You wake up to the screams of a changeling. Jesus christ, is Night Stalker still killing changelings? You look beside you, and Luna is still asleep, and still topless. You smile as you remember last night. Another scream comes from a changeling. That’s odd. But you pay no attention to it. However, you know something is wrong when you hear another scream.

You hurriedly put your clothes, and run outside. Night Stalker is fighting off a pack of changelings, about 13 of them. 4 lie dead around the others, and others carry severe wounds. Night looks over at you, and calls out. ‘Some help would be nice!’ He swats a changeling away from him.

You stand baffled for a moment, before realizing what’s happening. You pick up speed, barreling into the group and knocking some of them down. Night nods at you, and hands you a large knife. The changelings stand up, snarling at their new opponent.

One changeling charges at you, his head lowered and his horn pointing straight at you. You step to one side, and ram the knife into his neck. He gurgles, blood filling his lungs. You spin around, carving into another one. You recoil as a changeling rams into you.

You struggle to shake him off, wriggling and squirming around in his grasp. The changeling drops his head, and you brace yourself to be speared by his horn. But it does not happen. You throw the changeling off, and realize he has a knife embedded in his back.

Night leaps over you, grabbing the knife from the changeling. He then stabs a nearby changeling, twisting his knife into and out of the changelings chest. You get up, and kick a changeling in its neck. It grasps at its neck, its windpipe obviously broken.

You bump into something, and spin around. You bring the knife down, but your hand is stopped. You realize you were about to stab Night, and quickly apologize. You look around in despair, realizing you are surrounded by a multitude of angry changelings.

‘It was a pleasure meeting you.’ Night’s deep voice comes from behind. ‘But I’m afraid this may be our last battle together.’ You frown, and agree with Night. You would have never expected what happens next.

All the changelings are surrounded in a blue aura, and you recognize it as Luna’s magic. You watch as many of the changelings have their limbs torn off their body, and others writhe in agony as they are set on fire.

When the mass of writhing bodies has stopped, you see Luna casually standing in the middle of the mess. She frowns at you. ‘I can’t leave you alone for two seconds can I?’ You smile at her, but the smile disappears quickly.

‘Luna! Watch out!’ You scream out a warning. A changeling is running towards her, holding a knife in his hand. Luna spins round, and sees the changeling. Her mane flares up, and her eyes glow with a magical aura. The changeling brings his knife down on her, and you flinch.

Luna swings her hand at the changeling, obliterating his arm. His scream pierces your ears as you watch what happens. Luna picks the changeling up, her whole body now surrounded by her magic. She punches the changeling in its chest, her fist going cleanly through its ribs and lungs.

You run to her, pulling her in for an embrace. She laughs. ‘Good thing I woke up, isn’t it?’ You smile at her.

‘I guess the next time we come here we wont need any guards.’ You shake hands with Night, who chuckles.

‘Looks like we’ll have another fight, eh?’

‘Looks like it.’ You laugh. ‘Right. Shall we go get that slate?’

‘Yes. Let’s.’ Luna’s horn glows, surrounding you in its aura. There is a loud “pop” and you appear in the middle of town. Most ponies around you drop their things and run, while others stand staring. Luna huffs, and walks towards a shop.

The bell rings as you walk inside, and a shop-pony greets you. Luna steps out from behind you, and the pony gasps. He bows down. ‘Your majesty. It is a great pleasure.’ Luna ignores him, and walks into a storage room. ‘May I help you with finding anything?’

‘I need some slate. About 100 tiles, to be specific.’ Luna’s voice is cold, with no hint of her kindness she shows towards you.

The pony gulps, a frown forming on his face. ‘Uh, well you see. I’m afraid that we’re out of slate. You see, with Nightmare Night coming up, many people have bought sculpting materials, slate being the main product.’

Luna frowns, gritting her teeth. Nightmare night? What is that? Luna walks out of the door, huffing and puffing. You follow close behind. A young colt bumps into Luna’s leg, chasing after his ball. He speaks, small and quiet. ‘Sowwy wuna. Can you pass me my ball? Pwease?’

Luna picks the ball up, and her hand glows. The ball bursts, covering the colt's brown fur in its rubber. He runs off crying. Luna continues on as if nothing happened. You stand, speechless. ‘Luna. Why the hell did you do that?’

Luna turns, glaring at you. ‘He got in my way and needed to be taught a lesson. He should learn the meaning of spacial awareness.’ Luna spins back around. Night Stalker salutes to her, and Luna waves her hand at him. ‘You are dismissed, make your way back to the castle, and do not bother with the changelings.’

Night takes off, flying full speed towards the castle. Luna closes her eyes, concentrating on her magic. A huge nova blast erupts from the tip of her horn, traveling for miles around you.

‘Jesus. That seemed powerful.’ You laugh. ‘What did you do? Kill all the changelings in the everfree forest?’ Luna joins in with your laughing fit. After a while the laughter dies down, and you clutch your sides in pain.

Luna smiles at you. ‘How did you know what that spell does?’

Author's Note

My my, Luna's getting a little crazy! So yeah, there's chapter 8. Hope you like it!