<<< Reyna's Point of View>>>

The night howls a fine tune. A frightening tune. So melodic and lovely, I was getting swept up in it. It carried me afloat off my feet and burns my spirit in passion, to dance. To move. To express myself in the carnage, rising.

Sweeping a leg back against the meadow beneath.

'Zangetsu, lend me your strength!'

A wendigo sprints at me. Rage said clearly by its snarks and howls. Charging, in full force.

'My power is yours, you need only but ask.'

"Luna." Calling the girl's name.

Energy swelling up inside me. A nexus of green lights gathering to create something new. Something big. Something... this world is about to behold.

"Whatever you do, don't blink." Energy expanding out of me, in the shape of a white halo. It's light, drifting apart into two sets. Engulfing my physical form as the two rings expand in different directions, covering me. Feeling a sense of change in feel, I close my eyes and let the unusual sensation happen.

Opening them once more, the sheer sight of a wendigos' jaw opening up--at close range--to take a bite out of me. Pissfully, reminded me of someone.

'Fucking Sedri~ck!!'

Stepping in with my right foot. Clasping my hands overhead and power heading into a single point. Moving through me; around me. Taking shape and forming itself into a handle. My fingers clench tightly, of the energy materializing in their hold. While my eyes shoot fully awake, into the realm of night.

'...kill...'

In a single movement, with all my strength, I slashed downwards vertically. Slicing the air in two.

A blade so dazzling, long, and sharp. White and black. Gleamed with brilliance in the moon's light. As if, it didn't just cleave in two, a bloodthirsty creature.

"Cause the party's just getting started!" I said. Wielding a new found zanpakuto. Zangetsu, in his Shikai.

"Woa~h." Luna said amazed.

'Woah indeed. I wasn't expecting for you to be in your upgraded form.'

'It's because you already know my name that it is possible. Behind you.' An ear flicked. A sound coming from both behind and left.

Turning around and swinging my blade, I parried an oncoming attack by two wendigos. The force of collision sending us back, away from one another. Yet, a third one runs in between the other two. Most likely using this, as an opportunity to strike me down. As bringing its arm back, fingers at the ready, and claws in held gruesome display. It lunges at me with its right arm to pierce me through. However, after coming to a stop, I jabbed Zangetsu in through its appendage. The scene next; of having its hand being split continuously in two, bones shattering, and the spray of blood gushing out everywhere, had the man-beast howling in pain.

Right before I withdrew Zangetsu and sliced off its head. For its screaming was god-awfully, unbearable to hear.

After witnessing this, the previous two wendigos decided to break off and come at me from two different sides. While a fourth one, I saw in sight, headed for Luna. Just before the last member of the pack joined in, coming from the front.

'Got only one chance.' Feeling the pressure.

All three of them, converging in haste. Moving in rhythm as they closed the gap fast. Each of them attacking together, in a well-timed, swift, pinpoint strike. Leaving little room to counter and deadly accuracy, at finest. Hitting the mark.

..Well, would have. If it wasn't for one thing: Zangetsu planted firmly in the ground. Me on the hilt, upheld by an arm. Eyeing the three upside down with a death glare.

'My turn.' Like a pro gymnastic, bringing legs down whilst spinning on the hilt. I swung with the back of my foot, horizontally hard, into the three wendigos. Each one, falling back in their own time.

As I land, Luna screamed in panic. Facing the source, the fourth wendigo neared her and was ready for the kill. Too far for me to get to her in time. I hogged Zangetsu in my right and positioned him like a spear. With a firm hold, I threw without doubt or hesitation. "N-no. Stay back!" She screams trying to get away. However, the wendigo completely ignored her plea. Instead, its grim fingernails somehow extended and swiped down to slay the child. Just before it jostles slightly forward and pauses in place.

"Get over here!!" I shouted.

Yanking back the white sheath, Zangetsu comes back with a creature in tow. Making me feel a little like a fisherman, reeling in his prized bounty. After catching the handle in my right hand again. I lifted it up, with the creature still on. Still fighting. Just, before plunging it face down in the soil. Moving my right foot, it felt resolved to pin the thing in place. While Zangetsu cuts along this wendigo's backside. Carving away, from its midsection to wherever; we brutally sculpting the thing away, piece by piece, savagely.

Changing pace, I charged at the previous three that had regrouped. Not leaving them a chance to form a plan of attack or escape. The four of us fought. Tenaciously. Coming again harder than before as sparks began to run off my blade. A few close encounters met, but nothing I couldn't take or dodge.

It was on. The fight for our survival.

Hack. Slash. Dodge. Weave. Jump. Slash. Hack. Dodge. Counter. Weave. Slash. Miss. Hack. Counter. Dodge. Jump. Slash. Miss. Hack. Dodge. Counter. Weave. Slash. Miss. Hack. Slash. Dodge. Weave. Jump. Hack. Slash. Dodge. Counter. Weave. Slash. Miss. Weave. Slash. Dodge. Weave. Jump. Hack. Slash. Dodge. Counter. Weave. Slash. Miss.

Till finally, one of them slipped up.

Getting tired of the repeated dance. it broke away from the others trying to flee. Big mistake though, as I gained on it in an instant. Cutting off a leg in a sweep. Losing itself from fear, it relied on defense as its natural instinct. But, miserably failing, I might add. The other two rushed in aid to help, but I wasn't having it. So flexing a hand, I grabbed ahold onto one of its body parts. Spinning around twice now to pick up speed, both of the wendigos before me, slowed down after witnessing what it was, I was doing. Yet, by that time, it was already too late. As I sent the injured wendigo colliding into its group.

Buried on one another, now. Zangetsu at the ready and drawing him near the three. I swiftly attacked, in a single strike. Then another. And another. More and more, to my hearts contents. Blood spewing, skin and bones ripping away, and cries heard in the night gave me a sense for more. A craving for violence...

I just kept going. Apparently for no further reason. Even after the death of the last wendigo, I continued on swinging the cleaver. Chunks, left in ribbon and noodle threads. Blood drenching the beautiful green grass to red. Tissues of ligaments here and there plenishing the soil. A sense of joy, running through this body, with an insatiable emotion.

One I love till this day forth.

"Stop!" Someone screamed. "That's enough. You don't have to kill it anymore!" A child's voice spoke. Remembering why I'm here.

Within a moment, leaning up straight. Whatever I killed was nothing more than blobs of intestines and whatnot. The stench, suddenly reaching me and burning my nose of a foul smell. Then looking to Zangetsu, his once beautiful demeanor was soaked in the blood of my enemies. Drips of red coming off his end.

Even in such an awry image, I couldn't help but think of how beautiful he still looked.

Taking him to a side, I swished the air once more. Clearing any traces of the stains he got. No longer soaked, I pondered for a sec on how to sheathe him. Deciding like how Ichigo does it. I moved him behind my back. It was then at this moment, I noticed three things. One, the white cloth of the hilt expanded and covered the whole blade. Two, a red sash appear from nowhere and Zangetsu hooks on. Three... I have a tail. Eyeing it in major disbelief, it eyed back. Playing around on its own.

I screamed loud in an internal silence of surprise.

[color=#be4343]'Aah! Not so loud. Why are you even, screaming?!' Levy asked.

'You mean besides the fact that I transformed, kicked ass, and killed a bunch of monsters... or the fact that I had a tail the entire time without noticing it.' I replied bluntly.

'..Well, if you are surprised about that, then don't reach for your ears.'

'Why wouldn't I?' Reaching to a side. Noticing a change in feature. Moving along the length, something was amiss. 'Strange.' Rubbing the feature again, with two fingers. Unbeknownst, that to my astonishment, it felt kinda good.

'Of course. I have a tail, why not ears too.'

Checking my wardrobe closely, I noticed it isn't a regular keisen uniform soul reapers normally wear. No, more like the thread Soifon dons when in battle, minus the captain's uniform. My bare back and shoulders showing, as there's no back fabric or sleeves. Long, black armbands on both sides. My tail squeezed through a small opening, under a white sash around the waist and the same shoes she wears instead of slippers. Much to my liking.

'Let's recap.' Crossing my arms, thinking. 'I am a fusion of Ichigo's powers. I transformed from being a human to a...ghost wolf soul reaper. Given my features, a halfa no doubt like Danny Phantom. And to top it off, I most likely have the blood of the ultimate life form, coursing through my veins.'

'Wait, what makes you so sure you are like Shadow the Hedgehog?'

'The skates. If I have those, the odds are definitely in my favor. It's just gonna take some time to draw out my latent chaos skills.'

'You really love these shows don't you?'

'Hey, I may not have been born around the same time these characters were made, but they're still very popular on the internet.'

'Reyna, I have no doubt you'll soon discover the extent of your abilities and further them. But right now, the child.' Zangetsu said.

Turning my head around, Luna stood frazzled: Her clothes a mess with dirt, leaves, and twigs. Scratches, visibly seen. Her hair, a short blue in disarray. And blood spattered on her face...told a story of something a child shouldn't have to have gone through. Let alone witness, in that matter.

Approaching her by a step seemed to have scared her... makes sense. I did just go Twenty-One Savage, roasting the competition. Plus, the mincemeat behind must make me look more intimidating in a scary way.

Deciding a friendly course was necessary. "..Are you alright? Your not hurt are you?" I asked the frightened girl.

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"N-no. Stay back!" I screamed. Trying to get away, from a wendigo heading for me. Putting my hands together, I tried to conjure up a spell. A shield to block it. But my magic wasn't gathering fast enough. It wouldn't bend much by my will. Focusing hard and guiding the mana, a spark lit, but nothing. Before I knew it, a shadow stood over me. Blocking out the moonlight. Looking up. A paw raises, extending out--its deforming nails.

'This is it... this is the end.' Dread and desperation completely coxing my mind. 'I don't wanna die!!' Closing my eyes as the claws of death, inevitably came down.

Waiting... A warm moisture of something wet, spatters on my face causing me to flinch. "Get over here!!" Someone shouts.

Opening them slightly, a blade's tip was seen through the wendigo. It flying back, as if it was pulled upon, by a telekinesis spell. The stranger with wolf-like attributes, paler skin, different set of clothes and color hair kills the monster in one fell swoop.

Retracting her blade. A large sword with no standard hilt; one I've never seen before in the castle-grounds or a guard's set, drips with the blood of the deceased. A weapon so minacious and threatening, it carries a frightening vibe around it. One, of a terrifying chill.

Noticing the stillness, she charges at the remaining group of the last three wendigos. Enacting a deadly fight scene as sparks began to fly. Attacks and dodges, in sequence, respectively done; a three-on-one, death battle taking place.

'Who are you?' Blocking a hit, countering, swinging, then evading. 'Just who are you?' Witnessing something amazing. "She's facing three monsters at the same time...' Dancing around the field. Close encounters met or eluded masterfully. '..but she's smiling. Why would anyone be enjoying this? She could die.' Not understanding my savior. Trying to see through her perspective on the meaning of enjoyment somewhat here, but no matter what, it not clicking.

I stayed back, a distance away. As more and more the fight grew dangerous. As time and time again, close encounters were dealt with a sense of ease. Techniques, she uses with her weapon and body, beautifully mesmerizing, as I found myself drawn into her style. Loose, quick, strong, but effective. I rooted for her internally, so I wouldn't distract her.

In a moment one of the trios left the engagement, but the warrior gained in on it, instantly. Taking a leg off, as she sweeps by. The other two running to save their fallen comrade were sent back sprawling, as something flew into them. Drawing near the trio and blade glimmering in height. She slashes. Then again. And again. And again, repeating the motion continuously.

My meaner of interests slowly turning to disgust as she continues the gruesome display. Rain of red droplets scattering by a swing. Body parts and bones heard crushed or severed. The screams of a living being, undergoing a harsh, merciless treatment.

It, becoming sickening. Inhumane. Wrong. Putrid. 'Stop.' Words not forming in speech.

"S-stop." A muffle. "Stop. Stop it. You're going too far." Not hearing me. "Please. Stop!" The bloodshed and smell hitting me. A nauseating smell. Leaving the impression of a rotten taste in my mouth, as I breathed in. "Stop! That's enough. You don't have to kill it anymore!!" Screaming, to the tops of my lungs.

To my surprise, she backs off. And with a flick of her blade, blood was seen flown off. Eyeing it for a moment, she positions it on her back. As the white cloth of the handle wraps around the blade in a sheath and a red strap, suddenly forms around her. For when placing it, she eyes her tail for a moment. My guess, so her sword wouldn't accidentally cut her. Then standing on the blood-soaked grass she crosses her arms. Standing like that for some time.

The atmosphere, awkward, between us.

Feeling the need to change that I spoke. Er--about to anyway, because she suddenly faces me, taking a step my way. In recoil, I accidentally stepped back for some reason and seeing this, she stops midway. The gap between us, still there.

'Oh great. I just made it worst. Come on Luna, don't just stand there. Say something.' Words failing me at this point.

"Are you alright. Your not hurt are you?" She asks.

Nothing. My throat, stuck by a lump.

"That sure was scary wasn't it? You're pretty brave for a kid. Some would piss themselves in your shoes if they had gone through what you just did."

"....." 'Still nothing. The fights over, yet I still can't speak.'

"..do I terrify you?" A question I wasn't expecting.

"N-no. It's not that..." Pausing. The bloody pile in sight. "..It's just... the smell." Pointing to the source behind her. Pinching my nose to cover it.

"Oh... right." Moving away. Still a distance from me.

"Um, I appreciate the help miss..." Trailing off.

"Reyna. It was no biggie. If you don't mind, I have some questions that need to be answered."

"Of course. You did save my life after all and I owe you one." My anxiety, lessening.

"Earlier, you said the wendigos were monsters of the Everfree. What is that exactly?"

Staring in disbelief. "You can't be serious... The Everfree. The most dangerous place to be in Equestria. Where creatures of unimaginative terror and legends based around, live in. The one where anyone who ventures into, never makes it out alive. That Everfree. You never heard of it?!''

"Nope." Simple, reply.

"The forest we're foolish enough to be in!!" Raising arms wide. "If you never heard of it, then what are you doing here?" I said in shock.

"Truth be told. I'm a bit lost. And what's Equest?"

"Equestria." Correcting her. "The proud country of us Equestrians. How do you not know that? Every child is taught that in school." I said quizzically.

"I guess I had a different upbringing... but here's a better question. If this forest is so dangerous like you said, why is a princess-" Raising hands in the air and doing a strange gesture with fingers. "-running for her dear life, alone here? Don't you have guards or something?"

Sudden flashbacks of the attack hitting my mind, hard. Of the villagers, the guards, Commander Hurricane, and his mission.

"Reyna!" I shouted, in wakening. Getting closer. "I need your help. My people need me right now, however, I lack the strength to do anything about it. But if you were to accomp-"

"No." She cuts me off.

"No? But you didn-" Doing it again.

"Listen, kid, I only saved you for one reason: answers. Nothing more, nothing less. Now that I know where I am." Beginning to walk in a direction. "There's no longer a need to stay." The distance widening, again.

Running pass her and standing in front, to block. "Please. If it's my appearance and situation that may not prove my claim, I am bound by my words. I am Princess Luna, daughter of Queen Faust. Whatever you want just name it. Gold. Jewelry. Land. Servants. My mother will surely give you what it is you want if you save our people." Sounding reasonable.

Stopping. "..At one point, such things would have rung a bell in my ear... Never having to work again. People tending to my every need. Power in money as I became filthy rich...sounds like the sweetest deal I've ever heard, but now. I realize their just valueless objects." Walking pass. "..Valueless objects indeed."

"If not money or land, then what? A status class? Nobility maybe?"

"There's nothing you can offer me that will change my mind. Nor will I risk my life for anyone else." Continuing ahead.

"W-wait." Running after her. Reaching for her. An abrupt sense of...

*Fear.*

Fear of the look she gives me over her shoulder. Her eyes seemingly burning brighter. Scarier. A predatory glance holding me in place from the weight it bears down, on me. So, terrifyingly frightful. My knees wobbled in fear... Were they always doing? I simply didn't know, for they finally caved in as I fell on them. Choking in distraught and low esteem, I looked away unable to face her gaze, any longer.

In a moment or two, the mysterious woman begins to walk away. Leaving me in this tiresome, horrendous feel, as a cold wind washes over me. Passing through the field of grass in sudden darkness, while the dead silence of the night reigns... heavy.

'Wait... please. You're strong. You can save them.' Feeling hopeless.

Lifting my head up once more, to see her in sight. She continues to get further away, with every step made.'Reyna...' My anxiety, creeping back. Despair, mocking me. Facing, the soil beneath. 'It's my fault...'

Clutching the soft grass. 'So many people sacrificed themselves for me. And for what?! A pathetic princess?' Cursing myself for my own weakness. 'It's my fault that they died. It's my fault. My fault. My fault!' Squeezing in frustration. Pain and sorrow, stinging deep. 'I couldn't save anyone. I couldn't fight either when needed to. I just ran...afraid... powerless.'

'Why? Why is this happening? I just wanted to see the world, outside the walls at least once. To explore it. To feel it. To witness the beauty I've heard so much about. Not to see people scream and die before me... not this nightmare. It's twisted--its ugly! So why... why won't you help me?' Feeling a mix of emotions.

My anger, the first to surprise and stir me among the others. It, rising immensely. Bottling up more, from my own impudence. For leaving my people to a gruesome fate, while feeling sorry for myself as I cry out of self-pity and cowardliness.

"..Don't. Don't go. Reyna..." A surge of something moving me. Forcing me to stand, now. "They need you. I need you." I said through gritted teethes. "So please!" Kicking off the ground. Energy gathering from behind my back as my mana finally bursts. Pushing me, in flying desperation. "Reyna!!" Swiftly, facing me. "Please. Help me~!!" Screaming a cry.

Swinging my fist with all my power. My frustration and rage. The heavy burden of it all, I punched her.

No doubt, she caught my fist in her hand. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. Channeling my remaining magic, into my right hand. I pushed forward. Severely, adding more and more energy to my clenched fist. The reservoir of mana within me exploding as it no longer feels contained. My emotions calling it forth.

Guarding with both hands, refusing to back down too, she stands firmly in place. Eyeing me angrily. A hundred words said by her glare. But she can stare at me all she wants.'I'm not afraid of you! So just help me, already.'

"REEEYYNNAAAAA!!!" Bringing, everything in me forth.

Everything.

Gathering up all my hope, believes, and willpower. She began to slide back in place. Etching it on relentlessly, I continued the stream. My magic waving to a single point as we shot through her guard. Her face open.

"AAaaaagghhh!!~" I scream, an unfamiliar tune. Bringing my arm back for another swing, this close-up. I let Reyna have it.

My fist, with the constant source of mana pouring in, I send her flying back in a steady shot. Carving a trail of destruction in wake, by the two of us. Whatever stood in our path, was being reduced to nothing but rubble and broken trees. Endless shatter and ruination we laid.

However, I was finally burnt out. My excess boost in energy, quietly subsiding, as we both crash into the rough patch of the wilderness. She taking the front of the damage.

From the rush. The speed. I was being carried away from the sheer force of it all, but the strangest thing happens. A hand reached out. It reached out and pull me in hold; extending over me as I couldn't help but curl inward for safety. Closing my eyes, fatigue and exhaustion took point as I wanted nothing more than to rest. To sleep.

After the fierce rumble and tumble in movement. I came to a stop. Into the embrace of something cold... soft like skin. Breathing hazardly, in. Then out, slowly.

Restlessly, raising my head up to the source. I was in the arms of a stranger. A hero... a scoundrel...a person of interest.

Cradling me in a protective way.

"..damn kid." She exhales. A sore spot on her cheek. A trickle of green blood on her lips. "That's a mean right hook you got." Looking back. Her eyes, truly beautiful yet terrifying at the same time.

Puffing for a minute as it was hard to talk, oxygen much needed. The words came out in asperous breaths. "Please." I seethed through gasps.

Clenching a piece of her fabric in hold, bringing myself closer, in. "Please. Help me." I said. Looking at her stare, pleadingly. Tears coming again for fear that she'll refuse. "An-anything you want. I'll do it. No matter what it is...I'll do it. The villagers. Commander Hurricane. Everyone needs you." Desperately in tone.

The attack playing over in my mind. What should have been simple protection for the holiday, instead turns into a night to actually face the monsters, knocking on the door. My one favorite time of the year, a hallow dream.

Breathing once more. "Anything I want, huh?"

"Anything." I answered.

Closing her eyes in thought and opening them again.

"Then I'll hold you to those words. Princess Luna." Taking a hand, wiping away a tear shed. "So, are you just gonna sit there crying or should we get a move on already." She said, pleased.

"..Yes." I smiled, gratefully.

<<~O~>>

We soared on foot through the dead of night. Reyna, carrying me somehow on her back, as we made some good time back to the village. Smoke was seen clearly, over the linen of the trees. Indicating, that remnants of the town was still burning, after I fled.

Making it to the forests outer edge, Reyna came to a halt. Hiding us, in the nature of shadows.

I saw the village in sight, but it's once charismatic charms were completely destroyed: The outer wall's perimeter defenses were in shambles. Houses, stores, and stables collapsed, from either the loss of stability or of something else. And the stains of red everywhere marked the ground in dark spots.

'Ponyville... what's happened to you.' Dread seeping in.

"What's wrong. Why did you stop?" I asked in haste.

"...."

"Reyna?" Asking again.

"There's too many." Ears flicking in one direction to the next. "About forty at least."

"Can you hear them. The wendigos?"

"Yea, but I can sense their energy's somewhat. A malicious feeling emanating from each one. However... it feels as though there's a different energy source."

"Really?" Astonished, she can sense this many.

"Luna. I'm gonna get closer, but I need for you to stay here." Refusing.

"What. No, I'm coming along too."

Putting me down and facing me.

"This isn't a game Luna. From here on out, this is a life or death situation. There's no telling what could happen when I enter. What transpired in the woods is completely different than what's about to happen here. If you want me to save anyone, you have to sit back and let me do my thing." Turning to leave.

"..I know." My anger boiling, once more. My people's lives on the line. "Trust me. I know what's at stake here. More than you realize... but that's exactly why I refuse to just sit, biting my thumbs in anticipation. I need to help them too. I ran away a coward and couldn't defend them when needed." The greatest mistake, rewinding in my mind. "I won't let that happen a second time. I am their princess. I will save them." Finding a sense of renewal, forming.

"..so... basically, if I don't take you with me. You're just gonna go charging on in there, by yourself." She says.

Nodding my head in answer.

"Getting your way no matter what. You really are a princess aren't you." She scoffs. Then eyeing me, in the corner of her eye. "Are you sure? You might not like what you see."

"Yes." Defiantly, I responded.

After a second. "Alright, but be quiet when we enter. Stealth is gonna be a key factor here." Sweeping me up as we made our way past the broken defenses.

The chaos everywhere. Smoke inflaming my lungs as I held in a cough. Moving from one location to the next. Creeping around, while avoiding wendigos one after another and staying out of sight, was the hardest thing I ever experienced. But what I saw was too much to describe as an attack. A massacre too soft of a word to explain this. The mere thought of 'bloodshed', unfit to clarify what's happened here. A fantasy. A dream.

Gone terribly wrong.

Ponyville was done for. For the only thing left here, were its dead and monsters.

"Luna...Luna." Reyna whispered my name. "Do you see that light coming from the center of the village?" She pointed.

Facing the direction. Away from us stood a pack of many wendigos, clustering around a huge building. A bubble surrounding the building, keeping them from entering.

"That's a shield spell, covering town hall." Feeling relieved someone was still alive in all this.

"A shield huh. Impressive, but who's casting it?" She asked.

"I don't know. For one of that size and strength, to keep the wendigos out at bay requires a lot of power. It could be a few town's people and soldiers, that are mages, keeping it active. For how long though-" Pausing. "I don't know."

"Then times a factor. We need a way in or some kind of way to communicate with whoever is inside." Thinking. "Your a mage aren't you? Don't you know of a way in?"

"Sort of." Shrugging in response.

"Do tell."

"Well, to get in, I'd need to cast a teleportation spell, but I can't do that. I only studied the basics of effects it has on the human body, as it taxes both the magical energy and mental focus of any individual. That even a slip up can cause miss arrangements or worse, death. Plus that's an advanced form of magic. Only those who's magical circuits are strong enough are able to cast it."

"I see. And given that your just a child, the surge will most likely tear you in half. Noted."

"For your information, I'm seven. Not a child. I grew out from that stage months ago." Feeling peeved whenever someone saw me as just that. "As for communication...sorry, but I can't do that one yet either." Feeling stupid for not studying enough to learn it, as sis did.

"It's fine. Guess there was really only one course of action." Flexing, her muscles. As if ready to do something extreme. "Luna, I'll draw the groups attention away from the survivors. When I do, I don't want you out here alone. Go meet up with who's ever inside." Drawing her blade. The sheathe unraveling in mystery.

"Reyna, wait. There's too many for you to face alone. I can hel-"

"Out of the question." Cutting me off. Starting to hate that. "I admit what you did in the woods was amazing, but look at you. Your hurt, exhausted, and got bags under your eyes. I doubt you can even pull that stunt again once more. But if you really want to help me. Go help your people and stay safe. After all." Taking a hand and wiping off whatever smudges on my face. "You are their princess, so go do what you do best. Leave the slaughterhouse to me."

Aspiration, by her words, compelled me to let her go. To let her fight. As I got my own tasks ahead of me, but most importantly. Right here, right now. Respect. Whether this be fate or mere unfortunate coincidence. She's something. Someone. I idol.

"Don't die." Words leaving clearly. "No matter what. You better not die, Reyna. We have a deal to keep, remember. Anything you want. If you break it, I won't forgive you." I brought her in a hug. The weight of how much in such little time, she mattered to me. "So live." I demanded.

In response, she shuddered for a sec. My guess, of the awkward situation I placed her in. But eventually. Bringing my head in close, hugging back. She spoke.

"I ain't going anywhere, Luna. By the end of tonight, you'll see me in the morning. Besides, I don't plan on dying on my birthday."

"Your birthday." I repeated dumbfound. But, before I could get any answers, Reyna left our hiding spot from with in the shadows and made way for the large faction. Sprinting fast. A wendigo, however, noticed this and alerted the others by its bloodcurdling scream.

The rest taking notice, faced the source, only to witness one of their members get sliced in half. An individual, with a long blade in hand, held it out to her side as she took a swing.

"Come on." Egging them on.

Howling, one at a time, together, from the mockery. Their high pitch shrieking, collided with one another. Reverberating, through the night air as the noise had me covering my ears, for it was too much to bare. But looking at Reyna, she seemed to be the one in severe pain, as she clutches a side of her head.

'Her ears. Her hearing must be a bit more sensitive than mines.' Sweat trickling.

In a moment the screaming stopped. Replaced by the sound of rumble as the ground shook. A haste of monsters storming in a path. A fury of terror, as they stampede through what little remained of Ponyville. Crushing everything beneath in a fit of rage, hunger, and instinct. For the next meal in sight. Another human.

But she's far from that. For here stood someone unafraid of the danger she faces. In fact, she relished it.

Releasing a battle cry of her very own, Reyna charges the enemy. Nearing the group closer and closer, till finally. Leaning forward, grasping the handle in both hands by her side, she swung in a wide arch-swing. The momentum carrying her around in a full circle. Sending a few wendigos flying upward from the hit or severe force. Regaining her posture, she continued to shoot through the stampede. Striking every foe that came in her way. Cutting and slicing away.

Skidding to a halt, Reyna parries an oncoming attack in front. Another on her left. Again on her right. Then, spinning around abruptly to block two wendigos attacks from behind. She counters them first, then followed up with a double kill. After which she moves along again, never resting in a spot for a moment, as a new threat would appear before she gets the chance to recover, from a strike.

Rolling over the back of an enemy to evade its attack, she plunges her blade in through another wendigo. Pushing it back and driving it into its cohorts. Her sword sunk in deep; she hauls up three of them, with tremendous strength, by an arm alone. Blood oozing and gushing from the open wounds, she laughs at them, while they hold on.

"You guys make a horrible shish kebab. No peppers, veggies, sauce, and you're uncooked. Plus, ya smell." More surrounding her, getting ready to attack. "But your friends seem hungry... So let's not keep them waiting!" Swinging a strike as one flew off, smashing into a member. Swinging again as another slid off screaming, crashing into two more. And doing the same to the third.

"If any of you still hunger for more, I've got plenty to dish out." She says aloud. Leaping away from a set of claws. Dodging and ducking. Countering as bit by bit. She drags the fight away from the town hall. Taking the invading man-eaters, with her to the south side of Ponyville.

'Keep up the good work, Reyna.' I prayed, with hope.

After a few minutes of hiding in place and a few cretins passing by, to join in on the fray. I decided it was time to get a move on. Poking head out first and surveying the area, I moved. Covering my nose with a torn fabric from my clothes, as to not inhale too much smoke. Town hall was the only building left intact. Untouched from the battle or fire, raging. A blue colored hue of a shield protecting it from disaster outside. Upon inspection, I placed a hand on it to feel it's source of origination.

A network of magic relays corresponding inside the bubble synced in play like a spiders web. Which meant a mage. Multiple of them, pumping energy into this. Channeling mana in my right palm, I sent a small feedback into the network to get someone's attention. 'Hopefully, they'll will notice.'

Waiting, every second out here in the open, felt like immediate danger closing in. No object to hide behind or cover against, as I stood in the middle of town. Alone and scared. The sound of something snapping made me turn my head in quick response, but thankfully it was just another villa collapsing due to the damage, it's taken. Poor thing.

'I bet the decor was nice.'

Suddenly a hole opens up in the bubble. Facing it.

The doors of town hall swung open and out came a few armed guards, taking defensive positions. Coming out with a lance in hand, stood Private Pansy. "Princess Luna!" Calling my name.

Running inside the barrier to greet a friendly face thought lost. "Private Pansy. I'm glad that you and everyone else is safe. Where's the commander?" I asked.

A grim look showed on her face before correcting herself. "Best if we get inside princess. Don't want to stay out too long before those savages come back." Leading me in. The rest following suit, after shutting the door. Laying back up security measures and barricades.

As I stepped inside, I was a bit relieved to see some of the villagers about, but the scars they bare. The look in their eyes. The disparity, seen clearly as each one faced me in slow-tiredness. Spoke of my people's morale. "Princess." An older fellow, who looked in his sixty's, spoke. Soon after, someone else.

"Princess Luna." An elderly woman rose.

"Princess." Others began to trail. One by one. Injured or not. Guards and rest rose to their feet and bowed slightly before me. In a manner, I felt unfit to be graced in but knew what it would dispel, if didn't.

Raising a hand and illustrating one of mother's many disciplinary teachings. I spoke to the hearts of everyone here.

"Soldiers of Canterlot. Citizens of Ponyville. It warms my heart to know there are still survivors amidst the chaos. What happened tonight. Our way of life. Our festival. Was threaten tonight by a bunch of ruthless, bloodthirsty monsters. And for that... I cannot forgive. Nor forget. Nor will I lose hope in our chance for survival. Because we are all Equestrians!" Placing the same hand on chest.

"Our body is strong. Hearts unbreakable. Will, that never wavers nor fear. For when we're together our might is a thousand times stronger than any force. And when darkness obscures us in the darkest of times. We lend a hand to those in need. For that's what separates us from them. That's what makes us human... and I apologize for before." Something I needed to correct.

"I admit, I was terrified and am ashamed of myself for running away." Clenching in frustration. "Leaving behind many, as they fell victim to the onslaught and going out of their way to aid me in their end. But I refuse to cower any longer. I won't leave you to face such monsters alone. I swear. I will protect you."

"Princess, please. It's not your burden to bare for what transpires here. It's us guards, that failed in protecting everyone here." Private Pansy says, feeling a tinge of guilt in her eyes. "Even in death, Queen Faust would have our heads if something were to happen to you. You are the pride of us Equestrian Knights. Whether we live or die, it is honorable to sacrifice ourselves for your safety."

"And what of your life?" I said back. "What of everyone else back home, you care about. The friends, family, and memories you made with them. Would you sacrifice that too for my safety?" I wanted to scream out but kept inside to show control.

"It's the oath we live by, Princess. It's what we swore to the sword. To live or die for Equestria. We knights knew what we signed up for." Pansy said. A sad smile showing. "We protect those who cannot defend themselves. Face those who threaten what we hold dear. Live to enjoy every day that could be our last. And die on the battlefield with no regret. No remorse. Us soldiers....the men and women who fell in battle today, gave everything they have to save what little people we could. And best, your survival." Looking at me, a shimmer in her eyes. "It is definitely worth it."

Well said Private." A heavy voice spoke. Facing it. There, leaning over a railing, stood Commander Hurricane. "Looking down at us and us, him. "I couldn't have said it better myself." A proud demeanor on his face. But quickly noticed by a red stained-cloth, obscuring half of it.

"Commander Hurricane--your hurt." I said, in disbelief.

It's only a flesh wound Princess Luna. Nothing that won't heal given time." Placing a hand firmly, he jumps over the railing, landing with a thud. "Standing straight once more in pivotal height and character. Hair a mixture in a row from light, medium, to dark blue. His black obsidian knight uniform with small yellow streams; show few cracks and stains, but still as rough as ever. His insignia: a yellow thunderbolt embedded proudly in the chest area and the helmet, mother gifted him, hung on a side in place. While a sword, was on his right, of the waist.

"But I must ask, what are you doing here? I thought once we cleared a safe passage for you out of Ponyville, along with a handful of guards, you'd head for Canterlot Castle and get aid from your mother... well, at least a mile or two away from here." Approaching, arms cross.

"...I wanted to. But we got lost in the dark." Telling my previous event. "And next thing I knew, we were being hunted down by a pack of wendigos." Everyone around tensing up by that statement. "I ran. And ran till I couldn't anymore. But eventually, they caught up to me in an open field. I tried to fight back. I really did, but I was too afraid to concentrate my magic into a workable spell. When one of them sprung up on me, I thought I was gonna die." Snapping a finger. "Just like that. Without so much as getting help or doing anything to save any of you. I was this close to never seeing you again." I said somberly.

Seconds passing. Standing awkwardly silent. Till...someone places a hand over my shoulder. Looking towards them, Private Pansy stood beside me. Giving what little support and comfort she could.

"I'm sorry you had to experience that princess... I'm sorry you had to experience any of this." Facing away, still embracing me. In kind, I returned the warm gesture.

"And I, you. Which is why I couldn't abandon anyone here."

"But what of the pack that attacked you earlier. What happened to them?" Commander Hurricane asked.

"Private Pansy, you said it's your duty and the Knights to sacrifice yourself for my well being. Correct?" She eyed me briefly. "Well, then is it not my responsibility too, to see it that everyone comes home safe and sound." I questioned with a kind, genuine smile.

"Princess...?" She trails. Noticing my expression change.

"I promised that I would protect you remember. I never said I'd do it alone."

A loud sound booming from outside along with a rumble, shook us inside.

"Private, with me." Wings of feather spread from Commander Hurricane's backside, as he flew back up to the second floor. Pansy doing the same, carrying me above to have a look. Walking to the other end of the building, as we pass by a few mages huddling together in a circle; a mixture of guards and town people. We made it to an open room, viewing outside through a window. For a moment, I thought I saw a light gleaming in the south entrance of town. But what gathered there instead, was dust. A lot of it too, for it clouded a part of the town.

A terrifying wail echoed throughout Ponyville in the dust cloud. As seconds later, houses came crumbling down horizontally in a straight row, one after the other. Something driving straight through them out of the cloud, like they were nothing.

"What in the name of Queen Faust, is that?" Hurricane said. A hint of fear in his voice but didn't show.

"Reyna." I said somewhat surprised by the strength she possesses. Yet, mad at the same time, as she's destroying them so casually.

"Who?" Pansy asks. But not a moment too soon, before something came flying out of the debris, this way.

Coming to an abrupt stop, after smashing through the buildings first and finally, skidding on the ground's soil behind town hall. Laid in the street's dirt, a badly beaten individual. Scars and bruises clearly showed, as they ripped not only through her shredded clothing, but pale skin as well--bleeding a green luminescent color on the floor. Her luminous hair, once a beautiful white, now cleanses in filth. And the large sword she fought with, by her side--held tightly in grasp. Not moving.

"Reyna!" I shouted. Both Hurricane and Pansy shocked that I called the injured woman outside, by her name.

"Wait, do you know her princess?" Commander Hurricane faces me.

"Yes. She saved my life tonight from a pack earlier."

"But if she's here, before our very eyes... then what was that wailing scream we heard..." Pansy asked.

Shrieks of sparks, cleave way in the ground. Looking away from Reyna, slowly, a misshapen appearance of a shadow in the dust appears; clawing along the length closer and closer in depth, as our imagination runs wild to what was approaching beyond, in the dust wreckage. But what came next, neither I nor anyone here, could have ever believed without seeing it firsthand. A creature so monstrous and demonizing. Could actually have existed.

Its height far greater than any wendigo and body muscles scrawny, but carried a weight of power. Ligaments long, claws sharp, and rib cage seen in an awful way. Along with its skeleton back and face. And starvation, of hunger in its posture as it stalks towards us. Chipped what little resolve I had a moment ago.

"What is that? Just what in Tartarus is that?!!" A villager besides us spoke.

"Sweet mother of Faust. I've lived a long and adventurous life, but never have I seen something of this...this--demonizing before!" Another, says.

Looking back, there was a crowd in the room. 'I guess they were as worried as we are.' I thought.

"What are you all doing here. Head back immediately!" Hurricane waved his hand.

"Are you kidding? Look at that thing! We need to get out of here before it gets in and kills us all." A third, one.

"Absolutely not. The moment we put down the barrier and step one foot out the door. We are as good as dead. We need to wait this out and barricade every single entry here. Someone from Canterlot will send aid. Soldiers, lock it down. Now!" Hurricane shouted.

But whatever effect he was hoping for, was lost to the swelling voices of the gathered and shakened people.

"Are you crazy Commander Hurricane?!"
"Don't be a fool. We need to run!"
"I'm not risking the life's of my family for your foolhardy gamble, Hurricane!"
"We need to stay put. Reinforcements will come for us."
"What. Reinforcement? There's no time. What are we going to do now?"
"We need to run. Get the heck outta dodge here!
"No! We should stay put. Who knows how many are out there, still waiting for us."
"I rather take my chance than to face that thing up close, in here."
"Where are you gonna run to? Outside isn't safe, genius."
"Well, it isn't safe in here either, we're trapped like lambs! Those sons of bitches are gonna get in here and that thing. Let me tell ya. That demon spawn!! Is getting in here one way or another. The only question we should be asking is not of how long it's going to get in... but how is it going to kill us each one of us, first?
"Hey man, what's your problem? You can't say such things in front of my little girl. I won't allow it."
"Allow it? What the fuck is there to allow! You mean like how we allowed these monsters to just stroll up in here like they own the joint. Kill a bunch of us. And decorate the town we spent the last six years building, in our actual blood and bones. What the hell were we thinking to build a colony outside of Canterlot City? It was suicide!!"

"You all need to calm down. Please. As long as the barrier's up we are safe for the moment and I will formulate a plan to get us out of this alive." Trying to gain control of the unfortunate predicament.

"And what's that? Hmm? What do we do until then? That thing just smashed through a couple of our homes Commander. Not to mention there's no source of food or water in here. And look at the mages, they're sweating buckets. We don't have a few hours anymore. It's only a matter of minutes till the shield drops." Another adult spoke.

Everyone swarming in on him. Getting too close near his face, barely leaving room to breathe. "Everyone. Please. I'm positive the Commander wil-" Pansy was cut short.

"What are you lot doing? Your our saviors right. Go out there and kill the thing already!" Shouting heard, by the enraged citizens.

"Enough!!" I bellowed in anger, but mostly in an understanding of their fears. "That's enough!" Drawing their attention. "You are better than this. We're all better than this! I understand that you are afraid. So that's more than enough of a reason to listen to Commander Hurricane! He and his men put their life's on the line for you, remember. Believe in him. He knows what he's doing."

"Princess Luna..."
"Princess."
"Please forgive us, Princess Luna."

Folks returning to their senses.

"Always, but right now. The knights are the ones who need your forgiveness." I replied kindly.

People turning and apologizing to the commander. Each one with a heartfelt apology.

It was then someone cried in pain. Her sound excruciating as she screams her lungs out.

'Reyna!' Rushing out the room. Heading down the stairs and making way past a few others, I headed to the back entrance of the building. Opening the door's and stepping through, the horrifying creature held Reyna up, by her neck. Noticing my presence, it throws her at the barrier hard; as she bounces off, it doves in and attacks her menacingly. Just before, she could even hit the floor... Pummeling her against the barrier more and more. Swinging. Punching. And clawing at her, in front of me as I hid behind the barrier.

I could hear her grunt from the torment. Still clinging to her blade, even under such brutality. "Reyna!" I said in a panic. A crack forming in the shield, straining under the constant abuse it was receiving behind her back.

'It-it's overwhelming. It's mercilessly killing her.'

"Reyna!" I banged against the dome with my bare fists. "Reyna, please. Move. Do something!" I cried.

"Princess Luna!!" Hurricane calls me, by title. Running up and grabbing an arm."It's not safe out here. We must return." Beginning to tug, but me pulling back.

"No! She needs me. Reyna, come on. Fight back already!" The fracture spreading like thin vines. Widening in direction and length.

"Sir, the shield!" Private Pansy, stated. By this time a few guards came out getting into defensive positions. Some with spears at the ready. Others with swords and shields.

"Dammit. I thought we still had some time left." Pulling me behind him. Private Pansy drawing her blade too, as she takes me from his hold.

"Princess. You need to get inside. It's no longer safe out here." She says.

The dome of the shield splitting even wider. Sounds heard as the cracks grew ever big; setting an image of a plate shattering play by play, as it smashes against the floor. And the sight of a girl, taking the main source of the damage... the epicenter of it all. Is who stands between us, the barrier, and the monster. Between life and death itself.

Freeing myself from Pansy's grip I ran past the Commander and everyone, present.

Placing a hand against the barrier. I concentrated whatever magic I had left. Focusing it, to a single point. Seeping the source within me to come out now and help her; my body burns. Getting hotter as the circuits in me felt as though, they were pushed past their normal limits. Straining me completely, from undergoing such a strenuous workout.

"Come on." I seethed, through gritted teethes. Bringing forth what little power I have.

"Princess Luna! You need to go inside right, now!!" Hurricane shouted, vexed.

"No! I won't leave her like this. She saved my life, I won't let her die!" Pouring in magic. Channeling through my arms as a small bubble begins to form around Reyna. The wendigo before us backing off in a leap from the sudden change. Standing away a good yard or two.

She was still outside the shield, but now she was safe inside a bubble I created--attached to the dome. I would've thought she was fine as she slouches against the dome; her back facing me and sword's tip touching, the ground. However, her sudden reaction of coughing up blood and bleeding green before m,e had me, skeptic, instead.

Exhaustion kicking me to take a nap. "Reyna...are you OK?" Asking, breathlessly.

"......."

"Please... say something."

"........"

I sniffed. "You can't be dead. You just can't be. Remember, you said...you said..." My voice, feeling bitter. Reminiscing the small memory we briefly shared, together. "..you said to leave the slaughterhouse to you. That I go and protect everyone the only way I know how."

A howl, let loose by that monstrous wendigo, gathers its younger brethren in mere moments. Each one, deliberately crawling out of whatever wood works they hid in.

"You said... that you wouldn't die today. Not on your birthday!" My tears, coming, immeasurably. "That you'd agree to help me and my people, if I grant you anything you desire--anything you want! If you get up right now..... then I'll bake you a cake myself!" Lifting head up.

Her pale, injured back still facing me.

Wendigos, still gathering near their leader. As it calls forth others by its screech.

"No, the biggest. Delicious. And tastiest cake you'll ever have the pleasure of eating. So move! Do. Or scream, something!" My heart quivering in fright for the thought. That she's... that she's...

The wendigos before us gathered in what remained of the pack. A good twenty or so altogether, to dine in a final feast.

'This can't be the end for us. Can it?'

"I just got to know you. I don't want to lose you too." I cried.

"....ya won't. After all, it's almost dawn." A voice spoke. Reyna's voice.

Struggling to stand up straight, she pivoted her feet in place to keep herself from falling.

"I promised I wouldn't die just yet, didn't I? Would be really shitty of me to kick the bucket now, when I'm having so much fun." She joked.

"In the name of the Queen, how can anyone still be alive after such a beating?" Commander Hurricane said, astounded. As well as the rest of us, for we thought the leader had killed her.

"Eh. I've been whipped worse." She retorted. "Luna, sorry if I worried you. Just needed to clear my head for a sec. It's not every day I'm used to people speaking so fondly of me. Most of the time, they just wanna kill me. Ehehehe." She laughs.

"I wonder why." I joked back. A heartfelt chuckle.

After a moment.

"You can drop the shield now." Pushing off the dome. Hunched over and shaking groggily without support.

"But you are wounded. Gravely. If I drop this. If I-" Hesitating. The idea of what could happen flashing in mind. "You'll die...you'll...you've done enough Reyna. It's OK to rest for a bit. I'll put in whatever energy I have to protect everyone and you. I'll-"

"Luna."

"I'll stay up. I'll use the last of my strength to strengthen the shield."

"Luna." Her voice rose.

"I'll find a way to get us out of this. I won't let them get through. Any of them. I'll face them myself if I have to. So just rest for a bit."

"Luna!" Her sudden tone keeping me still. "You need to drop this. Now. I know you're hurting yourself for my sake, but I'm alright now."

"But you are not alright. Your bleeding to death. If you die because of me I-I-I. I don't know what I would do."

"And if you don't, we're all dead." She said. Turning her head slightly to her right. Eyeing me in the corner of an eye. "After all we've been through, I thought you of all people would have a bit more faith in me."

"I do. It's just, I don't want to see you die." I tried to voice a reason but in truth. It was what I felt.

"Then how about a bet." She says, facing away. "If I win this bout, I get the biggest slice of the cake you'll make. Then you grant me whatever I want." Taking a stance. Lifting her large sword before her in a hand.

"But what if you get hurt even worse. What if you lose." Worried, I said.

"I won't."

"But-"

"I won't lose. Because I'm the best at what I do." Straitening up her stance. "Now, just watch and learn." The white cloth around the handle flickering to life. It's length expanding a bit longer as it floats in the air with no wind. Dust near her feet beginning to swerve around her, by an unknown arcane force. While the scars on her body began to radiate like steam, as they too, started to slowly heal.

'What is this feeling I'm getting? Is this her power, emanating from her?

No, this is something else, entirely.' My lips chappy and dry, forming a smile on their own. As I couldn't suppress an emotion never experienced before. Pulling my fingers back from the shield, I canceled the flow of my magic and let my circuits rest. Sweat raining down my forehead as I sigh.

"Vanilla."

"Huh?"

"Vanilla. I only know how to make a vanilla cake." I said.

"Then you best get to it." The bubble around her fading. The enemy in view and snarling. "Cause I'm starving!" Reyna shouts, before cracking the surface of the ground beneath her feet, as she launches herself forward. In kind, the leader of the wendigos did the same, while the rest of the pack followed after him.

Raising her blade overhead in a hand as she took a quick halt. She spoke. "Watch closely Luna. Cause the party's-" Placing another hand on the handle, over her head. "-just at its climax!!" The wendigo leader and pack mere meters away. A vast difference in numbers and tenacity.

"Getsuga-" She calls out. A blue hue encoding her blade. "TENSHOOOO~!!!!" She slashes downward. Followed by a bright light that came after the swing, obscuring everything in its vision. A sound heard as it cuts clean a path straight through Ponyville and a tremor felt, as the ground shakes in sudden violence.

The spectacle coming to an end as the wasted path that once held debris and wendigos alike is reduced to nothing but a large, sliced, landscape.

It's width widening further out beyond the walls, but the source of its origination--stood Reyna. Huffing and puffing, as she leans against her sword.

'She did it.'

"She did it!" I shouted, in overwhelming euphoria.

"Amazing..." Private Pansy said, flabbergasted.

"Indeed. Her power is almost as terrifying as our archmage." Hurricane said shocked.

"Gugh~" She coughed, blood soiling the floor.

I didn't need to see her face to know that she was still hurting. For her wolf form and sword slowly dissipated. Replaced by the woman I first met in the woods. Falling back, off her feet as she hits the ground.

"Commander Hurricane, we need to get out there." I said in trepidation.

"Lower the shield spell, now! Soldiers with me." He shouted, giving orders. In a minute the barrier dropped and not a moment too soon, I ran towards her. Making way to where she laid. Her blood red, as her clothes were coated in it partially confused me. But that wasn't important as her stillness in breath.

"Reyna..." Taking a knee next to her. Arms drooping by my sides.

"Excuse me, princess." Hurricane approaches on the other side. Taking his left index fingers to her neck, then placing his left ear near her mouth. He heaved a sigh. "She's breathing, but not for long. I need a first aid kit, a medic, and a stretcher. If no kit then a mage, now. Private, get to it." He said without facing her.

"Yes, sir." I saw Private Pansy run inside.

"..She's a tough one princess. I"ll give her that." I looked at him. "And so are you. Your mother will be proud of all that you've done today." A smile on his face.

"Maybe... but I didn't really do much. Not in any way, she did." I said.

"Nonsense. If it weren't for you, we would have lost hope, Princess." Looking down. A sad expression showing on his. "I... would have lost hope."

"Commander...?" Not sure what he means.

"After the death of my men. And people, lost. Hiding in that shacked up building was the only way I believed we would survive for the night. Until I could come up with a plan to get us out of this, but in truth. I couldn't... I let those people down. The scrolls we used to send a message back to Canterlot, weren't working. I lied to almost everyone here. I... -never mind. What's done is done. No point in fretting over it." He faced me. "I owe her a debt of gratitude." He said.

"Here we go, sir." Pansy returned, with a few helping hands.

A light hitting my left eye. My sight gazes at the rising sun, beyond the destruction of the land. Pass the fields and mountains in view; a lovely scenery to behold. Covers a warmth of flutter in my chest.

"Then let's celebrate her birthday when she wakes up." I told Hurricane. His quizzical gaze, slowly looking at the rising sun before us. "I'm sure she'll love it."

Author's Note

Thank GOD!! Finally, another chapter. Why are these things so long.

Anyway, glad that's done with. Hope you guys enjoy and please. Feed back is always appreciated. Oh, and I hope y'all had a fantastic Thanksgiving. I know I did. Piece.