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A white hoof slowly meandered over the many lines and flourishes etched into the golden suit of armor, trailing over the occasional dent or scratch. It stopped on a particularly large groove just below the left shoulder plate. Celestia released a quiet gasp, the memory of an axe speeding towards her flashing before her eyes. She shook her head, trying to stray her mind from the path it hopped onto. The boisterous merriment of soldiers in what would be their last hours. The clash of steel and breaking wood on the battlefield. The dimming eyes of the bodies beneath her hooves. Her hooves. Enough! Celestia snorted and shivered, glaring at th

It was a normal, lazy afternoon for Private Lance Rest. He stood guard before the royal palace of Canterlot Castle, watching the bustling courtyard. Clerks ran to and fro, horseshoes screeching on the pavement while the odd document or two fluttered in their wake. Tourists mingled in between, gawking at the marble towers and golden spires. A pair of elderly pegasi caught the private’s eye, the guard fighting the urge to chuckle at the sight of a bored colt dragged in their wake. What Lance Rest assumed to be the grandpa seemed to be in the middle of a lecture of how he saw Princess Celestia a few centuries ago. Then his teal orbs wande