Somewhere at the edge of Las Pegasus stood a massive mansion. Brought long ago as a family retreat, now stood as the last gateway to peace as evil armies lay beyond. A front before reaching Las Pegasus, the last refuge for the ponies running away from the hellish onslaught of the invading forces from the floating, shattered, and twisted form of Canterlot, surrounded by giant black crystal.

Blueblood, the owner of this land knew this all too well as his eyes turned away from the floating fortress of black crystal in the distance where Canterlot once stood, to the approach carts full of elites running from its void of light to his front gate. He could see the shame on all their faces as they exited their vehicles and walked through the entrance. It was as he expected, they were just as broken as him.

Their riches meant nothing to the King's oncoming forces. All they could do now was meet with Blueblood here in the last glimpse of solitude. He turned back at the sight of his servants greeting the elites as they stepped foot into the courtyard. Walking to the entrance, his footsteps were only stopped by the bed and the sight of a lovely mare hiding under his covers.

He smiled and tightened the covers around her shapely body, making sure not to wake her. Hearing the bell ring downstairs, he grabbed his coat and put it on. The stallion raced out of the room as quietly as possible, not knowing the mare he left behind was peaking awake.

Downstairs, several elitist ponies gathered in the center of the gala room where chairs were being seated. Their faces were tired and worn from the escaping. Blueblood walked on stage and signaled for the servants to come forth. As they did so, they laid a set of documents on the lap of each guest.

"Please, citizens, your moment to relax will fade soon." Blueblood tapped the gabble to get their attention. on him. "We must act." The stallion continued. "I have asked you to come here to discuss our next course of action."

One of the ponies scoffed, a pink pony with fancy purple curly. "Why should we?" She questioned. "His forces will never reach us here!"

"Ma'am Rich, your late husband would know better than anypony the problem with that assumption." Jet stood up and agreed with Blueblood. "We must stand ready."

"And for what reason?" Spoiled Rich popped back. "We are the elite, not the common folk. My husband was a fool, dying at the hands of that evil Slice Kilm..." She turned away and huffed louder.

"Mommy, he was protecting all of us?! And the rest of the town." Diamond Tiara injected and attempted to turn things back on the stage. "Let us listen to Blueblood's words."

"And he failed, you pathetic child-"

"I agreed with the young mare." A white mare stepped between Diamond Tiara and her mother as Spoiled Rich raised her hand. "And so would my missing husband, Fancy Pants!" She stretched her hand out to Blueblood. "Let us hear my brother's words."

Seeing them all turn back to him, Blueblood adjusted his suit. "Thank you, Fleur de Lis." He held out his hands to the papers that had been given to the elitists. "As you can see in the presentation, these are all the ponies trapped in Las Pegasus, plus the survivors."

"What about the commoners?!" One of the ponies questioned.

Blueblood tensed at the question. "Alongside their names are supplies they need." He pointed at the highlighted section. "We have to make arrangements to buy as much of these supplies as we can."

"Are we to start a charity?!" Spoiled Rich laughed.

"Charity would imply a form of pride in the work." Blueblood's eyes dropped in disappointment. "No, we will give these supplies up freely, and anonymously."

"What?!" Another pony laughed with Spoiled Rich. "No admiration, or publicity! You wish to steal from our own banks and give us nothing of value in return."

"Look." He wrapped his hands around the frame of his stand to show some dominance. "I'm not asking for you to be selfless. Truly, I think that's quite impossible for many of you. But what would happen if this King of K found out what we were doing."

"He would have us all killed!" Other ponies argued. "We shouldn't be involved at all!" The mood in the room quickly changed. "Yes, leave these commoners to their own devices!" Even more elites agreed. "You want to keep silent to save your own skin and yet call us selfish!"

Blueblood closed his eyes and shook his head. "Not only would the King learn about our secret plans, but our location. It would put everypony hiding in Las Pegasus in mortal danger." He pulled out a map and showed the entirely of Equestria. "He's already claimed three/fourths of the country. We need to keep a stand where he can't and most of all, we can't let him turn his full attention on a single place."

"What are you saying?" Many of them turned away in disgust. "What is this about, Blueblood?" The ponies murmured and asked each other for answers. They were confused about what he was saying and he couldn't blame them for that.

Blueblood narrowed his eyes and raised his voice. Using what magic he could, he summoned images of every name on the paper, matching all their features perfectly. This shocked all including his sister, that he would go to such a degree of research. "This is what is most important right now. Look at each of their faces. Without these ponies, not even us elite could survive this." He leaned forward and gestured his hands together. "We need to protect them."

The room became completely silent. Blueblood's point was clear and concise, they had to do this no matter the cost. To save them all, the elites had to take the first step. The first hand rose from Diamond Taira, a thumbs up as it were. A small gesture she had remembered from her time as a child.

"What say the rest of you?" Blueblood raised her gesture to the rest of them.

They all stayed silent a bit longer until a new voice echoed forth, from behind Blueblood. "You, elite freaks, are making so much noise..." All of them turned to the source and shivered back in fear. "And all because of me."

Blueblood slowly turned around to see a figure floating above him. Cladded in silver armor in the shape of changeling scales over a white robe and wearing a K-shaped mask twisted around a crooked horn and a changeling emblem over his chest, it was the one they all feared. The King had appeared before them without any warning at all. "Hello, I am King Kray, the King of K!"