Longsight stood there, icy steel piercing her body, her magic torn away. Looking down she saw her severed horn laying useless and the sword- 

In her last moments she recognized the sword - The Blades of the Platinum Dynasty. Was at display at Celestia's academy for her best unicorns. She remember when she was assigned to investigate the theft, being one of those sent to monitor the school. 

[i]And after all this time, I've found them. No, they found me, [/i] she thought. She looked into Scarlet's eyes and smiled grimly. The inquisitor could not say a word, but her eyes would have communicated the idea: [i]Now I remember, that one misfit. Heh, heh. [/i]

Then the axe came and shattered her body. But despite the blow, Longsight lived if only for a few moments more. It was so perfect the plan, kidnap Lens, use her to get Prancer's aid in capturing Sweeper. Then her cohorts and the missionaries would be arrested for their blasphemies - another shut and closed case. In her mind she regretted in the failure. Failing her fellow sisters. Failing the Archmagister. Failing Ponykind. 

The last few moments before departing was one of utter bewilderment. Lights, alien shapes, the one called Noxferus completing the ritual. Underlying the whole sight was how small Longsight felt, a primordial fear that gripped her heart. Perhaps it was merely a dream, but it didn't matter soon.

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As Scarlet was finishing her opponent, in the darkness Summer Dew began to rise up slowly. He had lost his right foreleg, but he still lived. And had enough will to aim his horn and unleash one more spell. The Noxferus was too far away, but Scarlet was in his sights. 

His horn glowed, and he he wearily aimed his horn. Silence filled the landscape as the Risen bowed down to their reanimator. The stars seemed off. Everything was off. This was not supposed to happen. This was supposed to be quick. Dew aimed and put all his hate into the blas-

A solid metal box slammed into Summer Dew's head, so fast he had no time to notice. The unicorn was thrown a good distance by the impact. Steel Hammer stood grimly, his cloak torn, and he coughed. He trotted slowly over to the box, with a leather harness, short, broad, and about the right size to hold a large book. Despite being forged from the best metals by the smith himself, Longsight's attack had dented it inwards.

The case held the Prophesies that day, and was meant to protect the Marvels of Science that night. Hidden under the mantle of the Scholars, the box protected Steel from a fatal blow.