Lyda stood at a hill top overlooking Ponyville. She was looking for Terminal's house. She spotted a cyan pony with a rainbow mane. Rainbow Dash no doubt. No other pony has a rainbow mane. she knew.

That's Lyda. Terminal told us that she was back at her hive. Why is she here? she heard her say. After hearing this, she walked off disappearing from her sight. She teleported to the back of Terminal's house to find she was staring at her again. She shimmered between her two forms, smiled at her, and walked behind the house.

"So how are you doing Terminal?" she asked as she entered the house.

"Ah!" he screamed in surprise. "Don't sneak up on me like that. You made me drop my lunch."

"Sorry. I didn't know. I was focusing on Rainbow Dash outside."

"I was doing well until I was invaded by Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie," he told her.

"Right yeah. I knew about that since I sent you that telepathic message. First message received can give a nasty headache, but it gets less painful as more are sent."

"So why are you here? I thought you were at you hive."

"I was. Until the Queen said something in public that made me want to leave."

"What was it? It can't be that bad."

"The Queen declared war on Chrysalis." Silence fell very quickly. Terminal was frozen right where he was when he heard the word "war".

"I've gone through enough already, but now you have to go to WAR?!" he yelled. "This is crazy! Can't a simple pony get a break?!"

"There's more," she continued. "As soon as I left, she sent me a telepathic message saying she wants you to fight too. She said because you've been with them for a month, she said you should fight too since you know what we're really like. You know how we live, act, and survive. She said you should fight because she saw your thoughts and saw that you fight for the right purpose."

"Listen," he told her, "I've been through too much in one span of time. I don't feel like doing this right now. I need a break from all this craziness. I'll go when I feel like it OK?"

"Fine. Be that way. It starts in ten days. She wants you there before or on the fifth day of the war." she told him. "She has ways of making ponies doing what she wants them to. She'll make you at one point."

"I'll try my best to get there as soon as possible." He walked over to his comfy chair (he loves his chair) and fell on it.

"You better be." She exited the house, and flew off to the hive. At the same time, Terminal fell asleep on his chair.

The ninth day before the war, Terminal had decided to go. Lyda hadn't come back after she left the day she told him. He walked over to a display case he had made when he first came to Ponyville that had contained his armor. He stood infront of it for a while rethinking his decision. He didn't stand for too long, he had then opened the case, and taken out his armor.

"It's either you, or me," he said to himself, "and it's going to be me. I'm not letting you go that easy." He packed his armor in the same saddlebags he used during Canterlot, and went off to start the journey to the hive. Once he reached the Everfree Forest, he stopped in his tracks. "Dang. I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO!"

"I knew you would come at some point in time," said Lyda. "Why didn't you come earlier?"

"I uh, took some serious thought into it."

"Well you're no too early, but not too late," she said. "I guess that's better than nothing. Your armor's in there?"

"Heh. Where else would it be?" he asked rhetorically. "Yeah I am very obviously lost."

"I don't need to tell you to follow me."

"Don't need to tell me twice." He started following her everywhere she went as long as she was sure about it.

After several minutes of what seemed like an eternity of walking through the forest, they finally reached the hive. It was bigger than he remembered.

"Well here we are." She told him. "The entrance to my hive. Do you still have that perception filter I gave you?"

"You're kidding?" he responded rhetorically. "Brought it with me. I thought I would need it." He put it on and the white stripe changed his appearance from the white stallion he normally is, to the dark grey changeling he was during his recovery at the hive after the Canterlot incident. "You know I did that so many times, and I still haven't gotten used to it. It's odd yet interesting."

Not long after, they walked inside and the Queen was standing a few meters in. They stood there for a while and then the Queen walked forward in their direction.

"I knew you would come eventually," she said to him.

"Well that's what Lyda said at the edge of the forest."

"So are you ready for the start tomorrow?"

"I'm more ready for this than the Canterlot attack because at least I was notified a while before," he looked at Lyda but she just rolled her eyes, "it actually happened."

"Well at least this was expected unlike Chrysalis' attack."

"I completely forgot her name up until this point," said Lyda.

"Same here," he agreed. "And you redecorated the place. As if the normal living standards looked enough like a camp. Now it looks like a fortress. All in under nine days."

"Well I guess you should get to where you should be. And that's with Lyda." She then left them to go to Lyda's house.

"Yeah. You're staying with me. Again." she said dejected. He shot her a look.

"Is there something wrong with me staying with you?" he asked. "Because if there is I feel like you should tell me."

"No there's nothing wrong. There's just a problem that may have possiblity of happening in the war." She said it with great fear as if she knew it was going to happen. They stood silent for a moment but then they walked and fle off to her house. It took longer than it should have.

"Oh so you got it moved!" he exclaimed. "That explains the long amount of time it took to get here. It also happens to be redecorated just like the rest, OF THE HIVE! Well I suppose we should get inside now."

"Well I'll be right back with... some… stuff." And then she left. He walked in and set his stuff down.

I miss my comfy chair already. I should've brought it. Then again it would've been too heavy for me to carry. he thought to himself. He walked over the bed, at least, he though it was the bed, and crashed on it.

As she flew, she remembered her dreams. They had all been the same thing. She wasn't happy about this one any more than the last one.

"When I get back to you," she told herself, "I'll tell you. Hopefully that will prevent this from happening. I hope you'll understand. I don't want to lose you."

Author's Note

Well this chapter left me in quite a predicament while I wrote this.
Rule #1: the Doctor lies (Yes I like Doctor Who. I made that pretty clear to everyone). Now what that has to do with this, I lied. There will be a seventh chapter, AND THEN the epilogue. This isn't the end of it