Unforeseen Consequences - Heirs of the Royal Guard

>”Oh, would you look at that? Recess is already over! Time flies when you fight against the bad guys, am I right sir?” Double Ocean continues to happily hop around you “Anywaaaays! Guess it’s time to look for that Scribble Scrabble…”
>Well, you already provoked the entire sixth grade into picking a fight with you, so there’s no need to worry about detention now… besides, next class was social studies… and that’s for sissies.
“Sure mate, but…ehhh…”
>You rub the back of your neck and give Double Ocean an awkward smile
“Do you have any idea where he could have gone? I don’t have a clue and didn’t ask Scribble where he was going because…well… I was too busy with taking care of not getting my flank kicked by a bunch of gorilla sized foals.”
>”Well, uuuuhmm…” Double Ocean rubs his chin for a moment, before jumping in jow from his realization “Scrabble told me that he was going to “join his colorful compadres who’re under the watch of the Great Crayola” or somethin’  like that. Sooooo, I asked our official third grader translator just what the hay that colt was talking about, and she told me that Scribble meant that he was going to his classroom. So I bet my super special, deluxe card of Saddle Rager that he must be there right now…”
“Oooooh! You have a deluxe Saddle Rager card?! That’s awesome! Geez! I wish I could get a deluxe card, every time I end up getting the lame Hundrum card! I think that the best one I have is just a… I-I mean…”
>You clear your throat and shake your head, as much as you wanted to, this wasn’t the place to talk about the awesomeness of the Power Ponies… and your super bad luck at collecting their cards…no, you have to keep focused on your job!
“Let’s go to Scribble’s classroom, alright?”
>”Okay sir! Follow my lead, please!” Double Ocean gives you a military salute and motions you to follow him
>As Double Ocean and you keep walking down the hallways, your mind starts drifting off to an specific subject that started to bothered you, so, you decided to ask your new friend.
“Hey, Double Ocean…”
>The colt keeps walking, but replies with a very respectful ”Yes, sir?”
“Well, first of all, stop calling me sir, I ain’t much older than you and-“
>Double Ocean stops dead on his tracks and turns to you, he was clearly offended about what you just asked, but he was also conflicted since it was clear that the little colt didn’t want to disrespect you ”Ummm, with all due respect sir, I can’t do that.”
>You raise an eyebrow and ask with an annoyed tone.
“And why’s that? It’s not really that hard, mate. You just remove the sir and pronounce my name instead. Come on, it’s easy, you just have to call me “Anon” as simple as that”
>”Well, you are kinda right sir, buuuut” Double Ocean rubs the back of his neck and looks away with clear discomfort in his eyes
“But?”
>”But you are a Prince, a member of royalty! Ya can’t just expect that me, the leader of the Super-Agent Foals to just disregard such an awesome title like that!” Double Ocean shakes his head and stomps his left front hoof on the ground “Nuh-Uh! I’m sorry sir! But that is an order that I can’t follow sir!”
>You roll your eyes and groan
“Oh come on! Just because I’m a Prince it doesn’t necessarily means that you have to treat me like your superior! Besides, belonging to royalty should not guarantee a pony to get everyone’s respect. Just look at Blueblood! He’s supposedly a prince, just like little awesome me, but the guy is the biggest jerk in Equestria! And a complete slob to boot. So yeah, being a Prince isn’t an indicative of superiority”
>Double Ocean shrugs and starts walking again with you following close behind “Uh-Huh! You might be right about that, sir. But my daddy always tells me that Blueblood ain’t a real prince and that I should always follow the example of the Princesses’ kid.”
>You tilt your head back by the surprise of that answer
“That… sounds kinda… well… first of all, say to your daddy that I actually appreciate that comment… really… I’m doing my best to prove to myself and everyone that I’m worthy of my title, and knowing that there are ponies who have faith in me is actually super cool. But at the same time, I have to say this, and please don’t get offended, but it sounds kinda weird. Mostly because I can’t stop wondering why your dad would make that kind of compliment to begin with”
>Double Ocean chuckles “Well, you remember that weird event that happened a few months ago? You know the one, it was held in a small town near Canterlot…the razzle festival or something”
>You nod
“Yeah, the chaos carnival. I was there…”
>”And so was my daddy!” Double Ocean cheerfully exclaims “And when he came back, he told me everything about what happened and then he told me about you! He said that you gave an awesome speech in front of everypony! And that you are so brave that you are actually friends with not just one, but TWO spirit of chaos! A-And he also told me that he heard about your cutie mark! I mean, you have a cutie mark in harmony! How awesome is that!”
>Well, that was odd, like really, really odd. Like sure, Double Ocean just said that his old man heard you giving your speech, and you technically gave two. One was the speech that you gave at Ponyville’s town hall and the other happened when you tried to help that old mare to boost the sales of her store.
>But for what he implied, his dad heard the speech that you gave before Glimmer kidnapped you. Not your miserable attempt at keeping the attention of customers.
>Hmmm, even if your assumption is wrong, the chance of his dad making the connection between your little sales pitch and what your cutie mark meant was next to none. You sold yourself as the “Prince of Harmony” or whatever, never making allure to your cutie mark.
>And even if Double Ocean’s dad somehow made that connection thanks to some divine revelation, the probabilities of anyone remember your little attempt at being a sales pony after Eris’ “debut in society” is pretty darn slim….
“You had my curiosity before, NOW you have my attention, so tell me something my friend, how does your dad knows about what my cutie mark means?
>”Oh!” Double Ocean giggles “That’s super easy! My daddy is a royal guard!”
“Hmmm… I guess that would explain it… so if my deductions are right, he was stationed at the Guard HQ that was set up for the carnival, right?”
>You and Double Ocean take a turn and goes up a set of stairs, before the little guy spoke again ”Well, yes and no… you see, he WAS supposed to stay at the fort, but then “she who should not be named” ordered him and a bunch of other guards to go into the town with her, because… uuuhmm…. I think somepony very important got foalnapped or something…”
>She who… what?! Okay, okay! Let’s backtrack… he’s saying that his dad was at the HQ, but then this mare gave him the order to go into the town… to look for someone… who got… ooooooooh! So he’s talking about…
“By the “mare that should not be invoked” or something… you mean Moonlight Shadow, right?”
>”Shhhhhh!” Double Ocean turns to you and covers your mouth with his front hooves “Are you crazy sir?! Don’t say that name! Every fourth grader knows that “She who should not be named” is an ancient force of evil that was brought upon Equestria just so she could terrorize the poor Royal Guards! And i-if you say her name… oh sweet Celestia protect us! Please don’t let her come and take my soul so she can put me in her haunted training course for all eternity!”
>You roll your eyes and slap his hooves away
“Oh, shut up! Moonlight is not that bad, you are exaggerating”
>”Not that bad?! NOT THAT BAD?!” Okay… Double Ocean’s reaction was starting to get creepy “Are you serious?! She’s eeeeviiiil!”
>You slap your face and groan
“Yes, I’m serious… and I can back my words too, after all, Moonlight is my bodyguard AND my friend! And… wait a minute… you said “every fourth grader knows about Moonlight. I know that she’s a General, but seriously? Every single foal in fourth grade knows who she is?”
>Double Ocean rolls his eyes and gives you a somewhat annoyingly look ”Well, duh! Of course everypony in fourth grade knows about who “she who should not be named” is! Our parents are all from the Royal Guard!”
>Well… that… was a surprise…
“I… I admit that I didn’t see that one coming. I mean, every grade has its own little “society” but I seriously never expected that the reason for why you guys went and made your own spy agency was because every fourth grader has Royal Guard blood in them”
>”Ooooooh! That is an awesome way to say it sir! And yep! My daddy is a Guard, Light Craft’s mommy is a guard and… you get the idea. That’s why we decided to make the Secret Agent Foals!” Double Ocean stands on his front legs and kicks the air with his hinder legs “So we can protect everypony just like our parents do!”
“Hmmmm, so that’s why ya’ll know about Moonlight, though I still don’t get why you guys are so afraid of her.”
>”Shhhhh! I told you to not say that name!” Double Ocean looks frantically to every direction, and once he makes sure that Moonlight wasn’t going to catch him, he speaks once again “The reason why we all know that evil creature is because all of us have seen how she trains our parents and…” the little colt starts shaking “I get chills by just remembering it…”
>You let out a heartedly laugh and pat Double Ocean’s mane
“Well, her training courses are scary, that much I can admit, but really, if you guys really want to be like your parents…well, better get used to that, because trust me, Moonlight’s obstacle courses are way worse when you actually go through them, and I can speak that from my own experience”
>Double Ocean’s ears perk up, his curiosity and excitement reaching new highs “W-What?! For real?! “She who should not be named” has made you go through one of her haunted courses?!”
>You let out a chuckle and give the colt a smug grin
“Every single day, I wake up at 5:00 a.m. I take a protein shake, courtesy of the most awesome wonderbolt who has ever lived-“
>Double Ocean cuts you off, his excitement was too much to contain it”Whoa! You know Spitfire?!”
 “Wha-? No! Not her! I meant Rainbow Dash! She’s more awesome than Spitfire could ever hope to be! And besides, even if you somehow have never witnessed the awesomeness of the “buccaneer blaze” Soarin is waaaaay cooler than Spitfire anyways, and…and….”
>You notice that Double Ocean was looking at you with some confusion…awwwwwww…. You got derailed again…
>You clear your throat, and try to look serious for when you restart your explanation about your daily routine
>”As I was sayin’ I train for like two hours under not only RD’s regime of utter coolness, but also under Moonlight’s brutal obstacle courses… then I take a shower, an actual breakfast and go to school.”
>Before Double Ocean could say anything, you tap his chest and exclaim with great excitement
“But that’s not it! Oh, no! Moonlight Shadow has a daughter, her name is Cherrywood Bellemare, and she’s the most beautiful, most intelligent bat filly that has ever lived. And guess what? She’s my marefriend…”
>You narrow your eyes at Double Ocean and poke his chest with your hoof
”And if you make fun of her second name I will personally make sure that you grow up without any teeth”
>Double Ocean didn’t respond or even react to your threat, he was looking at you with utter admiration ”Whoa! You’re not only friends with that evil creature, but your special somepony is also her daughter!? And you have to train in “she who should not be named” haunted courses every day?! Maaaaan!” The little colt huffs and crosses his front legs “Being Royalty sounds like a lot of work! Sheesh… waking up at 5:00 a.m.? I rather have broccoli for breakfast”
>You roll your eyes and pat the little colt’s head once more
“It kinda is, but you have your rewards. Heh, now let’s go to Scribble’s classroom, shall we?”
>”Oh! We’re already here!” Double Ocean points at a door that was behind him, labeled with 3-B on its window
“What?! We have been here the whole time?! Why didn’t you say anything?! That would’ve been useful, you know?”
>Double Ocean chuckles as his rubs the back of his neck, giving you a grin in apology “Heh Heh Heh! Sorry! I got freaked out when you mentioned….”her” And then you know, we kept talking and talking…. I kinda got derailed.”
>You groan and walk past Double Ocean, knocking on the door. After a few moments, the class teacher comes out. A beige pony with lavender mane and eyes… quite attractive if you have to admit it…
>You give her your best smile and ask
“Good afternoon! My name is Anon, I’m in fifth grade, group A and I’m the candidate for the school election. I was hoping if…”
>But the teacher shakes her head and interrupts your presentation before you could even finish “Listen kid, I know why ya are here and the answer is no. If ya want to promote yer little campaign, then do it when classes are over. Goodbye.”
>And with no other thing to say or any consideration to your beautiful face whatsoever, the teacher slams the door…
>…
“….”
>”Uhmmm, sir…” Double Ocean gently pulls your leg “What do we do now?”
“….”
>The little colt was becoming more and more worried about you as he pulls your leg once more”S-sir?”
>You walk past him and slam your head in the wall, you then turn to Double Ocean and give him a polite smile
“How about we go back to our classrooms? I have to tell my friends about how the recess went and I’m sure that you want to check up on your comrades…”
>Double Ocean takes a step back, his pupils shrank in fear, but nonetheless, he gave you a military salute and replied with a strong voice “Y-Yes sir!” but when Double Ocean turned back so he could return to his classroom, you heard him whisper “Man, he’s even as scary as “she who should not be named” whoa…that’s awesome….”
>And so, you were alone…hmmm… you could try speaking with that teacher one more time. But… you knew that kind of people, she would either tell you no again or simply won’t answer to the door. Nah, you better go back to your classroom.
>Thankfully, you were now starting to get pretty familiar with the hallways of your school making you reach your classroom in no time. And everything would have been perfect, oh so, so perfect and peaceful… if it wasn’t because Sunny Hill was outside of the classroom…
>And for the look on her face she was waiting for someone…and every conclusion that you reached, pointed that someone was you.
>”Oh, Mr. Anon…” The old mare calls you with a surprisingly calm voice “Finally decided to join us? Or are you on your way to pick another fight against a whole grade?”
>You feel a chill running down your spine. You slowly walk towards your teacher and ask
“H-How do you k-know about that?”
>Sunny Hill rolls her eyes and gives you a little smirk “Because I saw everything, Mr. Anon, and I mean E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. You really didn’t think that I would just stay here while you ruined the prestigious reputation of my group, did you?”
>You let out a sigh and drop your head in defeat
“Then I guess that I can’t sneak my way out of this one, huh?”
>Sunny Hill shakes her head and replies with a calm “I’m afraid not, Mr. Anon”
>You give your teacher an awry smile and sigh
“So, what will it be this time? Another essay that is as long as a history book? A science project that can easily win every science affair in Equestria? Detention until I’m as old as my moms?”
>But Sunny Hill’s answer was… kind of unexpected as she looks you in surprise and giggles “Now, where did you get the idea that I’m going to give you a punishment this time?”
>You look at Sunny Hill with a baffled expression… this was so unlike her
“You mean that you aren’t?”
>Your teacher walks to you, giving you a stern look “No, but before I state my reasons, do you promise that you won’t interrupt me while I speak?”
“Uuhh… sure…”
>Sunny Hill narrows her eyes at you, not really trusting your word “Really? Do you promise that you won’t try to outwit me with one of your low class remarks and arrogant attitude?”
>You roll your eyes and growl
“Yeah! I swear that I won’t do any of that! Sheesh Miss. Sunny Hill, have some trust will ya?”
>”Hmph! I see that you still lack any semblance of tact, but fine…” The old mare finally takes a deep breath and starts walking in circles around you “You see Mr. Anon, I have been a teacher of this prestigious school for decades now. And because of that, I have had the honor of teaching many generations of young and promising foals. All of them grew up to become great ponies, business owners, important wizards, innovative researchers; I even had Princess Twilight in my class…and well…”
>Sunny Hill looks at you with a warm smile and chuckles “Even when he’s a little ruffian who has no idea of what proper manners are, I do have the honor of being the teacher of one of the most intelligent colts that I’ve ever seen in my entire life, the fact that he’s also the son of our dear rulers is just a bonus.”
“Hey, thanks Miss Sunny Hill, I never thought that-“
>Your teacher gives you a glare that makes you shut up. She then nods to herself and starts speaking again “As I was saying, working in this school has been an honor, one that I wouldn’t trade for anything in Equestria. Every day of work has been a living dream for me, but today… today, in that school yard, that dream came to a momentarily, but abrupt end…”
>You had the urge of asking why…but you better keep your mouth shut. For the first time since you know her, Sunny Hill was being polite and you kinda wanted that to last
>Sunny Hill takes notice of your predicament and giggles “I can see that you are wondering why that is the case…” Your teacher’s expression became somber, and her tone matched her face perfectly “As I told you, I saw today’s events unfold in their entirety. And while your attitude was less than adequate…I can’t say that it was unjustified…”
>The old mare stops walking in circles around you as she stomps her left front hoof on the ground “In all my years in this school, I have never seen so many foals partaking in the act bullying others, and with such enthusiasm! And that’s not the worst part, oh noooo!”
>Sunny Hill grits her teeth, trying to contain her anger but to no avail “The nerve of the sixth graders teachers in not only ignoring, but also encouraging such acts of vandalism has no place in this school! And neither does the cowardice of the rest of the staff when they refused to help their own students when they also got intimidated by those villains who call themselves teachers! That is not an attitude worthy of the school that I have devoted my life to! And neither is worthy for the talented foals that we call our students!”
>The old mare takes a breath to calm herself and rubs her temples before returning to her little speech “That is why I’m not giving you a punishment. Because what you did was right, or well, at least the idea of it. You stood up for the weak and called those foals for what they really are: A bunch of bullies. But….”
“But?”
>Sunny Hill sighs and drops her head “I do have a request for you, Mr. Anon… are you willing to listen to it?”
>Well, after that talk, why not? You nod.
“Mmhm! Shoot away!”
>”Very well…” Sunny Hill sighs and regains her composure “I want you to win the election. But I don’t want you to fail everypony by using the tactics of the sixth graders. You may lack the finesse of the rest of the students of my class, but you clearly hold the values that made this school so great in the past. So, I want you to be a leader that reminds everypony in this school what those values are. Think that you could do that for me?”
>You let out a chuckle and place both of your front hooves on the back of your head
“Geez, Miss Sunny Hill! That was the plan since the beginning! You really should pay more attention to the class! Heh heh! But seriously…”
>You look at Sunny Hill directly to the eye, and give her a little smug grin
“This isn’t about a simple election, I’m going to fix this, because that is my responsibility as a Prince and even if I weren’t… my special talent is harmony, and this school is in dire need of that…”
>”Hmph! Are you telling me that harmony is what your cutie mark represents? Now that is a surprise! Especially considering that your poor attitude and lack of manners doesn’t reflect that at all… but, I’m glad that we’re on the same page for once. Very well… I guess that it is time to let your classmates know about the events that transpired” Sunny Hill opens the door to the classroom and motions you to come in “But let’s keep this as a secret between us shall we?”
>You and Sunny Hill stare at each other for some moments, but at the end you just shrug and walk into the classroom
“Meh, fine by me...”
>After you returned to your classroom, you told your adorable classmates everything, about the fight, and about the “uniqueness” of Scribble Scrabble’s beliefs as well as the bravery of Double Ocean and the fourth graders.
 >You tell them that in base of today’s events, the best route of actions for next Monday should be to focus on completely winning over the third and fourth graders, and once you were sure to count on their votes, then you would move on to the younger foals.
>And after everything was said and done in regards to the campaign, Sunny Hill told the class that it was time to start with the normal lessons, so that meant that…ugh it was time for social studies… maaaaaaaaan, this class. Is. So. Lame!
>Thankfully, after a couple hours… that ended up feeling like a couple days thanks to the power of social sciences and their lame inaccuracy, the bell rang again marking the end of the classes for today.
>and you knew what that meant, that’s right… IT WAS OFFICIALLY THE WEEKEND! And no detention or extra homework either! Yeah, baby!
>This time, some of your beautiful friends decide to walk with you to the school’s front ground, if anything to go into further detail about who the third and fourth graders were and more importantly because… well… because they were your friends and you actually liked to hang with them…
>But you didn’t take more than ten steps out of the school before a familiar voice called you out “Yo, your smug highness! Do you have a minute to spare?” And the filly who called you out was what you assumed is the leader of the other fifth grade group, Bubble Cup.
>You nod and give the little filly a smirk as you wiggle your eyebrows
“Oh, Miss Cup, is this another one of your “romantic” advances? Because as I told you earlier today, I’m already taken.”
>”Wha-?” The filly stops in her tracks and blushes before covering it up with a disgusted face “N-No! And I told you to not call me like that! Ugh!” Bubble Cup walks to you and eyes your friends with a quite nasty glare before looking at you “Listen, we already came to an agreement, and in the end, well… we decided that just one of ours should be enough and that pony will be-“
>You cut off Bubble Cup with a chuckle
“It’s you, is it not?”
>”H-How did you know?” Bubble Cup asked with a flustered tone
>You make a little grin and chuckle
“Call it a hunch… but…”
>You shrug
“I’m not complaining, in fact, this is the outcome that I actually wanted. I need fillies like you by my side, you know?”
>Bubble Cup blushes, this time she wasn’t able to cover it up thanks to her surprise”F-Fillies like me?”
“Oh yes, you’re a strong, caring and quite astute… you don’t find those attributes very often…”
>”Y-You really think that? I-I mean…” Bubble Cup slaps herself pretty hard and gives you an angered look “I know that! That’s why everypony decided that I should be the one to help you in your lame campaign!”
>Gale Breeze immediately jumps in front of you, not liking a single bit what Bubble Cup just said ”Hey! Who do you think that you are to say that our campaign is lame?! If there’s anything lame here, that should be your lame mane style!”
>”That’s none of your business! And you better watch your tongue or I’ll make you taste my hoof!” Bubble Cup narrows her eyes at Gale Breeze.
>But instead of keeping with this little petty fight, Gale Breeze jumped to your left  and hugged you instead “Oh yeah?! I want to see you try! My cute Prince here will grind you to tiny pony bits
>You turn to your friend and shake your head in disbelief
“What?! Come on Gale, you can’t possibly ask me to do that!”
>”Hah! In your dreams!” Bubble Cup moved to you and hugged your right side “This fella here is totally with me and not with an ugly bimbo brain like you! If somepony is getting her ugly face kicked, that would be you!”
>Now you were starting to get frustrated. You look at Bubble Cup and raise your voice
“No! No one is getting their face kicked by me…. Except for Ruffle Truffle… maybe!”
>Gale Breeze scowled at Bubble Cup as she started to pull you “Nuh-Uh! You must be reaaaally dumb to even imagine that, because the princy-wincy is with me!”
>Princy-what? What kind of cheesy name is that? You roll your eyes and huff
“Girls, c’mon! I’m sure that there’s a civilized way to work this out”
>”No!” Bubble Cup glares back at Gale Breeze and starts pulling you too “He’s with me!”
>Gale Breeze growls as she pulls you harder this time”I said he’s with me!”
>All while Bubble Cup spits and pulls you too ”And I said that he’s with me!”
>Oh man! It can’t get any worse than this!
>Or so you thought until a third voice joined the dispute ”Actually… he’s with me…” That squeaky voice… oh no… What is she doing here?!
>You look up to the sky, and with a defeated smile you proclaim
“Well… Guess that’s it for me and my flank…”