you?"

"Not exactly," Starlight muttered. "General Ironwood was…" She hesitated.

Twilight frowned. "Starlight, I don't understand."

"Does the term 'Winter Maiden' mean anything to you?" Starlight demanded, looking Twilight straight in the eyes.

"'Winter Maiden'?" Twilight repeated.

Starlight nodded.

"No," Twilight said. "No, I've not heard that term before, what does it mean? It sounds like some kind of holiday thing, like the Amity Princess."

Starlight's smile was thin and a little drawn. "Not exactly," she said. "It's… it doesn't matter. I'll… I'll let you get back to trying to raise Rainbow Dash." She let out a little nervous laugh that began awkwardly and descended swiftly into excruciating by the time it was done as she got up and left the cockpit as quickly as she could.

Twilight pondered for a moment. Winter Maiden. No, she had never heard the term before. Why had Starlight expected her to, and what in Remnant did it have to do with Vice Principal Luna and her health?

She shook her head. She had more important things to think about right now. If need be, she could always ask Vice Principal Luna herself about it later.

Right now, she had a job to do.

She switched to a different frequency, and picked up the handset once more. "Rosepetal Lead, this is Rosepetal Four, do you read me?"

XxXxX​

Starlight didn't know whether to sigh with relief as she leapt down from the Skyray to the grass beneath her feet… or whether she ought to still feel concerned.

Relief, because it wasn't what she had feared it was. She wouldn't have been able to explain why she had thought that what Twilight and Rainbow were now involved in was connected to the existence of magic – Starlight felt kind of bad keeping that a secret from Twilight, what with the fact that she was so convinced, rightly, as it turned out, that it was real, even though some of her best friends didn't believe her, but General Ironwood had been insistent that it had to be kept a secret – but, well, they were involved in something. And Twilight and Rainbow had been called up to the tower to see General Ironwood and Professor Ozpin the night after the dance and the attack, and they had both been there to tell Starlight…

"We are telling you this, Starlight Glimmer, because we believe that you are next in line to receive the Winter Maiden's powers."

"'Next in line'? What's going on? I don't understand, who
are you?"

"We are the protectors of this world."


Starlight shivered at the memory. Nobody knew the real reason why she'd run away. She hadn't been allowed to tell anybody – which was part of the reason why she'd run – and so everyone thought that it was just the pressure of leading a team, the pressure of high expectations, maybe seasoned with the fact that people treated her like a potential villain because of her semblance.

None of that had been great, to be sure, but she could have lived with it. Being on her own with no friends at Atlas hadn't been great either, but she could have lived with it.

But finding out that she was expected to take on the burden of… of magic, to be the Winter Maiden and spend her whole life hiding the fact, to both become something set apart from the rest of the world and at the same time be unable to express the whole of what she was… it had been too much for her. She hadn't been able to handle it, and so… so she had run. She had run, and somewhere along the way, she'd lost her mind in the process.

It had taken the help of some very good people to bring her back from that.

"All you need to do is make a friend, and you've got six of them right here."

"Your semblance sounds pretty cool, although obviously not as impressive as Trixie's magic."

"Starlight! I can't believe it; it's incredible to see you again!"

"Even though I'm not your partner, we have matching relics, so we'll be on the same team, right?"

"Although your partner leaves something to be desired, The Grrreat and Powerrrrful Trrrrixie will ensure that your team does not! Join me, and together, we'll be the grrrrreatest team there's ever been."

"Team Tsunami, huh? Listen, if you tell Trixie I said this, I'll deny it, but between you and me… you got pretty lucky out there."


A soft smile played across Starlight's face. Yes, she had gotten pretty lucky. She hadn't even had to explain herself to General Ironwood. She hadn't spoken to him at all since arranging her deferral of the remainder of the year and trying again next year – this year – as a freshman cadet. He certainly hadn't brought up the Winter Maiden again. Having shown that she was not suitable to receive the powers, the issue had been closed.

Next in line, my ass. You picked me because you thought I was good for it, and then you found out that I wasn't.

Starlight felt a little guilty, sometimes, for the way that she'd handled it; not for not wanting to take on the burden, but for the fact that if Vice Principal Luna hadn't responded well to treatment and made a full recovery, then someone else would have been tapped to take the Winter Maiden's power instead.

Someone like Rainbow Dash. To be honest, Starlight was a little surprised that she hadn't been General Ironwood's first choice, what with Dash being the General's protégé and all. It was one of the things that had convinced her that she had to get out: General Ironwood didn't want Rainbow Dash to get this power, ergo these powers were not something to covet; she was being offered not a blessing, but a curse.

And yet, the General had gone to Dash for… something. Starlight didn't know what. Twilight hadn't been lying about not knowing what the Winter Maiden was; Starlight had been watching closely, and there was no deception in her eyes, in her face, her voice. Twilight wasn't good enough a liar to fake that, not to fool Starlight.

She wasn't involved in that business, and yet…

And yet, she was involved in something, Rainbow Dash too, and Blake. Something had drawn them to Mountain Glenn, something had led to the attack on the tower, something… something else was going on.

That was worrying, especially the fact that it meant – or at least strongly implied, that General Ironwood was keeping even more secrets than the existence of magic in the world.

Is there even more going on that I still don't know about?

"Starlight?"

Starlight started a little bit as she noticed Trixie standing beside her. "Trixie," she said. "I didn't see you there."

"I know; you were too busy brooding," Trixie observed, a slight smile playing upon her face.

Starlight chuckled. "I guess," she admitted.

"Worried about them?" Trixie guessed.

I'm worried they've gotten themselves involved in something too big for them. Something even worse than the Winter Maiden. "Yeah," Starlight said. "I mean… the place they've gone isn't exactly friendly."

Trixie slapped her hand down on Starlight's shoulder. "That's why the Grrrrreat and Powerrrful Trrrrrixie and her glamorrrrous assistant Starlight are here, to rrrrrescue them if things get a little too much for Rainbow Dash."

Starlight smiled, if only a little. "I guess," she murmured, looking away from Trixie and up towards the night sky, where the shattered moon hung above their heads.

I just hope it's enough.

She caught sight of Tempest, making her way around the rear of the airship. An uncomfortable frown creased Starlight's face.

"Starlight?" Trixie asked.

Starlight glanced at her. "Perhaps you ought to apologise?" she suggested.

"For what? For stopping her from creeping Twilight out?" Trixie demanded.

"She might have had good intentions," Starlight murmured.

"Trixie doubts that very much," muttered Trixie.

"Trixie," Starlight said reproachfully. She sighed. "Fine, I'll go talk to her."

"You're wasting your time," Trixie insisted, but Starlight ignored her and turned away, walking across the grassy field to intercept Tempest on her way.

"Hey," she said, nervousness infecting her tone. "See anything out there?"

Tempest raised the eyebrow above her unmarked eye. "Some stars. A moon. Starling, isn't it?"

Starlight let out a sort of nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I guess it is pretty quiet. We're lucky."

"We're lucky we have the drones so we don't have to depend on our eyes," Tempest replied. "And yet, our glorious leader has us doing this make-work anyway."

"Trixie is giving Twilight some space," Starlight declared. "She needs it, with everything that's going on."

Tempest's eyes narrowed. "And what is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

Tempest snorted. "Just because you don't like me, don't take me for a fool, partner," she said. "This is not an ordinary sort of mission."

"I don't dislike you," Starlight said. "Although, if you think that I do, then I suppose that means that I'm doing something wrong anyway. I'm sorry; that was never the impression that I wanted to give. It's just that-"

"I'm not the easiest person to be around?" Tempest suggested. "Believe me, I've noticed. And for what it's worth, you don't have to apologise; you can dislike me if you want. I might even prefer it. It's more honest."

Now it was Starlight's turn to raise her eyebrows. "'Honest'?"

"What's really going on here?" Tempest asked. "On this mission, I mean?"

"You think I know something you don't?"

"I wouldn't put it past you and Trixie to keep a secret from me," Tempest replied. "Regardless, isn't it obvious that this is not an ordinary mission? Why send students into a place like Mountain Glenn? Why send two teams? Why have a third team tied up in reserve? Why are we doing this instead of undertaking a real mission-?"

"You know the answer to that: we're here because Twilight asked for us," Starlight said. "Because she trusts us."

"And you trust her?" Tempest demanded. "Even though you know that she is keeping things from you? Even though General Ironwood is keeping secrets from us?"

"I may not trust General Ironwood, but I trust Twilight," Starlight replied. "She wouldn't deliberately endanger this team in any way."

"And yet, here we are," Tempest said. "Ready to leap into action in grimm-infested territory."

"That's the job," Starlight said. "It's what we signed up for. You know what I mean; Twilight wouldn't hold information back if that information would keep us alive. I trust her. Trixie trusts her. You should trust her too."

"I don't trust anyone," Tempest declared. "I've learned the folly of it too well already."

"Trust isn't a folly," Starlight said. "And neither is friendship."

"The folly is trusting in friendship to last," Tempest declared. "It may be a pleasant thing for times of peace, but when the chips are down, these bonds that you think you share will shatter like glass, and Trixie will turn on you to save her own hide. And Sunburst. And Twilight. Just as you will turn on Twilight and Rainbow Dash and-"

"That's not going to happen," Starlight's voice rose a little as she insisted upon the point. "That will never happen."

The shadow of a smirk flitted across Tempest's features, gone so swiftly, Starlight wondered if it had actually been there at all, or if it had been her imagination all the while. "We'll see," she murmured. "Or not, if you're lucky."
 
Chapter 105 - A Gift of Kindness
A Gift of Kindness​



"Rosepetal Four to Rosepetal Lead, do you-?"

Rainbow snatched the handset off the wall of the Skyray. "I hear you, Twilight; I'm right here."

Twilight sighed with relief on the other end of the line, "Thank goodness," she said. "I was starting to think that I'd never get through to you."

Rainbow leaned back in the pilot's seat. "I, on the other hand, had every faith in you."

"Liar."

"I'm not lying!" Rainbow insisted. "I am every bit as honest as Applejack… most of the time."

Twilight snorted.

"Seriously," Rainbow told her, "I knew that you'd find a way." She smiled, for all that Twilight couldn't see it. "I'm glad you're here."

"Except I'm not here, am I?" Twilight said, and Rainbow was glad that she didn't hear any resentment or self-recrimination in Twilight's voice, just a simple statement of the facts.

"Well, you told me Midnight was based on your brain using fancy science, right?" Rainbow asked.

"I flash-cloned my neural pathways as a map for Midnight's processors, yes," Twilight agreed.

"And Midnight's here," Rainbow pointed out. "So, in a way, you're here too. And, now that we can talk to one another, you're kind of here in a different way. And when your drones show up-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Twilight acknowledged. "I'm not going to say that I wish I was in the city with you, because to be honest, I don't, and if I did, I'd be an idiot, but I am glad that I get to support you in some way. In a way, I get to have your back for once."

Rainbow snorted. "You've always had my back, Twi, one way or another. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, you know that."

"Yeah, I gave you a chance to die for Atlas," Twilight declared. "Go me."

Rainbow chuckled, even though it really wasn't very funny. "Well, it beats dying for the SDC." Or getting branded on the face by the SDC. She still hadn't heard anything from Cadance about that; she had no doubt that Cadance was looking into it – she wouldn't lie to Rainbow, promise action and then sit on it – but there were a lot of demands on a Councillor's time, and it was probably hard to drill through the layers of SDC money to get to the truth.

Twilight sighed. "You know, when you say things like that… it kind of makes it seem as though Blake has a good point."

"Blake… Blake had bad methods," Rainbow said. "She had really, really bad methods, but she always had a point, and she always had her heart in the right place. If she hadn't, I wouldn't have wasted my time on her."

"That's not what I mean," Twilight replied. "I mean… how can you justify a system where the only options open to you are both life-threatening, either in the military or working for Jacques Schnee?"

"Because it's the only one we've got," Rainbow said. "This isn't a video game where we get to start over and make better choices on the tech tree."

"I think you mean the Decision Tree," Twilight said. "Technically speaking, I think we've made the right choices at every turn."

"Come on, Twilight, you know I didn't have the patience to play that game; I can't remember exactly what everything in it was called," Rainbow said. "The point is… yeah, it's not perfect, but we're kind of stuck with it, and so, perhaps we should try and make it better from where it is instead of burning it all down to be sure of getting rid of the bad stuff. It's not like Salem's going to give us the chance to rebuild."

"No," Twilight murmured. "No, I guess not."

"I think Blake gets that now," Rainbow said, tilting her head back to look up at the stars out of the cockpit window. "And because she gets it… I think she'll do great things for Atlas some day."

"You're that confident, huh?"

"I'm reeling her in," Rainbow declared. "Little by little. Sunset can growl about it all she likes, but she's not even trying to fight back; she's just fuming about it. She hasn't even tried to sell Beacon or Vale to Blake the way that I've been pushing Atlas."

"You sound like the guy you bought The Bus off of."

"Hey!" Rainbow cried. "In the…" She laughed. "You know, I don't know whether to say that The Bus turned out fine in the end or that Atlas isn't a heap of junk. The point is… she's going to be great."

Twilight was silent for a moment. "Rainbow Dash, you know that-"

"Enough about me, Twi, how are you doing out there?"

"Fine," Twilight assured her. "The food's not great-"

"It never is," Rainbow interjected.

"-but there are no signs of any grimm."

"And Team Tsunami?"

"They're as kind and considerate as you'd expect."

"Has Tempest given you trouble?" Rainbow asked.

"No!" Twilight said firmly. "She's just… she's a little… intense."

"That's one word for it," Rainbow muttered. "Did Trixie tell you the story about the time she took down that ursa major?"

"Yes," Twilight admitted. "But it is a good story."

"I know," Rainbow replied. "So… you're okay?"

"I should be the one asking you that," Twilight said. "Hey, Rainbow Dash?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever heard of something called 'Winter Maiden'?"

Rainbow frowned. "No. What is it?"

"I don't know," Twilight said. "Starlight dropped the name but didn't give any details. I thought you might know. I thought it might be some kind of military secret."

"Does sound like it could be a codename, but you're the one who worked on Penny."

"I can assure you, Penny is not Winter Maiden," Twilight said. "We never used a codename like that for her when we were working on her. So it's nothing you know about?"

"Like I said, you'd know more about weapons projects than I do."

"It doesn't sound like the name of a weapon, more like a… VIP or something."

"Starlight didn't give you anything else?"

"No," Twilight said. "I think… it was like she hoped it was connected to what we're doing here. She suspects something is going on."

"Something is going on," Rainbow said. "We just can't tell her what it is."

"Mhmm," Twilight acknowledged. "So, how are you? How's… that place you're in?"

"We haven't really scoped it out yet; we only just landed and found a place to settle down for the night," Rainbow explained. "But it's… not a pretty sight."

"No," Twilight murmured. "No, I don't suppose it is. So what's the plan for tomorrow?"

"With the help of your drones, we'll search for a way underground that isn't guarded by the White Fang or close to any grimm we'd have to fight our way through," Rainbow said. "We don't want to waste time fighting our way through them, and the noise might give us away."

"Do you really think they don't know you're here?"

"They haven't attacked us so far," Rainbow pointed out.

"Cinder invited you to come," Twilight reminded her. "She wants you here."

"Wanting us here isn't the same as knowing we're here," Rainbow said. "We stand a better chance of beating this trap if she doesn't know that we're in it."

"And… if she does know?" Twilight asked.

Rainbow paused. "Then we'd better be tougher than anyone or anything that she has on her side. Anyway, now that we know we can talk, we should both get some sleep; I'll contact you again in the morning when we're ready to move out."

"Wait!" Twilight cried, "before you go, we should link your scroll to my Skyray so that I can contact you on the move."

"Right," Rainbow agreed. "Talk me through it."

"Get your scroll out," Twilight said.

"Done," Rainbow said, getting her scroll out.

"Now, adjust the frequency-"

"How?"

"Select point to point mode-"

"What?"

Twilight sighed. "No wonder it took so long to find the right frequency. Okay, start at the very beginning. Do you at least know how to open your settings?"

It took longer than maybe it should have done for Twilight to teach Rainbow how to switch the settings on her scroll around so that she could reach Twi and TTSS's Skyray even without a CCT relay in the area, but eventually, they managed it, meaning that come morning, Twilight could coordinate her drone searches from the safety of the distant airship with Rainbow and her team on the ground. Only then, with that done, did Rainbow and Twilight bid one another goodnight and end the call.

Rainbow sat for a moment in the pilot's seat, looking up out of the cockpit window at the stars.

They might be in a dead city, they might have ruins and worse than ruins all around them, but the stars sure were pretty tonight.

It kind of reminded Rainbow of Canterlot; Twilight said it was because there were fewer streetlights, so you could see the stars better. That… well, it was kind of grim when you thought about why there were no streetlights here in Mountain Glenn, but even so… the stars sure were pretty.

Rainbow sighed and stood up and was about to leave the airship and rejoin the others in the house when her scroll started to buzz.

It was Fluttershy.

Rainbow swallowed as her throat dried up. Her stomach froze. Her hand began to shake as she moved towards the button that would answer the call.

She could barely bring herself to touch it. She forced herself to do so anyway.

"Cinder," she growled.

"Not this time," the voice of Adam Taurus issued out of Rainbow's device.

XxXxX​

Fluttershy looked up as the door into the room creaked open. For a moment, she expected Gilda come visiting again. A smile began to form upon her face.

Until he stepped in, and the smile died upon her face.

She hadn't gotten his name, but it was clear that he was Gilda's superior in the White Fang.

It was also clear that he was a scary person. He scared her, at least, though she tried her best not to seem afraid. She tried not to flinch or cower. She tried to be brave, like Applejack. Applejack didn't flinch; Applejack didn't whimper; Applejack looked at this man, who was so tall and so powerful, squarely in the face.

He ignored her. His attention, as best as she could tell, what with the mask covering his face and hiding his eyes, was all on Fluttershy.

He smirked. "Your outfit is ridiculous," he observed, with mockery in his voice.

Fluttershy was wearing a butter yellow dress that descended down to a little above her ankles; the skirt had a modest-sized bustle protruding out the back – less noticeable now that she was sitting down, admittedly – and folded, almost ruffled layers of fabric descending the front in a U shape, with hints of white petticoat protruding out from underneath. Knee-length pantalettes embraced her legs, while her feet were clad in white boots, with black soles, toes, and heels. The shoulders of her blouse were puffed, and the sleeves descended down to just below her elbows, leaving her forearms bare down to the wrist, where her hands were enclosed within a pair of white gloves. There was a green cravat tied around her neck which was getting ever so slightly uncomfortable. She had possessed a safari hat with a green band around it, but someone had taken that away. She hoped they enjoyed it, whoever they were.

"My friend Rarity made it for me," Fluttershy replied. She hadn't felt comfortable telling Rarity that it was… well, just a little bit much, and maybe not the most practical outfit. Rarity had spent so long on it, after all, and tried her best.

He snorted. "Then your friend is a fool, and you are one too for indulging her."

"My friend is very generous," Fluttershy insisted. "Although that might not be something that you understand."

"Perhaps not," he allowed. "I have not received much in the way of generosity."

"I can't imagine why," Applejack muttered.

Now he looked at Applejack, and his whole body seemed to stiffen as he crossed the room towards her, looking down upon her, looming over her. In the little light that existed in the room, he cast a shadow over Applejack.

One hand balled into a fist.

"Don't!" Fluttershy cried. "Please, don't!"

He glanced at her over his shoulder, but said nothing. To Applejack, he said, "You're a huntress, aren't you?"

Applejack licked her lips. "Eeyup."

"Then there is no reason why I shouldn't kill you, is there?"

"Please-" Fluttershy began.

"Fluttershy," Applejack said. "Easy now."

"Answer the question," he demanded.

"Nope," Applejack replied. "'Cept that if you meant to kill me, I reckon you'd have done it already."

"Perhaps I only needed you alive as bait for your friends?" he suggested.

"Maybe," Applejack allowed. "But they ain't here yet, are they?"

"They're in the city," he declared, making Fluttershy gasp.

They came? But I told them not to! I said not to do it! Why would they come anyway?

"But they ain't down here yet, are they?" Applejack replied.

Whatever he might have said in response to that was interrupted by the door flying open as Gilda burst in.

"Boss!" she yelled, before she came to a stop inside the room, her golden eyes glancing across Applejack, Fluttershy, and her boss.

He half-turned towards her. "Yes, Gilda?"

Gilda paused. She rested one hand upon the open door. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Nothing that concerns you," he said.

Gilda shrugged. "If there's nothing going on, then it doesn't matter if I stay, does it?"

He stared at her – or Fluttershy thought he did; again, it was hard to tell with the mask – for a moment. "Do I have to give you an order, Gilda?"

"Might be best if you didn't, boss, then I don't have to disobey it."

"You would disobey me?"

Gilda grinned. "We're all a bunch of rebels here, boss; it's a hard habit to kick."

He sniffed. "Gag this one," he commanded. "I have no interest in what an Atlesian huntress has to say."

Gilda hesitated for a moment. A frown creased her brow. But she muttered, "Sure thing, boss," and as he walked away from Applejack, Gilda approached her in turn.

"Sorry about this," she whispered to Applejack, but she gagged her all the same. Applejack didn't protest it; she didn't make a sound as Gilda put the gag in her mouth and tied it. She just kept watching him as he circled Fluttershy like a shark.

"My name is Adam Taurus," he declared. "Have you heard of me?"

"No," Fluttershy said softly. "Should I?"

"I am the most feared commander of the White Fang," he boasted. "I am the Sword of the Faunus, the champion of my people, the destined instrument of our liberation. I am a wanted man in all four kingdoms-"

"But I still haven't heard of you," Fluttershy apologised. It was a different White Fang commander who gave her nightmares; despite their current predicament, Adam Taurus still didn't frighten her as much as Chrysalis did.

Adam grunted. "You heard me say that your friend Rainbow Dash is in the city above us. Do you hope that she will try and rescue you?"

"No," Fluttershy said.

Adam stopped. "'No'?" he repeated in a tone of surprise. "You don't wish to be rescued?"

"I don't want my friend to get hurt or worse for my sake," Fluttershy replied.

"Your friend," Adam said. "Your faunus friend, isn't it her job to die for you?"

"Of course not!" Fluttershy cried. "Because she's my friend, whether she's a faunus or not, and if anything happened to her because of me, I… I don't want anything to happen to her because of me. Is that so hard for you to believe, don't you have any friends of your own? Don't you have anyone that you care about?"

"I had someone I cared for very much," Adam growled. "Someone who meant everything to me, someone I thought that I could trust, someone who promised to stay by my side, no matter what!"

"What happened to them?" asked Fluttershy, in a voice that surprised herself with how calm it sounded.

"Your good friend Rainbow Dash happened," Adam snarled. "Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmer, they took her away from me!"

"I see," Fluttershy murmured. "Is that why you're here? To kill me, so that Rainbow Dash will know how you feel?"

Gilda tensed visibly. "Boss-"

"Quiet!" Adam snapped, not turning his gaze away from Fluttershy for a moment. "You sound very calm for someone who might soon be dead. Do you not care whether you live or die?"

"I care," Fluttershy murmured. "But I'd rather die than ask my friends to die for me."

"How very un-Atlesian of you," Adam muttered. "Your whole damn kingdom is built upon asking my people to die for you." He paused. "What is your name?"

"Fluttershy Breeze," Fluttershy whispered.

"And what are you doing here, Fluttershy?" Adam asked. "What are you doing here, in that ridiculous outfit, you who are no huntress but might perhaps be braver than any huntsman I have ever met?"

"I… I was walking across rural Vale," Fluttershy admitted. In this place, in front of these people, saying it out loud… it seemed rather ridiculous, really. A silly thing to do in this day and age, and a rather selfish way of putting Applejack in danger. "I wanted to study all the different animals and birds that live beyond the cities."

Adam was silent for a moment. "Birds," he said, his tone hard to read. "You were captured studying birds."

"Yes," Fluttershy said. "Partly."

Again, it took Adam a few moments to respond. "You like birds?"

Fluttershy nodded. "My semblance lets me talk to them."

"Really?" Adam asked, and he sounded genuinely curious now, almost enthusiastic. "What does that sound like? Do you hear them as you hear me?"

"Not really," Fluttershy said. "With my ears, I still hear the same thing that you hear: tweeting and cheeping and chirruping. It's just that I can understand what they mean by it, in my… in my soul, I suppose you'd say, since it's my semblance."

"Yes," Adam murmured. "Yes, that does make sense. As you say, it is your semblance." He turned away from her and walked towards the door, still open from Gilda's entrance. He closed it with surprising gentleness. "You're very fortunate in such a power."

"I think so," Fluttershy said, concealing her surprise that he thought so too.

Adam sighed, a surprising sound to hear coming from him. "When I was a boy, I used to love birds," he said. "I think it started with canaries that we used to see if the mines were safe to go down. A lot of them died down there… but then a lot of us died down there as well, and while they lived… I was fascinated by their colours, how bright they were, how prettily they sang. Our world was dull and dark, I was born in the darkness, I lived in shadow, everything around us was rock and stone, but in that dull and darkness, those canaries shone, and amongst the sounds of picks and shovels and the grinding of engines, their song… it was the sound of angels. I very much wish that I could have understood what they were saying."

"I'm not sure you do," Fluttershy said. "If you understood, it might not seem so angelic."

Adam chuckled. "No," he agreed. "Perhaps not." He fell silent for a moment. "And then, when I left the mines, I would look up at the sky and the birds that streaked across it: house sparrows and great fat pigeons that used to follow you around hoping that you would drop some food for them; magpies, parakeets that had escaped from their cages and houses and become wild… and free. They were the ones that I loved best of all. Because of the colours and-"

"Because they were free," Fluttershy murmured.

"Indeed," Adam said. "They could go wherever they wanted to, and no one could stop them."

"When did you stop?" Fluttershy asked gently. "When did you stop loving the sight of birds?"

Adam raised one hand to his face, removing his mask. He half-turned towards her, presenting his profile to her, showing her that half his face had been ruined by a brand that had seared his skin and ruined his eye. A brand of the letters SDC, seared into his flesh.

Fluttershy gasped. Applejack's eyes widened. Gilda looked as though she was biting back a curse.

"I stopped," Adam said, "when the SDC reminded me that I was nothing like a bird, neither free, nor able to go where I willed, let alone do as I please."

Fluttershy stared at his ruined face, his scar in the form of those unmistakable letters. "I… I'm sorry," she whispered. "Who… who did that to you?"

Adam put his mask back on. "Her name was… I forget exactly what her name was. Fern, I think. Calli Fern. Something like that. But who she was is less important than what she was: an employee of the Schnee Dust Company. It was the company that branded me, not the woman who wielded the brand."

"Why?" Fluttershy asked. "Why would they-?"

"Because with wealth comes power," Adam said. "And the powerful can do as they please, and none may gainsay them. In this world, there is but one law: the strong do as they wish, and the weak suffer what they must."

"But the strong don't have to make the weak suffer," Gilda spoke up. "They can choose to, but it's just that: a choice."

"Gilda says that you are an innocent," Adam said. "I didn't believe there was such a thing, but now… now I think you might be."

"So were you," Fluttershy said. She smiled. "I wish that Cinder hadn't left my sketchbooks behind when she captured us; I think you might have enjoyed the drawings."

"You… are a very unusual human," Adam said.

"I don't think so," Fluttershy replied. "I just think you haven't met the right sort of humans yet."

"You give your race too much credit," Adam muttered. Once more, he fell momentarily silent. "Gilda, give me Fluttershy's scroll. I want to speak to Rainbow Dash."

XxXxX​

And I thought this couldn't get any worse. "Adam."

"Rainbow Dash," Adam spat, filling the words of her name with loathing. "Is Blake with you?"

"Not right now," Rainbow said. "She's somewhere on the campus, probably in her dorm room."

"Don't lie to me!" Adam growled. "I know that you're here in Mountain Glenn; not only were you expected, but you were seen. Next time you lie to me… you don't deserve what I'm about to do for you. Fortunately, I'm not doing it for you."

"What are you talking about?" Rainbow demanded.

Adam took a moment to reply. "You stole something from me," he said.

"Blake doesn't belong to you," Rainbow replied. "Blake doesn't belong to anybody."

"Blake is mine, and you stole her from me!" Adam snarled. He took a deep breath. "And for that, I will kill you. You and Sunset Shimmer both, and as for Blake, I will…" Rainbow could hear him take another deep breath on the other end of the line. "But this isn't about you or Sunset or Blake. This is about Fluttershy. I'm going to give her back to you."

Rainbow's eyes widened. 'Give her back'? Could it really…? "What do you mean?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Adam asked. "As Gilda has kept trying to tell me, the girl is no part of this. Your other friend is a huntress, her plight is part of the fortunes of war, and we have treated her as well as any of our fighters who fall into your Atlesian hands. But Fluttershy… if this city is to become our battlefield, then there is no reason why she should be caught up in the struggle."

Rainbow was stunned into silence. Shock had robbed her tongue of power of speech. What was she supposed to say to this? Adam was actually letting her go? They were really letting Fluttershy go?

"Fluttershy, Applejack, are you there?" she called into her scroll.

There was a wordless mumbling, followed by Fluttershy saying, "I'm here, Rainbow Dash."

Rainbow closed her eyes. "Great to hear your voice, Fluttershy. I wish I could hear yours too, Applejack." Her own voice shook. "How are you doing down there?"

"I'm not sure that I should leave Applejack behind," Fluttershy murmured.

"Yes, yes, you absolutely should," Rainbow insisted firmly. It was… kind of rough on Applejack, but as much as she might not want to credit him with a good point, Adam was right: Applejack was a huntress; this was the kind of thing that went with territory. None of this went with Fluttershy's territory.

More to the point, Fluttershy clearly believed that Adam was on the level about letting her go. She hadn't tried to warn Rainbow that it was a trap.

That didn't mean that it wasn't a trap, but it was something.

Applejack mumbled.

"Was that a yes?" Rainbow asked.

More mumbling, with an ascentive tone.

"I'm going to get you out of there, Applejack," Rainbow promised. "Just hold tight for just a little longer."

"Bold words," Adam said. "I won't let her go so easily."

Rainbow might have made some crack about how she had kicked Adam's ass every time they'd met, and the last time, he had literally run away rather than face her. But she didn't want to annoy him right now, not when she was about to get Fluttershy back safe and sound. "So," she said. "How are we going to do this?"

"Come to the location that I send to you, alone and unarmed, and I will set Fluttershy free. Don't worry about the grimm, the area that I've chosen is free of them."

Rainbow had not, in fact, been worried about the grimm; they'd specifically chosen a landing site that was also free from grimm activity, which was more concentrated in other sectors of the city closer to the centre. Nevertheless, for other reasons, she frowned. "'Alone and unarmed'? How do I know that it's not a trap?"

"You don't," Adam admitted. "But you'll forgive me if I don't trust an armed Atlesian soldier to take your friend and walk away."

"You think that I'd start a fight with Fluttershy there?"

"You're a traitor to your race and a dog of the Atlesian military," Adam declared. "How am I to know what you'd do?"

"How do you know that I'll come alone then?" Rainbow asked. "What if I don't?"

"Then you'll have to live with the fact that you, one of the Atlas elite, one of the chosen, had less honour than a terrorist," Adam spat. "Also, I won't be unarmed."

"So what you're saying is that I have to trust you, but you're expecting me to betray you?"

"As I said, I've been taught the folly of trusting Atlesians. So, do we have a deal?"

Rainbow closed her eyes. She didn't know Fluttershy's parents as well as she knew Twilight's folks, but she'd met them a few times, usually when they invited Rainbow for lunch. Mr. Breeze had worked on the heating grid until he took early retirement to concentrate on his geology hobby. He cultivated a resemblance to Jacques Schnee, to try to give himself an air of authority and dignity, but the effect was kind of ruined by the fact that he wore sweaters that were too big for him and, well, the fact that he was just as quiet and timid as Fluttershy, maybe even moreso. Mrs. Breeze was a gardener and a classy lady; she always had a string of pearls around her neck, kind of like Twi's mom. They didn't deserve to lose their daughter, their pride and joy, not when she hadn't volunteered to get involved in any of this. Her brother, admittedly, was… not Rainbow's favourite person in the whole of Remnant, but for all his faults, he loved his sister, and he didn't deserve to lose her.

Fluttershy didn't deserve to die. Fluttershy… Fluttershy was someone who deserved to survive.

So there was no question of Rainbow going down there. The only question was whether or not she was going to go down there alone or not.

She probably ought to bring her team and take Adam Taurus out of the equation for good.

But there was a chance that Fluttershy might get caught in the crossfire. And besides, Adam was right: if she did that, then she'd be the sneaky bastard, and he'd be the righteous and upstanding one.

There's no way that's going to happen.

Going there alone wasn't smart, but it was the right thing to do, and that was more important. The Atlesian forces were not the smartest, they weren't the most cunning, they didn't win by brains or wisdom; they won by being brave and tough and reliable.

They fought for truth, justice, and the Atlesian way, and the Atlesian way didn't include letting terrorists have the moral high ground.

Besides, like she'd said to Pyrrha once, she always had two weapons on the ends of her arms.

"Yeah," Rainbow said firmly. "Yeah, we have a deal."

XxXxX​

Gilda hastened to get the restraints off Fluttershy. Her hands trembled. She fumbled and then cursed herself for fumbling. She couldn't slip up; she had to get this done, and quickly too.

She felt as though she was in a dream, and if she didn't get Fluttershy out and into Rainbow's arms by the time she woke up, then… then she would wake up, and everything would be as it was before.

"Is something wrong, Gilda?" Adam asked, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Gilda unfastened Fluttershy from her bonds. "Nothing wrong, boss," she said, as she stood up. "For the first time in a while, I can say that nothing is wrong."

If she'd been able to see Adam's eyes – his eye; gods, Gilda had never guessed what was under his mask. You'd never guess to see him fight that he couldn't see to his right – it would have been narrowed, she was sure. "Don't push your luck, Gilda," he informed her flatly.

Gilda didn't reply for a moment. She was… Adam had given her a lot of things to think about. Starting with that eye. Gods, that eye. She had never guessed, although perhaps she should have. Contrary to what a lot of humans believed, the White Fang - at least the ones who had been in for a while; the new recruits seemed a lot more fond of walking around with their masks on all the time, although Gilda suspected they were taking their cue from Adam in that regard – didn't spend a lot of time with their masks on. Gilda basically never wore hers; she could barely see a thing out of those eye slits, and it gave her a skin rash every damn time. Strongheart didn't put hers on too often either. Most wore it more often than that, but basically only for raids, and even then, sometimes not, like if it was dark or they were hitting an unmanned installation. But Adam… Adam wore his like it was fused to his face. Pretty much the only person who had seen what he looked like without the mask was Blake, at least in the Vale Chapter.

Until now. Now, Gilda had seen, and now, Gilda saw why he didn't show it to anyone else. Yes, it wasn't his fault, yes, it was a sign of what they were fighting for, but… you couldn't just take pride in your scars just because you ought to be able to. Just because they didn't make you weak didn't mean that you didn't feel weak or fear that others would think you weak.

The scar on his face was a side of Adam she had never seen before.

So, for that matter, was letting Fluttershy go.

It was a mercy that she wouldn't have expected him to show, even before Cinder came into their world. To be honest, she doubted that even Blake could have moved him in this way, but somehow, Fluttershy had… Gilda wasn't sure what Fluttershy had done. She would have said 'charmed him,' but that… that sounded too close to what Cinder had done to him, was doing to him; Fluttershy hadn't manipulated him; she had just… beaten him. Gotten what she wanted.

It was amazing, Gilda thought, what a little kindness could do.

It was almost enough to make her wish that Fluttershy could stick around to keep doing whatever it was that she had done, because Gilda found that she liked this new Adam, who talked wistfully of his youth and how he had watched the flight of birds, better than the Adam whose leadership they had enjoyed lately, the one who had so lost hope of victory that he was willing to throw away lives by the score in the hope of a glorious defeat, the one who is in thrall to Cinder Fall, the one who didn't listen to her, didn't listen to anyone.

This Adam… this Adam was more like the one that she had followed into battle, the one that she could continue to follow.

If only he would stay. Somehow, Gilda wasn't sure he would.

Gilda grinned. "You know me, boss, I'm old school White Fang. I'm not used to having nothing but my luck to push."

Adam snorted. "Don't mistake my intent; this is not your victory."

"It's not my loss either."

"What are you talking about?" Fluttershy asked.

"Gilda," Adam declared, "is hoping to use this as a wedge, to turn me against Cinder and her plans."

"She doesn't seem very kind," Fluttershy murmured.

"That's 'cause she's not," Gilda muttered.

"But she is powerful," Adam said. "More powerful than you can understand. Let me give you some advice, Fluttershy: run away. When I let you go, run, run away from Vale, run all the way to Atlas, but don't even stop there, run away until you find some dark secluded place beyond the kingdoms where no one will ever find you. Cinder… Cinder is not just a woman; Cinder is the harbinger."

"'The harbinger'?" Fluttershy repeated. "The harbinger of what?"

"The bitter wind that has no beginning and no ending," Adam replied. "Your friend Rainbow Dash can't stop it. General Ironwood and all his armies can't stop it. And any who try to stand in its path will be swept away. So run."

Fluttershy bowed her head. "I can't do that," she murmured. "Even though I'm not… I can't… I won't give up all hope like that."

"'Hope'?" Adam repeated. "What hope?"

"The hope… the hope that no matter how dark the night is, my friends will find a way to shine a light," Fluttershy replied, looking up once more.

"A light," Adam mused. "Yes, I suppose I hope for that as well. I hope to light the spark that will become a flame of revolution. And I hope the fire will spare you when the time comes. Now come; it's time to go."

Fluttershy glanced at Applejack.

Applejack nodded eagerly, murmuring something incomprehensible.

"All right," she said, "let's go."

XxXxX​

Rainbow wasn't wearing the Wings of Harmony, but she did have her machine pistols worn at her belt, and so she took said belt off and draped it across the pilot's seat with the guns still in their holsters.

She briefly reached out and removed Plain Awesome from its holster, and under the interior lights, she looked at the inscription on the frame.

'With Gratitude, C, 21 April 2118'

Rainbow looked at it, reading it once, and then reading it over again. A slight smile played across her face for a moment as she put the gun back. As she did so, her eyes fell on the photos pinned to the dashboard.

She leaned forward and plucked the photograph of her friends from their time at combat school. She held it up, studying it more closely, taking in all of their faces, younger then, but still recognisable.

Her gaze lingered upon Fluttershy's face, her fair, kind face.

Silently, Rainbow raised the photograph to her lips and kissed it.

Then she let it fall to the floor, floating lazily down like a dying leaf dropped from the tree; it was still falling as Rainbow opened the door and leapt down from the airship.

The house was dark. Penny might still be awake, and someone was on sentry above, but there was no one who would obviously notice Rainbow slipping away.

She looked up. The stars were beautiful tonight.

A sigh escaped from Rainbow's lips as she started to walk towards the broken wall marking out the edge of the garden.

"Rainbow Dash?"

Rainbow stopped. She glanced over her shoulder as Midnight emerged out of the house and into the garden.

"I didn't see you there," she said.

"It's dark," Midnight pointed out. "And you aren't wearing your goggles."

No, Rainbow wasn't. Regardless of whether or not they counted as weapons, she didn't want to give Adam an excuse to change his mind; just because he seemed accommodating at the moment didn't mean that it was going to last.

"Midnight," she said, "if I'm not back in two hours, you're to notify Ciel that she has command of Team Rosepetal until relieved, that she is to post me missing in action and proceed with the mission as planned with no attempt at recovery."

"Wherever you're going," Midnight said, sounding like Twilight and yet not, "you assume there's a possibility you might not come back."

"That's right," Rainbow admitted. "There's a chance that I might not come back."

"I'm not sure I can let you go, Rainbow Dash."

"There's also a chance that I might come back with Fluttershy safe and sound," Rainbow added.

Green light flickered across Midnight's face-plate. "Then good luck out there," she said.

Rainbow snorted. "I knew that you had favourites," she muttered. She raised her voice to say, "Don't tell anyone that I've gone for two hours."

"What if they ask?" asked Midnight.

"Tell them you're not authorised to say," Rainbow replied. "That's an order, understood?"

Midnight's head bobbed up and down, hissing mechanically as it did so.

"Great," Rainbow said, and then paused, unsure of what exactly you were supposed to say to a computer system occupying the body of an android. Goodbye? Thanks? See you around?

"Would you like me to take a message for Twilight Sparkle?" Midnight suggested.

Rainbow blinked. "No," she said. "If I come back, I come back, and if I don't… General Ironwood has a video that I recorded; it… it says…" Rainbow thrust her hands into her pockets. "She'll find out what it says," she said, and then turned and walked away without another word.

Midnight did not call after her, did not try to stop her from leaving, did not, as far as Rainbow could tell, do anything, except perhaps watch Rainbow go as she disappeared into the darkness of the dead city, out of sight.

Rainbow walked through the streets, taking no care to hide herself, moving down the middle of the road in a way that she wouldn't have done in Canterlot or Atlas – or anywhere that there might have been traffic, to be honest – but which had more in common with such safe places than it did with the way she would normally have moved in the field.

Rainbow walked, checking her scroll every now and then to make sure that she was going in the right direction – before they left, Twilight had uploaded all the schematics of the city to their devices, and done… something that would let them act as trackers, despite the spotty link to the CCT network. It was helping Rainbow find her way right now, and that was the important thing.

She walked to the location that Adam had given her, as casually as if she were on a stroll. She did not run. She didn't use her semblance. She didn't want to be perceived as aggressive, in case Adam thought she was being aggressive… and Fluttershy paid the price for what he thought was Rainbow's treachery.

She couldn't take the risk, just like she couldn't take the risk of hiding a gun anywhere on her person.

And so she walked, and as she walked through the silent streets of the silent city, Rainbow began to sing softly to herself, her voice the only sound in all these dark and desolate structures all around.



"Awesome as I wanna be,

First you see me, riding on a sonic boom,

Got my guitar, shredding up the latest tune,

There is nothing you can do to beat me,

I'm so good that you can't defeat me."



Rainbow laughed at that, half wistful and half bitter, before she went on.



"Yeah, I'm awesome, take caution,

Watch out for me, I'm awesome as I wanna be,

Yeah, I'm awesome, take caution,

Watch out for me, I'm-"



"I wasn't sure you'd come," Adam's voice cut through the darkness. "I didn't really think you'd come alone."

Rainbow Dash stopped. She couldn't see Adam. She couldn't see Fluttershy either. It was too dark, and as a pony faunus, she didn't have the night vision that Blake was blessed with.

The most she could make out were shapes in the darkness, vague forms moving before her, patches of darkness deeper than the rest, shadows in the moonlight.

"If you didn't think that I'd show up, why did you ask me here?" she asked the dark.

"Because your friend is an innocent in our quarrel who deserves to escape it intact," Adam allowed. "That doesn't mean I expected an Atlesian soldier to keep her word."

"You haven't met the right Atlesian soldiers," Rainbow muttered. Or perhaps you didn't give them a chance to keep their word before you killed them. "Fluttershy? Are you there?"

"Yes!" Fluttershy cried. "Yes, I'm here, Rainbow Dash!"

Rainbow let out a sigh of relief, mixed with a touch of laughter in her voice. A smile spread across her face. "So, how are we going to do this?"

A light illuminated the darkness, the red glow of a fire dust crystal held in Gilda's hand, and by the red light, Rainbow could see Adam and Gilda – and Fluttershy, held lightly in Gilda's arms.

"Hey there, Dashie," Gilda said, a grin on her face.

Rainbow folded her arms. "Nice to see you again, G."

"Don't give me that 'nice to see you again, G.' I know that you never told your friends about me!" Gilda snapped. "What, were you ashamed of me or something?"

Rainbow hesitated for a moment. Her face fell. "Yeah," she confessed. "Yeah, I was. I didn't… I didn't want people to think about me as… I was ashamed of Low Town, my parents, all of it. I didn't want people to think of me that way."

Gilda snorted. "Stuck up, jerk."

"Hey, the last time we met…" Rainbow paused. "The last time we met, you tried to kill me, and the time before that, you didn't exactly want to be friends either!"

"You stormed out, not me!" Gilda replied.

"Because of what you said!"

Adam growled wordlessly.

"Right, sorry, boss," Gilda murmured. She bit her lip. "I'm sorry about what I said. I guess I was kind of a jerk too."

"I guess you're making up for it now," Rainbow replied.

Fluttershy sighed. "Can't you just admit that you're still friends? Isn't it exhausting to pretend?"

"We are still on opposite sides of this war," Adam declared. "We are still divided upon the only question that matters: are we free, or are we slaves? Rainbow Dash is still a servant of the great oppressor, someone who has taken up arms to keep our race in bondage."

He grabbed the fire dust crystal and threw it so that it landed in the road between the two of them.

"And I will kill you for what you have done to Blake," he vowed. "She is mine, and I will not forgive you for laying hands on her. But that will come in the morning. Tonight, take Fluttershy and keep her safe." To Fluttershy, he added, "Go to her."

Gilda released her, and Fluttershy ran. She ran with that ridiculous skirt – with the best will in the world, there was a reason why Rainbow hadn't let Rarity make her an outfit; she was better off sticking to high fashion – rustling and billowing around her as she ran, her boots tapping on the road as she ran straight into Rainbow's arms, which closed protectively around her.

Fluttershy's whole body trembled. "Rainbow Dash," she murmured.

Rainbow held her close, leaning down so that their cheeks were pressed against each other. "It's okay," she whispered. "You're safe now." She looked at Adam and Gilda, still illuminated by the fire dust crystal. "Thank you," she said.

"This isn't for you," Adam told her.

"Thanks anyway," Rainbow replied.

Adam grunted, and began to turn away.

Before he could, a green light appeared overhead, like a flare but longer lasting, lighting up the entire street, overpowering the modest glow of the fire dust crystal, illuminating everything with a sickly green glow.

Adam's mouth opened and began to form a question, but before he could make so much as a sound, he was struck in the chest by a burst of green energy that flew from behind Rainbow Dash to knock him off his feet and to the ground.

"What the-?" Gilda's swords leapt from their scabbards into her hands. "You tricked us!"

"No," Sunset declared as she teleported in front of Rainbow and Fluttershy with an audible crack and a burst of green light. "But more fool her, and more fool you as well."

Adam picked himself up off the ground. "Sunset Shimmer."

"Adam Taurus," Sunset growled, practically snarled. Her ears were pressed down into her fiery hair, her breathing was heavy, and her whole body seemed to tremble as she raised her arms up on either side of her. Spears of magic began to appear above her head. "Rainbow, I'd apologise for using you, but, well, I'm not sorry at all. Take Fluttershy and get out of here."

"No!" Fluttershy cried. "Sunset, you can't-!"

"Adam Taurus is an enemy of Team Sapphire!" Sunset declared. "And I mean to see if his blood is red like roses!"
 
Chapter 106 - The Moral High Ground
The Moral High Ground​



"Sunset!" Rainbow snapped. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What you should have done when you found that Adam was going to be here," Sunset growled. Alone, or nearly alone. Vulnerable.

She might never get a chance like this again: to take him on, on ground of her own choosing, away from Ruby, away from Blake, somewhere he couldn't hurt the ones she cared about. Somewhere she could kill him and exorcise the menace of the red sword from her dreams once and for all.

"I had this handled!" Rainbow yelled. "I got Fluttershy back! He let Fluttershy go, don't you get that?!"

"I've gotten everything I need to," Sunset muttered. And everything I need is right here.

Adam drew his sword, that damned red sword like a tongue dipped in blood. "Is this the honour of a huntress?"

"This is the honour of 'you will never lay a hand upon anyone I care about again,' and if that requires me to sully my 'honour' then so be it!" Sunset yelled. Let honour go hang. It might as well hang from a noose as hang in the closet like a garment to be worn at high class parties, which is all that it is good for else. What is honour, that we should prize it so above all other things, above life and health and happiness? Can honour stitch a wound, can honour fend off a determined foe, can honour rebuff the fury of the grimm? No, no, and no again!

Honour did not save Ruby from Adam's sword. Honour did not prevent him from stabbing me through the gut and through the armour too. Honour has not brought about Pyrrha's many splendid victories, and it will not save her life if Cinder has her way.

Cinder will kill Pyrrha if she can, but no doubt it will comfort her mother to know that she died honourably. Adam will kill Rainbow Dash and Blake, but nevertheless, Rainbow would treat him with honour until the moment of her passing comes, because Pinkie's tears will be dried so well with the handkerchief of Rainbow's honour?!

The graves are full of honourable men; therefore, let me keep my friends amongst the living by discarding it like trash. If I must soil myself worse than a farmyard dog, then let me do so, so long as they live.


Her ace in the hole might feel a little differently, but she wouldn't refuse to join the battle for mere honour's sake, once it was begun.

"I will give you the honour of my weapons," Sunset informed him. "That is as much as you deserve from me."

"Everyone just calm down for a second!" Rainbow yelled. "Sunset, how did you-?"

"Find out?" Sunset asked. "Well-"

"Sunset Shimmer?"

Sunset and Pyrrha were still at the window, looking out across the city of the dead, able to see anyone approaching the house from the front. They were just about to start training Sunset's semblance – although they hadn't actually gotten so far as for Pyrrha to explain how, precisely, she intended to do that – when they were interrupted by the voice of Midnight, that mingling of Twilight's voice with a tone so mechanical it had to be done on purpose.

Sunset looked away from Pyrrha and towards the android – or the VI in an android's body – standing in the doorway of the bedroom. "Yes?"

Midnight stood in the doorway for a moment, silent save for the whirring sound as her head shifted a little to the left, and then a little to the right. "Rainbow Dash is gone," she declared.

"'Gone'?" Pyrrha repeated. "What do you mean she's gone?"

"Rainbow Dash has left the area."

"What?!" Sunset cried, louder than she maybe should have, but she was shocked beyond her own ability to keep it down. She took a step towards the android, her ears flattening atop her head. "Where? And why?"

"I do not know where, although I can track her scroll easily if you require," Midnight said. "I believe she has gone to rescue Fluttershy."

"Alone?" Pyrrha asked. "That's-"

"Hazardous," Midnight said softly. "She is not certain she will return."

Sunset's brow furrowed. Her chest heaved up and down. "Explain."

"Before she left, Rainbow told me that in two hours from her departure, if she remains absent, I am to notify Ciel Soleil that she is in command of Team Rosepetal, that Rainbow Dash is missing in action, and that no attempt is to be made to recover her. That was ten minutes ago."

"Oh, gods," Pyrrha murmured.


Alone? She went off alone? Of all the stupid, irresponsible- "You're not supposed to notify Ciel for another hour and fifty minutes," Sunset pointed out. "So why are you telling us now?"

"And why did you wait ten minutes?" Pyrrha demanded.

"I am telling you because I do not want Rainbow Dash to die," Midnight said. "I waited because I did not want you to stop her before she had the chance to save Fluttershy."

"Midnight," Pyrrha hissed reproachfully. "Because of your delay, Rainbow could be in grave danger."

"And if I had not delayed, Fluttershy would have remained in danger," Midnight pointed out.

"Why us?" Sunset asked. "Why tell us and not Ciel?"

"Ciel Soleil would report Rainbow's actions as a disciplinary infraction," Midnight explained. "But you have a history of reckless behaviour, so my hope is that you will not judge Rainbow Dash for her actions or punish her for them."


"Let's just say that Midnight was worried about you," Sunset said.

She took a step forwards. The powerful magelight that she had cast in the air above them shone as bright as day, albeit a rather green day, illuminating the bird faunus with the katanas – and Adam.

It was on Adam that Sunset's eyes were fixed. Adam Taurus with his sword drawn, Adam Taurus who had given her a remembrance of his esteem the last time they met, Adam Taurus who had injured Ruby. Adam Taurus who had just declared his intent to take Blake back, to death or to horrors so great that she would beg for death.

That would not happen. He would not harm Blake, he would not harm Ruby, he would not harm any of them, not while Sunset had anything to say about it.

Sunset felt her scar, the scar that Adam had given her with his sword, twinge in pain. She felt the anxiety rise up within her throat like bile, leaving a sourness that no amount of swallowing could remove. She felt her breathing deepen.

Three times now, she had faced him: at the docks, outside the bookshop, and on the train. Three times, she had faced him, and three times, he had bested her.

She very much wanted to make this the last time that would pay for all before it. She wanted to bury him under the stones that she had ripped from the nearby buildings – the structures were beginning to rot; it was easy to tear the bricks and mortar apart in discrete chunks – she wanted to tear the road apart and drop him down into the undercity below from such a height that his aura would not protect him. She wanted to unload all the power in her command at him.

And she would do it too.

"Clear out of here, both of you," she snapped at Rainbow and Fluttershy. "I've got a score to settle."

"Sunset-" Fluttershy began.

"Go, Fluttershy," Adam growled, twirling his sword in his hand. "Since Sunset has come all the way here to fight with me, I have no intention of sending her away unsatisfied." He grinned. "Although whether or not I send you away alive is something else altogether!"

Sunset bared her teeth, her tale swishing from side. Her ears could not be pressed any further down against the top of her head. Arrogant little- "Okay then, here it comes!"

"Stop!" commanded Cinder, her voice cutting through the darkness, preceding her coming like a herald preceding the arrival of a queen. She swept into the light, and Sunset almost thought the green glow suited her, although she would have been hard put to explain why.

Cinder looked Sunset in the eye, a grin pricking at the corners of her mouth. "Sunset."

Sunset took a deep breath. She had a strange and rather uncomfortable feeling that Cinder had just caught her being naughty. Moreover, she had caught Sunset showing a rather ugly side of herself, uglier than Sunset had shown at any point when they were at Beacon together. Yes, Sunset had done some immoral things there, but Cinder had encouraged half of those, so it didn't really count, whereas this was Sunset showing a shadowy side of her completely unprompted. Plus, as stupid as it might sound, Sunset had managed to make her vengeance against Bon Bon and Cardin look kind of cool, but there wasn't much that was cool about interrupting a prisoner release to try and murder somebody who terrified you.

It was kind of absurd to worry that the person who was serving the Queen of the Grimm had caught you crossing a line, but Sunset did worry nevertheless, even if she couldn't have said why. She attempted to adopt a more urbane tone in an effort to recover a little lost dignity. "Cinder."

"I would ask just what is going on here," Cinder said. She smiled. "But whatever it is, I am glad it gave us a chance to see one another again. Did you miss me?"

"I miss the days I thought you were on my side," Sunset replied.

Cinder pouted. "Sunset, please, I've always been on your side. I'm more on your side than you are."

"That's… debatable, to say the least," Sunset murmured. "But I'm… I'm very glad to see you too."

That was a lie, and a rather barefaced one at that, but it was better than admitting that she wished Cinder hadn't seen her like this. That, apart from anything else, would be an admission that she had done something wrong.

Cinder chuckled. The smile remained upon her face as she looked around the scene, taking in the tableaux of figures where they stood.

"I appear to have lost one of my prisoners," she observed. "Adam, I would ask you what's going on, but I already know that you took Fluttershy out of her confinement and brought her here. What I don't know is why you would do such a thing without my authorisation?"

"Because it felt like the right thing to do," Adam said tartly.

"'The right thing to do'?" Cinder repeated incredulously. "'The right thing to do'? And since when has Adam Taurus cared about doing the right thing in regards to a human?"

"You would have me do the right thing by you, would you not?" Adam demanded. "I will cut down any enemies who stand in our way, but that girl? She is not my enemy."

"Are not all humans your enemies?"

"Are you my enemy?" Adam asked. "No. Then I decide who is my enemy and who is not. Not you, not the High Leader, none but myself! My will is yet in my own keeping."

"Does not my aid-?"

"Does this girl really pose such a threat to our plans?" Adam snapped. "Is she so important? If not, then this is nothing but petulant whining and does not become you."

Cinder's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Sunset thought that she would attack him. However, she merely sighed. "We will discuss this further another time, a time when we were not entertaining company," she muttered. The smile returned to her face, not quite reaching towards her eyes, as she faced Sunset once again. "Dare I assume what happened next: Adam summoned Rainbow Dash to collect her friend, you found out about it somehow, and decided that you would break the truce in an attempt to take your revenge?"

"Technically, there was never an official truce to break," Sunset replied defensively. "But… yes, that's about the size of it."

Cinder's smile widened. "Ah, Sunset, Sunset, Sunset. I would ask what I'm going to do with you, but the larger question, of course, is… what are we going to do now?"

"I hope it goes without saying that we're not going to give Fluttershy back," Sunset said.

"No, I wouldn't expect you to," Cinder said. "But equally, as much as I sympathise with your desire to kill Adam at the moment, I'm afraid I can't allow that. I don't want to fight you, Sunset. The time is not yet come for us. But if you insist upon pursuing this vendetta here tonight, then it will be me you deal with, not Adam alone."

Sunset licked her lips. This… well, this rather changed things, didn't it? Regardless of whether or not she wanted to fight Cinder – which she didn't, particularly – facing her and Adam was obviously quite a different proposition than facing Adam alone.

"So… what then?" she asked. "You say that you don't want to fight me, so what do you propose instead?"

"That we treat this as it was intended," Cinder declared, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "As a prisoner exchange… except for the obvious lack of any exchange involved. I hope you can appreciate the irony that I am releasing one of my prisoners and allowing you to depart unmolested, even though you have broken a truce, while you have both broken the truce and offered me nothing in exchange for my generosity… and yet somehow, I am the villain of this tale?"

"You brought us here with a knife to Fluttershy's throat," Rainbow growled.

"Do you hear a gnat buzzing, Sunset?" Cinder asked. "I thought I heard something, but I might have been mistaken."

Sunset snorted. She released the magic that she had been holding ready all this time, letting the green spears dissipate into the empty air. She held out her hands on either side of her and bowed to Cinder as she had bowed to Lady Nikos in Mistral. "I thank you, humbly, for your generosity," she said. "Truly, a commoner may be as honourable as a lord." And more than some, considering your stepsister. "And a faunus may be as honourable as either of them," she added, and as she spoke, she hurled Soteria across the green-lit space that separated them, the black sword landing perfectly – a touch of telekinesis helped – at Cinder's feet.

She had behaved badly tonight, and Cinder had caught her in her misbehaviour, but hopefully, she could redeem herself in Cinder's eyes with a display of nobility now.

Cinder looked down at the venerable blade, at the sword of honour, at the sword that her stepsister Phoebe would have killed to possess. Her amber eyes widened, and Sunset fancied that she saw the flash of desire there. She looked again at Sunset. "What is this?"

"A ransom," Sunset said.

"I didn't ask for one," Cinder pointed out.

"And yet, I offer it to you nonetheless," Sunset replied.

"You offer me Soteria for one Atlesian girl?" Cinder asked. "The sword of Achates Kommenos, the sword that was carried for the Emperor, the sword that was wielded in combat with the Last King, and you offer it to me to buy the life of… of her?" She gestured at Fluttershy. "What is she to you?"

"Worth saving," Sunset said. "Like you."

Cinder scoffed. "I never took you for a sentimental fool, Sunset."

"In that, it seems, we are alike," Sunset suggested.

Cinder shook her head. "Keep your sword," she said. "You will have need of it in the battles to come." She smiled. "For you will be my enemy in the morning."

"You are still my enemy tonight," Sunset said. "But even enemies can show respect for one another."

"Indeed," Cinder acknowledged. "Some by giving and others by refusing gifts; keep your sword. I insist upon it. I know you would not want to insult me by pressing remuneration into my hands against my will."

Sunset hesitated for a moment. "I am fond of that sword."

"And so you should be; it is a fine sword," Cinder said, kicking it a few feet in Sunset's direction. "And it… suits you, I must say."

"Black would go well with your aesthetic."

"Perhaps," Cinder allowed. "But there are… disadvantages to a metal blade. Someone who didn't know you like I do might even suspect you were trying to set me up to fail with such a gift. But I know you'd never do that to me, and so," Cinder bowed to Sunset in turn, "I thank you but decline your generous offer, and now, as glad as I am to see you once more, I fear that we must bid you goodnight, and good fortune… you'll need it, in this place."

Sunset snorted. "We'll see about that."

Cinder shrugged, but the smile on her face remained as she straightened her back and gestured for Adam and the other faunus to move off. Swiftly, they did so, sloughing off into the dark until only Cinder remained within the light.

She stayed a moment longer, looking at Sunset, before she too turned away. She stopped, looking over her shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, Sunset," she added, "tell Pyrrha to stop skulking about in the shadows like that; it is unworthy of her royal race." She smirked and looked unutterably smug as she disappeared into the night.

How did she spot her? It shouldn't have been possible for a human to see that well in the dark, and it wasn't as though Adam had told her. Maybe the winged faunus had a telepathy semblance. "Show off," Sunset muttered as she summoned Soteria back into her hand and sheathed it across her back.

"Pyrrha?" Rainbow asked. "Pyrrha's here?"

"Hello again," Pyrrha said softly as she stepped into the light which gleamed upon her circlet and her armour.

"Okay," Sunset said. "I'm going after her, I'll be back as quick as I can, but if I'm not back by morning, you're in charge. But then, you've read my letter, so you already knew that. And hey, Blake's already here, so that takes care of that too."

"In charge of what?" Pyrrha demanded.

"The team," Sunset said, as though that should have been obvious. It really should have been obvious, in her opinion. "And the mission, don't let Ciel-"

"'The mission'?" Pyrrha repeated incredulously. "You think the mission can continue with both team leaders missing, or worse? Professor Goodwitch will order us straight back to Beacon, and rightly so."

"You can't be suggesting that we just leave Rainbow Dash out there on her own?" Sunset said. "I mean, she's got her faults, but she doesn't deserve that."

"Of course not," Pyrrha said, and now she sounded as though Sunset was the one who was being myopic. "I'm coming with you, of course."

"'Of course'?" Sunset snapped. "There's no 'of course' about it; we can't both sneak out!"

"Why in Remnant not?"

"Because it's probably dangerous!"

"And I am a huntress," Pyrrha reminded her. "And your friend."

"I'm your friend too, and as your friend, I would not see you perish in this dismal place."

"Then you will have to protect me," Pyrrha said. "And in so doing, ensure your own survival also."

Sunset's eyes narrowed. "I suppose you think that's very clever, don't you?"

A smile tugged at the corners of Pyrrha's mouth. "No more than usual."


"It turns out that Pyrrha can be very stubborn when she wants to be," Sunset said. She glanced towards the aforementioned Pyrrha. "I hope you don't mind about the sword-"

Pyrrha held up one hand to forestall any further explanation. "A life saved for the cost of a sword? It would have been cheap at the price." She walked the rest of the way towards them. "Good evening, Fluttershy. I suppose it's really a little late to be evening, but saying 'goodnight' as a greeting doesn't really feel right, does it?"

Fluttershy sniffed. "Hello, Pyrrha," she murmured. She took a deep breath. "Sunset, how could you? Adam is-"

"I know very well what Adam Taurus is," Sunset said, cutting her off. "I know what he is better than you, I dare say. I don't know why he let you go, and I will go so far as to confess that I didn't think he had it in him, but the fact that he managed to muster up some humanity under your influence doesn't change the fact that he has almost killed Ruby, Twilight, and myself, that he made Blake's life a living hell and is fixated on her still and anyone connected with her; it does not change the fact that he is dangerous! Next time, there might be no 'almost' about it. Next time, he might kill Ruby; next time, he might kill Pyrrha; next time, he might kill Rainbow Dash, as he desires to do! I saw a chance to make sure that didn't happen, and I took it. And I'd do it again! You can think whatever you like of me for that; I don't care. I'm not here to be popular."

"And so you would have killed him?" Fluttershy demanded. "Without cause?"

"I have cause," Sunset insisted. "He deserves to die."

"Will you give death to everyone who deserves it?" Fluttershy asked. "And life to all those who deserve that?"

Sunset was silent for a moment. "I have my flaws – I have never claimed otherwise – that you regard this beast so highly… speaks well of your virtues I suppose. But though you blow for a thousand years, you will not put Adam Taurus near my conscience." Her tail twitched. "Pyrrha, would you mind escorting Fluttershy back to base? Rainbow and I need to have a little talk first."

"I've got a couple of things to say to you as well," Rainbow muttered.

Pyrrha hesitated for a moment, but seemed eventually to decide it would be best to pretend that she hadn't heard anything Rainbow Dash had said.When she spoke, it was in a kindly tone: "Of course. Fluttershy, would you like to come with me?"

Fluttershy nodded and gradually released Rainbow Dash from her embrace – and gradually, Rainbow released her too, which might even have been a longer and more drawn-out process, as though she were afraid that Fluttershy would disappear, turn into dust, or be revealed to have never existed at all the moment that Rainbow Dash let her go.

Sunset supposed that she could understand that. In Rainbow's place, she might have felt the same way.

Pyrrha drew Miló – they hadn't had any trouble with the grimm going in, but that was no guarantee that they would have none coming out – and held it in sword mode in one hand while she placed her free arm around Fluttershy's shoulder and held her close as they made their way back towards the house they had made their camp.

Sunset watched them go for but a moment, before she faced squarely up to Rainbow Dash.

"Now," she said, "do you want to explain what you think you were doing?"

"What I was doing?" squawked Rainbow Dash. "What I was doing? What do you think you were doing?"

"What you should have done, taking out the trash!" Sunset snapped. "I mean… you came here alone? Unarmed? Are you kidding me right now?"

"He said that he was going to let her go," Rainbow said. "And he did. Don't talk to me like I walked into some trap and you had to save my butt."

"No, I just had to remember that this is our enemy we're talking about!" Sunset hissed. "Adam Taurus called you up, told you to meet him alone and unarmed, and you just did it?"

"Of course not," Rainbow replied. "Fluttershy told me that it was legit."

"Oh, Fluttershy told you," Sunset said, rolling her eyes. "Fluttershy told you. Fluttershy, whom they were holding prisoner, told you, so that's alright then."

"Fluttershy wouldn't lie; if it was a trap, she would have told me so," Rainbow said. "She wouldn't put me in danger to save herself."

"And you didn't consider that this might be a good chance to take him out?" Sunset demanded.

"Like you, you mean? No, I didn't think that the moment when he'd decided to do the right thing and release a hostage was the perfect time to try and double-cross and kill him," Rainbow snarled. "My priority was to get Fluttershy out of this situation safely, and I ought to kick your ass for-"

"Don't talk to me like I put Fluttershy in danger. I waited until she was in your arms before I made a move," Sunset spat. "I didn't force you to stick around; you could have run and left me to it the moment you got Fluttershy like I told you to!"

"He made me a deal, and I took it," Rainbow declared. "We had an agreement-"

"There are no agreements between monsters and men," Sunset snarled. "This is Adam Taurus we're talking about!"

"So why don't we talk about Cinder Fall instead?!" Rainbow yelled. "Or don't you want to talk about her because then you'd have to point that mirror back at yourself?! Adam isn't the only one who tried to kill Twilight; Cinder did that too, but I notice that didn't stop you from… whatever that was! Yes Cinder, no Cinder, take my sword, why don't you, Cinder. Yes, I was willing to let Adam walk away, but at least I was going to do it because it was the right thing to do, not because…" She trailed off.

Sunset glared at her. "Say it," she demanded.

"Not because I'm too close to see him clearly for what he is," Rainbow muttered.

Sunset snorted. "I see enough," she muttered. "Cinder isn't Adam. Cinder… Cinder is capable of honour-"

"So is Adam Taurus, apparently," Rainbow said.

"Cinder has cause for what she has done."

"So does Adam; you saw that scar on his face."

"Why are you defending him?"

"I'm not defending him; I'm showing that there's nothing special about Cinder except that you want there to be," Rainbow insisted.

"I will not let you turn this around on me!" Sunset snapped. "I am not the one who went off by myself, unarmed, into what, if it had been a trap, would have been an incredibly obvious trap, telling only a robot where I was going-"

"No, you just followed me."

"I wasn't alone; I had Pyrrha!"

"We both know that if Adam had called you offering to let Ruby go, or Pyrrha, then you would have done exactly the same thing that I did!"

"Yes!" Sunset yelled. "Yes, I probably would, and that… that is the most infuriating thing about you. You're just the same kind of idiot that I am, but you act like you're better than me! I have flaws, Celestia knows, but I own them. I care about my team more than I care about other people. There. I said it. I care about my friends more than I care about those who are not my friends. I care about Pyrrha more than I care about you; I care about you more than I care about Weiss; I care about Weiss more than I care about some random person plucked off the street. It's not pretty, and I'm pretty sure that Pyrrha would judge me if she heard me say it out loud, but you get it, don't you? You know what I'm talking about because you're the same as I am: team first, friends first, family first; the difference is that I can admit it to myself, but you, you drape yourself in the flag of Atlas and act like you're perfect. Well, you're not! You're an arrogant idiot, just like me!" She paused, running one hand through her fiery hair. "You strut around, the great Rainbow Dash, acting like you're something else, looking down on me whenever I step a toe out of line, judging me, threatening me, holding your nose around me like the toilet doesn't smell after you've used it." She put her hands on her hips, as she looked up at the stars and the broken moon. "You are the worst team leader I know, do you realise that?

"You want to know why, I'll tell you why: because you're lazy. You're lazy and incurious, and you rest on your laurels, and you get away with all of it because your rank and closeness to General Ironwood accord you deference from a team many of whom are naturally inclined to give you a free ride anyhow! I work my ears and tail off to be worthy of Team Sapphire. I am not the warrior that Pyrrha is with the sword or the gun, I never will be; I don't have Ruby's heart, and I never will. But I work hard, not just in combat class but in every class, and I could say the same about Weiss, or even about Yang. But not you! You coast by on the things that you're good at, and you let the things you're bad at slide as though they don't matter, and you don't even realise that that isn't the point. The point is not that plant science might save your life one day; as far as I know, it never will, and it really is a pointless subject; the point is to show that you're willing to put the effort in regardless."

Sunset took a deep breath.

"I am not the fighter that you are either. Without my magic, you would kick my ass, I admit that. I will never be the fighter that you are, but you will never be fit for command, not while you take your skills for granted and indulge your weaknesses. You want to lead Atlas someday? Then shape up, because right now, you…"

Sunset sighed and ran her hands through her fiery hair.

"I should have done this a long time ago," she said. "I should have curbed your tendencies, because I know exactly where they lead. Believe me, General Ironwood's tolerance of your… attitude will not last forever. He might not realise it yet, but on some level, I promise, he is aware of everything that I have just described to you. But you're only a first year, and you have so much promise, and you still have time. Well, let me tell you something: eventually, there will come a time when you do not have time, when promise isn't enough to make up for everything, and when that day comes, General Ironwood is going to choose to devote his attention to someone who deserves it, someone who is willing to do the work, to learn the lessons, to constantly improve themselves, someone-"

"Like Blake?"

"Yes, like Blake, but don't change the subject and don't use Blake as an excuse!" Sunset cried. "You need to fix this, not just for your ambitions but for your team, for Ciel, for Penny. You and I… we've been given the keys to the kingdom, you do realise that, right? We have been blessed, you and I, in the teams we lead. General Ironwood chose you to lead his best, and while initiation seems random, given that Professor Ozpin picked us to be his sword against Salem, I don't think it's too arrogant to say that he chose me to do the same. We're the chosen ones, Dash, you and me, but we have to earn that choice, every day, in every way."

Rainbow Dash looked away, a guilty look upon her face, like she'd been caught with one hand in the cookie jar. "You… you do realise that that has nothing to do with anything that happened tonight, right?"

"I know, but I've wanted to say it for a really long time," Sunset replied. "So I suppose I ought to thank you for giving me the opportunity."

They were both silent for a moment, standing in the darkness, staring at one another.

Then Sunset sniggered, and then the laughter spilled out of both of their mouths.

Rainbow shook her head. "I won't apologise for what I did tonight," she insisted. "I did what I had to do."

"You can believe that, just don't expect me to agree with you," Sunset said. "And don't expect me to apologise either."

"I never expect you to apologise; you just get defensive about it."

"Oh, like you never do that," Sunset said.

"Only when I'm right."

"Same here."

Rainbow hesitated for a moment. "Did you mean all that stuff that you said?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't," Sunset muttered.

Rainbow looked down. "So what do I do about it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, there's no hope for you; you're not a natural genius like me," Sunset said. "Look, you just need to actually read a few books; it's not hard. If Yang Xiao Long can manage it, I'm sure that you can. Just… I tell you what, here's a good starting exercise to expand your mind: what are we going to tell Professor Goodwitch?"
 
Chapter 107 - Scouts
Scouts​


Today, we of the Survey Corps held one final council.

Cinder sat in her billet, in the abandoned bar where the railwaymen might once have come to drink, sitting perched upon the bar proper with a book, bound in red leather, sat upon her knee.

She was rather pleased to have found this, or rather, to have had it found for her. She didn't know how Emerald had come by it, but she found this account by one of the founders of Mountain Glenn, one Crozier Bishop of the Survey Corps, who had been part of the team that scouted the city's location and who had stayed on as the city began to take shape.

Hopefully, he had also been present for its fall and had continued to record the fortunes of the colony until the last moment.

It was always a terrible shame to read a story without an end.

I argued, once again, for a location further north, in the valley formed by the spurs of the mountains. Space above ground will be tighter, yes, and we will be even more dependent upon the underground railroad for links to Vale, but the northern location would be far easier to defend, with only one way in that we must guard against the grimm.

Balin does not agree. He prefers the more southerly location, with more open space to expand the settlement, and with not such difficult ground lying between us and Vale. There is land here that can be farmed, land where a city could grow.

Land on which we may be attacked from any direction.

Balin is the leader of this expedition. His recommendation will go to the Council, and such is his reputation, there is little chance they will reject it.

I fear we are about to commit an act of grave hubris.


A smirk blossomed upon Cinder's face. An act of grave hubris. Yes, building a city in a place with no natural defences and believing that it would merely require will and money to keep the monsters at bay, believing that nature's wrath would kneel before your science and technology, that might be called an act of grave hubris.

So might sending nine children to this place, thinking that they are sufficient to deal with whatever they might find.

So might thinking me beaten, my shot wasted, my sting drawn.

Professor Ozpin, I think you have committed an act of grave hubris all of your own.


And as the hubris of Mountain Glenn had been punished by its utter ruin and destruction, so too would she punish the hubris of Professor Ozpin and General Ironwood and all of those who thought the sun had set on her.

Those who thought her beaten would learn the folly of their arrogance.

Including Sunset. She too was committing an act of grave hubris. They all were, as grave as those old men who had sent them on this quest: Pyrrha, hiding her pride behind a mask of sweetness and humility; Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle with their Atlesian fetishisation of technology; Blake, who presumed to judge the ethics of those like Cinder who suffered more than Blake could dream of.

And Sunset, who was so very proud. Her arrogance was endearing, especially the way that it was seasoned by a healthy dose of hidden insecurities, but she would be punished for it nevertheless. Here, in Mountain Glenn, she would reach the end of vanity.

XxXxX​

Rainbow Dash could practically feel her hair turning grey beneath the stern glare of Professor Goodwitch.

"So," Professor Goodwitch said, not taking her eyes away from Rainbow Dash for a second. Her hands were behind her back, holding her riding crop mostly but not completely out of sight, and she cast a shadow over Rainbow and across the room in the desolate house that they had made camp in. "You got a call from your friend after she was released by the White Fang?"

Rainbow considered herself to be an honest person, most of the time. But in this moment, she was very glad that she was not a terrible liar like Applejack. At least, she hoped that she wasn't that bad of a liar. She hoped, very much, that she was keeping a straight face as she said, "That's right, ma'am."

They had decided not to tell the truth; partly because Professor Goodwitch might have the same reaction to what Rainbow had done as Sunset had, and partly because neither of them wanted to upset Blake by talking about Adam. It was best to let it lie and let Gilda take the credit.

Rainbow didn't dare tear her eyes away from Professor Goodwitch to see how the rest of Teams RSPT and SAPR were taking this story – or the appearance of Fluttershy in the house when they woke up that night, for that matter. She'd gotten their surprise, but then Professor Goodwitch had started asking questions, and there hadn't been much time to notice anything else.

Professor Goodwitch stared at her for a moment more, and then abruptly turned away, wheeling on her toes to face Fluttershy. Fluttershy looked as if she was trying to hide behind her long lilac hair; that might have been true; it was a habit of hers. In the light of day, with the sun coming up and the darkness being banished to the underground where they were soon to go, Rainbow could see just what a state Fluttershy was in. In the light of day, Rainbow could see that she was a bit of a mess, her hair frazzled and her clothes tattered and stained and fraying in places at the edges. There were dark lines under her green eyes, as if underlining their unusual shape.

Professor Goodwitch stared down at her for a moment, but when she spoke, it was in a softer tone than she had used on Rainbow Dash. "It's Fluttershy, isn't that right?"

"Y-yes," Fluttershy murmured, her voice trembling. "That's right, ma'am."

"It's alright, Fluttershy," Professor Goodwitch said gently. "You're safe now, amongst friends. I simply want to understand how that happened."

Fluttershy was silent for a moment. "One of the White Fang, her name is Gilda, she was… she was very nice to me. She tried to protect me from Cinder."

Sounds like I owe you one, G.

"So Cinder is here," Jaune muttered.

"Was that ever in doubt?" Sunset asked.

Jaune shrugged but said nothing.

Professor Goodwitch ignored them both. Her attention was all on Fluttershy now. "And it was this Gilda who let you go?"

Fluttershy nodded silently, her head bobbing up and down. It wasn't even a lie, not really; Gilda had let Fluttershy go, having been holding her up until that moment.

No need to mention Adam, or a fight. With how things had gone down, Professor Goodwitch was certain to disapprove of at least one of Sunset and Rainbow, and possibly the pair of them, so better to prevent a smoother narrative of events without any sharp edges.

"And that's when you called Miss Dash?" Professor Goodwitch asked.

Again, Fluttershy nodded. "That's right. Gilda… Gilda told me that she was here."

"The enemy is aware of our presence," Ciel muttered distastefully. "It appears our efforts at discretion were for nought."

"If they know we're here, then they must have seen our airship land," Ruby said. "And if they saw that, then they must have some idea of our location, so why haven't they attacked us?"

"Because they don't just want us in Mountain Glenn; they want us somewhere specific," Jaune guessed. "We haven't walked all the way into the trap yet."

Again, Professor Goodwitch ignored them, choosing to wheel once more back to Rainbow Dash. "And then you, Miss Dash, decided to go and assist your friend without informing any of your teammates?"

"She informed me, Professor," Sunset said, taking a step forward.

"And you didn't think to pass that information along to anyone else either, Miss Shimmer?" Professor Goodwitch demanded in an acid tone.

Sunset thrust her hands into her jacket pockets. "There didn't seem the need to wake anyone else, Professor. Pyrrha was on watch, I wasn't leaving my post, and everyone needed their sleep while they could get it."

"I don't need sleep," Penny pointed out.

Sunset cringed. "Sorry, Penny, I forgot."

Penny looked at Rainbow. "Did you forget too, Rainbow Dash?"

"No," Rainbow replied. "But I thought that… it might be better if you stayed here, just in case."

"Just in case something happened while both team leaders were absent and unaccounted for," Professor Goodwitch said. "I'm rather disappointed in the both of you, particularly in you, Miss Shimmer. I thought I'd taught you better than this. This might have been a trap set by the White Fang."

"If it was a trap, then surely it was best that not everyone walked into it," Sunset protested.

"And who would have assisted you when the trap sprung shut, Miss Shimmer?"

Pyrrha, Rainbow thought, but she and Sunset had agreed to leave Pyrrha out of it. So she said, "We… we messed up, ma'am. I didn't behave the way a team leader should. I'm sure the General will agree with you."

"I'm not so certain," Professor Goodwitch sniffed. "James seems inordinately fond of you. You are correct, however; your behaviour did not adhere to the high standards expected of the huntsman academies. I appreciate that Miss Shy is your friend, but youth can only excuse so many mistakes. You put yourselves in danger and risked leaving both your teams leaderless, and you can be sure that my report will reflect that." She paused. "That being said, it is a good thing that Miss Shy is here; we have one less hostage to worry about. Although we do have to consider what we're going to do with you, Miss Shy."

"She can stay in the airship," Sunset suggested. "Midnight can stay to guard her, and she can have the doors locked. If the White Fang haven't attacked us here, it's unlikely they'll attack after we're gone."

"Not if they let Fluttershy go," Jaune agreed. "There wouldn't be much point in doing that only to take her prisoner again later."

"What of the grimm?" Ciel asked. She was glaring at Rainbow Dash as though she was practicing her Professor Goodwitch imitation.

"Midnight can fly The Bus and operate the weapons if she has to," Rainbow replied.

Ciel's eyebrows rose. "Really?"

"I am honoured by your trust," Midnight said.

"Trust and the fact that we can't spare anyone else to keep watch over Fluttershy," Rainbow said.

"I am honoured by your lack of options."

Blake crossed the room to where Fluttershy stood and placed a hand upon her shoulder as she said, "It's good to see you safe, Fluttershy. Do you remember me? I'm Blake; we met briefly at the end of the spring vacation, when you were about to set off with Applejack on your expedition."

Fluttershy peered at her from between the curtains of her hair. "I… I remember," she murmured. Her whole body shuddered. "I wish that I'd never wanted to-"

"It's not your fault, Fluttershy," Blake said, and it was amazing to Rainbow Dash how she was able to make her tone seem fierce and firm without altering the soothing gentleness of her voice. "What happened to you, what was done to you, it's not your fault. You mustn't let yourself think that it was your fault. It's their fault, not yours. You're not to blame. You can't think that you're to blame." She took Fluttershy's other shoulder with her free hand. "Do you mind…? It would be a big help if you were able to talk about it."

Fluttershy hesitated. "There… there isn't very much to tell. Like I said, Gilda took care of me."

"But did you see anything?" Blake asked. "Did you see where they were keeping you?"

"In a room," Fluttershy murmured. "It was dark, and I couldn't see very well, so if there was anything special about it, I'm afraid I don't remember. And before that, they blindfolded us. I did hear a lot of noise outside, though."

"I see," Blake whispered. She hesitated. "Fluttershy, you said that Cinder was there."

"She's the one who caught us," Fluttershy said. "She said that she was a Haven student, that her team had gotten lost, so we offered her something to eat by our fire, and then…"

Sunset turned away, her ears drooping down into her hair. Well might she take that attitude, in Rainbow's opinion.

"Did you see anyone else in particular, besides Cinder and Gilda?" Blake asked. "Was there a man?"

"You mean Adam?" Fluttershy asked.

Blake frowned. She bowed her head a little. "Yes," she sighed. "I mean Adam. Thank you, Fluttershy. I'm sorry that you had to go through this."

"It is unfortunate that you are not able to provide any fresh insights," Ciel said. "But not your fault," she added quickly. "However, it means that the parameters of our mission have barely changed, save that we must only rescue one person instead of two."

"So what's the plan?" Penny asked.

"Miss Dash, why don't you escort Miss Shy to the airship?" Professor Goodwitch suggested. "Then we can see if you are ready to act like a team leader now."

The fact that Rainbow deserved this – albeit perhaps not for the reasons Professor Goodwitch thought she deserved it – meant that Rainbow had no response but mute acceptance as she stepped towards Fluttershy, holding out one hand to her. "Fluttershy?"

Blake looked at Rainbow but didn't smile as she released her grip on Fluttershy's shoulders. Fluttershy's arm extended out slowly, her hand tentatively reaching out before she placed her fingers inside the palm of Rainbow's hand.

Rainbow's fingers closed over hers, and she led Fluttershy out of the house, allowing the sunlight to fall unfiltered on their faces, and to the waiting Skyray.

"Kind of appropriate, don't you think?" Rainbow said as the ramp extended downwards to allow Fluttershy to climb aboard. "That this should be the place to keep you safe?"

If they hadn't got Fluttershy back, and they had found out some other way that the enemy already knew they were here, Rainbow might have suggested changing their plan to an aerial insertion – after all, what could be more unexpected than an aerial insertion underground? – but they had got Fluttershy back, and there was no way – no way in Remnant – that Rainbow was taking her back into the undercity, even in The Bus.

"I suppose so," Fluttershy murmured, as the two of them began to walk up the ramp. "Rainbow Dash, about Adam-"

"Fluttershy," Rainbow said, cutting her off gently, but cutting her off nevertheless. "I appreciate that he let you go, and I… I don't know why he did that, but…"

"Have you seen his face?" Fluttershy asked.

Rainbow blinked. "Yeah, yeah, I've seen it. You've seen it?"

Fluttershy nodded. "He showed me. He told me that a woman named… Cally Fern, I think, she did this to him."

"You have a name?" Rainbow asked. "He gave you a name?"

"He wasn't sure that was the right name," Fluttershy clarified. "But it was something like that. Rainbow Dash, how could anyone do such a thing?"

Rainbow was silent for a moment. "I… I don't know," she admitted. "Because Atlas isn't nearly as perfect as we like to act as though it is." She sighed. "But, Fluttershy… Sunset… Sunset's not wholly wrong. Whatever he's gone through, he's still our enemy, and I could put aside the fact that he wants to hurt me for helping Blake, but he also wants to hurt Blake and Sunset. I can't just ignore that. If it comes down to it… he's my enemy. And my job… sometimes involves dealing with enemies." She was very glad in that moment that Fluttershy didn't know that she had let Gilda go. Perhaps she ought to extend the same consideration to Adam, but… he didn't terrify her the way that he did Sunset, but she'd still feel a lot better – for Blake's sake, for everyone's sake – if he was, at the very least, locked up in solitary next door to Chrysalis.

Fluttershy stood upon the access ramp, looking down at the metal beneath her feet. "I know," she whispered. "I still don't like it, but I understand." She swallowed. "You will… Applejack, she'll be okay, won't she?"

"Yes!" Rainbow said firmly, approaching Fluttershy and taking her face in her hands, pressing her forehead against the other girl's. "Yes," she repeated, more quietly but every bit as intensely. "Applejack is going to be fine. You think they can break Applejack?" She laughed. "They haven't got a chance. We're going to get there as soon as we can – me and Blake and Sunset and everyone – and we're going to get her back. We will be back in Sugarcube Corner one day, I promise."

Fluttershy smiled, but it was a weak smile and trembled at the corners. "I really do wish I hadn't come," she whispered.

"Once we get Applejack back, you'll change your mind," Rainbow told her.

"Even when Applejack's back," Fluttershy said, and Rainbow was glad that she didn't say 'if,' "then what was the point? Everything that I observed, it's all gone."

Rainbow grinned. "Then you'll just have to do it all again, won't you?" she asked. She paused. "Maybe wait a little bit before you do, though."

Fluttershy let out a little giggle in spite of herself. Her eyes closed briefly as she said, "I think that's probably a good idea."

"Come on," Rainbow said. "Let's get you inside."

Fluttershy followed Rainbow in and sat down on one of the benches in the central passenger compartment. Midnight followed them, her steps clanking up the ramp.

"Hello, Fluttershy," she said. "I am Midnight, a Virtual Intelligence based on the neurological patterns of Twilight Sparkle." Her visor flashed green for a moment; Rainbow didn't know what was up with that. "I will protect you with my unnatural existence."

"Um, it's nice to meet you," Fluttershy said. "And… thanks?"

"I want you to lock the doors," Rainbow said. "So you won't be able to use the pintle cannons."

"If necessary, I will take off and use the oversized weapons with which you have oversaturated the nose," Midnight declared.

"You do that," Rainbow told her as she went into the cockpit and opened up the emergency cubbyhole behind the pilot's seat. Inside was a medkit, a scroll, four MREs, and a pistol. It was the last which Rainbow plucked out of the hole and, once she returned to the main compartment, pressed into Fluttershy's hands.

"You remember your lessons, right?" she asked.

"Rainbow Dash-"

"Safety off," Rainbow said, pressing her thumb against the safety. "Arm straight, aim down the sights, pull the trigger." She smiled. "Simple as that."

Fluttershy looked up into Rainbow's eyes. "I don't want to kill anybody."

"I don't want you to either," Rainbow agreed. "But I want you to die even less." She straightened up. "I'll be right back."

"Good luck," Fluttershy said, her voice rising at the end, tremulous with nerves.

"I don't need it," Rainbow said. "But thanks anyway. Midnight."

"Good hunting, Rainbow Dash," Midnight said.

Rainbow strode down the ramp. It ascended behind her, and as it ascended, the door to the Skyray slid closed. Rainbow turned, catching one last look of Fluttershy, hair dishevelled and eyes wide, before the metal door obscured her from view.

Rainbow turned away and rejoined the others in the house.

"Is everything okay?" Sunset asked. "Is she okay?"

"Of course not," Blake murmured.

Sunset cringed. "Right, I just meant-"

"She's not okay," Rainbow said. "But she's as good as it's going to get."

"We'll get your other friend back," Ruby assured her.

"But we need a plan first," Jaune declared. "We need somewhere to get underground."

"Although the enemy has been alerted to our presence," Ciel said, "nevertheless, it would be best if we could gain the underground without drawing even more attention to ourselves."

"Which means avoiding the grimm and any White Fang patrols," Rainbow said. "Which is why we have Twilight backing us up." She tapped her earpiece. "Twilight, are you reading me?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Yes. Yes, I'm right here, Rainbow Dash. I read you. How's Fluttershy?"

"About as well as you'd expect," Rainbow said. "But she'll be okay. She's more shook up and worried about Applejack than anything else. She's staying in The Bus, so you'll be able to talk to her, so long as you don't get distracted."

"I won't, don't worry," Twilight said, leaving it unclear whether she was going to talk to Fluttershy or not; Rainbow hoped that she did; it would be good for both of them to have something to calm them down.

"Where are the drones?" she asked, because everyone was watching her, and Ciel might start to get impatient if she and Twilight talked for too long.

"Entering the city airspace now," Twilight said. "I've been seeing grimm below for a while, but none close to your location – which I'm en-route to as we speak."

"Thanks, Twilight," Rainbow said, and muted herself with another tap of her earpiece. "Twilight's drones will be our eyes in the sky, but we should also have eyes on the ground. I'll scout ahead and pick a clear route through the city to an unguarded entrance to the underground; Sunset, you'll lead the main element; Blake, do you want to watch my back?"

Blake tilted her head to one side slightly, as if she was curious, but she said, "Of course."

Sunset's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you sure about this?"

Are you asking, or are you telling me I'm wrong? Rainbow thought she was right about this; she was pretty sure, but Sunset's words – words which, if she were to be honest with herself, she couldn't really deny for the simple reason that they were true – had her second guessing herself. No. No, she was right about this. Even if she had been avoiding all the stuff she wasn't good at, this was actually one of the things that she was.

She was right about this. "Yes," she said. "I'm sure."

Sunset held Rainbow's gaze for a moment. "Okay."

"We'll mark the route with these paint bombs, to stop any confusion talking to one another," Rainbow added, taking one of the bombs out of a pouch at her belt. Each one was about the size of an acorn, but was designed to have a wide spread across whatever surface it was. "Red is for danger; don't go that way. White means follow. If nothing else works, you can follow a trail of white splashes."

"We won't be that far behind you," Sunset said. "Ten minute head start?"

"Make it fifteen," Rainbow replied.

"Fine," Sunset agreed. She looked around the room. "Pyrrha, you're up front, with Jaune behind. Ruby, you're in the middle with me, then Ciel, then Penny you bring up the rear. Professor… as you like."

"No, Miss Shimmer, as you like," Professor Goodwitch said.

Sunset's brow furrowed slightly. "In the centre, with me and Ruby."

"Very well, Miss Shimmer," Professor Goodwitch said, in a tone which left it unclear whether she approved or not.

"Don't head down without us," Sunset told Rainbow. "Find an entrance, wait for us to catch up."

"That's the plan," Rainbow replied. To Blake, she asked, "Are you ready?"

Blake drew Gambol Shroud over her shoulder, the black blade transforming into pistol configuration before Rainbow's eyes. "If you are."

Rainbow nodded, pulling her goggles down over her magenta eyes. "Then let's go."

They plunged together into the empty streets of the dead city, where cars lay rusting and abandoned by the side of the road or sometimes in the very middle of the road, empty, turning to scrap metal, or else being slowly colonised by the weeds that were poking their way up through the old tarmac and climbing the metallic frames. Some cars had been moved, formed into barricades blocking off – or trying to block off – the streets of Mountain Glenn, along with buses either upright or overturned which had been turned so as to prevent their long faces to any attackers. Rainbow thought the upturned bus might have been a slightly better idea, if only because it meant the grimm couldn't get in through the windows, but neither had actually worked, as shown by the bodies that lay behind those makeshift barricades.

Even more than abandoned cars, the city streets were full of bodies. They were skeletons now, bones picked clean of flesh by time and scavengers, but they remained, filling up Mountain Glenn with their ghosts. Skeletons with guns and blades and a few with what looked like huntsman weapons lined the barricades or the road nearby, lying where the grimm had taken them; bodies filled the roads in lines, pointing in this direction or that; Rainbow guessed that they had been trying to run, trying to escape, trying to get… where? The underground? The city limits? Both? It seemed from Ruby's story – she probably should have looked this up herself – that almost everyone had fled into the underground when the levee broke, but maybe some of them had tried to get to Vale instead, though they would have done better to have tried to drive than run.

That was probably where those cars stuck in the road had come from. Rainbow hadn't looked to see if they had… bodies inside.

She didn't really want to know. She didn't want to see the bodies lying where she could see them.

Rainbow wondered how fast this had all been. Had these people known that the city was going to fall before it did? Had it caught them by surprise? It sounded like the grimm had just kept on attacking and attacking until they broke through, but had the people of Mountain Glenn known that was happening? Places like Vale had early warning systems and alarms and all sorts of stuff, and Mountain Glenn probably had them too, but whether or not to use it – whether or not to tell people that the grimm were attacking – was at the discretion of the Council and the delegated authorities. Some places didn't say anything until the grimm actually broke through, preferring to avoid panic drawing even more grimm to join the attack.

Rainbow could see the logic of that. It was the approach they tended to take in Atlas unless an attack was a very high threshold and they needed to get everybody into the shelters – or to prep for evac.

How had nobody seen this coming? Even if the authorities had decided to keep people in the dark about the fact that grimm were throwing themselves at the defences, how was it that nobody had worked out that at some point, the defences were going to collapse and it would be better to get everybody out while there was still time?

"Rainbow Dash?" Blake asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Rainbow said quickly. "Well, no. I mean, we're in this place for a start. I was just thinking… do you think that the first that the folks living here knew about the grimm attacks was when the grimm got into the city and they all had to run for the underground?"

Blake was silent for a moment. "I don't know," she admitted. "Ruby might, but I don't."

Rainbow shook her head. "If they were going to spend lives trying to defend this place, they should have spent those lives to get everybody out."

"It sounds like they were confident in their underground city," Blake reminded her.

"Something would have got inside," Rainbow said. "Even if they'd avoided what actually happened, the grimm up-top would have gotten down below."

"So what's the alternative?" Blake asked. "To not try?"

"The alternative is to get the people out," Rainbow insisted. "You think Atlas has never tried to plant a new settlement like this before?"

"Has it?"

Rainbow nodded. "It was called Appleoosa. One of Applejack's cousins was one of the first colonists… mind you, you could probably pick just about anything in Atlas, and one of Applejack's cousins would be involved in it somehow."

"Really?" Blake asked dryly.

"Really," Rainbow insisted. "There's so many of them, it's ridiculous, and they're all called Apple Pie! Or... something like that, I don't know how Applejack tells them apart. Anyway, this place called Appleoosa, it was… huh, it was down in the south-west of Solitas, where it's not so cold and you can have a go at growing food naturally. Like this place, they cleared out the grimm who were there already, and then started putting down roots and building up homes."

"And then the grimm came back," Blake guessed.

"Uh-huh," Rainbow agreed. "And they kept on coming back. No matter how many the military killed, there were always more of them. They could replace themselves a lot faster than the soldiers defending the town. Until-"

"The defences collapsed," Blake said.

"No," Rainbow said firmly. "When they realised that the defences would collapse, the Council ordered an evacuation. They sent in the Sixth and Thirteenth Battalions to take over the defences, supported by a company of Specialists and the cruisers Archer, Swiftsure, and Indomitable. Their orders were to hold the line until the evacuation was complete."

Blake waited for a moment. "And did they?"

"Yes," Rainbow declared. "The infantry suffered ninety percent casualties, the Specialist company was wiped out, and all three cruisers were destroyed; but they held the line, and the evacuation was carried out successfully: no civilian casualties. That… that's how… that's what it means to…" She trailed off. "What am I doing, standing here talking about this stuff, huh? We should keep moving."

The closest subway station to their landing ground was Angel Street – but because it was the closest, it was also the most obvious to anyone who had marked the area where their airship had gone down, and so, Rainbow and Blake steered clear of it. For pretty much the same reason, they also stayed away from the next two closest stations – Snow Hill and Heatherfield – because they, too, were pretty obvious and pretty obvious places for the enemy to lie in wait for them.

Instead, the two scouts weaved a way between those locations, not passing close enough by any of them to be observed by any defenders, leaving a trail of white paint to mark their passage for Sunset and the main group coming after them.

Rainbow had intended to head for a station called Cockfosters, which had to rank pretty high on a list of 'what were you thinking when you came up with that name?' names, but Twilight's drones reported a large concentration of beowolves nearby, and since they weren't here to tangle with the grimm, the two huntresses turned away – marking that route with red paint – and headed a little more to the north than they had planned.

It was the same story at Bank Station; the change in direction had gotten them a little away from Twilight's drones, into a sector of the city that hadn't been subject to aerial recon, and so, Rainbow saw the beowolves herself, fortunately before she rounded the corner and let them see her. They weren't doing very much – they weren't even on the move – they were just sort of standing there, or sitting there, growling to one another as they soaked up the sun. A couple of them prowled around on the edges of the pack, but none of them strayed very far. The alpha sat in the centre of its beowolves, scratching its claws idly upon the ground, making gouges in the tarmac.

Blake peered around the corner. "They don't seem to know we're here," she observed.

"Good," Rainbow replied, pulling a red paintball out of her pouch. "Let's keep it that way."

Blake frowned. "What do you think they're doing?"

"Nothing, by the look of it," Rainbow said.

"Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

Rainbow hesitated. "We can talk about this when we're a little further away from them, yeah?"

Blake hesitated. "Sure," she agreed, and Rainbow marked the route as a no-go before they made their exit, unseen and unhindered, to find a safer route.

It was as they were scouting that safer route, with Twilight's drones flying all over the city to give them advanced warning, that Rainbow said to Blake, "What do you mean, about it being odd?"

"I mean that grimm don't usually sit around doing nothing," Blake explained. "They're not lazy; quite the opposite. Grimm are driven in ways that we can barely comprehend, and yet, that pack was just relaxing? Not even patrolling, just sitting there?"

"Come to think of it, Sunset and I didn't come across a single grimm when we went to get Fluttershy. Neither sight nor sound." That probably ought to have seemed stranger to them than it had, what with this being a hive of grimm; Rainbow had just had other things on her mind last night, so she hadn't really thought about it. "What are you thinking?" Rainbow asked.

"I'm thinking that our enemy, our ultimate enemy, is not the White Fang or Cinder, but Salem, the mistress of the grimm," Blake reminded her. "What if she can make them turn against their own nature? What if she's making them sit idle, so that we can be-"

"Denied access to the underground," Rainbow guessed.

"I'm worried that it might be worse than that," Blake said. "What if we're only being denied access to certain entrances to the underground, herded towards the entrance that Salem – or Cinder – wants us to use."

Rainbow was silent for a moment. "Makes sense," she said. "We knew this was a trap walking into it."

"Did we expect that it would be that much of one?" Blake asked.

"Maybe we should have," Rainbow muttered. "But what choice have we got? It's either go on or turn back, and we can't turn back, not with Applejack still out there and not with so much we still don't know."

"So we just walk into the trap regardless."

"Isn't that what we planned to do?" asked Rainbow. "Sometimes, you just have to be tougher than the trap. Sometimes, that's all that you can do." She hesitated. "All the same, it was smart of you to pick up on that with the beowolves. Stuff like that is why…" She trailed off.

"Rainbow Dash?" Blake murmured.

Rainbow shook her head. "Let's keep moving," she said. "We still don't have a way down yet."

They led the way deeper into Mountain Glenn, out of the suburbs and into the city itself, where detached houses with their own gardens – or at least the remains of their own gardens, to go along with the remains of the empty, silent, decaying houses with the windows smashed in and the door torn off their hinges and the skeletal remains bleaching in the sun as they lay where they had fallen – made way for rising apartment blocks and shopping streets.

Not all of the apartment blocks were finished: some looked only half-built; others looked as if they had only just begun to rise, the mere skeletons of scaffolding like spears lancing up towards the sky. The rotting cars and buses were now joined by abandoned trucks, some toppled over to make barricades like the buses, and by leftover cranes and diggers from the construction sites, the yellow paint peeling off as the rust claimed them.

Some of the streets, they found blocked off by makeshift barricades, wood and metal and stone thrown together to block off the street completely against the advance of the grimm. Rainbow put her hands on her hips as she regarded it.

"I could fly over there," she said, "and I'm guessing that you could make it over there too, but I'm not so sure about everyone else."

"Mhmm," Blake murmured. "Jaune might struggle, and Ciel."

"So we'd better find a way around," Rainbow said. "Hopefully, some of these stores have rear exits."

XxXxX​

At this point, you're probably starting to think to yourself 'isn't this a little too easy? Aren't these grimm being awfully passive? Is it possible that we're being herded in a certain direction?' Cinder thought.

Well, you are, obviously, but it would be best if you didn't think too hard about that. Which is why I've placed something in your path to take your mind off it.

XxXxX​

It was Blake who found the alternate route. Blake had a gift for this kind of thing, on top of the other gifts that she had; she was surefooted – doubly so, considering that she was wearing heels – and graceful, her steps, her every movement silent or nearly silent. And she had a nose for finding her way as well.

Is there anything you can't do?

I sure hope not.


Twilight kept them informed of grimm concentrations to avoid, and when she didn't spot anything via her drone, the two scouts spotted it and could avoid the grimm without fighting.

Until her voice rang in Rainbow's ear. "Rainbow Dash, are you okay?"

Rainbow unmuted herself. "Yeah, Twilight, we're fine."

"Good," Twilight said, her voice possessing an edge of impatient concentration but not sounding panicked in any way. "Because I'm under attack."

"What?!" Rainbow yelled. "How did they find you? Can't Tsunami-?"

"Wait, sorry, no, not me personally; it's my drones that are under attack."

Rainbow sucked in a deep breath. "Well, that's a pretty big difference, don't you think?" she snapped. "Don't panic me like that again, Twi; this place has me enough on edge."

"Sorry."

"So, what's happening with the drones?"

"Small nevermores," Twilight said. "They're too small to be a threat to you, but they're enough in numbers to pull my drones apart."

"Can't you shoot back?"

"Am I allowed to shoot back? I thought you didn't want-"

"Yes, you are allowed to shoot back if the alternative is that we have no recon," Rainbow said firmly.

"Okay," Twilight replied. "Engaging now. I may not be able to spot everything while I take care of this."

"That's okay," Rainbow said. "Let us know when you're back online; we'll manage for now." She muted her earpiece again. "Did you get that?" she asked Blake.

Blake nodded. "Do you think it's a coincidence that the nevermores decided to attack now?"

"You think Cinder's trying to blind us?"

"I think it's a possibility," Blake replied.

"But why now?" Rainbow asked.

Blake thought about it for a moment. "I… I'm not sure."

"Me neither," Rainbow said. "Maybe it isn't a trap – not so much of a trap – as we thought it was; we just got lucky before, and now our luck's run out?"

"Maybe," Blake murmured.

"Anyway," Rainbow said, "I told Twilight we'd carry on without her for now."

And carry on they did, marking the way as they went, avoiding a couple of ursai who were too lazy to pursue them even if they did not notice the two huntresses, and making their way – without the benefit of Twilight's drones, but without trouble either – to another barricade, set up at the end of another retail street, just beyond a couture boutique of the sort that Rarity hoped to own one day. Indeed, it was a testament to the fervent nature of Rarity's dream that Rainbow knew the words 'couture boutique' purely from hearing her say them often enough.

The name was faded from above the store, and the windows were smashed in, with the remains of some kind of painted sign completely unreadable on the remaining shards of glass. The blue paint – the same shade as Rarity's eyes – was peeling off the door.

The sunlight came in through the broken windows, illuminating the remnants of a smashed display, toppled mannequins and shredded dresses, but it couldn't reach in very far; a lot of the store was shrouded in shadow and darkness.

Still, a big place like this was bound to have another way in and out.

"Through there?" Blake suggested, echoing Rainbow's thoughts.

Rainbow nodded and led the way, pushing the paint-shedding door open – it opened without a sound, which was good, but at the same time, there was a part of Rainbow that would have hoped for a creaking hinge to disturb the silence – and entering the gloomy boutique.

There were no signs of any bodies here, just fallen mannequins that looked a bit like bodies at first glance, lying on the ground with their arms and legs splayed out at uncomfortable angles, until you realised that any real bodies wouldn't be in nearly such good condition – as all the skeletons outside proved. It seemed like nobody had wanted to take refuge in a high-end clothing store, although that hadn't stopped the grimm from giving it a bit of a trashing on principle.

Rarity would be having a fit if she could see the state of this right now, with the displays knocked over and the clothes torn off the rails and everything just lying strewn across the floor with no consideration.

"No, no, no, darling!" Rainbow could hear her voice inside her head. "This simply will not do! We must get everything properly reorganised before reopening. Now what I'll do is-"

Rainbow found the commentary from the Rarity that existed in her mind comforting; listening with half an ear as she babbled away drove off some of the creepiness of this place, and in spite of the lack of bodies, it was a creepy place. In particular, Rainbow really hated the mannequins that were still standing up. It was like they were watching her and Blake, waiting for their moment. She had to keep looking at them to remind herself that they hadn't moved while her back was turned.

Rainbow had put on her goggles to protect her eyes against the bright summer sunlight, but as that light was fading so quickly inside the store, she tapped one of the miniature buttons on the right hand side to activate nightvision – there was also an infrared mode, but grimm didn't show up on it.

The darkness was revealed to her as she scanned the store, advancing cautiously, Unfailing Loyalty swaying from side to side as she glanced first left and then right. Blake had Gambol Shroud in pistol mode, and she occasionally turned to check behind them as she followed Rainbow through the store.

"Hello?"

Rainbow stopped, her ears pricking up. That was a voice. That was a child's voice. But… that wasn't possible. No child could have survived here in Mountain Glenn, and even if they had, they wouldn't be a child any more, not after twenty years.

"Hello?" the voice cried out from the darkness again, unmistakably young, a little girl's voice, younger than Scootaloo, maybe five or six?

Rainbow's spine tingled. She couldn't see where the voice was coming from. There was a lot of clutter near the back of the store, boxes and stuff all piled up. Places where someone could hide.

She kept Unfailing Loyalty raised and pressed against her shoulder, even as she glanced back towards Blake.

Blake's golden eyes were wide; they gleamed in the darkness. Her mouth was open, but no words came out. Her feline ears were as straight and as pointed as daggers, reaching for the ceiling.

"Hello?" The voice was more insistent now, or seemed so.

"Is anyone there?" Another voice, a young boy's voice, coming from… it sounded like they were coming from around the same place as the little girl.

Maybe… maybe someone did survive the fall of the city, and they've been squatting in the ruins ever since, and they had kids. Maybe there are more survivors here in Mountain Glenn than anyone thought.

"Hello?" she replied, calling back into the darkness. "Yes, yes, I'm here."

"Hello?" the little girl called.

"Hi, yeah," Rainbow said. She took a step forward. "I'm right here. My friend and I are huntresses. We're here to… you don't need to be scared; we're not going to hurt you."

Blake took a couple of silent steps across the floor of the boutique, moving closer to Rainbow Dash; Gambol Shroud was pointed at the ground as she turned side on to Rainbow. "Are you sure about this?" she hissed.

"We can't just ignore them," Rainbow whispered.

Slowly, two figures emerged from behind the boxes at the back of the store. They were both children, a young boy and girl at about the age Rainbow had thought, five or six. They were filthy, their faces pale and matted with dirt, their hair stringy and dry and looking like it might fall out if you pulled it. Their clothes were falling to pieces off their bodies. They walked forward calmly. There was something about their eyes… it was weird, but Rainbow couldn't quite put her finger on why it was weird.

"Hello," the little girl said.

Rainbow grinned as she knelt down, descending to a height closer to their own. "Hey," she said. "Are you two hungry? I think I have a candy bar somewhere-" She released her shotgun with one hand and started to reach into her pocket.

"Is anyone there?" the little boy asked, although he was now standing only feet away from Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow frowned. "I'm right here, kid, and so is my friend. What are your names? I'm Rainbow Dash and this is my friend Blake. Are your parents anywhere around?"

"What's going on?"

Rainbow jumped a little as what she had taken to be a mannequin spoke, revealing that it was not a mannequin at all but a woman, a woman who had been standing still in the shadows, waiting, because that wasn't creepy at all.

Twenty years trying to survive in a place like this, I'd probably lose a few screws as well.

"Hello there, ma'am," she said, rising to her feet. "I'm Rainbow Dash, this is Blake Belladonna; we're huntresses from-"

"What's going on?" she said, walking towards them.

"Well, if you'll let me finish-"

"Is anyone there?" the little boy asked.

"Rainbow, get back!" Blake cried, as she raised Gambol Shroud and shot the boy clean between the eyes.

His head snapped backwards, but his body remained upright.

"Is anyone there?" he asked.

"What the-?"

"They're chills!" Blake yelled.

Rainbow bit back a curse under her breath, her shoes squeaking on the floor as she scrambled backwards, away from the chills and their possessing grip.

"Hello," the little girl said, walking forwards and holding out her hands towards Rainbow Dash.

Their eyes. They had dead eyes; they weren't really looking at anyone or anything, that was what was wrong about them.

"What's going on?" asked the woman as she bore down upon the pair of them.

Blake shot her three times, but she kept on coming, her lifeless body absorbing the rounds like a sandbag. Unfailing Loyalty barked twice, blasting the little girl and the boy backwards, but they just picked themselves up and kept on coming.

"I thought I heard something," said a man, or what had once been a man, a possessed husk coming out of the dressing room. Rainbow turned and shot him too, but as she did so, she tripped over a mannequin and landed heavily on her backside.

She scrambled backwards, panic making her heart race and her breath come quick and fast as the chills advanced upon her. She kept firing her shotgun, but she might as well have been spitting on them for all the good it seemed to do.

"Hello."

"Is anyone there?"

"What's going on?"

"I thought I heard something."

"Rainbow Dash!" Blake shoved a new magazine into Gambol Shroud, red fire dust rounds. Her face was grim, set with determination as she sprayed fire in all directions, the fire dust igniting all the clothes that lay in heaps and fragments on the floor, the fashionable attire that still hung from the racks or mouldered on the mannequins.

As a wall of fire rose between Rainbow and the chills, neither of the huntresses noticed that, for just a moment, Blake had two shadows.

As the fire began to spread, as the smoke rose, as the flames began to consume the bodies of the chills, Rainbow got to her feet. She ran back towards the door. Blake seemed frozen now, transfixed by the flames, unable to move, so Rainbow grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out, through the doorway and out into the street.

Rainbow let go of Blake as they emerged into the sunlight, the bright light of the sun overwhelming her goggles – still set to nightvision – and blinding her until she tore the goggles off her eyes and stood, blinking, until she could see again.

"That was close," Rainbow said, as the fire inside began to devour the boutique. "Chills. Worst grimm ever, no doubt about it." She took a deep breath. "We'll have to backtrack; we can't ask the others to come this way in case that fire spreads."

Blake did not reply.

Rainbow frowned. "Blake? Are you okay?"

Blake looked at her. Her eyes of gold, so brilliant and so bright, were now dull and lightless. "Rainbow Dash," she said.

Rainbow's eyes widened. Unfailing Loyalty dropped from her hand to land with a clatter on the ground. Her goggles slipped from her trembling fingers.

As Blake raised a hand towards her, Rainbow Dash leapt back.

How? None of them… unless there was another chill in there, one that wasn't possessing anyone until-

"Rainbow Dash," it said, and seemed almost to take a smug, sick satisfaction out of saying it.

No. No! No, this couldn't be happening, not to Blake! Not to her, not to Rainbow's hope, not to the one who could actually do all the things that Rainbow only talked about. Not to Blake, who shone so brightly.

Tears pricked at the corners of Rainbow's eyes. Not Blake, not her, not…

A thought struck her. A memory. A possibility. Blake couldn't have been possessed more than a couple of minutes ago, which meant… maybe.

It wasn't something she'd learned in class, but class wasn't giving her many options right now.

"Hang in there, Blake," Rainbow said. "I've got you."

And with that, she sped forwards, a rainbow trail glowing behind her, crossing the distance before the chill in Blake could properly react. Before she could grab Rainbow Dash, Rainbow had already slammed into her, and as she bore Blake to the ground with her impact, she slammed her palm against Blake's chest and sent a pulse of aura through her.

Through service, we ascend to glory. Through discipline, we rise above fear. Through virtue, we set fury flying. Upon my shoulders, I raise you high and free your soul to soar.

It was like she was trying to activate Blake's aura. Blake's aura was already unlocked, but it was suppressed right now, overwhelmed by the darkness of the chill. But, just like when the General had given Rainbow's aura the kick it needed to come out of its shell and racing to the surface, so too did Rainbow give Blake's suppressed aura the jumpstart it required. As she struck the ground, Blake's body jerked and writhed like she was having a fit. Her mouth gaped open, and a shadow, a screeching shadow, erupted out of it in a dark cloud, screaming as it emerged into the sunlight, and still crying out in a gratingly high pitch as it fled, seeking a dark refuge to recover in.

Rainbow lay on top of Blake, hand resting on her chest, feeling suddenly so tired that it was all she could do not to put her head on Blake's shoulder. Instead she watched, looking at Blake, whose eyes were closed, waiting for them to open.

"Blake?" she asked.

"Rainbow Dash?"

Rainbow breathed in and out. "Could you please say something else?"

Blake was silent for a moment. "Thank you."

Rainbow let out a sigh of relief as she collapsed onto the road beside the other girl.

Thank you. Thank you, whatever gods are out there. And thank you, A. K Yearling.

"I didn't know you could save someone from a chill like that," Blake murmured.

"I don't think it works if you leave it too long," Rainbow replied.

"Still," Blake said. "Did you learn that in Atlas?"

Rainbow let out a slightly nervous chuckle. "Not exactly."

"Not exactly?"

"Daring Do and the Adventure of the Azure Amulet," Rainbow admitted. "Daring Do saves her friend Marcus from a chill that way."

"Your plan to save me came from a story?"

"Beacon has a whole class teaching stories," Rainbow reminded her. "And it worked, didn't it?"

Blake was silent for a moment. "Yes," she admitted. "I suppose it did. Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Rainbow said, getting to her feet. "No, seriously. Don't mention it. I don't want to think about that again if I can help it." She looked at the burning boutique. "This doesn't seem like such an easy ride now, does it?" She held out a hand to Blake.

Blake took it and allowed Rainbow to help her to her feet. "No," she agreed. "No it does not."

"Are you…?" Rainbow trailed off. "I mean, do you need a minute?"

Blake looked a little paler than she had been before, but she shook her head nevertheless. "I'm fine. We've got a job to do, and the others are counting on us." She paused. "We should probably backtrack away from that fire."

Rainbow grinned. "Good thinking."

XxXxX​

They backtracked for a little bit, and then – with Twilight's help and eyes restored to them – resumed their course. They moved through the streets, they took as few shortcuts through stores as they could, they marked a safe way for the others to follow, until their steps brought them eventually to New Street Station. At least, that was what it said on the front, above the doors; it also said Grand Central in big letters mounted on the roof facing east, so maybe they hadn't quite decided on a name yet. It was marked New Street on the map; maybe they'd been planning to change it but hadn't gotten round to updating everything yet.

It looked big enough and, well, grand enough to warrant the name Grand Central; despite the years and the decay and everything else, it still looked like the product of an Atlesian architect: a sprawling glass creation the size of a small town, with panels of reflective glass making up the roof, the sunlight of this clear summer day gleaming off them so bright that Rainbow was glad of her goggles. The ceiling above the main entrance, above the faded blue sign proclaiming 'Mountain Glenn New Street Station' was bulbous, like a whale's head, bulging out above the doors to provide some shelter from any rain.

The maps said that there was a whole shopping mall attached to the station, and another one underground as well. Through the shattered doors, Rainbow could see cafes and fast dining places for people waiting for their trains, as well as convenience stores for everything that you might need but had forgotten to pack.

The doors were broken; they had probably been glass like everything else about this place, but the glass was shattered now. There wasn't any sign that anyone had made any efforts to keep the grimm out, and Rainbow Dash could see why: there wasn't a single solid wall to be seen.

This is just what I was talking about; how were the grimm not going to come through here and get below?

If there was an obstacle she couldn't see yet, then it must have been a sturdy one.

However, there wasn't any sign of the grimm here right now. No sign of the White Fang either. It was completely deserted.

"They've been here, though," Rainbow said.

"How do you know?" asked Blake.

"The bodies are gone," Rainbow replied.

Blake closed her eyes and shuddered. "And you don't think that this area was spared?"

"Have we seen anywhere else that was spared like this?" Rainbow asked.

Blake shook her head. "You think the White Fang cleaned up?"

"Wouldn't you, if you had to live here?"

Blake didn't reply, but she didn't contradict Rainbow either. "So, what do you want to do?"

Rainbow pulled Unfailing Loyalty over her shoulder and cocked it. "Let's take a look inside."

They did, after all, need to get underground somehow.

So they advanced, passing under the bulbous front jutting out above them, walking over the broken glass that filled the space around the shattered doorframes – the frames that no longer operated automatically, so it was a good thing that the glass was broken – and walked inside, sweeping their weapons back and forth as they scanned for any sign of hostility.

A vast skylight formed the ceiling, and the light of the sun was as bright inside as it had been on the outside, causing the white tiles to fade into a sickly yellow colour. Nature had not yet begun to intrude in here, and with all the grisly evidence of Mountain Glenn's fall cleared away by the White Fang, it was possible to imagine that nothing really bad had happened in here. It was as if the city was gone but the station had been spared, trapped in another world where Mountain Glenn had never fallen, where instead of scouting through the scene of a bloody catastrophe, Rainbow and Blake had just arrived early for their train; so early, in fact, that the station wasn't properly up and running yet.

That was why there were no trains up on the board, that was why the ticket barriers weren't working and Rainbow and Blake had to jump over them, that was why there was no one working at the Lista Para Comer that dominated the centre of the concourse, that was why there was no one around at all, and not a sound to be heard.

It was a nice idea, but completely not true. It couldn't explain why the blank and powerless boards were starting to fall off their brackets. It couldn't explain why, even if they were early, there wasn't even a janitor in sight.

It couldn't explain why somebody – and Rainbow had a good idea who – had picked the shelves clean of all the bottled water.

Still, there was no sign of any grimm or any White Fang presence lingering here. They checked the upper balcony to be sure but found no one there either. What they did find was a hole in the wall helpfully laboured 'Staircase to Underground.' A safety notice advised that there were 800 steps and that people should use the elevator if possible, but that wouldn't be a problem for huntsmen and huntresses.

It looked as though a blast door – or something like it – had sealed off the passageway, and there were claw marks on the metal as proof that something had tried to get through, but since then, the entrance had been opened up again.

"What do you think?" Blake asked.

"It looks a little suspicious," Rainbow admitted. "But I wouldn't exactly call those chills making it easy for us to get here."

Blake looked like she was trying to repress a shudder. "No," she murmured. "No, I guess not. So… we're going to go down there?"

Rainbow was silent for a moment. "If you want… do you want to go back to The Bus? You can wait with Fluttershy until-"

"No," Blake said firmly. "No, I… I'm fine. I can do this. I will do this. I have to do this."

"You don't have to do anything," Rainbow told her. "You don't owe him a damn thing, not even your sword."

"Maybe not," Blake murmured. "But I owe you more than to hide in an airship."

"Nobody would blame you after what you've been through."

"You're wrong," Blake replied. "I'd blame myself."

"Yeah. Yeah, I bet you would," Rainbow muttered. What am I going to do with you?

I'm really one to talk, aren't I?


Rainbow said, "Hey, Blake, while we're waiting for the others… I don't really want to press you about this Atlas thing, but-"

"But you're about to press me about it anyway?"

"I need..." Rainbow paused. "Gilda and the White Fang didn't just let Fluttershy go."

Blake's eyebrows rose. "I'm shocked," she said in a voice as dry as Vacuo.

"Was it that obvious?" asked Rainbow.

"You're not a bad liar," Blake said. "But I know the White Fang. Gilda… had her delusions, different to mine, but nevertheless."

"How do you mean?"

"I turned a blind eye to the wrong that we were doing, the evils that we were committing; I convinced myself that we were morally in the right," Blake explained. "Gilda… I think that she convinced herself that so long as she adhered to a personal code, then none of the broader evils of the White Fang would stick to her. Perhaps she still believes that; I don't know. Perhaps that would be enough to make her defend Fluttershy, but I don't think it would be enough to make her defy Adam and release her without his approval, and he would never just let her go. Not unharmed."

"Actually… he kind of did," Rainbow replied.

Blake stared at her. "He… he let her go?"

Rainbow nodded. "I don't know how she did it, but… Fluttershy always wins, I guess."

Blake raised her eyebrows. "Huh?"

"It's a private joke," Rainbow explained. "For somebody who looks like a total pushover, Fluttershy somehow always manages to get her own way. Or at least, always when it's something important. Important to her… a right or wrong thing; I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's not as selfish as I made it sound; it's not some passive-aggressive thing; it's… like, when the Apples had a bat infestation in their orchards two summers back. Applejack just wanted to shoot them and have done with it, but Fluttershy said no. Now, this was Apple land, their honest to goodness Apple orchards, their… it's where Applejack's strength comes from, her land… but Fluttershy won, and we found a way to get rid of the bats without killing any of them. Because Fluttershy always wins. It's like a superpower."

"Sounds almost like a semblance," Blake observed.

"I'm pretty sure that's the 'talking to animals' thing," Rainbow replied. "Maybe it's magic."

"If magic allowed you to get your own way, Sunset would use it all the time," Blake observed dryly.

Rainbow snorted. "Yeah, I guess."

Blake slid down the wall, until she was sitting down with her knees level with her face. "Whatever it, this power… it changed Adam."

"Who said anything about 'changed'?"

Blake was silent for a moment. "I used to think that I could change him," she murmured. "It wasn't a switch turning on, the moment when he stopped being the man I fell in love with and became a monster; it was… it was gradual, little things that happened and paved the way for bigger things… at first, he did things and made excuses, and then eventually, the excuses stopped. And I watched all of it, and I… I thought that I could get him back. I thought that I could… save him. I thought that it was my responsibility to save him, as… as the-"

"The girl?" Rainbow asked. "I ought to take those trashy books off you."

"They're guilty pleasures."

"That sounds like more than a guilty pleasure," Rainbow replied. "It's not your responsibility-"

"If Fluttershy could reach that part of him, then why couldn't I?"

"I don't know, and it doesn't matter anyway!" Rainbow cried. "Fluttershy didn't save Adam; she didn't make him into someone else; she got out! She got out, by herself, without Applejack. I'm not blaming her for that; I'm just putting things in perspective before you get all… she got out. Like you got out. She isn't any stronger or better than you because she was able to convince him to let her go. Blake… his fall is not your shame."

Blake did not respond immediately. Eventually she said, "So, if Adam let Fluttershy go, then what?"

"I went to meet him," Rainbow said. "It was Adam that called, not Gilda. He gave me the location; I left my guns-"

"You left your guns?"

"I didn't want to give him any reason to go back on his decision," Rainbow said. "Not with Fluttershy's life at stake. What if he'd seen a gun and decided not to let her go after all?" She paused. "Sunset thinks I'm an idiot."

"How does Sunset fit into this?" Blake asked.

"She followed me and observed the exchange," Rainbow said. She decided not to mention Cinder. "She thinks that I should have tried to kill Adam when I had the chance."

"That, I can understand you not doing," Blake replied. "Not with the risk that Fluttershy would get caught in the crossfire. But I agree that going alone and without your guns was… not the smartest thing to do."

"Maybe it wasn't," Rainbow admitted. "I am a stupid person, after all; I am a dumb stupid idiot who doesn't think, and I don't practice what I preach, and I don't put enough effort into my homework."

"What?"

"This is why…" Rainbow trailed off for a moment. "I can't command Atlas, Blake, not as I am now, maybe not ever. But you can."

Blake took a step back. "You want me to go to Atlas so that I can… become General?"

"I think Atlas would be improved by having a faunus with two seats on the Council," Rainbow said. "I think that it wouldn't hurt our military to have someone like you in command either; you're smart, you read lots, you work hard at everything, you're committed to the cause, you talk well-"

"I'm not a leader," Blake said.

"Yes you are!" Rainbow insisted. "You were born to lead! You're Chieftain Belladonna's daughter-"

"And I ran away from my father and my mother because I wanted no part of their legacy," Blake said.

"And where did you run to?" Rainbow asked.

"The White Fang, you know that."

"Where in the White Fang?" Rainbow pressed.

Blake was silent for a moment. She looked away and would not meet Rainbow's eyes. "Sienna Khan," she admitted.

"You are the daughter of one leader and the pupil of another," Rainbow declared.

"That does not make me a leader too."

"No, the fact that you're a leader without even trying is what makes you a leader!" Rainbow shouted. "Do you really not see it? Do you really not get how absolutely everything you are? You've got me, Sunset, Twilight-"

"I thought you were my friends."

"And why is that?" Rainbow demanded. "Because you inspire loyalty in us, in Starlight, in Trixie..." She paused for a moment. "To each of us falls a task, Blake, and the more that I look at you and everything that you've got, the more I think… it might be my dream, but I'm starting to think that it's your destiny."

"What if it is not the destiny that I desire?" asked Blake quietly.

"You want to change the world, don't you?"

"Change the world, yes," Blake admitted. "But bearing the weight of it on my shoulders is something else."

"Nobody's asking you to do it alone," Rainbow said. "Let us be your armour, all of us like little scales, turning you into a giant."

"Huh?"

Rainbow sighed. "Imagine an old-fashioned suit of armour, yeah? Like fish scales? Only, they're not scales; they're all of us: me and Twi and Ciel and Penny and Team Tsunami and everyone else, all little people making up your armour. Only, we're not little; you're huge, and you're wearing all of us. No, wait, you're huge because you're wearing all of us; we protect you, and we make you stronger, strong enough to bear the weight of the whole world on your shoulders, just like the General, because that's what it means to be the General, to wear the armour-"

"The armour of little people?" Blake murmured. "You're not making any sense."

"It makes perfect sense; I've seen pictures!" Rainbow insisted. "But the point is… the point is that you will be strong enough; you will always be strong enough because you'll have the strength of all of us. Look, it doesn't matter if you get what I mean or not, so long as you understand that I'm asking you to… to become what you were meant to be, for the sake of the whole of Remnant and… and everything in it that matters to me.

"I'm asking you to do the things I can't."

Blake opened her mouth, but before she could respond, the quiet of the dead city was interrupted by the sound of gunfire.
 
Chapter 108 - Callisto
Callisto​



As the city rises all around us, it has been suggested that now might be a good time for me to admit that I was wrong. The disastrous consequences of our choice to settle here, rather than in a tighter and more defensible location further north, have not materialised. There have been grimm attacks, but the huntsmen assure us that they are quite manageable.

Cinder snorted. How very optimistic of them.

Our success here is the talk of Vale, it seems, and Balin is the hero of the hour. He has been appointed Lieutenant Governor of our new city, and there is talk of reviving the honour of knighthood to reward him for his lifetime of service to the kingdom.

I do not begrudge him the acclaim; he has spent much of his life labouring in the Survey Corps for little reward; he has surely earned this, if any man has. I can admit to being wrong. Balin – Sir Balin, as we may soon have to call him – chose the bolder course, and his boldness has been rewarded with great glory.

And, it seems, that same boldness has also rewarded Vale with rich new lands to call its own, or perhaps to call its own once again, for Balin is at pains to remind us that this land was once a flourishing part of the Kingdom of Vale.

And so it shall be once more, it seems.

Listen to me, I am becoming an optimist in my old age.

I am still not sure about the name 'Mountain Glenn,' though.

Work above ground and below continues apace; the geologists say the rock beneath our feet is far more malleable than they had anticipated. They are racing to excavate as much as they can beneath us, so that they may shore it up and prevent subsidence when we build above. Otherwise


"Boring," Cinder murmured to herself, turning the page and skipping the discourse upon engineering and how to safely build one city beneath the other without the city above falling on the city below. Fascinating to a certain type of person, perhaps, but of no interest to her. She was reading this account for darker news.

And she found it, just a couple of pages on, mere days after Crozier's optimistic account of the progress of the nascent colony.

We lost Graham today.

He had ventured out with a small party to scout the area around the lake to the south. It is some distance from the city, but Balin wishes to spy out the farthest reaches of potential expansion in each direction before we must say 'this far, but no further.' And, if we could reach the lake, it would not only free us of a dependency on Vale for fresh water, but also provide a very charming place to live upon the shore.

In any case, Graham was sent out to explore the area; according to the huntsman who went out with him, they had reached the lake itself when they were set upon by a grimm and poor Graham was killed. The huntsman, Bryant, says that the grimm looked like an ursa as best he could tell, but that it moved too quickly to get a good look at it. According to him, it killed Graham and then disappeared again.

If true – if Bryant is not covering for some shame or disgrace on his part – then it is not only faster than any ursa I have ever fled from, but it behaves differently too. I have never known a grimm to kill only one man of a party and then retreat, ignoring the rest.

It seems a more dangerous adversary than any other grimm that has troubled us yet, and Balin is determined that it will not venture closer to the colony. He has ordered five of our huntsmen to kill this creature with all due dispatch.


A smile spread across Cinder's face as she turned the page. The next couple of entries were filled with rather tedious business of the continued expansion of the colony, but a few days after the death of poor, unfortunate Graham, there was another entry which only broadened the smile on Cinder's features.

Today is a black day.

Today, I must record the loss of our lieutenant governor, Sir Balin. When visiting the hunting party seeking for the grimm not far from the lake, the group was once again set upon by the creature, and in the confusion, Sir Balin was killed, along with the huntsman Bryant. Of Sir Balin, only his leg was recovered. We have interred him with as much honour as we can.

Vale will no doubt send us a new governor, but as this colony is still under the jurisdiction of the Survey Corps I have ordered that the southern boundary be pulled back and defences be erected far from the lake.

With good fortune, this creature, be it ursa or else, will not venture closer, or if it does will be discouraged by more than a small group of huntsmen.


Cinder nodded. It was the wise course, in the circumstances; not quite wise enough, of course – it was still constrained by the hubris of choosing to establish so large a settlement here in the first place – but within the limits of that overarching folly, the decision had its wisdom.

And their defences had kept that particular grimm at bay, for a time; Cinder knew that because that grimm had come to her, when she had first visited this place to make sure that it was suitable for her needs. Callisto had come before her in the dead streets, sensing the mark of her mistress, and bowed to her, and requested that it be allowed to rend and kill on her behalf and for Salem's glory.

It had had some interesting, if bloody, stories to tell.

Suffice it to say that the grimm that Crozier wrote of was not quite an ursa. It was… something a little different, something older, and with age had come the wisdom to, say, kill one man and then depart before the others could react.

How will you react, Sunset? How will you react when Jaune or Ruby disappears before your eyes? How long will you put your mission on hold to look for them?

How much of them will you find?


Of course, it might not be so in this case. The skill of Sunset and the others might yet surprise her.

Either way, she hoped they would at least get a shock out of it.

Just so that they didn't think Cinder was going easy on them.

XxXxX​

Sunset was starting to suspect that Cinder had brought them here to Mountain Glenn in order to grind down their spirits.

Forget its advantages as a hiding place, forget that it had an underground city where the White Fang could lurk in, Sunset would genuinely not have put it past Cinder to have chosen this battlefield solely with an eye to how it would make her opponents feel.

At least when she had reason to suspect it would make them feel as grim as the creatures that haunted this necropolis.

Pyrrha had already spoken last night of the way that this city – this rotting carcass of a city, this ruin that once had been a city – encouraged a melancholy within her soul. Sunset had felt the same, but she had possessed some hope that that was as much the darkness talking as the place itself and that the dawn would bring hope and a revival of their spirits.

With a little hindsight, it was clear that a little sunlight was not going to make up for the fact that they were moving through a dead city full of dead bodies.

Does not this city mock ambition?

So Pyrrha had spoken, and the answer remained no less true now than it had been last night. It did, indeed, mock ambition: the ambitions of those who had built this place and so erected a trap for thousands of their fellow citizens, the ambitions of those who had flocked here hoping for a better life but found only death… the ambitions of those who ventured here now, thinking that they could derail the plans of an immortal queen of the grimm.

Plus… the fact that there were skeletons in the street, their skulls grinning up at them… it was just plain creepy.

Sunset let none of this show upon her face. At least, she hoped that she did not. She was the leader of Team SAPR, and with Rainbow having gone off on a jaunt with Blake – yes, it was a good idea, and they were the two probably best to do it; that didn't stop Sunset being upset at it – she was the only leader that they had. Professor Goodwitch, who had offered no leadership so far, didn't count in Sunset's book, and wouldn't count unless she, Sunset, did something wrong.

Like show that this place was getting to her.

My demeanour must be all cheer. That, or words to that effect, was what she had said in Professor Ozpin's office when he had challenged her before setting out. Again, with a little hindsight that probably could have become foresight if she had thought about it long enough, that seemed a rather… unhelpful thing to say.

Good cheer would feel very false in such a place as this. It would seem… well, it would seem put on, a mask worn to hide her true feelings, and nobody else would be inspired by an obvious mask.

It had to at least seem a little like her real face in order for it to gain traction with the others.

Not that she could show her actual real face, either. Her real face in this place would have been downcast.

Understanding what Mountain Glenn was had not prepared her to walk its streets, under sun or moon – although walking them under moon had had the advantage that she couldn't see very well what she was walking through, and it was easier to avoid thinking about what you couldn't see; yes, the dark had its own terrors, but they were not so nightmarish as the real thing in Mountain Glenn. Knowing that it had been a great settlement, a colony that had fallen to the grimm, had not prepared her to see what those cold words entailed. This place had died, and those who lived here had died with it.

They had died and lain here, waiting for someone else to disturb their rest, to walk their streets, to look upon them with revulsion.

There was nothing like this in Equestria. There were ruins, to be sure, ancient places that had once been thriving, inhabited settlements, but they were ancient, and time had worn away the rough edges of what it meant for these places to be abandoned, leaving only sanitised stones whose stories spoke of gentler things than overrunning ravaging hordes of monsters.

There was nowhere like this. Nowhere it was not even safe to return to bury the dead. Nowhere that so many had perished at once and just lay on the ground, their bones picked clean, bleaching under the harsh light of the sun, mocking and warning the huntsmen in equal measure.

It pricked her conscience. In the dark of the night, she had rather blithely dismissed the idea that she needed or ought to care about those for whom a huntress fought; in the dark of the night, she had found herself entertaining spite at the notion that those she did care for should die for the sake of the little people of Vale. Now, under the light of the sun, the dead of Mountain Glenn judged her for such thoughts, staring into her soul with the unseeing sockets of their skulls.

"Look at us," they cried, for though they had no tongues, they spoke with most miraculous voices, "we are the past, and we are the future; we are the dead of Mountain Glenn; we are the dead of Vale-"

Vale is not yet fallen,
Sunset thought.

"We are that to which you would condemn the folk of Vale," they replied. "You would make of Vale just such a ruin as this."

That is not so,
Sunset thought. I do not seek to visit death and downfall upon any place.

"But you will not sacrifice to save it."

Why should I so?
Sunset demanded of the dead whose whispers filled her mind. What were you in life, to be worth sacrifice?

"I was a carpenter."

"I was a housewife."

"I was a butcher."

"I was a waitress."

"I was a clown."

"We were those who trusted huntsmen to keep their vows."


Sunset suppressed a shudder. The huntsmen of Mountain Glenn were true to their oaths and paid the price for it. It follows not that I should follow in their steps. I ask again, wherefore should I esteem the lives of Vale above the lives of my dear friends?

"Should Vale fall, then it will be a black thing for the huntress who failed to defend it. And at the world's ending, all the souls shall rise for judgement and cry out 'I died on such a day because I put my faith in Sunset Shimmer, and Sunset Shimmer proved faithless'."


Sunset's face twitched with a momentary flash of irritation and indignation combined. Maybe it was so. Perhaps it would be so. And yet, if she subscribed to the logic of sacrifice, if she allowed these brilliant lights to cease to burn, if the Evenstar of Mistral faded from the night sky, if the shadows claimed Blake and all her promise, if the Rainbow ceased to Dash between the clouds, what then? What would be lost? A kingdom would live, but at what cost if another kingdom should lose all history and virtue that resided in the last of its noble line? If the faunus who might transform Atlas for the better found themselves, not even graves, but merely resting places amongst the dead of Mountain Glenn, what then? Was not the world greater than the Kingdom of Vale? Did it not furnish her excuse enough to justify her instincts?

Why do I think thus? Why do I accept already Professor Ozpin's logic? Why do I pay heed to silent voices?

"You feel it coming. You have felt it since you arrived in this city. The moment of decision approaches."

Be silent! If you must disturb our minds and dampen our spirits then have the dignity at least to do so quietly!

I will have all things that I desire. I will order all things as I will. I will save Vale without sacrificing a single life amongst this party, just as I vowed to Professor Ozpin I would.

Harken to me, you dead of Mountain Glenn! Mark me with your sightless eyes! Observe me, as your cold equations are defied and denied and rendered as nothing by the magic of a unicorn!

I was not made for servile submission. I was not born with such a spirit as will bow to the decrees of… any other being. Not even Princess Celestia, wisdom and power so mixed in her that nature might say to every world existent 'here is one worthy of obedience!'... not even her did I obey. Even she did I defy when she commanded me to put on humble garb and lower my proud head and bend my prouder knees in supplication. I would not do so, not even for her and all the love I bore her still; I will not do it for Professor Ozpin nor for you bleached and rotting bones!

I was not made to accept, but to choose; I was fashioned by the hand of nature to decide my fate, and I choose to have my victory and my friends along with it.

I was born with the power to reshape the world.

And I shall do so.


The dead of Mountain Glenn were silent in response. She had robbed them of their tongues as she had robbed them of their power. The miasma of this place receded; though Mountain Glenn retained the power to chill her yet, the fire of her own pride and passion warmed her heart against it as once the fires of friendship had warmed the hearts of ponies 'gainst the windigos.

That was what she needed to convey to the others; as their leader, she needed – she had a responsibility – to set a fire in them such as she had ignited in herself.

"Halt!" Sunset called, raising a hand just as she raised her voice, letting it shatter the silence of Mountain Glenn and echo off the houses of the dead.

Sunset turned to look behind her; she had chosen to place herself at the centre not only because it suited her abilities but also because it enabled her to be close enough – in the intent, at least – to everyone to observe them and see how they were faring in this soul-destroying place.

The poisoned atmosphere of Mountain Glenn was affecting everyone, as if there were some magic on this place, a curse upon the very stones; Celestia knew – or did not know; Sunset had no idea how she could begin to explain such a place as Mountain Glenn to her old teacher; she was not sure she wanted to – what it would be like once they got underground.

Her task was to do something about the situation now, and do enough that the fire she sparked would burn on even once the sun had failed and they were plunged into the darkness of the underworld.

Jaune and Pyrrha both looked back at her to see why she had called the halt; Sunset marked their faces, the pallor of Jaune's face, the tightness marring Pyrrha's lovely features; she tried to ignore Professor Goodwitch's frown; the professor would see what she was about soon enough; her gaze passed over Ruby before Sunset turned back to look at Ciel and Penny.

Ruby, in Sunset's opinion, was dealing with it the best, or at least she was appearing to deal with it the best, which might not be the same thing at all. In either case, Penny was quite clearly suffering the most at the hands of their gloomy surroundings. She could not turn pale, as Jaune had done, but her hands were meekly clasped before her and her head kept bowing in spite – it seemed – of the fact that she was trying to prevent it. Her expression was downcast, her mouth hanging somewhat open, the light of her eyes dimming.

It was not so surprising; she looked as young as Ruby, she acted younger still and was, in fact, even younger than her actions might suggest. None of them here had seen death on this scale, but Penny could hardly be old enough to have comprehended the idea before she was confronted with it.

And she didn't take the stuff about Salem that well, either. That probably isn't helping.

Sunset's brow furrowed. It was unfortunate that it was Penny, whom Sunset knew little and had spent no time with outside of group gatherings of the whole two teams, who needed her assistance first. In the absence of her actual team leader – thank you, Rainbow Dash – it fell to Sunset to pick her up, but how? How should she approach this?

Penny glanced at her partner for help, but Ciel was murmuring something to herself, words that Sunset could not make out; it seemed that she was fighting a battle of her own and had nothing to spare to aid Penny in her struggle.

The same could be said of Pyrrha, and it would be unfair to ask Ruby for help just because she appeared to be holding it together best of all. That 'appear,' after all, might be doing a great deal of work.

No, this was Sunset's task. A leader's task.

Sunset walked away from Ruby, past Professor Goodwitch, past Ciel; she walked to the rear of their little column until she stood in front of Penny. Penny seemed not to notice her, with her head bowed and her eyes turned down, clutching her hands together.

Silently, Sunset reached out and clasped Penny's hands in her own. Through the gloves she wore, Penny's hands didn't feel like Sunset had expected them to: not so hard, not so obviously artificial.

If she hadn't told me so, I wouldn't guess she was a robot at all.

Which is the point, I suppose.


Penny looked up into Sunset's face. "Sunset?"

Sunset smiled at her. "Hi, Penny," she said. She paused for a moment. "It's not easy, is it?"

Penny hesitated. She hiccuped. "I don't-"

"Nobody here thinks any the less of you, Penny," Sunset assured. "Nobody likes it here. I'm not sure that anyone should. If you could skip merrily through this place, you wouldn't be… human," she finished, because as much as it might not be technically correct, there was no other way to finish that sentence that actually stood a chance of working.

Working for Penny, or working for Sunset. She had to stop thinking about Penny as a robot; it wasn't helping her relate to the other girl any more – strange, considering that they actually had 'look human but aren't really' in common – so it was best to ignore and treat her the way that Sunset would treat anyone else.

Only, you know, actually be nice to her.

Penny's mouth flattened. "But I'm not human, am I?"

Sunset hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to hear a secret, Penny?" she asked. She leaned forwards and whispered into Penny's ear. "Neither am I."

Penny gasped. Her eyes widened. "Really? No, that's not possible! You must be lying!"

"Can't you do a thing where you analyse my heartbeat and realise that I'm telling you the truth?" Sunset asked.

Penny's vivid green eyes darted up and down for a moment, something mechanical whirring behind them. Said eyes grew even wider. "Really?" she repeated, with even more wonder in her voice than there had been before.

"Really," Sunset agreed. "Only keep it to yourself, please; you're the first person outside of my teammates and Blake to find out."

Penny nodded eagerly. "Your secret's safe with me," she whispered. "But… why would you tell me something like this?"

"Because it doesn't matter," Sunset said. "You, me, we're not human, but so what? I yet feel pride as Pyrrha does, you still love like Ruby does… and we both feel fear, and doubt, and despair gnawing at our hearts within this place."

"You feel it too?" Penny asked softly.

"That which I see in your eyes would take the heart of me," Sunset told her.

Penny hesitated. "So much death," she whispered. "So much destruction."

"It upsets you," Sunset said; it was a statement, not a question. "Use it."

"Sunset?"

"Use it," Sunset repeated. "If this upsets you, then think about what will happen to Vale, or Atlas, if we don't stop it. This is what our enemies would visit upon Vale; this is what will befall all the kingdoms if we don't draw the line here. Use this, Penny, think about this, think about all that will happen if we fail… and let it give you strength so that we do not fail.

"This is the consequence of defeat, Penny: Vale shall become another Mountain Glenn. But if we succeed, then you will have proved your worth to all those who doubted you. General Ironwood thought that you needed Rainbow Dash to babysit you, to be there to pick up the slack in case you didn't measure up, but he won't be saying that when we get back to Vale, having stopped the White Fang dead in their tracks. Your father thought you needed protection, he wasn't sure that you were suited for the field, but today is the day you prove him wrong." Sunset raised her voice so that everyone could hear her. "We will earn our loved ones cheers on our return!" She quietened again, and once more spoke so that only Penny could hear her. "So what do you say, are you ready?"

Penny paused a moment, then nodded. "Combat ready."

Sunset grinned and patted her on the shoulder. "Good girl," she said.

"Sunset," Penny said quietly, as Sunset made to turn away. "If you… if you're not… then what are you?"

The grin widened upon Sunset's face. "Awesome," she said, and then she really did turn away, although only to walk the couple of steps separating her from Ciel Soleil. Distant Thunder was in her hands, but folded up for ease of movement, so Sunset could approach without the long barrel of the rifle getting in her way at all. Ciel's expression was inscrutable, and the only sign that she was in any way discomfited by Mountain Glenn was the way that she was muttering to herself.

"'Though I walk in darkness, thou art my light; for thy teachings illuminate my path, and thy radiance surrounds me and keeps me from all evil-'"

"A prayer?" Sunset asked.

Ciel frowned. "Yes. Or one might call it a catechism."

"Is she with us even in this place, your Lady of the North?"

"If the Lady's power reached no further than the north, then we would be truly forsaken," Ciel replied. "It is true that I am far from home, but God lies in all realms, and the Lady is God's intermediary, who acts for us on His behalf and pleads to him on ours. She will not abandon us now, not even in this domain of evil."

"Evil, you call it?"

"What else should I call it?" asked Ciel.

"Tragedy?" Sunset suggested. "Misfortune."

"Misfortune and tragedy occurred here, but that is not what has tainted these very stones," Ciel replied. "Evil has done this."

"And yet the Lady's light will shield you from its malice?" Sunset asked.

"Faith is my shield, and duty is my armour," Ciel declared. "You need have no fears for me, Sunset Shimmer. Nor any fears about my conduct," she added.

I hope so, Sunset thought. "I am glad to hear it," she said. "I will leave you to your prayers, then." She walked back down the line the way that she had come, once more passing Professor Goodwitch who seemed a little less puzzled now by what Sunset was doing.

Ruby was next, in the centre of the column, Crescent Rose held in carbine configuration in her small, pale hands.

"Ruby," Sunset murmured.

Ruby looked up at her, able to muster a slight smile upon her face. "Hey, Sunset. You don't need to worry about me, either. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Sunset replied. "You don't need to pretend if you're not."

"I'm okay," Ruby repeated. "This place… it makes me sad, but it doesn't get me down. It makes me stronger, because it's what we're fighting to prevent."

Sunset snorted. "Spoken like a true huntress. You really are a special one, aren't you?"

Ruby looked away, a splash of colour rising to her cheeks. "Thank you," she said, "for helping Penny. I was starting to get a little worried about her, but… but I didn't know what to say."

"Really?" Sunset asked, a little surprised. "You could have just told her what you told me."

"Maybe," Ruby conceded. "But I didn't know it would work. How did you know it would work?"

"I didn't," Sunset admitted. "But I had to try something, given that I'm the team leader and my esteemed colleague has absented herself."

"She's-"

"I know, I know," Sunset said. "Let me complain anyway." She paused. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Ruby nodded. "I'm fine, Sunset, really. Go check on Jaune and Pyrrha."

Sunset clasped Ruby warmly on the shoulder and continued down the line.

Jaune was pale and shivering; Sunset didn't think the cold was responsible for either condition.

Of course, of all of them, Jaune was the only one she knew had seen a man die.

"Hey, Jaune," she said quietly. "How are you doing?"

Jaune blinked rapidly. "Professor Goodwitch… she really helped me out after, you know," he said. "And it's not like I haven't seen death before; I come from a farming village, for crying out loud, I know what bones look like. I just… there's so much."

Sunset nodded. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't think about how this might affect you."

"It's affecting everybody, right?" Jaune asked. "Even you?"

"As your inspiring leader, I cannot confirm that," Sunset said dryly. She hesitated. Jaune's situation, his… what had happened to him went deeper than you could magic away with a few well-spun words delivered in the classical format.

She had sufficient respect for him, and his reasons for being here, not to ask if he wanted to turn back. It would demean him and show that she did not esteem him as a part of the team. That… wasn't true any more. It was true that the greatest part of his value to the team resided in his semblance, but the fact was that he did have value.

And he was the one who saw what Cinder was, while I was blind.

I didn't admit that.


"You were right, Jaune," she said.

That must have seemed quite abrupt to him, because it took him a moment to respond. "Sunset?"

"Don't expect me to repeat myself."

"I heard you just fine, I just… right about what?"

"Cinder," Sunset said softly. "You saw… what she was doing to me."

Jaune's brow furrowed. "I thought that you still-"

"I do," Sunset confirmed, before he could say it. "I still… but she is our enemy, and you saw that before I did." She paused. "You have sharper eyes than I do, sometimes. I need that. I need you to see what I miss."

Jaune was silent for a moment. "Are you trying to make me feel needed?"

"Is it working?" Sunset asked. "I know that I can't change what's happened to you, or talk you into not feeling it any more, but… I'm trying my best here."

"I know," Jaune said. "And I appreciate that." He was the one who put his hand on her shoulder. It was steadier than it had looked. "I'm right here, Sunset. I wouldn't have come if I didn't think I could handle it."

"And now that you're here?" Sunset asked.

Jaune glanced at Pyrrha, who looked as though she was pretending not to listen to their conversation, but might actually not be listening to their conversation – it was Pyrrha, after all, and eavesdropping was so frightfully impolite. "I can handle it," he declared. "I don't like it, and I'm looking forward to going home, but I know we have a ways to go yet, and I'm prepared to go wherever it takes." He smiled. "To earn our loved ones' cheers, right?"

Sunset chuckled. "Okay. If you say that you've got it under control, then I trust you." She glanced at Pyrrha, then back to Jaune. "This will all be over soon," she promised him.

"I hope so," Jaune said quietly.

Pyrrha was the last. Pyrrha, at the head of the column. Pyrrha, the tip of the spear, standing with her back to them all, her shield held at her side and her spear held tight in her hand, her red hair and crimson sash both blown sideways by the breeze so that they seemed like banners, and Pyrrha herself stood as still as the pole from which those flags might fly. The sunlight glimmered off her gilded armour and off the circlet bound about her brow.

She did not belong here. None of them belonged here; this was a city made for those who were dead, and the dead kept it, and any living man who ventured here was a trespasser by definition – but Pyrrha seemed to belong here even less than most of them. She was a creature of another world, thrust into this time and place from out of the pages of some dusty epic full of old deeds and even older values. So noble a thing did not belong here in this squalid place, this home of ruin, this place befouled by evil. She was too noble for it; she gleamed like a pearl amongst swine, and like that pearl, none could look at her and not be struck by how out of place she was.

Sunset stood beside her, silent, not immediately speaking, waiting instead for Pyrrha to speak.

"There has been no trouble," she murmured.

"No," Sunset replied. "Rainbow and Blake have laid out a clear path for us."

Pyrrha nodded. "I would almost have preferred a battle to this… this brooding melancholy." She closed her eyes for a moment. "A disquiet follows my soul."

Sunset's brow furrowed. "You're not the only one."

"You hide it very well," Pyrrha whispered.

The corner of Sunset's lip twitched upwards. "I'm the team leader; that's my job."

"Then should you really be telling me otherwise?" Pyrrha asked, a note of playfulness entering into her voice.

"You'd know if I was lying, I think," Sunset replied. "And besides, I have to acknowledge the difficulties of the situation before I can convince you that it'll be alright in the end. That's paragraph two of the five-point speech."

"Did Professor Goodwitch teach you that, or have you read Miltiades?" Pyrrha asked.

"I read Miltiades," Sunset said, "but not until after Professor Goodwitch mentioned him." She took pause a while. "You know why we don't want to draw attention to ourselves yet."

"I am aware," Pyrrha said softly. "And yet… is it so wrong of me to wish for something to take my mind off all of this? When battle begins, it consumes my thoughts; there is little room for aught else. Yet now… with the way ahead decided for us and no sign of any foes, I find there is much room for much else." She sighed. "This is a foul place. In this place…"

"We bring our perils with us here, I think," Sunset said softly, sparing Pyrrha the need to continue. "That is why Ruby has taken no hurt from it."

"And yet Penny has?" Pyrrha asked.

"Penny is not Ruby, for all that she is innocent," Sunset countered. "Innocent, but not free from… you remember how she took the news about Salem."

"Ah," Pyrrha murmured. "Yes, I think I see what you mean. This place, it… it speaks to me of the futility of struggle, the inevitability of… Sunset?"

"Yes?"

"What is paragraph four?" Pyrrha asked. "What is the part where you tell me how we're going to win? What is the part where you inspire me? I think I'd like to hear that now, if you don't mind."

"You're not going to like it," Sunset warned her.

"I like very little about any of this," Pyrrha said. "Say on."

"My pride armours me," Sunset said. "Perhaps the Invincible Girl would be less vulnerable to this place than Pyrrha Nikos is."

Pyrrha was silent a little while before she said, "Sunset, I fear that the Invincible Girl has seen nothing in this place but has proved to her that no one is invincible and that all her glories and her triumphs are but worthless empty baubles, counting for nothing in the face of the true savagery of the world."

"And what is the White Fang but the true savagery of the world?" Sunset demanded. "What is the true savagery that brought down this place but the grimm whom we have faced, and bested, more than once? You are not some naif plucked from the Colosseum to join us here, full of tournament-bred arrogance and arena-insulated ignorance about the way we do things! You are the girl who leapt from the cliffs to come to our aid when we were sorely besieged by the grimm, you are the girl who ventured forth from Mistral when none other dared defend the city, you are the girl who has fought the White Fang more than once, and they have not touched you. That is who you are, that is your invincibility, and I dare these dead men to mock it with their dusty tongues! You are the pride of this team and the greatest warrior to step forth from Mistral in more than a generation! That is what I would have you remember, that is the pride in which I would have you armour yourself. That is how I have protected myself from the malice of this mausoleum. Does that help you at all, or are you too humble to a fault to even entertain the notion of acknowledging your own skill?"

"I am not so humble," Pyrrha reminded her. "I am aware of my own skill, and I will even own a certain pride in what I can do well, but-"

"If the ability to triumph in combat against one enemy or a small number is of no use, then we are all done for," Sunset pointed out. "You are not unique in that respect. Not even Rainbow Dash would claim to be able to triumph against an army alone. But you are not alone."

"No," Pyrrha acknowledged. "No, I am not." She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. "And as you rely on me to be your spear, I shall not fail you."

"I never thought you would," Sunset assured her. She held out her hand. "We will be the greatest huntresses of our age when we triumph here. No one of our years will have done such a thing."

Pyrrha took her hand, and clasped it warmly. "So long as we have protected those who shelter beneath our shields, that will suffice for me."

Sunset smiled, before she returned to her place in the centre of the formation.

She thought she saw a faint smile on Professor Goodwitch's face.

Sunset did not acknowledge it. That would have been terribly bad form. Instead, she merely raised her voice and called out, "Forward!"

XxXxX​

Cinder kept the journal tucked beneath her arm as she walked through the White Fang camp.

Adam's shoulders, she noticed as she approached him, were not quite so straight as they had been last night. They were more hunched, more bowed with shame; as well he might feel ashamed for this rank disobedience. If Emerald had not come and told Cinder what was going on, well… her plans might have been thrown into complete disarray.

He had no right to do what he had done; he had no right to put his… his conscience – since when did he even have a conscience? She had sought him out in the first place because he was a bloodthirsty monster with no morals! – above her goals.

She had thought that Adam's wrath, his need to strike back at those who had wronged him, his obsession with Blake, his hatred of Sunset and Rainbow Dash, all these qualities made him easy to manipulate, but it seemed that there were yet parts of him that she had not seen, and those parts threatened to make him ungovernable.

She could have killed him for what he had done. There was yet a part of her that wished to kill him. But he was, for the moment, yet useful to her, or more to the point, she could not yet afford to do without him. Gilda had made it abundantly clear that she didn't trust Cinder an inch – as well she might not; she was wiser in this than her chief by far – and as much as she had made herself unpopular amongst the rank and file, that unpopularity would be as nothing compared to the outrage that would ensue if Cinder burnt Adam alive the way she wanted to.

If she did that, then all of Gilda's offences would be washed away, and she would take control of the White Fang in Vale and turn them squarely against Cinder.

She could not allow that. And so, against that eventuality, she was forced to retain Adam's services for the time being.

Fortunately, the time was soon at hand when she could do without him, and the rest of these idiots besides.

If there was something that she perhaps ought to thank Twilight for, it was for bringing that parting of the ways so much closer.

Dealing with Adam was… rather tiresome, in many ways. She would not be at all upset to see the back of him. Or simply not to see him again.

Chastising him for his recent transgression had been enormously satisfying.

"Start up the jammer," she commanded.

"You told us to leave it off before," Adam pointed out.

"And now I'm telling you to turn it on," Cinder informed him magisterially. "I do not think it meet that our… guests should enjoy the luxury of communications."

"Communications are bad enough here as it is," Adam muttered.

Cinder raised one eyebrow.

"But it will be as you wish," Adam added, sullenly.

Gods, you're a petulant child sometimes, aren't you?

"Good," Cinder said. "How is the loading of the train progressing?"

"As fast as possible."

"Also good," Cinder replied. "They'll be here soon."

Probably.

XxXxX​

Pyrrha stopped.

There had been a barricade before them. Pyrrha could tell because they had found their route blocked by similar barricades before – blocked in the sense they could not continue; of course, Rainbow and Blake had already marked out alternatives for them, shortcuts through buildings or back-alleys – and it was clear from the remains that this had been such a barricade. The street in front of her was littered with debris, corrugated iron sheets and solid-looking metal plates and beams of wood and metal that had propped it up.

However, it no longer blocked the street but only littered it; it had collapsed, parts of it shattered into pieces, others simply unmoored and left to fall. Either way, it presented no obstacle to them.

Not anymore.

Which was why Pyrrha had stopped.

Everyone else had stopped as well. Pyrrha could hear footsteps scraping on the surface of the road behind her, before she caught sight of Sunset out of the corner of her eye.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

Pyrrha gestured towards the barricade with Miló. "That barricade is down, we could go through there."

"I see that," Sunset said.

"So why have Rainbow and Blake marked out that we should go through that electronics store?" Pyrrha demanded, gesturing now towards the splash of fresh white paint on the door of the aforementioned electronics store, advertising great deals on trade-in video games.

Sunset understood her point at once: the barricade must have been there when Rainbow and Blake passed this way, only to have been destroyed since by… something else.

"Make ready!" Sunset called, unslinging Sol Invictus off her shoulder. "Close up."

Pyrrha could hear Crescent Rose unfolding its thorns with a series of mechanical clicks and hydraulic hisses behind her. She heard their footsteps as they closed up on the head of the column.

Sunset tapped two fingers to her earpiece. "Twilight? Twilight, can you hear me? Twilight?! Blake, Rainbow Dash, are you there?"

"Can you not get through?" Pyrrha asked.

"No," Sunset growled. "Perhaps they started jamming us, but why now?"

"It's a little surprising that they haven't done it before, right?" Jaune said. "I mean, they've known we were here since last night; that's why they let Fluttershy go."

"Good point," Sunset allowed. "But they didn't start jamming us then, so why start now?"

"Maybe they only just remembered," Penny suggested hopefully.

"Or maybe they only wanted to cut us off now," Ruby muttered.

Sunset's tail twitched back and forth as she looked left and right, glancing up at the flat roofs of the shops on either side of them. Pyrrha looked too. She could see nothing and hear nothing.

But something had broken down the barricade.

"Okay, here's what we do," Sunset said. "We continue on the route that has been marked for us because… because it is the route that has been marked for us. However, there is a fair chance that something has gotten between us and the scouting party, and so for that reason, I'll take the lead from now on."

"You put me in the lead when you don't believe there'll be actual danger and then take the lead the moment it seems there might be?" Pyrrha asked.

Sunset looked at her. "I will not ask you to go first into the dark."

"I am the best suited here to go first into the dark," Pyrrha replied. "At close quarters, I am more capable than you are; your semblance requires range."

Sunset did not take her eyes away from Pyrrha. "I will not ask you to do what I am not willing to do myself."

"What you are willing to do is not always what you should do," Pyrrha insisted. "And you do not need to ask."

Sunset scowled. "If there is a grimm behind that door, if it is smart enough to work out what the paint means-"

"Then I will speak to it," Pyrrha declared. "And speak with greater eloquence knowing that you are behind me."

Sunset hesitated, so Pyrrha pressed home her advantage, "You reminded me that I am no longer a tournament fighter new to the battlefield; then let me remind you that we are not some new-founded team placed together yesterday by Professor Ozpin. You have no need to prove your valour, to me or anyone here. A leader need not always lead from the front, not even in Mistral." Pyrrha smiled. "And we are not even in Mistral."

Sunset smiled and sighed both at the same time, or near enough. "You speak near as well with your tongue as with your spear," she said. "Very well. Jaune, back up Pyrrha, I'll be right behind you."

Jaune nodded. "Of course," he said, with a glance her way.

Pyrrha smiled at him.

"But we are going to change things up at the rear," Sunset insisted. "Since it seems that we have more to worry about ahead of us than behind, Ciel, you're our new rearguard; Penny, you're with Ruby behind me."

"Understood," Ciel murmured.

"I'll do my best," said Penny.

Pyrrha changed Miló into sword mode in her hand; as a blade, the weapon was shorter, and in what might be the tight quarters inside the shop, where there might well be a grimm – and it would have to be a reasonably old grimm to be clever enough to work out what the white paint meant – waiting to pounce on her as soon as she walked through the door, then she would be glad of a shorter weapon.

She approached the door cautiously. She could hear Jaune's breathing behind her. She could feel the breeze upon her neck above her glimmering gorget, kissing her skin and brushing her hair gently aside. She could feel her hair too, the loose strands of it tickling her back and shoulders.

With Akoúo̱ clinging her to her arm, she pushed at the door. It stuck a little, which might have been an argument against the idea of a grimm lurking there, save that if this place did not have a back entrance, then Blake and Rainbow Dash would not have sent them this way.

A little extra force, and the slightest touch of her semblance to the hinges, and the door gave way before her, exposing… very little actually, on account of the darkness which shrouded the interior.

Shelves had been knocked over, scattering circuit breakers and extension leads and gaming consoles across the floor. A few shelves stood near the back of the room, but not many. The air was stale and musty, but Pyrrha could not see any sign of death in the place.

Mind you, it was so dark that just because she couldn't see it was not to say that it was not there.

What she could see clearly was the splash of white paint on the door; apparently, it was luminescent on top of all its other qualities.

Pyrrha stepped towards it heavily, she would have to admit. She was not Blake; though she strove to move with grace, that grace did not possess a feline aspect; her steps, if they did not resound, nor were they silent. Her enemies would always hear her coming.

It hadn't seemed to matter until now.

So she walked forward, tramping objects under foot, hearing Jaune do likewise behind her.

In fact, as the others followed, Pyrrha was… not comforted, precisely, but any shame she might have felt was lessened by the fact that nobody else was moving silently either.

With the exception of Professor Goodwitch; Pyrrha couldn't hear her at all.

She had almost reached the other door when Penny hissed, "Wait!"

Pyrrha half-turned towards her.

"I can hear something," Penny whispered, pointing above them.

The eyes of the entire group turned upwards, to the ceiling that hung over their heads, the dead lights and the metal grill and everything else above them.

Pyrrha could hear nothing. But she trusted Penny. If Penny could hear something, then Pyrrha did not doubt her.

She waited. They all waited. Sunset pointed her rifle up at the ceiling. Ciel did likewise, and Ruby as well.

For a moment, the world was still, and in the darkness, there was nought but silence.

Then the roof collapsed, a hole torn violently through it as sunlight and the sound of a great bellowing roar streamed in from above them. Penny dived forward, bearing Ruby to the ground and shielding her friend beneath her body as wood and metal and cement debris rained down upon it. Jaune shielded himself, but still went down on his backside with a squawk of alarm beneath the force of the deluge. Pyrrha was too far away from the opening, but Sunset-

There was a cry as Sunset was seized by some dark shape and borne upwards, Sol Invictus falling from her grasp and clattering to the ground as she disappeared out of the hole in the roof.

"Sunset!" Ruby cried.

Distant Thunder roared, the sound of the blast echoing in the room as the muzzle flash of the great gun lit up the darkness. Ciel's shot punched a second, lesser hole in the roof, but Pyrrha could not see that it had done anything else.

"Don't shoot!" Pyrrha yelled. "You might hit Sunset!" For her part, she hurled Akoúo̱ upwards towards the hole, and then, as it reached the gap that had been torn by their assailant, she used Polarity to pull herself up, almost flying through the air until she could reach out and grab the hole, hauling herself through it, backflipping as she went, hair flying around her like dancing flame as she landed nimbly on the roof of the building.

Akoúo̱ flew onto her outstretched arm as she faced their opponent.

It was an ursa. At least she thought it was an ursa at first, but its head was not exactly right; it didn't look quite like any ursa that she had faced before; the bony skull was shorter, more… more human, in a bizarre fashion, not quite a man's skull – perhaps a man's skill that had moulded and misshaped in some way – but more that than the head of an ursa.

It was more armoured than any ursa – even an ursa major – that Pyrrha had ever heard of; it had no spikes, no elongated spurs of bone, but it was covered almost completely in bony plates; there was barely any black to be seen. How could so armoured a grimm move so silently? How was it they had not heard it coming from halfway across Mountain Glenn?

That hardly mattered now; what mattered was that the creature had Sunset's neck in its teeth and was shaking her like a rat, her limbs flailing wildly as it shook her up and down, its fangs crushing her throat and her aura with it.

Pyrrha reached out, stretching her semblance forth and latching onto Sunset's cuirass, her vambraces, the studs of her jacket, anything metal that she was wearing, anything that she could grab hold of with Polarity and pulling it with all the strength that her soul gave her, pulling against the strength of this grimm, pulling Sunset out of its jaws and towards her.

Sunset's eyes bulged as she was torn between the two powerful forces, each determined to keep her in their grasp.

Polarity won out. The soul won out. The light won out against the darkness as Sunset was wrenched out of the grimm's toothy grip and flew through the air into Pyrrha's outstretched arm.

Pyrrha let Sunset down gently on the roof. Then she slung Akoúo̱ onto her back, formed Miló into spear form, gripped it tightly in both hands, and charged, the red and gold of her weapon blurring before her as it spun, her scarlet sash trailing behind her like a banner as she leapt across the gap in the roof to confront the grimm.

Its eyes burned like fire as it growled at her. Pyrrha stared right back, silent, her face as grim as the grimm that opposed her.

Its jaws snapped shut on empty air. It had taken Sunset by surprise, but Pyrrha was not Sunset, and she was not surprised. As soon as her enemy began to move, she moved, rolling aside, Miló scraping down the grimm's armoured flank, the metal scratching against the bone. Of course it did; she didn't have the raw strength to smash through the plate of so well-protected a grimm as this.

But there were gaps between the plates, like the gap into which she thrust Miló, shoving the weapon with all her strength.

It barely penetrated the grimm's armour before it got stuck, wedged between the two plates of bone, unable to move forward, unable to move back; Pyrrha had no idea if she had even penetrated to the black flesh beneath.

She would have to use Polarity to get her weapon back and then-

Something struck Pyrrha in the flank, knocking her off her feet. The grimm, its neck had grown, or rather, it had grown a neck, a long black neck that stretched around its bulky body to slam into her.

Pyrrha tried to get to her feet, but the grimm, its neck growing even longer, coiling like a serpent, stretched out to clamp its jaws around her foot, fangs scraping against the gilded metal of her greaves. Pyrrha cried out as her aura dropped, her cry becoming elongated as the grimm with its unnatural neck cast her bodily into the air and hurled her off the roof.

She flew across the street. She flew beyond the street, and as the air rushed past her, as she spun head over heels, as she tumbled and fell and the world span around her, Pyrrha could barely think to use Polarity to slow her descent. She tried to reach out for any metal that she could find, but it did not stop her from crashing through the wall of a building and into a decaying dining room, the places still set for a meal that would never be served.

Pyrrha lay on the floor for a moment, reaching for her scroll to see how much damage had been done to her aura. It felt as though it had taken quite a hit.

She heard the sound of gunshots, the high-pitched crack of Crescent Rose mingling with the boom of Distant Thunder.

There was no time to check her aura.

Pyrrha leapt to her feet in a smooth, fluid motion. She started to run, her arms pounding, running out of the abandoned house, hair and sash flying after her. She couldn't hear Crescent Rose any more.

Pyrrha hit the door that stood in her way head on, smashing it off its hinges as she tore, heedless, through a sporting goods store. She burst out into the street – just as Ciel slammed into the wall beside her hard enough to crack and dent the stones beneath her.

The front of the electronics store had been destroyed. The grimm, whatever kind of grimm it was, had descended through the roof – of which nothing now remained – to engage the rest of the team.

The grimm was on its hind legs now; even its belly was armoured, all of it covered in plate, protected as any knight of old would have envied. It had one massive paw placed upon Penny's back, pinning her down face-first so that she could not bring Floating Array to bear. The other paw was crushing Ruby beneath its weight, heedless of her attempts to push it off or scrabble out from under it.

Only Sunset and Professor Goodwitch were still on their feet. Professor Goodwitch flicked her riding crop back and forth, and yet, her telekinesis seemed to do nothing to it, as if it was too big for her semblance to touch it, too heavy for her to move.

As if it was immune to such things as it was immune to the bullets of Ruby or Ciel.

Sunset faced the creature, ears flattened down amongst her flaming hair, bolts of magic flying from her hands, one after the other, to strike the beast upon its chest, but she might as well have been spitting for all the good that she was doing.

It had Jaune in its grip. He was caught in its jaws, its human and yet inhuman mouth embracing him. Only his aura – and that armour that seemed so inadequate now – stood between Jaune, sweet Jaune, her Jaune, and being snapped in two.

Not while I draw breath.

Pyrrha let out a wordless roar as she thrust out with polarity, seizing Miló in her semblance grasp and pushing it with all the might her soul commanded downwards, through its armour, into the grimm.

It was a hard struggle. The gaps between the armour were tight, and there was little room to move. But Pyrrha was insistent. She would not lose. She would not lose Jaune. She would not lose Ruby or Penny. She would not lose.

Miló moved. It moved slowly, but it moved.

The grimm turned its head towards her.

"Oh, no, you don't," Sunset growled, and she ceased to fire magic at the creature of grimm but rather grabbed its head in telekinesis, enshrouding it in the light of her magic, holding it in place. "Keep doing what you're doing, Pyrrha," she yelled. She held out her hands, and the grimm's grip upon Jaune in its jaws loosed a little.

"Professor, get Jaune!" Sunset yelled.

Professor Goodwitch obeyed, flicking her riding crop to yank Jaune free and dump him on the ground safely away from the grimm.

"I'd love to let you catch your breath, Jaune, but I think Pyrrha could use a bit of a boost," Sunset said.

Jaune did not need telling twice. He did not wait to scramble to his feet, to rush first on all fours and then on two to Pyrrha's side.

"Are you alright?" they asked each other at once.

"I will be, once everyone is," Jaune said, and without another word, he placed his hands upon her shoulders, and a golden light spread out from his hands and from his fingertips to envelop Pyrrha with its glistening cloud.

She could feel her strength returning, not only returning but increasing; this was the strength that had allowed her to move an entire train; this strength allowed to press down on Miló with even greater force, her enhanced might pushing against the tight-knit armour of the grimm.

The grimm began to moan as Pyrrha's spear descended.

"I'm sorry," Pyrrha said through gritted teeth, as with her strengthened semblance, she lifted Crocea Mors from off the ground, plucked Soteria from out of its sheath on Sunset's back, and hurled them both like javelins into the grimm on either side of Miló, pushing down with all three weapons, pressing them home, driving them beyond the armour and into the vulnerable flesh beneath.

The grimm was howling now, pricked with pain, but the green light of Sunset's magic enveloped it, and now, Professor Goodwitch stood with her arm outstretched, and it seemed that, though she could not move the creature, she could hold it fast.

She could prevent it escaping as Pyrrha drove three blades into it until they were out of sight. She could no longer see them – they had disappeared beneath the bony plates – but she could still feel them, and with her semblance, she could move them inside the grimm's body, turning them in circles, spinning them in arcs, slicing through whatever they found.

The grimm let out a low and almost mournful groan before its whole body and all its armour turned to ash.

Sunset summoned Soteria into her grip.

Pyrrha brought home not only Miló but Crocea Mors, which she presented to Jaune.

"I'm sorry for not asking permission," she murmured.

"I'll let it slide in an emergency," he said lightly.

Sunset knelt by Ruby's side. "Ruby, are you okay?"

Ruby coughed. "Yeah," she gasped. "Mostly."

Sunset nodded, patting her on the shoulder. "Jaune," she said. "Do you have enough aura to take care of everyone?"

"Sure," Jaune agreed. "I've got more than enough."

"Good," Sunset said. "Because I think we might be just getting started."
 
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