Prologue

All was quiet in the summer night that had befallen Equestria's glorious capital; few were awake during the twilight hours of the night. Only those of a more ill-spoken ilk were usually awake. But tonight something was different, the night that only once included drunkards, whores, or even bandits. Now held something else, a duo of men walked in the flickering lights of the night, but these weren't of the fearsome Lunar Guard that prowled the night skies in search of evildoers. Nor were they of the glorious Solar Guard, who defended Princesses and walked in massive parades, or even now married a Princess if rumors were true of Sir Amour.

No these men often the butt end of jokes, the last type of Guard, the least known of the three. They were part of Guard often compared as a troop of outcasts, of gutter rats, of whoresons, of traitors. They were of the ….. City Guard or known as the Scoundrel Guard. They who swore no oath to any Princess, not even to a Prince, no they swore oath to their beloved city of Canterlot. And in the coming weeks that oath would be tested quite thoroughly indeed.