There weren't any questions, really.

On the carriage to Appaloosa, there was a silence. Moral looked out a window, with Trevor keeping an eye on them both. The unnamed mare was napping.

"Oh, hey, newbie!" Moral perked up.

"Ah- mn, what?" she woke up after Moral shook her a bit.

"We should give you a temporary name. I mean, calling you newbie is fun and all, but what about Trevor? He's too nice to call you by that name." Moral smiled.

The stallion snorted.

"Um, okay. If it'll pass time, fine." she stared at the other, younger mare.

"How about... hey, Trevor, what about it?" she stared at him, the older mare's eyes following.

"...Caramel." that was his only answer.

"Ooh, the great and mysterious Trevor rises for anonymousness!" Moral cooed, giggling. "I bet that was a first to hear his voice, eh?"

"I... guess it is, right? Is he always this quiet?" the now named Caramel asked.

Trevor eyed them both under his hood. "I'm right here. Even if you got amnesia, I thought you wouldn't forget your manners at least."

"Er, s-sorry, Trevor. I guess amnesia does that, huh?" Caramel tried to smile. She knew he was joking, but to be on the safe side...

Moral silently smiled. Over all these years with Trevor, the thing she knew most about was his coldness to strangers. However, Trevor seemed to have changed a bit. Sure, he was still wearing that hood, but he was definitely more open. Perhaps it was Caramel's 'simple' feeling from her, or something else.

Then, the carriage stopped.

"Oi! We're here!" Yelled the carriagepony.

As on cue, Moral, Trevor, and Caramel went out of the door, Trevor paying the pony. Afterwards, they trotted down from the station, and into Appaloosa. It was a dusty and busy town that was expected in a canyon area like this. However, the group had gone through Appaloosa, following a gravel road.

"Hey," Caramel started. "What do I do when we get there?"

"Oh, not much. They already know what to name you." Moral said, trotting up to a small cottage. "All you gotta do is walk on in!" she said before shoving a reluctant Caramel in through the door.

Moral closed the door behind them, and trotted to the middle of the place. Inside was a regular-looking living room, that seemed to be fitting for the little cottage."Pitch? I know your-" she yelled.

However, she couldn't finish.

By a loud tumble, and with a loud crash, came a zebra with thick hooves that ran and jumped onto Moral. After the puffs of dust cleared, Caramel and Trevor were left to witness a very awkward scene. (Giggles)

"Get off of me, Pitch!" Moral almost screamed, trying to rip the zebra off of her.

Noticing what had happened, the zebra blushed a bit before, as quickly as they got there, getting off her."Well, I really ams sorry, Coral! I- Whoses That!?" the zebra, Pitch, ran to Caramel. So quickly, in fact, Caramel could have swore she went faster than sound.
"Aren'tchathatponythat-" Trevor put a hoof to Pitch's mouth, sighing in the process.

"Don't. Please."

Pitch took a surprised glance toward him before nodding vigorously. "Mm hm!" Trevor lifted his hoof.

Moral got up and trotted up to them. "Lets hope we can live through this, Newbie. Anyway, This is Pitch, a zebra. Have you seen one before?" She asked before looking about the room.

Caramel tore her eyes away from Pitch and to Moral. "No, not that I really remember anything anyway."

Trevor broke into the conversation. "Well, Pitch? We got the new person, so we're ready."

Pitch smiled, and to answer his statement, she went toward a seemingly simple flower pot and tipped it. The table then began to- no, the ground underneath it rumbled and groaned until it revealed a squished spiral staircase that lead down. From what Caramel could tell, it seemed to go down quite deep.

"Down 'ere will lead ya down. Don't trip, though!" the Zebra smiled overexcitedly.

Everypony else took their own smile, and started to ascend the cramped stairs, trying to avoid the bugs that crawled from the dirt walls.

_-*-__-*-__-*-_

After what seemed an endless amount of dirty, broken steps, the little cracks ceased to exist on the rest of the stairs. They began to gain a shiny hue, While being made with a dark blue stone that were simply dazzling. Then, came a small, square room made with the same stone as the steps.

"Hello." A deep, calm voice rang out.

Trevor and Moral smiled, then bowed their heads. "Hello." They both repeated.

"This is the child?" the voice questioned.

"Yes."

"Then let us begin."

Moral and Trevor both took a few steps back, leaving Caramel to stare at the dark blue stone.

"Child." began the voice. "I shall be clear. You are destined for many things, great things. That gem-" Caramel looked to the stone on her necklace. "Is important. Never let it slip from your neck. It shall help you from the dangers you, and your friends, may face. Whatever you witness, I wish you safety." The voice took a breath.
"However, We are here for your name, Aren't we? Before we do, however, I must ask you something." the voice seemed kind, but had a small note of sternness in the last sentence.

Moral nodded cautiously.

"What, I ask, does that pendant do?" It was a simple question.

Caramel faltered. What does she do? Does she lie? No, that wouldn't be right. She knew something would wind up happening if she lied. "I... don't know."

The voice took to a small chuckle. "Ah, That was quite the right answer." His name took to a serious tone again.
"Now, your name..."

"Shall be Aria."

Caramel quieted. staring down onto the stone, she thought of how the name sounded, and finally spoke the words she wanted to speak.

"May I have a different name?"

Moral and Trevor almost visibly jumped back. What had she just said?

"I... you see, the name Aria is nice and all, but, the name my friends gave me..." she looked up, staring to the darkness, all traces of fear gone from her face. "Was Caramel. I wish to keep the name my friends gave me."

The voice was silent for a moment. Moral a Trevor, not knowing what to think, stood quite solid on the shiny, dark blue stone.

Then, came a happy, hearty laugh. It lasted not very long, but for enough time for Moral and Trevor to change their features from fear to confusion.

"Oh, child. Caramel, was it? Keep your wonderful name! It suits you quite well!" he chuckled. "Your an interesting one, Caramel. Keep your wits about you, For I fear your troubles shall be far greater than I can imagine. Go, to Canterlot and seek the Stealer for your future!" The voice, now silent, secretly smiled, both in proud sadness and pained happiness.

Caramel smiled, at the dark, invisible ceiling. She turned to Moral and Trevor, and said,

"Well? Let's go! Canter-whatsits, I believe?" She chuckled.

Author's Note

Please review, and thanks for reading!

So, so sorry for the LONG wait! I had a motivation dip that was only stopped by the ending of the fourth season! Anyway, I have honed my skills as a drawer of ponies, and you shall see a new cover soon! how soon? I don't know, a month if I remember?

Also, I have a challenge: have you found any typos in my story so far? If you have, please tell me in the comments! Whoever can point out the most will get a drawing of their choice!
Only ponies or humans! (I can do humans, not as well as ponies, though) I will post the picture on my blog here.

Finally, check out my brother's fanfic, Adventures of Mane 7!