Saddle Arabia - Lut Gholein - 249 A.B.

Luna
"Luna of the Vizjerei, you may rise."

Those were the happiest words of her life. Finally, she would be part of the mage-clan she had been raised among, capable of casting the most arcane of magics, re-writing reality to her own tastes, sending the laws of physics out the window, and playing with the most fundamental laws of nature as if it were her own personal sandbox. She arose from her knees, a true Sorceress.

"Before you may access our grand libraries or receive proper tutelage, you must first prove your worth to us," said the withered old bastard who dared call himself the Leader of the Vizjerei, Grandmaster Radament. After a brief moment of him dozing off against his staff for what must be the sixty-ninth time this day alone, Radament jumped awake, provoked by a loud cough. "Uh, yes, you must travel far to the West, and explore that ruckus in, uh, Candyland. Wait, I mean, Cardhuntria... No, that's not right..."

Following a few moments of his muttering to himself, and Luna growing increasingly more impatient, the deep-blue alicorn rolled her eyes and offered "Canterlot?"

"AH! Yes, Kantos region. Go there, find out what's going on, and help out if you can. Come back when you are done, and then you can do the whatever you want here..." Radament began to shuffle off to his room, loudly shouting "AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR MY NAP!"

Luna was about fed up with the old dumbass. Barely keeping her temper under control, she made it outside before unleashing a wall-rattling scream, and stomping off to Warriv's caravan. At least he was good company...

Author's Note

To those of you who have played D2, keep the spoilers to yourselves for now, please. And I decided to cut this chapter into three parts, to keep the length down. Might merge the three together once I've got them all finished.