Welcome to the first /mlp/ Story Time! Collab or critique, and I may narrate the whole thing for ya'll.>"Anon.">Uh oh. >She never called me Anon unless it was something very serious. Forever it had been "'Nonny" or "'Non." It froze me. I felt unfamiliar shakes take hold of my hands. I knew what this spelt.>"Anon, I need you to understand.">Even worse. Now tears choked her words. Whatever composure this didn't strip from me, I struggled to maintain. >What was I feeling? Terror? Shock? Heartbreak? Looking back, all three.>"Everything… everything is changing, Anon.">A third time. It was driving me mad. I couldn't bear it.>"So much has already. Unexpectedly. First, it was you. Then, me. And after a time…" She was fighting to stifle her sobs. "Us." >A sweet honey seeped from that word, "us." I tasted every drop in my bleeding heart, but it stung. It stung terribly. My every breath was being stolen from me. >She turned from the sunset to look at me, hoping to catch my expression. I couldn't face her. It would have killed me. Maybe, just maybe if I did I could again… no. From the beginning, I was foolish in my hope. Her loyalty had always ultimately lain with her duty, her home. In many ways, that's what made me fall for her firstly. A mare diligent, enduring, always certain. It was never foolish to love her. >Still, when it came to this, a part I'd long ignored sprung out of hiding to scold me saying "I told you so!" Whatever small stygian supplication I'd employed to myself to cope was dwarfed, shattered, utterly obliterated. >She was, after all, a professional.>"When this all started, I… I saw it only as obligation. Another prime opportunity to serve the Crown. To keep proving to everypony that I'm…" >She paused, sighing reflectively. "Then, something happened. When they made me your handler, I never expected to feel like this. I never expected… to love you, Anon." >Her hoof found my shoulder. Nothing I did could hide the shaking. Her touch no longer comforted me. She flinched. Pulled her hoof away and stood. >My dread was seeing its realization. I heard it, clearly. Normally it would be undetectable, but there it was. >The lighting horn, the magic snapping open her holster. Was she telling me it was pointless trying to escape? Or was she simply too addled herself. >Regardless, I'd since caught a couple of glints up the trees, strange shapes hiding in the bushes. Not a single tweet or chirp from the wildlife to be heard. Thankful though I was for what she'd taught me, it would do me no good now. >Booming, her words found my ears devoid of any previous weepiness. >"By order of the Crown, you are hereby under arrest. Resist and you will be forcefully apprehended. Should it be necessary, for the safety of myself or my fellow agents, you will be t-...terminated.">I might have believed how difficult this was for her, that she had no other choice when she stuttered over that last word. I knew better.
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