Harmony: hometown Ponyville (For SaulLaski)

Pax paced around the outskirts of town, worried about his assignement: He was to lead a certain group of rookies of the Solar Empire, and watch over the town, making sure the civilians were safe, and that peace and order were the only thing they would see.
He sighed. He was way too old for this. He didn't have the body he once had, even if he could still fight with his magic. His doctor told him to retire: but sunnybut herself asked him to take this job, maybe his last. Using his magic to support himself, he went to the map, on his desk. The tent was bigger than it seemed, in the inside: He had a good ''living area'', where a small desk, a bag of hey (He couldn't have a better bed), and an area where bags of food leaned on a ''fireplace'', where he could cook. Cook... He swore he'd prefer to be a cook right now, than supervising young, reckless soldiers.
He sighed again (he was about to mentally count them), and studied the map. His nephew lived in ponyville, along with his sister. He hoped they wouldn't be treatened: living near town hall and all...
But enough of this stuff. They had more soldiers, better weapons and the support of Sunnybut. This war will never have to start: they almost had the control over town already. But will he bear the sun flag when it'll come to /kill/ ponies? When he'll have to make lifetaking decisions?
''I hope it'll all be over before we know it. I've never killed ponies before... Zebras, minotors, griffons, but not... My own kind...''
An officer came into the tent.
''Sir, I've been asked to take you into town; Princess Celestia herself asked that you'd be ''Familiar'' with the battlefield before anything starts.''
Pax turned to him, his beard flowing in the wind. 'I do have a kind of shady wizard style, now that i think about it.', he thought, grinning.
''Sunnybut asks, Ol'pony acts. Return to your station, kind sir. I'll shake those legs by myself.''
The pony saluted and left, and Pax waited a few seconds before going out in the sunlight. 'Stronger everyday, still hot as tartarus. Is she ever taking a break or what?'
Shaking, he started to stroll over ponyville, mumbling insults at the world to himself.

As he walked in the city he once knew, saw the smiling faces of civilians, and recalled the map on his desk to help him mentally imaging the city, he felt something he hoped he'd forgot.
Being spotted. His training (in his youngest years) had reminded him to always know when ponies looked at him, and for what reason. And those two ponies who spotted him clearly weren't trying to remember his name; they knew him.
Feeling a bittersweet wave of paranoia, he slowly turned around the building he was near of, and tried to escape the feeling. After a few minutes, he felt sure enough, and went to the town hall: the only place he could escape, if anything happened, and sat on a nearby bench.
If they'd come back, he'd know their faces. Would it be the lunar republic? Or maybe hired assassins? Or, worst, Changelings?
Or... Teinted zebras? He'll never get over the fear of zebras, coloring their white stripes black, hunting ponies. Dealing once with them was enough: But if he could ever face them again, or even hear of the presence of zebras in ponyville, he would drop the case and disert Sunnybutt.
He straightened himself; the war was over. It's all bad memories. Let's forget them.
Forget murders and bloodily hungry, flesh-eating zebras. If the NLR knew about tha weakness, he'd better commit suicide then think about getting cornered by one of them.
Shaking on his bench, he waited. The camp wouldn't be a sure hideout, neither anypony he'd know: changelings and teinted zebras could be everywhere.
He needed to hide, or face his fears... Maybe it was the best time to get this madness out of his mind, nce and for all? He began scrying the area with his magic, in an attempt to feel their presence.

After his small paranoia crisis, Pax stood up and shakilly walked inside of town hall; he went to the welcoming desk. A small nod of the secretary told him ''go sit down and wait.''. He leaned next to the window, where a small breeze and a magic scan (he still was in an enemy territory) told him that he was being observed.
He only caught a few words, but enough to say that he won't go to the library tomorrow. Zebras everywhere. He then fled to his camp.
(sorry for the rushed reply, gtg)

While Pax walked towards his camp, he continuesly looked over his shoulder.

He had to cool down, as well as a good coffee; he had to find a library out there.

Maybe he'll find something tomorrow.

While walking, he started to write his report mentally.

'The city is looking calm, at least. I heard a conversation about a meeting at a library, between two ponies. One of them scanned me; i think i'll have to pay them a visit, or send some troops there.

Might as well say, the civilians look calm enough; it ain't a good sign, if you want my opinion. When will we spread the word about the upcoming civilian assault?

Yours truly, Spera.''

Yeah, that looked like a good report. For a tired old pony, it looked good enough.

The walk had hurt his legs; the shaky bones really needed some rest, and he'd need a little training, if anything went wrong. And a few guards might help too.

But, for now, coffee, duties, and sleep.