Beautiful Rainbows, Unicorns, and Rainbow Unicorns: The Daily Antics and Adventures of. . . Everyone

Darqlon absorbed the darkness surrounding him. Without a physical body, his power waned significantly over time. He needed to remedy this situation soon. He found solace in the complete darkness of the Royal Archives and regained some of his power. He carefully read through books and tomes that went back to the founding of Equestria and even to the time before. Books before the "Reign of the Two Sisters" were few and far between. Why? The Hearths Warming Eve story did not make any sense what-so-ever. Was Celestia trying to hide something? Did she censor history? All the questions that he had and all the books at his disposal only led him to more question, not any solid answers. Equestria is certainly not the peaceful utopia it seems.

"What are you doing?" Princess Celestia inquired behind him.

This did not surprise Darqlon. He felt her cast a spell moments before she spoke out. "Reading," he rasped. "Greetings to you. . . too, your Highness."

Celestia craned her neck around his black robed figure to see the "History of Equestria" book in his ghostly grasp. She smiled warmly at him, "Why are you in the dark reading?"

His red globes stared at her for a moment, "I am. . . shadow. . ."

"Does the light hurt you?"

"Light weakens me. . . in my current state. . . at the moment," he answered. "I may have to. . . retire into the. . . amulet I created. . . for Grey."

"Is there no way to make you. . . to give you a form like the others?" Celestia questioned.

"There is a way. . . I will need a. . . living vessel. . . I can make the. . . vessel my own," Darqlon answered.

"'Living vessel'? You mean to possess it?"

"No. . . I will make the flesh. . . my own." Darqlon returned the book on the stone pedestal and turned to face Celestia.

"That. . . concerns me," Celestia said after a moment of silence.

"I do not require. . . a physical body. I would just. . . prefer one. As I said earlier. . . I can rest. . . regain my strength. . . within the amulet."

"Would you like something to eat?" Celestia changed the subject, "You have been in here for quite a while."

"I draw my sustenance. . . from the darkness," Darqlon bowed, "Thank you. . . nevertheless. . . your Highness."

"I suppose I should get back to court," Celestia sighed.

"Lest the nobles. . . forget who is. . . in charge."

Princess Celestia smiled and teleported away.

"What are you hiding, Princess?" Darqlon thought as he picked up a book about Changelings. After reading the entire booktwicehe came to a startling conclusion: Pinkie Pie may in fact be. . . a changeling. Changelings feed on love. Friendship is a type of love. The more sources of love (friends) she has the less noticeable she will be. She would only need to drain minute amounts of love, hardly noticeable and easily recoverable. With plenty of food around, she would be extraordinarily powerful, which makes her sudden appearances, speed faster than Rainbow Dash, and foresight explainable.

There are two questions then: does she know and is she the real Pinkie. From Twilight's notes, she mentions that Pinkie Pie found a pool of water that could make duplicates of herself. Did all the clones return? And what the Hell is a rock farm? More and more questions began to pile up in his mind. Perhaps he should visit a certain Changeling Queen to compile data from.

Luna sighed contently as she felt Grey's finger circle around the base of her wings. He only did this when he wanted to ask her questions.

"Luna, what is your earliest memory?" Grey randomly questioned.

"What?" she tucked in her wings and rolled over to gaze into his golden eyes.

"What is your earliest memory?" he repeated with a grin.

"Why?"

Grey smiled at her evasiveness, "My earliest memory is seeing the outline of a glowing woman and her speaking to me. She said to me, 'Grey, I will always be with you and help you grow up to become a mighty man.' I later found out that woman to be the Goddess of Life, Solaria. My mother died when I was very young and I do not remember her. Solaria became like a foster mother to me and she accepted me as her own son." Grey chuckled, "I think that is another reason the Divines despised me: their own mother chose to give everything to some random pup."

"After a thousand years of seething rage and being mired in hatred, many of my happy memories have faded from my mind," Luna said dispondent.

"'Faded' or blocked?" Grey input.

"What do you mean? Blocked by whom?"

"Good question. Another one would be: why?" Grey ran his hand through her astral mane.