Zushakon's avatar allows himself to take a deep sigh as he walks through the town, beginning to feel annoyed by all the creatures around him and their low whispers they were making. He suppose though that may be his fault, as a single...rather tall, figure would be one to gain much attention. Did not help with his choice of color as it seemed that no one here has really heard of the word 'black' in years.

If he remembered right, Human were much the same when it came to something like this. Zushakon just held his head low, hopping that none of them would be brave enough...or stupid enough to confront him about his appearance, he will just ignore them until he could find some place more...isolated.

He may be a Great Old One, but Zushakon was never one with for...seeking attention, always preferring to be alone in solitary even during the time of his kind being able to freely roam. Without really knowing where he was going, Zushakon stops in place and looks around himself. Seeing the many creatures around him that he suspected to be ponies.

Though it they seemed not that great of a race...they did some in various shapes, and colors, that was for sure, so at least he could be able to tell them apart. He also could see that some had the same features as the ones he noticed before with the ones by that cottage. The wings that some had, and that some didn't...along with addition feature...a horn.

Though they weren't as long nor sharp as his own...they did have them. Allowing Zushakon to become curious as why this is a thing. Could it be a difference of evolution? If so...just why would it differ in such a way? It could be possible that maybe the winged ones and horned ones are travelers here...or have had families that had traveled here long ago...this means that this species isn't that old though. Could it be- He didn't get to finished his thought as suddenly he feels a object hit the top of his head.

Feeling the object slide along to fall off his head, Zushakon looks and finds...a bag, with what seems to be folded pieces of paper within in...letters if he remembered what they were called. Seeing as they seemed to have the same kind of text on the front that human's would use. He could hear the air behind him breaking apart, as if something else was coming for him.

Thinking it was another bag of mail, Zushakon raises one of his wings from his robe. The wing itself was...rather large...probably as big as the creatures here in mere size..was was enough to stop the object as it fell...or rather flew right into it. Surprising Zushakon as he hears a feminine sounding voice.

Folding his wing back within his robe, he finds...a winged one of these creature, rubbing her head. Her mane being very light blonde and with a gray coat....with strangely of all a feature that instantly made her stand out to Great Old One, compared to the other creatures around him. It was her eyes and how crossed they were. "I'm sorry Mister!" She says, speaking with a...bubbly kind of voice as she moves to pick up the bag and the letters that fell from it. "I was just flying and the thing slipped from me, I'm super sorr-" She tries to say, with Zushakon raising a hoof up to her.

"Think nothing of it. I apologize for striking you...we both made mistakes here...no harm was done cause of it...and both of us can just pretend this didn't happened." He tells her, as he waves his hoof to a side slightly...before he begins to walk passed her. Making the creature look at him in confuse...till suddenly she feels something...weird with her eyes.

The weird feeling grew...enough for her to hold her hoofs to her eyes and groan. Thinking something happened to them...she panics slightly, and leaves the bag she was supposed to pick up to go to a nearby conveniently placed mirror that was placed outside a shop and gets the shock of her life...as she finally sees herself....staring directly back at her with both eyes.

As she quickly leaves the shop to look for the being that fixed her...she doesn't find him, as he's nowhere in sight. She didn't have long to search for him as her boss yells at her from above the clouds. Gather the letters and bag she seemed unbelievably happy to fly back up in the air. Heading off to continue her work most likely.

What she didn't see was that off down the side of the road, standing in the shade of a nearby building, The Great Old One that 'fixed' her watched as she flew by. Why did you do that? He thinks to himself for a moment as he begins to continue walking. Then again do you ever need a reason? I suppose not....I can almost hear Father's reaction to that. Probably would get disgusted by having such a low creature near him....uncle would probably just eat her.

The thought of family, gave the Avatar of the Great Old One a small smile that could barely be seen under his hood. He was so distracted by his thoughts that he did not notice the sign in front of him, causing him to bump into it. On said sign was a...pastry that he remembered human's would make. Moving aside of the sign, he walks to what seem to be the front of the building.

Zushakon holds a hoof to his chin for a moment. He did not have a plan at all, and he was in need of information about this world. He might need a place like a library. That well at least help him with a lot of questions for himself. That seemed like the best and simplest course of action right now.

But then again...that may be a bit hard for him as many of these buildings look similar. The town seemed to share a basic color scheme, with many buildings taking normal shapes for homes as well as using the same materials as humans had long ago, making it a bit hard to tell them apart for him...however the building in-front of him didn't seem to have that problem.

I don't suppose this wouldn't be a Library? Zushakon thinks as he takes a glance to its windows. Seeing that the inside for the bottom floor was of a shop...or rather a bakery of sorts. A small groan could be heard from the avatar as Zushakon places his hoof down, taking another look around him, and not really seeing another building that stood out as much as this one.

With much little choice in the manner, and with wanting to leave the attention of the many creatures that still was surrounding him, Zushakon walks up to the door of the building, and enters inside.

As soon as he steps in, Zushakon was met with two of the same creatures that were outside. One blue and round-like with curvy hair, the other being yellow and skinny, with orange hair. Both showing to not have any wings, nor horns, much like the orange creature he saw as well as some outside.

Almost instantly, the two creatures notice him as soon as he stepped in. Both of them giving him looks of fear as they were both staring at him.

Ignoring the stares from them, Zushakon steps up to yellow creature. Who looked to have been cleaning the small table there before he stepped in. "...Hello." Zushakon says, as casually as he could. Lighting his voice to make himself not as threatening to other creature....though him standing a good few feet taller than the other creature probably didn't help...didn't help his horn was nearly touching the ceiling from under his hood.

The yellow creature gives a glance to the other one, that was standing behind the counter. Both could be seen easily frighten by him, with the yellow one looking to have sweat move down his brow. "Well...hello to you too stranger...you new in town?" The yellow one starts, sounding male.

Zushakon gives a nod, under his hood before he turns to look around the shop. "Correct...I have just arrived here. And I am seeking for...knowledge of where I am." He said replied to the yellow creature with a low tone of voice, looking to the display case they had...seeing the idea of the shop Zushakon then spoke up. "...I'm sorry...I come into your shop without being a customer. May I have a treat? What type doesn't concern me...whatever it is, I will take it." He says as he moves to the table...pushing aside the one of the chairs so he could just seat on the floor instead.

This had seemed to work as the yellow creature became less-tense. "Oh well...alright than. How about a piece of cake? Right honey?" He says to the other creature as he grabs at the rag he was using to clean the table, holding it with his mouth as he moves to place it on the counter. The other creature had already gotten a tray out with a small piece of some kind of food on it, and handed to him...which he place on the table for Zushakon. "Here you go. On the house, take it as your welcome to Ponyville, Stranger. Not as fancy as Pinkie's party's...but you don't seem the type for that kind of stuff. My names Carrot Cake, and this here's my wife Cup cake" The Yellow creature, or rather...Carrot Cake, says before gesturing to the blue one, the one supposedly called Cup cake, who gave a smile and small wave of her hoof.

Seeing the wave, Zushakon raises one of his own hoofs from his robe and gives an awkward wave of his own. "I'm...a little sorry for the stares. It's just that you kind of-" Carrot Cake tries to speak, looking to be embarrassed a little. However before he could finished Zushakon holds a hoof up to him.

Seeming to be the universal 'stop' motion. "Do not apologize. I have been on the receiving end of these stares for as long as I've been here. And I highly doubt that if I were anywhere else it would be so different." He says as he moves his hoof to take off his hood, revealing the stoic face he had under it.

"My...what a big horn you got." Carrot Cake said as he his wife both looked to horn on Zushakon, as he moved down to take a small nibble on the cake. Though he was assured that it must have had 'some' taste to it, the food was nothing but ash in the Avatar's mouth. It was something very common that came with eating for him. Not like he even had any taste buds to speak of for this body. "I would think so...is this uncommon for here?" He says, as he holds a hoof up to to his horn....not noticing that when he raised it...it showed his wings that were folded on his sides.

This seemed to really shock the two Cakes as they both shouted. "You're an Alicorn?!" The sudden shout was enough to make Zushakon raised a brow slightly. "Alicorn you say? May I ask what is that?" He ask, before moving to take another bite of the cake...knowing it would be rude of him to ignore the offering.

His question seemed to shock the Cakes more. "Y-you don't know what an Alicorn is? How could you forget you're a part of Royalty?!" Carrot Cake ask, as his wife moved out from behind the counter to her husband's side. "Wait...Carrot...don't upset him!" She whispers to her husband, before she moves to bow to Zushakon. "H-He's sorry your maj-"" "Stop."

Zushakon interrupts her before she could finish. His tone instantly changing to that of...something more monstrous, with his voice deepening and sounding more like a gurgle then speech. This completely terrified the two...as they both look to Zushakon...who was staring down at them both with an emotionless glare. "...Do not treat me as anything better then you. I despise mongrel behavior, and being treated as a better for little to no reason...I simply wish to be treated as you would your fellow peer." He tells them before he looks back to the half-finished cake in front of him.

"...Thank you for the Cake. Now since that is done...I wanted to-" Before he could finished, suddenly the sounds of crying could be heard.

Mostly that of two infants. Almost in an instant, Zushakon looks to the stairway where the noise came from, his avatar's eyes widening as they flash a deep red for a moment. Before he moves...he holds himself back...as he sees Cup Cake pass him and up the stairway, a look of worry on her face...the universal one that any mother would give.

"Oh no...not again." Carrot Cake mutters, seeming to lost his fear of the Great Old One as his wife moves up stairs. "I'm sorry, can you wait here for a second." He tells Zushakon as he rushes up stairs after his wife. Seeing the same look of worry on his face as the other creature, Zushakon did not need to think twice as he followed them.

Walking up the steps, he was meet with a small hallway, with three doorways. Looking into the one with the open door, he sees both the Cakes, as they were trying to calm down two very small creatures, that looked like them. Obviously their children from what it appears, as the room held a crib, and some things fit for Children that he remembered humans would have for their own.

"Excuse me." Zushakon spoke as he entered the room, startling the two at his sudden appearance. "Is there something wrong?" Zushakon asked as he walks up to Cup Cake, looking to the goldish gray colored creature in her arms. Mrs. Cake looks to him for a moment, before looking back to the small creature in her arm. "It's nothing you need to wor-" She tries to tell him...before suddenly he looked to just appeared in front of her...staring her down with her menacing red and gray-ish eyes.

"Do not...tell what to do." He warns in a calm tone, before he leans closer to the infant. Noticing the two small wings on his back. "...I will ask again, is there something wrong?" He says, this time looking to the Mr. Cake, who was holding a different infant...this one light yellow, with a horn on its head.

...much like the one he had, expect much smaller and less pointy then even the ones outside. "Your children seem upset." Zushakon says as he sees the two infants were shaking...looking to be shivering from fear. "Our...foals have just been having nightmares, Mister...it's nothing to worry about." Mr. Cake tells him, as he rocks his daughter...watching as she seemed closed to crying again.

Zushakon looks from the children, back to the parents faces...as they both looked to be in deep concern. Not even knowing the reason why he would do such a thing, Zushakon simply raises a hoof up slightly and whispers something in a language, that only...certain kinds of creatures would could understand. Before the parents could question it...they were met with the sounds of small snores...as they both look down to their children...who was peacefully sleeping in their arms.

As they both look back to Zushakon in shock, the Great Old One just turns and begins to leave the room hiding the baffled look he held by raising his hood back up to cover his face and horn. As he makes it to the floor moving towards the door out...he was stopped as he hears the sound of someone following him. Giving a small breathe, Zushakon turns around to Mr. Cake, who was standing behind him. "E-Excuse me...w-was that you?" He asked, as he looked to the Great Old One with amazement.

Giving a roll of his eyes under the hood, Zushakon says. "It was not much. I simply place them in a dreamless sleep. Think of it as payment for what you've done for me...have they had this problem for long?" Mr. Cake looks off to the side at this, moving a hoof up to grab at his hat and hold it to his chest. "They've been having nightmares for weeks....thank you so much...Mister...um..." Mr. Cake tries to say, before getting stump on the name, for the one that helped his children.

Looking to the father for a moment in silence, who was awkwardly staring back...Zushakon gives a nod and tells him."...You may call me Zushakon." He says, watching as Mr. Cake gave him a smile. "Then Mr. Zushakon...thank you very much for what you did. If there is anything I can help you with, feel free to ask."

Remembering what he originally thought of, Zushakon asked. "I came here seeking a 'Library'. Or perhaps any another place containing collections of information. Preferably without it being hard to get into please. Do you know of one that is nearby?" Mr. Cake seemed puzzled a first with the wording of the question...before telling him. "Well...a Library is not that far from here. I'll happily tell you where it is."

A small smile shows on Zushakon's face at this.

Twilight takes a deep breath to calm herself down, pushing herself back up to a seating up position. "So you finally calm down?" Spike ask as he brings Twilight some tea. Placing it on the table, next to the book, Spike could see Twilight was in the middle of...some kind of panic attack. She was sweating again, and was blinking her eyes a bit too much....speaking of her eyes...they seemed...weird...with her pupils looking to be completely black.

"Twi?" He calls out to her, as he place a claw on her back...this seemed to snap her out of it, as suddenly widen her eyes in realization. "W-what?! Spike?" She calls out, before holding a hoof to the side of her head. Hers turning back to normal as she looked to him. "Hey, welcome back to Ponyville." The little dragon jokes, as he takes his claw from her. Though kept a look of concern on his face. "Are you okay, Twilight? You were...kinda out of it for a bit...and not like usual when it comes to new book." Spike says as he sees Twilight move her hoof to her face and try to catch her breath.

"I...I'm not sure Spike." She tells him as she gets up to her hoofs, and begins to walk to her the kitchen. Most likely to get herself a drink of water, as she felt her throat become...so dry. She didn't made it through...as suddenly Twilight felt...her limbs become limp. She falls to her side, on the floor.

Spike was quick to rush to her. "Oh jeez, Twilight are you okay?!" He shouts as he rushes to her face....seeing her having a dull look in her eyes, as if her brain just turned off by itself. Before he could attempt to help her, suddenly Twilight moves back up to her hoofs. "Ugh...sorry Spike...I don't...I don't feel that good right now." She says, before moving a forearm up to wipe her sweat from her face.

"Is there anything I can do to help? Make you soup? O-or get you a doctor?!" He asked, as he notices that...Twilight looked to just be barely standing up, her legs looking like they were ready to fall over any second.

Twilight looks down to her number one assistant and sees the look of concern he had. "It's okay Spike...I'm just a little light headed is all. But if you really want to help me, then I just need for you to do...one thing." Spike seemed to be still worried, but nod his head anyway. "Well...alright Twi...what do you need?" He ask, with Twilight telling him.

"Get me a feather and some paper. And some food please...I don't know why, but I'm really hungry for some reason." She says as she walks to a nearby desk. Moving aside the friendship report she was gonna send to Celestia...right to a nearby trashcan. Almost as soon as she had, Spike came rushing to her with Paper and feather in his hands, as well as a small plate of apple slices. "Here you go Twilight, Anything else you need?" Spike asked as he places all the items on the table. Looking up to Twilight, like a solider wanting for his next order.

Twilight though just shakes her head. "No...not for now...just...let me write something. For Celestia...why don't you check on Rarity. " She says as she grabs the feather with her magic, dipping it in some nearby ink bottle.

'Dear Princess Celestia

I'm sorry for this not being a friendship report and if this might seem a bit rude, but I need you to come to ponyville, as soon as possible. I'm very-VERY sorry if that sounded out of line, but this is important! Bring Luna if you can, but please do not bring any guards with you. This is a very serious problem, don't even don't tell my brother or Cadence, It's not that I don't believe in the guards it's just that'

For a moment Twilight stopped writing, as she looks at what she wrote down. Something inside her felt wrong...it was...strange...A feeling of dull...and euphoria, at the same time. Like her body was moving on it's own...so much so, that she didn't even realize the apple slice that was in front of her mouth till she had already started to eat it. She then continues.

They will not be of any help, and will probably will get in the way of what's to come. I really don't know how to put this, in any simple way...but...it is bad.

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For a moment Twilight stops as she realizes what she was doing. "Ugh...I...I really am out of it." Twilight mutters, as she takes another apple slice and eats it. Dipping her feather back into ink, Twilight continued to write, underneath her repeating phrasing.

You need to get here, bring Luna if you can, and please hurry. This is bad, Celestia. Worst than Nightmaremoon, or Discord, or Queen Chrysalis, or even all of them put together. There are things that I can't being to describe to you through a letter. Please come, before all of Equestria will go mad and die. Before the monster comes and drives us to the worst ends of insanity.

Your faithfully student, Twilight Sparkle.'

The magic leaving her horn as Twilight finishes writing the letter. As she goes to roll it up...Twilight stopped herself as she realized...It was a mess. Her hoof writing seemed...wrong. And her sentences weren't even a straight line, going along the curve like some kind of...circle.
But...Twilight stops those thoughts of it as she picks the letter up. She needed to Princess Celestia and Luna to see this, and honestly...maybe they'll come faster if they see it like this.

"Spike can you please send this." Twilight says as she grabs at the letter with her magic and hands it to her assistant. Who was standing right next to her, with a look that seemed to be a mix of confusion and concern. "Ssss-sure Twilight...Um...Maybe you should, I don't know...sit down and relax." Spike said as he gently holds....the plate in his hand, looking to all the writing that was on it...as well as apple slices he gave her...which were all thrown to the floor. He then looks back up to Twilight to see she had a bit of paper sticking from her mouth...the one she was supposed to write on.

Giving her a...'weird look' would be the polite phrase....the truth wouldn't be.

"I'm fine Spike." Twilight tried to say but Spike just holds up the plate to her and replies. "You sure about?" Twilight looks at the plate...and sees it was entirely covered by ink on the front with what she was suppose to have written on the paper. "...um...Spike, why are my words on a plate?" She ask, with Spike nearly dropping it from shock. "...you were writing on it! You also ate the paper...so about that resting idea?" He asked as he moves to place the plate back on the table.

Twilight looks to the plate, and gives a low sigh. "I...I think your right..." She mutters a little as she grabs another piece of paper and begins to write what was on the...plate, but a more...normal way. She held a confuse look on her face as she wrote, finishing up and rolling it for her assistant. "Please don't tell me I wrote it on the desk this time." She says, more to herself then to Spike as he grabbed the letter.

"Don't worry, your fine." He says as he breathes his green flames at the paper, sending it off to Celestia.

Giving another sigh, Twilight begins to walk back to the table with the Necronomicon. Her eyes catching a reflection at a nearby mirror on the wall...as she saw herself looking not well, to say the least. Her hair seemed very un-kept and she had a bit of blood on her fur, most likely from hugging Rarity. What stood out the most though was with one of her eyes.

Stepping closer to the mirror, Twilight was complete taken aback as...for a moment she thought she had witness something in her own eye. Squirming just underneath the pupil, like a small worm. She raises one of her hoofs over her eye in horror, about to give a shout...till suddenly she looks again...and doesn't see it any more.

As if it just...swam away...to hide deeper within her body.

Feeling a small chill in her body at that thought, Twilight holds a hoof to her head and mutters to herself. "W-well...I think I'm just about down with today." She then continues to walk to the table with the necronomicon, seating on the floor as she starts to continue staring at the book again. "You should take a shower after Rarity is done, it'll help you relax. Plus all that tomato juice on you make you look like some psychopath." Spike said before he gives a burp and a scroll comes from his mouth landing perfectly in his hand. "Well that was quick." He mutters while handing it to her.

"Yep...tomato juice...haha, right." She mutters before opening the letter and beginning to read.

'Dear Twilight.

I don't understand. You seem panicked. I'm sure it's nothing you and your-'

Twilight doesn't even need to think twice as she crumples the paper between her hoofs and shoots out pure magic from her horn, completely destroying the letter without a second thought. Surprising the scales off of Spike in doing so. Before he could ask why she, of all ponies would do such a thing, Twilight shouts to him. "Spike, I need another paper!" Anger and frustration the only things that could be seen in her eyes right now, so Spike does as he is asked, quickly handing her another paper, to which Twilight aggressively writes on.

Looking at the paper, he could see what she was writing down.

'Listen Celestia, one of my friends came to me covered in blood and dirt after nearly getting assaulted by a nearly dead diamond dog! A nearly died diamond dog, who had confused to her that killed his friends and family with a smile on his face! And I have proof that he wasn't just some lunatic, no offence to Luna, as I know that he went mad after seeing a monster, one of which has never been discovered in equestria before, and is still out there doing who knows what! So get off your backside for once, and help out!'

Spike had to re-read the whole thing again in shock. "W-what!? B-Blood?! A monster!?" He tries to say in shock, but couldn't think much of it as Twilight rolls the letter up and shoves it to his face. "Spike...send it." She says looking ready to blow a hole in something.

Not wanting it to be him, Spike takes the scroll from her hoof. Seeing her turn to look at the book again, grinding her teeth together from sheer rage at this point. Taking a small gulp, Spike tries to ask her what was happening. "Um Twilight,...I know your very angry right now but can-" "SPIKE JUST SEND THE BUCKING LETTER!!!" Twilight shouted, interrupting Spike, as she stomps her hoof to the table right next to him Causing the baby dragon to step back from her in shock.

Quickly realizing what she did, Twilight eyes widen in horror. "Oh my goodness...S-Spike...I'm...I'm sorry Spike...I...I just And..." Twilight stops as she looks back to the book again...before giving a long sigh. "I'm sorry Spike. I can't just let this wait...We need to stop it now." She tells him...as if trying to sound as vague as possible.

"Stop what?" Spike asked, completely confused as all he saw on the letter came back to him. "Are you talking about that monster?"

Twilight just gives another sigh, all her anger now gone and just...looking sad right now. "Spike...please just promise me something...The princess is gonna come...both of them maybe, I don't know when exactly but they are gonna come and...and..." Twilight tells him as she looks right in his eyes. She had a look in her eyes, that just seemed to scream 'stop asking questions, please'.

"I'm gonna go with the Princess to...somewhere dangerous. And...I'm worried." She tells him, seeing the look of concern he had made her feel guilty at what she was saying but...something inside her just seemed to think this would be for the best. Twilight then pulls Spike close to her, in a gentle hug. "Listen I know this sounds weird...but when I leave, I want you to...hide in the basement. Just...hide there as long as you can." Twilight says, tightening her hug on the small dragon. "This is maybe worst than Discord, or anyone else we had to deal with. And I don't want you to get hurt...I love you too much for that."

Twilight finishes with tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Twilight...I...I don't understand." Spike said, as he pulls away from her. Looking both confused and scared by her words. "You need to tell me something."

But the unicorn just gives him a shake of her head. "Spike...if this turns out to be a flop...and It was nothing at all. I'll tell you...okay? Just...just please send that." Twilight says slowly wiping tears from her face, referring to the letter Spike still had in his claws.

Giving a look to it...and a look back to his surrogate big sister...Spike gives a nod, before taking a breath and shooting fire on the letter, sending it to Celestia for her to come to them.

Zushakon takes a look around himself looking to every building around him for a library, the directions that Carrot Cake had told him fresh in his mind. So, I should need to look for a tr- "Girls look out!!!" A shout was heard interrupting Zushakon's thoughts before he felt a impact to his side. It was rather small one though, just barely being more then when the mail bag had hit him earlier that day. If anything, it was maybe a bit more annoying as it knock aside a bit of his cloak, showing his flack and back leg to the ones that hit him.

And what had hit him... none other than three very small 'ponies' as they were all riding on what looked to be a small cycle of some kind with two wheels and a pole, tied to a wagon. Zushakon gives a noticeable eye twitch as he looks down at them. All of the 'ponies' looked older the the ones he saw at the sweets shop, yet not as old as the ones on the street. It was easy to tell that these were the child for this race...something Zushakon didn't want to deal with...as he have had a bad record with children before.

"Is everypony okay?" The orange colored one with small wings said as she takes the helmet she was wearing off, showing her purple hair that was underneath it. The other two gave a groan, the one with Light gray fur and...pink and purple mixed hair was rubbing her head, pushing aside said ridiculous hair to allow Zushakon to see her horn. The third one...looked the worst though, not appearance wise...but in health wise.

Her fur was a pale yellow, and had red hair with a big pink bow...no horn or wings in sight with this one. But he could see something else with her. She was tired...very tired. Much like how Humans would be without sleep, there were bags underneath this one's eyes. As she was on the ground not even trying to pick herself up.

Just as soon as they regain their bearings, they all looked to Zushakon. All of which seemed to look up to him in shock...before it changed to something else...as their eyes widening and ears flopping down, a frighten look came to them. "...oh...samhill of all ponies to hit...we hit the tall dark and scary one." The yellow one with a bow muttered, fearfully as all three of them grouped together. "Scootaloo, if we die, I'm gonna kill you!" The light gray one spoke as she gripped onto the orange one. "It's not my fault!" The orange quickly shouted back, with the yellow one replying back. "Okay, tell him that."

Almost as soon as they were afraid of him...they began to biker with one another...all while looking at him with fear in their eyes. The Great Old One could almost say he was impressed by it. His eyes then wander around him, looking to see if the children's parents were near...however all around him, he just saw some of the creatures either looking at them, like some show...or just ignoring them all together.

This makes the Old One give a sigh, as he looks back to the children in front of him, noticing how quickly they became silent as he gave them an annoyed look. Zushakon then remembers back with the cakes and how they seemed to become less panicked when he took his cloak off, thinking it was the best way to do it...Zushakon thought to himself. Well seeing as how they think of me as some kind of Alicorn, I do not really need to hide myself...at least for now.

With that thought Zushakon takes the hood off his head. Allowing the three to see his face, and long white hair. "Calm yourself...You...have nothing to fear from me." Zushakon says as he tries to the best of his abilities to sound even less threatening then before the Cakes.

"We're sorry Mister...R-really we are!" The gray one said, as she let go of her orange friend. Stepping up to the Great Old One, while keeping herself low. "We're just trying to get our cutie marks." She tells him...changing the look that the Black Stallion had from annoyed...to confused.

Wait...a what mark? He asked himself within his own head, as he just continues to look down at the three. "My apologize...please repeat that once more. You spoke of a some kind of mark?" Zushakon said as he raised an eyebrow in confusion. He never even heard the phrase from the humans, nor his family. So he was slightly curious.

"Uh...a Cutie mark Mister, the one that tells you what your best at...the one that you get in life that tells you your special talent." The orange one said walking along side her friend, only to have the to be given Zushakon confused look as well as she tried in vain to tell him.

'Cutie mark'...This is getting ridiculous. He thinks as he tilts his head a little. Letting the word go through his head as if to look for some hidden meaning behind it. He did have much to think on, as suddenly he hears the yellow one say. "Girls, he doesn't have one!" In complete shock as she had managed to push herself up and see Zushakon's revealed flack.

The other two turn their sights to what their friend saw and gave a grasp each. Zushakon looks to his flank, seeing it blank, and asks. "Is there supposed to be one?" He was genuine with his Question, now wondering if there was something truly wrong with his avatar now. Aside from it also being forced in this form, missing details that seemed important was another thing to worry over. It was then he remember that all the ponies that he'd seen had some mark on their flanks, though to be honest he just thought that was a way for them to tell each other apart.

Zushakon looks back to the children and says. "Is it truly important for such a thing? What relevance does a 'mark' place on ones rear end mean for it? Is it someway of social class dictation? A means of telling ones fate? How one's life will be eradicated?" Zushakon says as he grew curious, which grew as he notice none of the little ones had it either.

"Um...no? They're to tell you your special talent." The gray one replies, giving a confused look. "But you know that right?" The others held that same look which grew as they saw him shake his head.

"It seems that I don't...but I am curious of this mark." Zushakon said as he sat down on the ground and tilted his head again. "Aside from this 'talent'...is there more to it?"

The orange one shook her head. "No....but there doesn't need to be. A cutie mark tells you what your best at AND what you're gonna do for the rest of your life...everypony gets one." Zushakon gives a small hum at that answer. "But none of you have them." He says see how almost instantly they all looked...sadden by his words.

"Well yeah...but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to get them." The orange one tells him, looking off the side slightly. Her friends following her example as they didn't seem to want to look directly at the tall black Alicorn anymore. "Everypony tells us that it'll come to us, when we're ready but we want them now!" The Gray one spoke, making Zushakon give a small scuff. "If that is so, then what is the purpose of the rush?" The looks on their faces grew...to look more sadden. "...then again...I suppose I was the same when I was your age."

The small ponies looked up to him in shock at this, making him the one that has to look away. The bright eyes the had...so full of life, and light. Very much unlike the 'God of Death', own pair of eyes. Children were always too easy for him to read...always showing much more emotion then many adults. Making them much more...defenseless..enough for those that had gotten their trust to trick them. It would end with many children hurt...something he learn from many years of seeing all around him from the darkness of this world.

"Were you really?" The Orange one ask, and without even knowing it...Zushakon gives her a cold responds. "No. I was simply lying to you in some poor attempt of making you three feel better about yourselves." As he spoke he kept his eyes on the floor. Memories of old experiences crawling through the Great Old One's mind. His annoyance was easy to see, even from his avatar.

The little ones each gave...somehow an even sadder look at his sudden harshness. Even without wanting too, Zushakon could feel it. "Sorry." One of them says, was the nail that seemed to stab within the Great Old One's mind. Such a little voice apologizing to those greater than them, it being laced with fear. The Old couldn't stop himself from continuing to speak.

"...I apologize as well." Zushakon says back, lowering himself so that he head was at equal level with the three children. "I do not have the capacity for speaking terms when it comes to children. I...do not take your feelings, or much of your upbringing into account. Prefer infants if I am honest. Easier to understand, harder to upset as they barely know fear or sorrow. Aside from the noise." He tells them, while giving all of them a deadpan look.

As the three started to give him a strange look, Zushakon had stood himself back up to full height. "Seeing as I am grown...Here is the advise I can give for the matter. Patience. My family mastered it for a long time. You are fortunate that it was me you hit instead of something less...'merciful'." With that, the Great Old one begins to trot away from the young ones.

Ignoring the shocked look one of them had on...as she noticed a wing by his exposed leg.

It was then that the yellow one came running in front of the great old one. "WAIT!!!" She shouted. "A-are you a A-alicorn!?" She says with completely widen eyes, obvious seeming to forget what little sorrow she had moments ago about her mark. Turning to look at himself, Zushakon noticed the exposed part of robe, seeing the wing that had poked out for nearly anyone to see.

Quickly remembering how the cakes had first reacted to it, Zushakon seats himself on the ground and moves to cover his leg and wing. "No."He lies, as he begins to see the large flaws this form had now. With him being this 'Alicorn' creature, and lack of the mark these creatures all seem to have...Zushakon was now starting to worry he might gain more attention then he would like.

"But I total saw your wings?" She said as the other two joined their friend. "Really an Alicorn!?" "Yeah I saw it under his robe for just a second, but it's there." "No way, maybe that's why he wearing the robe!" "You think he's on a secret-" Zushakon begins to drown out there chatter. This is NOT at all what he wanted, especially with them. His choices would be to lie, or to allow them to know.

But, the choice to lie is not a smart one, as some children are very 'intrusive' when it comes to finding something out. And given his form, all it would take is for them to look under his robe to see the truth. From then on, they could then start screaming at the top of their lungs about it. Something that will bite him as he is noticing that more of these ponies were starting to notice him with the children.

Zushakon's eye gives a twitch as he glares down at all of them. "...congrats. You found out. But I hope that all of you have the knowledge to understand why I must remain hidden." He tells them, interrupting their own conversation...as they were starting to speculating about him and his reasons for being here. "What do you mean?" The Gray one spoke, with Zushakon lowering himself down again to speak more quietly to them. "I...am...a prince. I am here...looking for my family." He says, trying to come up with some kind of explanation....although, it was slightly mixed with the truth. It has been a long time since he saw his family, and...although he would never say it out loud...mentioning them did strike a nerve within him.

"Did something happen to them?" The orange one spoke, as Zushakon starts to grind his hoof into the dirt. Remembering where he was headed before getting side track by these ponies. "I am honestly unsure of what harm may have befallen them, I am hoping to find something that may help me within this town's library." Zushakon says as he uses the tip of his hoof to draw something. "My father had a sign, one that he would keep well hidden within tombs or rather books I should say." Zushakon says as he stops and pulls his hoof away revealing to the little ponies the sign on the ground.

"It......looks weird." One of them said, but Zushakon pays them no mind as he just stared at the sign. It may have just been nostalgia...or be the fact that he realize this was the only thing he had of his father....since the last time he seen him. A simple memory of a sign of his coming. One that would be a beacon of death and madness. One of the many signs of the end.

Zushakon shakes his head to rid that thought before looking back to the girls. "I simply need to find it, so that I have some kind of clue my family is safe. My father is one to be VERY thorough when it comes to these things. He would place his sign hidden within billions and billions of books. I have a very high chance of find one within this town's library. So...I must be going." Zushakon says before he begins to leave, moving past them and hopefully giving them enough information so that they would leave him alone.

"Oh we know where that is. We can take you there." He hears one of them say with a happy tone, making the Great Old One freeze mid-step. A small part of him saying within his mind. You know they are simply gonna follow you anyway right? You should know how children can get about something, especially when they are curious enough. Giving what sounds to be a mix of a very low growl and a groan, Zushakon turns to the children as he pulls up his hood over his head. Giving the three an annoyed look as he says. "...follow if you wish."

Twilight gives a sigh as she packs up her saddle. She just finished with everything she needed. "Twilight are you sure of this?" She hears Spike said as he came back from the basement, after taking some food down just in case. Twilight gives a glance to him before giving a sigh and looking back to the Necronomicon that was still on the table.

A small feeling came within her that seem to said the book may have more information, and it could be of great help...if she only read it some more. That there was a secret behind it, that could help her destroy the Great Old One, or at least put him back to sleep. Twilight quickly shut this thoughts down. The book was a last resort for her...it was...not something she wanted to dive into. And from what she had seen, what she read of the warnings that were there. It was her best choice so far.

Twilight then hears the sound of a familiar of a teleporting spell behind her and turns around, finding both both the Princesses standing behind her with each giving a worried look on their face. "Twilight, I'm sorry for the wait. Is Rarity alright!? Are YOU alright!?" Celestia said a she rushed to Twilight, seeing the bit of blood that was on her.

"Wait...is Rarity okay?! You said she was actually covered in blood?!" Spike said as he rushes pass Celestia to hold onto Twilight. Twilight quickly gives him a glance and said. "She's fine Spike, just still in the bath. Um... why don't you go up stairs and...help Rarity with her hair." She tells him, seeing as his face turns from worried to excitement as he quickly says. "Can do!" And moves up the stairs faster then Pinkie on a sugar rush, placing a small smile on the unicorn's face before she looks back to the princesses.

"First...I'm sorry about the letter, and what I wrote on it...I'm just under a lot of stress and...I-I don't know how long we have, but we need to get a move on. Rarity is fine, thankfully nothing happened to her.... I can't say the same for the diamond dog she found." Twilight said as she looked down.

Celestia holds Twilight's head up, giving a look of understanding. "It's fine Twilight. We both understand." Luna walks up to her sister, giving much of the same look. "If what you said in the letter is true....then we all must investigate it. But still I wonder; why is it that you told of us not to bring our guards for assistance?" She ask, looking confuse about Twilight's request at the first letter.

Twilight nods her head at that and said. "I'll explain on the way, we have no time to lose." With that she quickly places the Necronomicon in her saddle as she walks closer to the two Princesses.

As Twilight horn glows, with it using a teleport spell, she notices from the corner of her eye outside the window a pure black Stallion unicorn with a long horn and cloak. Followed by the Cutie Mark Crusaders as he seemed to be heavily annoyed by them as they were telling him something.

She quickly rids him from her thoughts as she transports herself and the others in a bright flash.

...I will not murder these children...I will not murder these children...I will not murder these children..... Zushakon chants in his mind as the girls kept talking and talking more and more as he was nearing a large tree, that seemed hollowed out to create this town's library.

Zushakon would probably say that he was glad things were starting to look up for himself...were it not for the three small 'Fillies' that had followed him. It wouldn't be so bad if only they would stop with their speaking. At all.

"And that's the story and how Applebloom, Sweetie, and I learn that we must never ask what ponies do when-" The one name Scootaloo stopped as she realize they were right outside the Library. "Oh...looks like we're here."

Oh thank Azathoth. Zushakon spoke in his mind, as he was beginning to understand why many humans seemed to enjoy holding their firearms to their own heads so much. Though as he did he and the girls entered through the front door, they weren't met with anyone as the place seemed empty. "....Hello?" He asked to see if anyone was inside, but did not gain an answer.

"Oh...I don't think Twilight is in right now." The one named Applebloom said as she looked around. "Oh we can just wait for her...AND TELL ZUSHAKON MORE STORIES!!!" A very deep breath was taken by the Great Old One's avatar, as he moves to seat on the floor. His eyes fully widen as he kept his head down, allowing the children not to see his face as he continues his chanting.

...I will not murder these children...I will not murder these children...I will not murder these children...I will not murder these children...

Author's Note

Well...hopped this was to everyone's liking. If you are doing the three chapter try, then I thank you for reading it. In doing so, how do you like it? Am I doing everything right? Are the characters.....'In- character' enough?
I thank you for reading this and hope for the best.
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