As the lighting soar across the sky, a shadow crossed Ksirafai's mind. 
[I]''If you don't mind...The reason i am going there is that i was called.''[/I] 

The takes a deep breath. He was indeed called, by a falcon when he was out on the country side, It was his old mission bringer if you will, a brave companion who had been his own for quite some time before it became canterlots official bringer of news. Sometimes it was good news...other times it was his own personal storm crow. He turned to the pony next to him and looked at her quite intensely
[I]''Bad news comes from the capital, Its about our rulers...''[/I]
He paused thinking if he should tell her or not. The message said that he should find assistance towards the task given...but could he trust this pony?
[I]''Tell me...if they needed your help would you help them?''[/I]