Author's Note

Thank you all for patiently waiting. I was without a phone for a while, so I couldn’t finish up the latter half of the chapter. Took me long enough to get down all the words I wanted. If you feel up to it, please leave a comment down below with what you think or any text errors I might have missed.

Chapter 7: The Grand Galloping Gala

Two months passed by since I was admitted to the hospital and Applebloom specifically kept me company through a majority of the recovery. About a week ago, the doctors finally felt comfortable enough to cast a healing spell on me, leaving my legs all but fully healed, thanks to the complete regeneration of my magic. The spells worked wonders and what would have taken four months, was now just another week away from healing. My primary physician notes that I might have an awkward time walking due to my bones having to adjust to the weight of my body after so long out of use, but as long as I used a cane or crutch I should be fine.

They wheeled me up to the front to be discharged and like before, Twilight was the one to check me out. Thank goodness for Celestia funded healthcare, otherwise I would fear bankrupting my lovely host.

Twilight greeted me with a warm smile as she signed the discharge papers. “It’s been lonely at the library with just Spike. I hadn’t realized how used I’d gotten to seeing you every morning, Aurelius.” She helped me to my feet and slung my arm over her shoulders to support me. “How are you feeling?”

I sighed in relief. “Better than I thought I would. I think I’ll miss being waiting on hand and foot by the hospital staff here.”

Twilight chuckled. “Well, if it’d make you feel better I could get Rarity to make you some scrubs.”

I scoffed at the sarcasm. “Fat chance. I hate not being a burden on people and would rather do anything else than be stuck sitting in a bed fourteen hours a day.”

As we returned to the library, Spike burst from the front door, running straight into my good leg and bouncing off like a squeaky toy. Comical. “Oh, sorry dude! I was just on the way to track you both down!”

“What’s up, Spike? Why do you look like you just got done running a marathon?”

He panted while standing up. “Because I basically just did! Got a letter from Celestia for you two!” He held up an cream colored envelope embossed with the Princess’ seal. “Well, don’t just wait around, open it up!”

Twilight levitated the letter over and helped me get comfortable with my cane, before opening the letter. With the letter came four golden colored tickets.

‘My faithful student, please accept these tickets to this year’s Grand Galloping Gala for you, Aurelius, Spike, and one guest. I look forward to seeing you three this year, as it’s the first one after Luna’s return and she requested that I invite her favorite human and his friends. Your’s truly,

Celestia

Wow, an invitation to an event directly from the Princess. Nifty.

Twilight passed us each out tickets and pocketed her own, but stared at the last ticket like it stuck out sore thumb-style. From the look on her face, I saw her cycling in her head which of her five friends to bring, torn about who should get it.

Twilight’s brow furrowed as she weighed her options. “I don’t know who to give this last ticket to,” she muttered, more to herself than to us. “I know all of my friends would love to go, but we only have one extra ticket. It wouldn’t be fair to choose one over another.”

Spike, ever the practical one, shrugged. “Why not just ask them who wants it the most?”

Twilight sighed. “It’s not that simple, Spike. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”

I watched her struggle with the decision, feeling a pang of sympathy. “Maybe you could hold a little contest or something,” I suggested. “Make it fun and fair.”

Twilight’s eyes lit up. “That’s not a bad idea at all, but what kind of contest?”

Before we could continue to discuss the ticket, Pinkie Pie dropped down from the tree top, dangling by her hips from a rope. “Howdy rowdy, Aurelius. You’re looking all better. Whatcha got there?”

The indecisive of us, hurriedly hid the ticket behind her. “U-uh, nothing important!”

Pinkie tilted her head. “Uh Huh. But if it isn’t important, why are you trying so hard to hide it? Maybe ol’ Pinkie can help!”

Twilight’s eyes darted back and forth as she tried to come up with an excuse. “ this is some correspondence about… stuff. From Princess Celestia,” she lied through a fake smile.

“A letter from the Princess? Ooh, what does it say! Is it about a party? Or maybe a-“

“It’s nothing like that, Pinkie,” Twilight interrupted to shift the topic. “Just a letter saying hello and… and asking about the friendship lesson from last week! Yeah that’s it!”

Twilight, you absolutely suck at lying. I swear, you’re like a child who never figured out how to speak when you do.

Applejack and Rarity were both walking along carrying on a conversation, when they turned our way, noticing the four of us standing in front of the library. While Twilight tried to maneuver around Pinkie, it was obvious she spotted more of her friends incoming and drooped herself in resigned defeat. Applejack was the first to speak.

“Howdy y’all, we catcha at a bad time or is this just poor plannin’ for a party or su’mmh?” She glanced at the purplest of us. “Yer looking might upset there, Twilight. Everything alright?”

Spike metaphorically hovered behind his muse as she blew hair out of her face, sighing dreamily. “Yes, darling. It wasn’t anything unsavory that Aurelius said or did, is it?” Rarity glared daggers at me, obviously still holding a grudge against me from before. “Because I would love to give him a verbal thrashing if you need one.”

“What crawled up your cooter today, Marshmallow, why the attitude? I didn’t instigate any problems today and I’d appreciate you not accusing me of anything.” I wish I could’ve taken a picture of the look of horror on her face, but that wouldn’t be a good memory for anyone but me. “She’s upset because she’s torn between who to give the last ticket to.”

“Ticket? Ticket ta what?” Applejack asked. “There somethin’ fancy goin’ on I’m forgettin’ about?” She pulled at her overall shoulder straps as she leaned in thought. Rarity, though mad at me, changed from a scowl to more of a disappointed questioning look, before a look of abject horror and surprise took hold.

“Hold on a second, that wouldn’t happen to be a ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala, would it!?” Rarity rushed to get up in Twilight’s face. “You simply must tell us how you managed to find tickets! I thought Celestia sent them out personally!”

Twilight sighed, realizing there was no way to avoid the topic now. She took a deep breath and pulled out the extra ticket. “Alright, everypony. The truth is, Princess Celestia sent us tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala. We have four tickets, one for me, one for Aurelius, one for Spike, and one extra.”

The library’s entryway fell silent as the significance of the extra ticket sank in, though I thought it kind of stupid that she didn’t just ask Celestia for one for each friend. Applejack, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie exchanged glances, each of them clearly wanting the ticket but unsure how to proceed. The atmosphere felt thick and palpable, like jelly, and I could have heard a pin drop from how silent it was.

I decided to break the silence myself. “Twilight, did you think to ask Celestia for more tickets for each of our friends instead of just the one additional? Then you wouldn’t have to have anybody fight over getting to go.”

Now I wanted a picture of Twilight’s face for acting so childish over something simple. Her blush stained her usual lavender fur more of a magenta. “I-I didn’t think about that. Thank you, Aurelius for clearing up my indecision.”

Twilight quickly summoned a quill and parchment and had Spike send off a short letter asking for more tickets, which Celestia sent within a few minutes. Almost like she was waiting for Twilight to ask for them. Oh that sly pony princess. Did she originally intend to test her student’s independence?

Rarity seemed miffed that she didn’t get to manipulate Twilight like the cunt canoe she was today, but softened her expression after seeing the four additional tickets. “So kind of her majesty to send enough for all the Elements of Harmony to attend the most prestigious event of the year.”

Pinkie, who was now standing with the rope nowhere to be seen, practically vibrated with anticipation. “Oh, oh! Do you think they’ll need any extra hand with setting up?”

—

The following day, Twilight notified the missing parties of their tickets and how the Gala would go off about a week from today. From the excitement each of the six girls had, I expected it to be something akin to a renaissance festival type of party, with many different foods from cooks, musicians, and artists all around Equestria showing up to sample their latest creations. Applejack thought it the perfect chance to widen her farm’s customer base by preparing all sorts of tarts, cakes, and treats, while Pinkie aimed to show off her party expertise. Rainbow Dash especially looked forward to meeting an athletics team called the ‘Wonderbolts’, to impress them with her daring aerial stunts and score a recommendation into their training school before their next season. I’ve seen some of the moves she’s performed and there wasn’t doubt in my mind that she’d be hand selected.

Rarity was… crazed I want to say. In the coming days, I heard all manner of manic laughter and noises coming from the Carousel Boutique and it was eerie. She didn’t come out for any reason at all and it started to worry everyone, so Spike and I decided it was best to stop by for lunch the day before the event, hoping she’d at least greet us.

“Do you think she might have lost it all cooped up in there? Sweetie Belle says her sister is busy ‘creating like nopony’s business’, but I haven’t been able to see her all week,” Spike worriedly asked from behind his tray of finger sandwiches.

I chuckled. “Honestly, I think she’s just dealing with her excitement as best she can coming up with a dress to impress. This is Rarity we’re talking about.” I paused to shift the canteens. “She’s a little… different when it comes to managing her emotions.”

That eased some of the drake’s anxiety. “Yeah, you’re right dude.” He reached up and knocked on the front door of the boutique. “Rarity, it’s Spike and Aurelius! Are you in there?”

The door creaked open like it hadn’t been shut and revealed a trainwreck of a mess, fabric and fine metal works scattered all over the floor with reckless abandon. Rarity’s cat, Opal, laid lazily up on a privacy screen, batting down at some streamers that were just within reach. Deeper inside, we heard scratching and the telltale sound of scissors being used, which did little to make the place feel as it should.

“D-do you think she’d be mad if we came in to check on her? She never makes a mess like this unless it’s serious,” Spike said, looking up at me.
I just shrugged and stepped in, announcing my presence to the room. “Hey Rarity, Spike and I brought some lunch if you feel like eating. Where are you?”

No response. More noise filled the room, emanating from one of the decorated doors further behind the mess. I set the drinks on an empty spot on a table and explored to find the source of the noise. In a flash, Rarity burst forth from the room beyond the door. She looked a little worn, sweat staining her once spotless black bodice and white puffy blouse, and a particularly sharp odor leaked off of her. Her mane was no better, missing its glossy sheen and usual bounce, all frazzled and barely kept up with a headband.

“I’ve done it!” She exclaimed, directing it at the two of us. “Oh you two would not believe the creativity that has flowed in these walls the last six days! Idea after idea after… it’s simply amazing!” She ignited her horn and wheeled out a clothing rack, a series of outfits covered in white cloth. “It took a little longer than I’d have liked, but our outfits for this year’s Gala are sure to make even the fanciest Canterlot noble’s jaws hit the floor!”

Rarity waited in bated breath, her smile wide as can be. I shared a look with my fellow assistant and picked up one of the canteens I brought, offering it. “Tea, Ms. Rarity? Perhaps a lovely veggie sandwich from our friend Spike?” She looked like she hadn’t eaten in a few days. Her stomach responded for her by growling in a way that would put a tiger to shame.

Rarity’s eyes widened at the mention of food, a steady stream of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. “Oh dear, has it really been that long since I’ve eaten anything? Suppose I have been… preoccupied.” She graciously accepted the offer of food and made her way over to one of the lesser cluttered tables and magically cleared it of the mountain of fabrics and ribbons, before daintily taking a portion of food from Spike.

We ate uninterrupted and enjoyed pleasant conversation. Despite our less than stellar first meeting, Rarity seemed fine, at least she didn’t appear all too bothered. With as much as Sweetie Belle complains about her sister during the tutoring lessons, I don’t see what she’s talking about.

We finished up shortly afterwards, the excitement winding down. Rarity sat back in her chair, rubbing at her stomach as she savored the last of her tea. The refreshments did wonders for the mare, the hollow dullness of her fur simply glowing like a fresh spa trip. “My goodness, it really makes a world of difference to eat after such prolonged fasting, don’t you agree Spikey-wikey?” She gestured at the boy. “I have to say, you both really were at the right place and right time. I've been feeling ever so faint since I locked myself in here, in a manner of speaking.”

“I can’t imagine going a day without food, Rarity, let alone three. You must’ve really been eaten up by the outfits you have planned for the Gala.” His eyes never left her for a minute, both of them filled with adoration. Must be nice for him to feel appreciated in her time of need.

Though I had to wonder… “Say, do you think we could get a preview of what you got in store for us? A comment like ‘jaws will hit the floor’ isn’t something an artist says unless their magnum opus is afoot.” I looked under the table. “Well, ahoof.”
She stood up suddenly, gasping slightly at the idea. “Oh heaven’s, I hadn’t even thought of getting anypony to critique my work. If you’ll both follow me, prepare to have your eyes simple dazzled by my latest creations!”

Rarity led us into the heart of her hub of activity. Though a stark difference from the main lobby, I could still pick out different projects she was working on scattered about in an organized chaotic way. Pony mannequins, or I guess Ponyquins, were stuck in every possible spot by pins, sample pieces of fabric, and half-completed ensambles. The biggest project so far, which caught both Spike’s and my eye, was the clothing rack in the center of the room, covered by a thick blanket.

“Behold!” She started before throwing the blanket off with a huff. “Our masterful outfits for the Gala!”

What we saw was breathtaking: six fabulous dresses for each of the main six girls and two handsomely crafted suits. I couldn’t put my finger on the focal point on any single spot on the outfits, be it the jewels sewn somehow sewn directly into the dresses or the embroidered threading on the suits. The clothes seemed to draw in out eyes like vibrant neon signs, each representing the personality of the ponies perfectly. Even Applejack’s ‘rustic’ cowgirl aesthetic would be hard pressed to not be accentuated.

Spike’s eyes went wide with wonder. “Wow..”

Jesus Christ, it’s like looking at art in a museum. “I knew you were talented, but those are out of this world!” I walked up to feel the fabric of my own suit, shocked by the luxurious feel. “This stuff is like the perfect mix of cotton and silk. How did you do this in such a short time? It’s almost like…”

Rarity preened at our praises, puffing out her chest and rubbing at her muzzle. “Magic? Darling, craft like this comes from over a decade of experience. You pick up a thing or two, especially spellcraft that helps.” She pointed out some white gemstones on a green, nature themed dress. “You see these right here? Pure opalite crystals that were hand-crafted by jewelers directly from Prance. Said to be stronger than steel, but not needles made from phoenix feathers.”

My god, it’s like each detail was made to stand out against all the others. I’d call it gaudy, but that wouldn’t do it any justice!

Rarity floated over some plastic dress covers and neatly stored away the outfits in boxes, wrapped up nicely with a bow. “This year’s Gala is about to be blown away by Ponyville’s own best!”

—

The morning of the Gala came by quicker than I’d’ve liked, but what can you do? As excited as I was, I felt a pit forming in my stomach about the entire event, like something would go wrong and everyone would return home depressed.

Spike, Twilight, and I stood at the train station this crisp morning, signifying that the weather ponies would be bringing about Autumn in the coming weeks. I always did love how the air smelled back on earth, and here was no different. There was almost a charge in the air that begged to be let into your lungs. Each of the girls sat nearby on the benches, chatting among themselves with their outfits and a few bags nestled neatly under the seats.

“And you don’t think it’s weird that Pinkie, Applejack, and Rarity brought so much extra stuff?” I asked, continuing my conversation with Twilight.

“Not at all. Many ponies used the Gala as a chance to advertise themselves and their businesses back when I used to live in Canterlot, though I mostly found that out by passing all the different chefs and other out-of-towners,” she replied. “It’s the one time of the year that everypony who’s anypony strives to shine. I’ve even heard of restaurants that gained such positive feedback that they received a golden hoof rating from critics.”

Spike bounced eagerly. “Oh I’m so excited. I’ve never gotten to go before! I bet it’s going to be amazing!”

I glanced around, taking in the collective buzz of enthusiasm going about the girls, and smiled softly. As much as I wanted tonight to be just like any other, it was palpable the mood they all let off. If this really was their chance to make it big, who was I to down on it?

An announcement came overhead to let passengers know of the train’s arrival and each of the girls quickly gathered up their things to board the train. Their moods never broke, and it eased much of the previous anxiety I had previously. We took our seats and got comfortable for the ride ahead.

“So what’s Canterlot like?” I asked Twilight.

“It’s a very lively city, the capital of all Equestria. Located snuggly on the side of Mount Canterhorn of the Theristria mountain range, it has one of the most life changing views of a majority of the kingdom.”

Spike leaned over from the seat behind us. “I’ll say! You can see the weather from Cloudsdale long before it’s shipped anywhere in Equestria! It’s hard to beat tourism like that!” He pointed out at a storm forming close to the distant mountain range. “Looks like we’ll just miss the rain scheduled for Ponyville.”

Behind the cloud cover, I could barely make out the white stone foundation and towers of our destination.

Twilight nodded in agreement. “While most ponies don’t think much of our monarch’s choice of a city, it actually has quite the history behind it. Despite its gravity defying appearance, the bedrock it’s bonded to sits upon a massive magic well, enabling the builders to form impossibly structurally sound works without having to worry about it crashing to the ground below. Many settlements have tried and failed to mirror the towering city, the sheer elegance of which is worth a trip to see.”

I leaned against the window of our car to try and get a better look beyond the storm, barely making out the towers of said castle. The sight of Canterlot looming so far in the air seemed almost surreal, the spires bathed in the noon sunlight, standing tall against the backdrop of the mountain. I felt small in comparison.

As the train chugged along, the landscape began to change, with the rolling hills giving way to steeper inclines and rockier terrain. The tracks wound their way up the mountainside, and with each passing minute, Canterlot grew closer, the details becoming more distinct. I could now make out the flowing waterfalls that cascaded down from the city, their waters shimmering in the sunlight.

Rarity, who had been quietly observing her surroundings, spoke up, her voice filled with admiration. "There's simply nothing like Canterlot. The architecture, the culture, the fashion-it's all so refined, so exquisite. I've always dreamed of living there one day."

Rainbow Dash leaned back in her seat, arms crossed behind her head, a confident smirk on her face. "Yeah, it's pretty cool, I guess. But tonight, it's gonna be even cooler with us there.
We're gonna make this Gala the most awesome one yet!"

Twilight nodded in agreement with Spike, a small smile on her face as she looked out the window. "Canterlot is a place full of magic and history. The city itself is a blend of ancient traditions and modern elegance. You’ll see ponies from all walks of life—royalty, scholars, artists—all living together in this incredible place. And the castle... well, it’s even more breathtaking up close."

I leaned forward, trying to catch a better glimpse of the distant city through the clouds. The sight of Canterlot, perched so high on the mountainside, seemed almost surreal, like something out of a storybook. The towers and spires gleamed in the sunlight, standing tall against the backdrop of the sky, their grandeur making me feel small in comparison. The train chugged along nicely, the landscape began to change, with the rolling hills giving way to steeper inclines and rockier terrain. The tracks wound their way up the mountainside, and with each passing minute, Canterlot grew closer, the details becoming more distinct. I could now make out the flowing waterfalls that cascaded down from the city, their waters shimmering in the sunlight, and many different colored dots, most likely weatherponies, flitting about the storm brewing at the base.

Rarity, who had been quietly observing her surroundings, spoke up her admiration. "There’s simply nothing like Canterlot. The architecture, the culture, the fashion—it's all so refined, so exquisite. I’ve always dreamed of living there one day."

Rainbow Dash leaned back in her seat, arms crossed behind her head, a confident smirk on her face. "Yeah, it’s pretty cool, I guess. But tonight, it's gonna be even cooler with us there. We’re gonna make this Gala the most awesome one yet!"

Applejack chuckled, tipping her hat back as she relaxed in her seat. "As long as it ain’t too fancy for us country folk. I ain’t too big on all that high society stuff, but it’ll be nice to see how the other half lives for a night."

Pinkie Pie bounced up from her seat, unable to contain her excitement. "Oh, it’s gonna be a blast! There’ll be dancing, and music, and sweets, and all kinds of fun stuff! I’m gonna make sure everypony has the best time ever!"

Fluttershy, who had been quietly sitting by the window, finally spoke, her voice soft but full of anticipation. "I’m just looking forward to seeing the gardens. I’ve read so much about them, and I’ve always wanted to see all the rare animals and plants they have there."

I guess I have plenty to look forward to.

All in all, the train ride took little over an hour. As we arrived at the station and the train slowed its speed, Rarity flagged down one of the staff stationed at the gate from outside her window. The portly pegasus mare nodded and brought over a cart for when we disembarked. I noticed a tag on the cart had Rarity’s name written on it, so there was our luggage taken care of.

Twilight led the way, guiding us through the throng of ponies gathered around the entrance gates to the cars and over to an elegant carriage lot. I didn’t know what to expect from the city, but if a carriage was needed to get to and from our hotel rooms, I figured the city might be comparable to one back home.

The ride of the carriage was enlightening to what Canterlot held for us. The patrols of guards inspired a sense of safety and security as they weaved in and out of the streets laden with ponies of all walks of life. We passed through a market district filled with stalls and stores of untold treasures, many of which made my mouth and ears beg for a taste of the city-life. I couldn’t help but marvel at the city-scape, seeing how some of the buildings seemed to be formed from the rocks that made up this majestic mountain, their alabaster facades gleaming like the purest pearls.

The buildings we passed on our way to the first stop were massive, intricate carvings and stained glass of indescribable designs and fancy gold inlays, which captured and scattered a rainbow of colors along the cobble roads as our carriage was pulled by the taxi ponies. Speaking of the streets, I have never seen such stark difference between the economic status of people. One moment, I’m zooming past a richly dressed stallion and mare combo, the next being a modestly dressed commoner. And through all the scenes, I felt wonder, passion even to pursue some sort of art just to fit in here. As we turned onto a quieter street, the hustle and bustle of the main avenues began to fade, replaced by the serene beauty of a residential district. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and I could hear the distant chirping of birds, a stark contrast to the lively city center. The buildings that called this district their home were much smaller than the bustling center of the market we left behind, each a representation of their owner’s personality. Be it the wrought iron gates or the cozy little gardens they held, it felt homey in a way I had trouble putting into words.

The carriage stopped at a three-story building and we all disembarked to the small hotel. Twilight gave me a knowing look, not at all surprised at my wide eyes. “Canterlot has a way of wowing even the stoic of ponies, so I know all too well how you’re feeling right now, Aurelius.”

“I can see why. It’s all so… so,” I paused to find the words. “Fascinating. Never before have I seen so many people of different walks of life. Ponyville is one thing, but the citizens there have a sort of charm to them that represents a tight-knit community of friends. Here, it’s a whole different ball game. I didn’t expect it to be this… grand.’

Rarity, sitting across from us, nodded in agreement. "Grand is exactly the word, darling. Canterlot is the epitome of sophistication. Even the residential districts have a charm that you won’t find anywhere else. The ponies here take pride in their homes, their surroundings—it’s a reflection of who they are."

Another, more negative thought crossed my mind. “And there’s isn’t a crime-rate here at all? With all the riches and valuable architecture, I doubt there are zero pick-pockets or law-breakers.”

Spike popped up with an answer, his eyes wide with excitement. “Eh, the crime rate here is super low! It’s like, almost non-existent. The royal guards are everywhere, and there’s a ton of security spells around the city that help keep everything safe. Plus, everypony here is really proud of Canterlot, so they wouldn’t want to mess it up.”

Twilight nodded, adding on. “He’s right. Canterlot is one of the safest cities in Equestria. While it might be different from Ponyville, here it’s more about preserving the city’s legacy and keeping up appearances. The residents take that very seriously. I’ll bet even the hardest thief would find trouble making his or her mark without a challenge.” Somehow, I doubted they knew much about the darker side of life, but in keeping up appearances, I nodded and smiled. Better keep the door locked and sleep with one eye open. Who knows what lurks in a dark room at night.

We made it to our rooms unabated, then changed into the outfits Rarity made for us, ready to take on the gala. Even though it wasn’t scheduled until a few hours from now, preparing to take on the night early gave us all time to hunt down a light lunch. In the process of brushing my hair in the bathroom, I heard someone knock at my room’s door. Curious, I opened the door and spotted Spike scratching at the back of his head with a nervous look on his face.

“What’s up, dude?” I asked my little friend.

He looked apprehensive to tell me, but decided to walk into my room and voice his mind. “I uh, don’t know how to tie a bowtie.” Lo and behold, he pulled the mangled bunch of fabrice from behind his back. “Was hoping you wouldn’t mind helping me, since Twilight’s still styling her hair and all.”

I chuckled at him like he was my little brother. Of all the things he chose to be embarrassed by, not know how to do one of the classics just made my night. “Sure thing, little dude. Watch closely.” And so I fixed his dilemma. “All set. And might I say, you look like the talk of the town in that suit-pants combo.”

He blushed a vibrant green while turning his head. “Thank you, man. You look pretty cool yourself,” he remarked while pointing at my jacket.

Now, I’ve never worn anything fancy, unless you count a t-shirt with a vinyl bow-tie printed on it. The outfit Rarity prepped for me was almost more than I could've handled. The satin-like fabric hugged me in a way that almost made the whole thing too tight, but it was loose enough and breathed like nothing else. I couldn’t put my finger on what the exact color was, something like midnight bluish-black with a red tie and maroon dress shirt.

Riding an elevator down, we joined the rest of our party in the main lobby. Looking around at my friends, each was confident and gorgeous looking, almost regal. “Wow. I could almost swear I just visited a fashion show with some famous models. You all look fantastic beyond words.” That made everyone blush. “Let me be the first to say Rarity, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Rarity stammered and tried to dismiss my compliment. “Oh posh, you won’t win any more brownie points with me like that buster. But do go on.”

Everyone exchanged compliments and we decided on to start our night right with a stop at a nearby cafe for some pre-Gala indulgent tea and cakes at Twilight’s suggestion. One of the finer establishments that would have been way out of my price range, but at Twilight’s insistence on paying, I couldn’t say no. The atmosphere simply radiated more of the excitement I expected.

We chatted about the night ahead, Applejack speculating on how she’d rank in the tasting contest that would be held later in the night, I had no doubt that she’d place high up in the ranking. Pinkie pie rattled on about some new party ideas she had.

We finished up smoothly, just in time to make it to the Palace entrance with all the other attendees. The sound of music and laughter filled the air, blended with the conversation of ponies and their friends (and frenemies). Tonight was a big night, and not in the normal sense either. It was a political smorgasbord for people trying to one up one another, and I could just tell there were deals going on behind closed doors, friendships being established or ended.

When we finally walked up those long, red carpet covered stairs, I all at once could behold the grandeurs of the castle in full. The architecture of Canterlot was reminiscent of ancient Roman and Greek culture, but held a twist of elegance that paled in comparison to the palace proper. The inside was split perfectly down the middle, the left half with its gold, white, and red, while the other half held cool blues, purples, and silver. It was something out of a dream. I know it’s the first Gala after Luna’s return, but this is something else!

The girls started to split off their separate ways to enjoy the festivities, agreeing to meet back at the gate when all was said and done. Rarity was the first to head inside, making a beeline towards some contacts she expected to meet tonight, followed swiftly by Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash and Applejack carried covered trays of food into the depths of the castle to be sampled by judges. Pinkie Pie shot off like a metaphorical bullet towards the ballroom, leaving behind a trail of squeals and giggles. That just left me, Spike, and Twilight.

Twilight shook her head with a smile. “Well, I’m off to find the Princess and catch up on old friends. I hope you two enjoy yourselves tonight.”

And then there were two lone, eligible bachelors standing in the entrance looking out of place. The buzz of the evening was all around us and I wasn’t sure what to do.

Spike nudged my side with his elbow. “So I guess it’s just you and me now, huh?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Not for long, I bet. Sooner or later, you’ll be off to service your Mistress Rarity on hand and foot.”

His cheeks flushed and he scowled at me, before realizing I was just joking. “Hey, it’s not like that. I just… want to make sure she has a nice time tonight, y’know?”

“Uh-huh,” I teased, “I’m sure she’ll appreciate her knight in shining scales’s ‘hard work’ too.”

He rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "Well, I guess I should go find her before she gets too wrapped up in talking business. I'll catch you later, Aurelius."

I waved him off as he hurried into the crowd, leaving me alone at the entrance of the grand palace. I figured l'd explore a bit first, maybe find a quiet spot to gather my thoughts before diving right into the festivities.

—-

As far as parties go, I think Pinkie’s ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party topped the grand galloping gala. Rarity talked it up as ‘the most prestigious event of the year’, but it turned out to be just a Renaissance Era themed party, snobbish rich folks included. The Decorah appealed to my inner decorator, but that’s about the only positive thing I could list out other than the food. With the way the servants moved about, you would think the president of the United States came to visit, or someone of similar status. But I didn’t see it like that.

Maybe it has something to do with visiting dignitaries, I don’t know. They probably paid well enough to put forth a show or they just really love Celestia that much.

Even now so late into the party, I still feel out of place. I’d even gone as far to remove myself from any attention by standing against a while in the dining hall, sipping on a rather tasty citrus punch with elderflower petals in it. The closest to any preferential treatment I even got was being greeted by the guards after I entered, a maid commenting on my ‘handsome suit’ shortly thereafter, and that’s about it. Not that I expected the party to be all about me. I had been left to my own devices by the girls I came with, each going their own ways to do. God knows what, which made me feel like chopped liverwurst, and awkward.

I contemplated heading back to my room at the hotel if nothing of interest snagged my attention and it was starting to look more and more like I would only really be here to look around at things. I didn’t know anybody here in Canterlot sans my friends, but even that’s a stretch of the truth, since nobody even bothered to show up and offer a dance or anything. It didn’t help my mood any that the musicians were starting to play something somber from in the ballroom, echoing throughout the palace.

“This is such a disappointment,“ I mumbled to myself. “I guess while I’m here, I could go enjoy the new moons in the garden outside at least.” I have no clue why it didn’t occur to me at the start to go visit one of the things Canterlot Palace is known for, but I digress.

Now, to say anything negative about the arrangement of plants outside would be a disservice to the garden ponies hired to care for the place. The only comparison I could make to describe the sheer magnitude of colors and smells would be like if a perfume shop and a paint shop had a child together. Easily one of the highlights of the evening.

Then all of the peace and tranquility was nearly ruined by a screaming Fluttershy chasing after a menagerie of birds and squirrels. They all scrambled to elude her grasp, many dodging her by hiding in one of the many hedges that made up the wall for a maze. How had I not noticed that thing when came out here?

The look of frustration and longing on Fluttershy’s face, which shocked me as she normally looks so much more reserved and composed. She didn’t even notice me, staring at her from across the courtyard, just choosing to continue her chase while muttering to herself, disappearing into the maze. “I uh, I’ll go over there…” I said, pointing over to the polar opposite direction of the Frustratedshy.

And I thought the plant garden would be a piece of the cake. The statue garden? Was a whole Nother world. The statues themselves were desperately crafted, almost like they were alive. From the individual muscles and fingernails, the pedestals on Pond, which stood. Truly, an artisan masterpiece. Even the ivy, climbing them all were magically guided to accentuate key features I wouldn’t have noticed, on a particular major staff or a stallions breast plate. It felt… Right, I have no other way of putting it. In the stone walkway, oh you’d have to see it to believe it. The statues lined either side of the walkway, making it easier to find my way back to the flower garden after I had my fill of the sights to behold. Truly, a garden worthy of a monarch.

Speak of the princess and she shall arrive, apparently! My journey segued nicely into meeting the solar diarch herself, Princess Celestia. She was accompanied by a similarly tall mare, easily five foot five who had looks to go with her. Maybe some sort of model if I had to guess?

they carried on a conversation while walking, neither noticing me. But the entourage of guards following them sure did, noticing me staring at them from afar. Easy Aurelius, no need to get flustered and bumble your first meeting like an idiot. you've befriended her sister and personal student, so starting a friendship should happen nicely with Celestia. I hope.

I walked up and made the first move so as to break any ice that could potentially exist. "Evening princess, Miss Noble. Lovely to see you too flowers out here in the garden.” I gave a short bow as I entered the talking distance. "Might I say, I didn't think your staff kept such hidden gems out here. It’s almost as breaking as the two of you.”

The unknown mare tittered. "My, how forward of you. If I weren't already taken mare, I might take that as an offer for something more than a friendship.” I stuttered, not intending to hit on her. "Oh relax dearie, I can take a compliment. Thank you very much for improving on my stressful night.”

Celestia stepped forward to look me over. "You must be Aurelius. I take it you aren't enjoying the festivities?”

"Struck the nail on the head, princess.”

“Celestia is fine. I get enough of the formalities during the day court,” she said passively with a smile. “Right now, I am just another pony attending the Gala while my sister rules.”

I turned my attention to the second part of the conversation. “I don’t think I got your name the miss…?” I stuck out my hand to shake.

She daintily took my hand and gave a smile of her own. “Mrs. Fleur de Lis, charmed.” She looked around the garden for something. “ did you not come with a date? When would think a handsome fellow of your disposition would easily charm any filly of your choosing… Unless?”

“Correct on guessing I’m out here alone,” I sighed. “ the friends I came with had their own plans, sadly, but I am managing.” Celestia looked at me with empathy. “It’s disappointing, though, since I figured they would’ve at least want to dance or eat together, c’est la vie.” I should at least be able to hear how their nights went whenever we regroup at the hotel later tonight.

Fleur turned her attention back to the princess. I have to take my leave, princess. You know how it is. Enjoy the rest of the gala for me would you?” She bowed and took her leave.

Celestia and I stood staring into each other’s eyes, her probably sizing me up. Though she only beat me in height by a few inches, it felt like staring into the eyes of a giant. What do I even say right now to a PRINCESS of all people? turns out I didn’t even need to initiate anything. Celestia, despite giving off a standoffish aura, one befitting of authority, she didn’t even look at me twice before starting to walk towards the cobble path towards the statues. “Walk with me, Aurelius.” And so I did.

She let me past the little statue garden over to a pond with pony statue shaped fountains, shooting out streams into the water, where multicolored fish shifted lazily about the bubbles and ripples. “How has Equestria treated you? From the letters Twilight has been sending me, I take it you’re adjusting all right?”

“Other than the harsh arrival, everything’s been pleasant. I’d go as far as to say that everyone I have met has been incredibly pleasant. Although there have been a few hiccups here and there, nothing I would like to complain about heavily.” The memory of my night and the Everfree and the Apple family’s barn collapsing came up in my mind, but I didn’t want to burden her with a trauma dump. Had to stay confident.

“That’s wonderful to hear,” she said gleefully. “And have you had any difficulty making friends, besides my sister?”

I had to think back to my many days here so far. Though it had only been a few months, I couldn’t recall but one time with a cranky donkey where I had difficulty befriending the natives. “I think it would be rather weird if anybody had difficulty making friends here in Equestria. It’s like the land breathes love and tolerance.”

She seemed content with my answer and continued to lead us down the path, looking out over the water at the insects, dipping down for a drink before hurrying back up for their nightly journeys. Alone, fish jumped out, just briefly and caught a scary looking dragonfly in front of us.

Celestial pointed out over the water towards the center of the pond at a glowing light. “Tell me what you see, Aurelius, what do you see when you look around my garden out across the water?”

I felt myself drawn in by the fence orb of light under the pond. “I see…,” I paused, then said the first word that came to mind. “Peace, Celestia. Like everything here reflects the good in the world.”

“Look closer.” A heron poised a ways away from the water’s edge, swiftly impaling a fish and gluttonously scarfing it down. It flew off before I managed to see every detail about it.

“I also see death, nature’s cruel teacher.“

She chuckled. “Yes, some of the animals here get eaten by minor predators. Interesting response.“ She took a moment to rest in the grass under a tree, patting the grass next to her, which I sat on. I shifted my eyes quickly to the diarch and then back to the scenery. Is… she testing me? Gauging my personality based on my responses? Or is this just her way of getting to know me?

“Is there a reason you’re asking me all of this, Princess? I didn’t think of you as the suspicious type.”

She laughed heartily, like a mother catching their child doing something foolish and entertaining. “ goodness, no. I merely thought I’d appeal back the enigma. My sister talks about so much, see if I might get to know you how she does. It does me little good to appear apprehensive to those that inhabit the kingdom, like someone who doesn’t want to spend time with her people.”

I smiled at her. “Never let it be said that Celestia is on approachable. I’m relieved to say that you are much more… More than I originally expected.”

We got up from our rest and continued round the bend of the pond, reaching back to the statue garden.

“Well Aurelius, it has been a treat to spend time with you tonight. Please excuse me, I have to go make announcements for the next event for the Gala.”

My strange dream of that weird man cropped up suddenly, and I thought to ask Celestia. If anybody knew anything about it, it would be one of the rulers. “Actually, Princess Celestia, I have a question for you if you don’t mind a few more moments of your time.” She turned back towards me. “Do you know where I could find someone nicknamed ‘The Alchemist’ by chance?“ At the mention of the name, the princess stumbled, only to be caught by one of her guards.

“Are you alright, your highness?” She nodded and raised herself back up.

Her mask cracked just lately, enough that I was the only one to notice that her expression shifted from that of a kind hearted ruler, to someone much more critical of the person standing before them. Oh shit, I don’t think I should have asked her that!

Celestial cleared her throat. “I don’t believe I know anybody by that name. If you would like, I can have my guards look out for somebody by that title though.” She shifted her expression back to the usual smile. Really hope I didn’t pick open an old wound!

“Oh well, doesn’t matter I guess. I just thought I would ask. Thank you for your time, princess. I enjoyed it,” I swiftly said, dismissing myself back to the party.

“You enjoy yourself now, Aurelius,” she called after me.

—-

“Tell Captain Shining Armor to have his agents watch the human and report back to me ANY and all discoveries, no matter how insignificant. I have a feeling something ill is coming and he might be a key part in all of it,” Celestia ordered one of her guards, who nodded and ran off.

—-

The gala continued boringly. None of the music fit. Without anything keeping me occupied, I felt a depressing atmosphere, what with the near lack of commoners, other than my friends. Snobbish nobles kept to their circles, glancing around to see if any unwelcome ears might take them away for saying the wrong thing, clashed as they were intermingled with the occasional laughter and petty argument. These rich ponies disgusted me. Hardly any smiles. Where is the excitement, the fun little games, the drama? In truth, there weren’t many options for fun other than conversation, food tasting, or looking at decor. Do people really only come here for the social aspect?

I had returned to the ballroom after Celestia’s announcement of the winners for the chef’s contest, of which Applejack earned third place and she happily accepted her ribbon with grace. Twilight was located over on the Dancefloor, and thoroughly enjoyed busting some freestyle moves much to the chagrin of any one standing too close. She moved with the grace of a newborn chicken. Such cringe, but hey, she inspired looks like they were having fun. Having nothing better to do, I grabbed some drinks off a wait staff’s tray and brought them over to refresh her.

“Dang twilight, think about opening up a dance school?” I teased, causing her to slip a little. “Ouch here let me help you up.”

I offered her a glass of lemonade, which she sheepishly took. “Thanks, Aurelius.”

Spike was unaware of anyone but his own dancing, but nodded at me and quickly took a glass of his own. “Not a problem, Twi, you seemed like you needed it. Have either of you seen any of the other girls around here recently?”

The drake tipped his head to acknowledge me, but otherwise kept dancing. Twilight looked around the room at the partygoers, but just shrugged. “Sorry, I was too busy enjoying myself to see where they went. I think I saw Rarity talking to Prince Blueblood over there.” She pointed somewhere out in the crowd. Hah, what a name. I bet he’s a massive prick.

I took a moment to look about the crowd, easily spotting her gaudy piece from over in the circle the nobles made to avoid being knocked over by Twilight’s uber moves. I thought to bring her a drink, And mend the bridge between us. She stood behind a pillar near a small gathering of mayors surrounding one pompous prints, googling and mumbling words of encouragement to herself.

“Get it together, Rarity. Is the chance you’ve been dreaming of since you were a filly! Just go out there and…“ She paused when she noticed me standing next to her. “Oh, what do you want?”

I faked being offended, scoffing. “And here I was, coming over to ask you if you’d like to dance. Would you like either punch or lemonade?” She paused, then pilfered the punch and humphed.

Well, it’s good to see you have SOME decorum. Not that sarcasm is doing you any favors.” She looked my suit up and down. “ and would it hurt you to straighten up your tie? You look like you just came from a nearby alley.”

“Look rarity, I’m sorry to have implied you had ill intents on her first-“ “Second.” “Right, second meeting. I’m socially awkward and I’m trying to be better, okay?” She sipped on her punch and considered my words.

“Is that why you think I’m annoyed at you so often? Ugh, Stallions.”

Confused, I pressed on. “Why else would you be mad? Outside of you sizing me up for clothing, we’ve had little to no interaction.”

She sighed. “… I suppose it’s my fault for not talking to you about this earlier.”

“What?”

“Well with how much you’ve spent with Sweetie Belle and her friends, she talks about you, I thought you’d manipulated her little heart into having a crush on you. She always has such compliments about how nice you are, I… I thought it too good to be true.”

“If anyone had a crush on me, it’d be Applebloom, on account that I saved her life, you goof. I’ve been helping with their homework that Cheerilee gives them and that’s it.” It was no wonder she thought so negatively of me, she’s just doing what an older sibling does. “I would never hurt someone like that, especially a close friends sister. I understand where you’re coming from though, despite not having any younger siblings myself.”

She rubbed her face like I slapped her, remorseful of how she talked to me. “Look, if you want to make up to me, let me help you win the heart of that prince.”

She scowled. “ but how? I’ve been trying since we got here to get him to notice me, but nothing’s working!”

I deadpanned. “Rarity… have you been stalking a prince all night instead of going right up to him and asking for a dance?” I swear to god if she says yes…

She stared about how timing was never right or some bullshit excuse, which I face palms too. I grabbed rarities wrist and pulled her behind me as I walked after Blueblood, who was finally free of any nitwit mares trying to charm him. He walked out into the hallway to preen in a hand mirror, not that he needed it. it was so consumed by it, I thought he might start kissing his reflection the way he didn’t notice us. When he finally did turn back around, he noticed a very apprehensive Rarity before staring up at me.

“So you are the one auntie Celestia has told me about.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, your highness,” I said with a bow. “My name is Aurelius, and this fine girl is Rarity.” He gave us both a look over before returning to his grooming, not looking very enthused.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” he spat.

Rarity gave him as polite of a smile as she could while sweating bullets. “Could you tell me what is so important as to bother me or are we finished here?”

“Well your Lordship, my friend wanted to ask you to dance at the next song, if you wouldn’t mind. It’s been her dream to meet you in person.”

He stood a lot taller, puffing out his chest, a little. “As are all of the fillies who hear of Blueblood. But what makes her so special that I should even give her the time of day and that thing she calls an outfit?” He gestured a thumb at Rarity’s outfit. “ I would rather be caught dead, then be seen next to something so incorrigible. Hardly suited attire for the gala, unlike your well crafted suit, sir.” He humphed and turned to head back into the party. “I wish you both a good evening. Please don’t bother me again.”

Rarity just felt absolutely heartbroken, running off wailing into the halls of the castle, the moonlight cascading off the marble. Chasing after her, I found that she had slumped up against one of the walls, crying into her knees.

In between sobs, she barked at me. “Go away! You ruined everything!”

I slid down the wall to sit next to her. “Now that’s not true. You heard how he talked about you. Nobody worth his position would speak so lowly of someone who admires him so highly.”

She didn’t move, staining her arms with run makeup. “Oh, why did he have to be so…so awful! I thought of anypony, he’d be like the rumors made him out to be.”

“If it makes you feel any better, with a name like his, I kind of figured he would’ve been of a muddy puddle.” We sat in each other’s company as the music from the ballroom shifted tone to a more soft energy one. “Listen, you shouldn’t let some pompous twat determine your self-worth, especially when you’re already an accomplished business owner, have looks that many would kill for, and as loving friends as you do. If he can’t see past his own vain nose what kind of mare you are by just looking at you, then he doesn’t deserve the right to make you happy.”

Rarity stopped crying when I mentioned all the positives, but her stuffy nose made her voice sound sick. She looked up at me slowly. “Do you think I’ll ever find true love like a fairytale? That somepony would want to hold me close and make me feel wanted?”

I nodded. “Most definitely, if you work at it. Relationships aren’t all like a story book.”

She chuckled almost hollowly. “You’re a weird one, Aurelius. One moment bawling my eyes out, the next you’re trying to comfort me.”

Rarity eventually cleaned herself up some and rejoined her friends in the ballroom. I felt conflicted about whether I should join them myself or stay out here to be alone, ultimately deciding to look outside the window at the end of the hall. From up here, I could see out over the garden’s courtyard, where I saw Fluttershy sitting peacefully with a single bird on her finger. She looked worse for wear, sticks and dirt covering her once dress. I had to say, it sort of fit her, given her affinity for helping all her animals like a dryad. Then I felt a cold presence behind me, something ghostly. It chilled me to the bone, making me feel anxious and want to hide.

I turned around to see what was there, only to see a brief glimpse of the man from my dream flash in and out of existence. He didn’t look solid, fitting the ghost image. He mouthed something inaudible, looking over his shoulder like he himself was watching for specters, before fading entirely.

I gripped at my chest, a sharp pain shooting up my arm and resting in my heart, vanishing as quickly as it came. What the FUCK was that?! Did somebody drug the food or something?!

Uneasiness creeped in my chest and I rushed to head back into the party, away from whatever the hell I just saw. In my haste, I accidentally bumped into Spike as I wove my way through the crowd gathering around the center of the dance floor where Princess Celestia stood with Twilight and Princess Luna.

Spike, noticing the look on my face, put a hand up on my thigh. “Whoa dude, you look like you’ve seen a ghost? What’s wrong?”

I looked down at him. “I think I just did, out in the hallway.”

“Wait, what?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. We’ll talk about it later.” My breathing felt uneven and shallow, like I had just gotten done running a marathon. Something felt wrong and I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Celestia began to speak. “Good evening, everypony. I want to thank you all for coming to this year’s Gala.” She placed a hand on Luna’s back, her voice filled with warmth. “As you all know, my sister has returned to us from her long banishment, thanks to my faithful student and her friends.”

The room fell silent, all eyes on the royal sisters. “Tonight is not just a celebration of tradition but a celebration of reunion, forgiveness, and the power of friendship. It is a night to remember the importance of unity, of standing together, and offering second chances. My sister, Princess Luna, has returned to her rightful place, and I could not be more grateful to have her by my side once more.”

Luna bowed her head slightly, a soft smile gracing her lips. Celestia continued, “May this night be a reminder that no matter how much darkness we face, there is always light waiting to guide us back. So, let us raise our glasses and toast to new beginnings, enduring friendships, and the joy of having loved ones near.”

Celestia lifted her hand high, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. “To Luna’s return, to friendship, and to the magic that binds us all together. May we cherish these moments and look forward to many more joyful celebrations.”

A chorus of cheers and clinking glasses followed her words, Luna bashfully turning her head from the majority of the crowd. Many ponies walked up to ask the Princess questions or congratulate her personally. Twilight, who’s attention was on me rather than her teacher, stared at me like I was about to pass out. It wasn’t too far from the truth, what with my head pounding and an overwhelming need to leave washed over me. I felt bile rise up in the back of my throat as I looked down at my hands.

I panted, my vision going a little spotty with a swirl of rainbow colors. Why do I feel so… weird? I-I can’t breathe. Everything…Urk!

I immediately bolted from the ballroom, searching for a toilet, trashcan, something to purge my stomach. I didn’t even make it out the door before I slammed my eyes shut and keeled over, vomiting everything I had eaten that night. It felt like fire pouring out my throat, and in an instant everything felt light. I opened my eyes and felt a warm, wet sensation dripping down my face. I reached up to wipe it away and was shocked when I saw blood staining my hands.

All around me, I heard a voice laughing maniacally. And then like it never happened, I was back in the center of the crowd like nothing had even happened. Twilight was looking up at her teacher in awe.

Okay, what the absolute hell? Did I just hallucinate or something? God my fucking head hurts way too much to deal with this right now. I’ll ask Twilight about it in the morning.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself, and forced a smile as Twilight turned back to me, asking if I was okay. "Yeah, just... a little too much excitement," I said, brushing it off.

The rest of the night went on peacefully, as if nothing had happened. My little group of friends intermingled with each other as we made our way to our carriage, excited to discuss their experiences of the night. Yet, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

—-

Outside of the castle, alone in the famous garden of Canterlot, stood a statue. Ivy clung to the base of this weird statue, wilted and dying, but never falling off. It was a curious sight, nothing like any of the statues of all the famous ponies one would find if they were to tour. It was twisted, chaotic, and it didn’t look like it fit quite right in the mix of all of them. Its species defied all natural law, looking more like a chimeric mishmash of parts from many different species. A single one of its arms was upturned towards the sky, the talons almost trying in vain to palm at the heaven themselves. Wings, one feathered and one batlike, pointed in uncomfortable looking positions off of its long serpent like body, as though it wanted to take flight but never could. Its face held different sized fangs in a gleeful grin, its eyes frozen in a mischievous and sinister manner.

As the night grew deeper and the garden’s silence became ever larger, a faint sound broke through— like the snapping of a twig, an audible crack barely louder than the wind sounded out from said statue. Had anybody been watching, they might’ve noticed the statue’s grin shift slightly underneath the weathering coating it. A thin line appeared, starting at its toes and slowly made its way up to its horns.

The statue to any untrained eye would’ve appeared unchanged, like nothing had happened. But the atmosphere was something else to behold. It felt heavier, sticky, akin to smog. The sound of cracking continued to resonate around the statue, long blades of grass at the base of the statue curling into themselves away from it, revealing the plaque carved into the base.

If anyone read it out loud, they would find that it said ‘Discord, the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony’.