It was bright and early in the new morning of Equestria. Near the center of Ponyville, Carter was in the middle of eating a delicious hay sandwich with a side of coffee inside of Stop ‘n Go. The winter snow had begun to accumulate in large quantities all over Equestria, making it difficult for its citizens to do much work. Carter stared at the steamy liquid inside of his mug, swirling it around with a small spoon and watching the bubbles rise to the top while they spun around like a whirlpool.

Many days had passed since the attack from the evil Pinkie Pie. His wounds had completely healed by now, but Carter was not exactly in the greatest of moods, and it was very evident through his expressions. Flint Masters took note of this by the time he saw the red stallion walk into the restaurant. Flint decided it was time to talk with Carter about the night of his corruption and figure out what was causing him such distress. He proceeded towards Carter, taking off his apron and throwing it over a nearby chair.

“Hey, man. You don’t exactly look too happy.” Flint said, raising the corner of his lip as he talked with Carter.

“I am worried, Flint.” Carter said, not once taking his eyes off of his coffee mug. “I am worried, but I don’t know why.”

“That’s never good. Do talk about it with me, man.” Flint said. “It’s Hearth’s Warming Eve, you shouldn’t be like this.”

“Nah… you wouldn’t believe me.” Carter stated.

“What, about your visions?” Carter perked his head up towards the brown stallion. He was surprised to hear Flint admit to knowing about his strange foretelling powers.

“You know?”

“Man, you don’t think that you're the only one that can do that, do you?” Flint said, raising his eyebrow at the red stallion. “I have been able to do it my whole life.”

“But… how?” Carter inquired.

“The ground beneath us carries the past memories of those who came before us, and the air surrounding our world stores the memories of those to come. It is by this nature that we earth ponies can see glimpses of the past, or future.”

“But, I am not an earth pony. I am an alicorn.” Carter said.

“Ah, but that is all the more reason you are like me. An alicorn is merely a mix of all three types of ponies, combined into one powerful force. You have the magic of unicorns, the flight of pegasi, and the power of earth ponies. It stands to reason that you can read the future.”

Carter was surprised to hear all of this information. Though he found it very difficult to believe, he knew this wasn’t anything like Earth, so perhaps this information that he was receiving was indeed true. Carter turned his head back down to his coffee, picking up the mug with his right hoof and taking a sip of the hot contents.

“Then… maybe you actually can help me with my situation.”

Flint nodded and took a seat next to Carter. He placed his hooves on top of the countertop and made eye contact with the red stallion. The feeling of uncertainty rang in Carter’s eyes, and there was surely an unnerving level of it.

“I want you to tell me what it is exactly that troubles you.” Flint said, lowering his face to a more stern look.

“Well, ever since I came to Equestria, I have been getting random visions of future events in my head. They are always visions of something bad about to happen, big or small. It was what warned me about the threat that me and Rainbow Dash fought off, though not very clearly. These have all happened each day that passes… until yesterday. That was when I got my first glimpse of the past.”

“What about that troubles you?” Flint inquired.

“Usually, I feel very confident to combat whatever threat my visions warn me of. But… when I saw the past, I was filled with fear, as I saw something much greater, much more powerful.”

“What did you see? What was it that scares you?”

“Well, Flint… in order to understand that, I must first tell you about everything that happened yesterday.”

~

“It was bright and early in the morning. I was summoned to the castle to meet up with the rest of the Mane 6 to participate in the special holiday, Hearth’s Warming. At the time, I had no idea what we’d be doing there, but I arrived there and met up with the others, nonetheless. It was by this time that things would get stranger from here…”

Carter walked down the red carpet that stretched across the entire length of the throne room. From there he heard voices coming from the right hallway. He proceeded towards it, knowing that the others were somewhere in that direction. When he turned the corner, he found the Mane 6, along with Spike, sitting in a circle around a somewhat big table. The mares looked to him and welcomed him with loving words.

“Carter, I am so glad you were able to make it!” Twilight shouted.

“Yeah, here I am.” Carter said with a very inexpressive tone. He nodded to each of the mares before pulling out a chair of his own and sitting down to join in with the others. “Though, based on the fact that you are the princess and all, this invitation of yours seemed less like that and more of a mandatory order.”

“Oh, nevermind him, Twi. He is just excited and all.” Applejack said, waving her hoof at the stallion as a sign to tell him to shut up. Carter nodded to the farm pony and proceeded to keep his mouth shut, focusing his attention on what the others had to say.

“Carter, I understand that you have no idea what Hearth’s Warming day is, right?” Rarity asked.

“No, not a clue.” Carter replied.

“Hearth’s Warming is the day we celebrate the unity of earth ponies, pegasi unicorns.” Fluttershy said. “We like to celebrate by having each of us randomly pull out a name for us to go and get a present for. We thought that perhaps you’d like to join us.”

“Sounds intriguing. I am listening.” Carter said.

“We all write our names down and place it in this.” Twilight reached behind her chair and pulled out a small blue bowl. “From there, I will have each of you, one at a time, come up and grab one single name from the bowl. Without showing anypony, your job is to find them a present before Hearth’s Warming, which is in two days. Is everypony clear?”

“Yeah yeah, your highness. Let’s just get on with this thing.” Rainbow Dash said, leaning back in her chair as she faked a bored yawn.

“Geez, Rainbow Dash. Don’t seem too excited.” Spike said, rolling his eyes.

“I am very excited. I just want to get this thing started. I want to know who my special pony is.”

Twilight proceeded to hand out little pieces of parchment paper, along with quills to each of the others, using her magic to speed the process. They all took it from her and wrote each of their names down on their respective parchment. Carter raised his eyes towards Pinkie Pie, who seemed to be making a masterpiece on her paper. He let out a silent laugh, hiding its sound from the pink mare with his hoof in front of his mouth.

As Carter wrote his name, he wondered who he would be getting. It was clear to him that the one he chooses would be random, but that didn’t stop him from making observations. He thought about Fluttershy, but figured that perhaps she would be too obvious. He looked around at the others, who were still finishing their names, except Rainbow Dash, who was kicked back in her chair, waiting for the others to take their sweet time.

The time finally came. Carter, along with the others, placed their parchment paper into the bowl. Twilight placed her hoof over the top opening and spun the contents, randomizing the names. After a couple rotations, she placed it down in the middle of the table and proceeded to pull out the first name.

“As the leader of Equestria, I shall go first.” Twilight said. Rainbow Dash made a mean face, imitating the words of the princess. Rarity jabbed the pegasus in her side after seeing what she was doing. Rainbow Dash immediately stopped her actions and resumed her laid back posture. Twilight pulled out her chosen parchment and opened it up, revealing the name hidden inside. “Hmm… interesting.”

Twilight pointed her hoof towards Applejack, letting her know that she was next. The farm pony reached over and grabbed her parchment. She too revealed the hidden name and read the contents, raising her eyebrow shortly afterward.

One by one, the rest of them pulled out names of their own, many of them giving off different reactions from each other. At the very end of it all, Carter was left with the last piece of parchment left in the bowl. He took a deep breath before reaching his front hoof into the bowl and pulling out the last name. With a deep swallow before revealing the name, he held the parchment close to his face.

Applejack.

He was surprised by this. Applejack seemed to him as the least likely to be picked by him, but he had no choice in the end of it all, considering that he had to pick the last name left in the bowl. He gave off no expressions of any kind, sticking with his stoic face the whole time. Carter did not dare look up at the farm pony, worried that it would give off enough of a hint to ruin the secret. He simply refolded the paper and placed it in his satchel, zipping the bag up before looking back at Twilight.

“Alrighty then, that settles that.” Twilight took the bowl from the table and placed it on the floor to her side. “Your mission is to now find a present for your special pony before tomorrow. We will all meet up at Sweet Apple Acres for the big Hearth’s Warming party once nightfall hits the next day. I hope to see you all there.”

“With that, we were all released to go and scout out for a present. I could not think of anything that Applejack would like while I made my way out of the castle. I tried to think of something, but nothing came to mind. But aside from that, things started to get weird right when I walked out of the door.”

“Carter.”

A whispery voice spoke his name through his ear. The red stallion flicked his head over his shoulder as he made his way across the front bridge with the others in the rear. He was confused, thinking that somepony called for him.

“Did someone call my name?” Carter asked.

“I didn’t hear your name spoken.” Fluttershy said. She looked to the others, who each gave a head shake, denying anything related to that.

“Erm… must just be my imagination.” Carter said, discarding the thought.

“Who did you get, Carter?” Pinkie Pie inquired.

“Pinkie, we musn’t tell others about who we got for our special pony!” Rarity shouted, scoffing at the idiocy that spilled out of the pink mare’s mouth.

“I know, I was just testing him.” Pinkie Pie replied.

“Good, because there was absolutely no way that I would tell you.” Carter said.

“That’s right.” Applejack added.

Carter and the others made their way into the carriage, Princess Twilight and Spike waving to them as it took off. On their journey back to Ponyville, the stallion sat alone, thinking to himself. While the others chatted to each other, Carter spent this time to think about the perfect present for Applejack. His thoughts however proved to be futile, as he couldn’t think of a single present in general for the orange farm pony.

“Carter.”

The whispery voice returned, alerting Carter once again. He looked around at the others, trying to figure out who it was that was calling his name. To his disappointment, all of them seemed genuinely joined in with their conversation, providing no evidence that any of them called his name.

I swear, if any of them are toying with me, I will figure it out sooner or later.

“It wasn’t until I reached the ground when I started looking for the right gift. I headed straight towards the Ponyville Supermarket, hoping that I could just browse through the aisles and find something that would catch my eye. Though I searched and searched, I just couldn’t find anything that I thought she’d enjoy. I was beginning to lose hope, so I decided to head over to Sweet Apple Acres and find some clues towards what Applejack wanted.”

Carter entered through the white gates that guarded the perimeter of the farm. He walked up to the worn down house that the Apple family lived in, approaching the door and raising his hoof to knock on the door. He paused for a moment after hearing some conversations coming from the inside. He placed his ear against the door and listened in on their discussion.

“Granny, are ya feeling any better?” Applejack’s voice was heard at first. Her tone sounded saddened and disheartened, as if something tragic was taking place.

“I am fine, ya whimper-snapper. Let me just lay here for a bit. I’ll be up n’ runnin’ in no time.” Granny Smith said.

“No, Granny. You are in no condition to do anything like that. You will stay here until we see it fit for you to get back on your hooves.”

“Applejack, you are sounding just like I did with my mother. Let me have my fun while I’m still alive.”

“Granny, I will not allow this. I don’t want to lose ya any sooner than I must.” Applejack’s voice seemed to go up an octave, giving off an audible sign that she was on the verge of tears.

“Please, I am not going anytime soon.”

“Granny!” Applejack snapped. A moment of silence fell over the area before Applejacks’ voice was heard again. She said no words, only giving off a couple cries. “Granny, I can’t bear the thought of living without ya. You have been with me longer than I can remember, and I am not ready for ya to go just yet.” A few more sniffles and cries came from the farm pony while Granny processed the young mare’s words.

“Applejack, I ain’t ready to leave anymore than you are, but this is how the world works. I have been very happy to be with you all of these years, but it is soon time for me to leave this world.”

“Granny, I don’t know if I can truly accept it.”

“Ya must, buttercup. I will not rest peacefully until I know that I have yer word that I can die in peace.”

“I… I…”

“Applejack. Promise me. Promise me that you will let me go.”

“*sniff* I promise, Granny.”

“I was left standing on the other side of the door, and I admit that a few tears escaped my tear ducts. I felt like running inside and comforting Applejack in her time of trouble, but I also knew that Granny Smith was right. Applejack had to accept her granny's passing, and it was only a matter of time before that moment came. It hurt me, as I felt as though I too was going through this emotional journey with Applejack, as I became so close to her and her family.
“With nothing left to do, I walked down the numerous rows of leafless apple trees, going through my growing quantity of mixed emotions. It was there when I felt something strong pull me towards a destiny of sorts. I was unaware of what it was beforehand, but once I figured it out, I knew that something… or someone, was calling me.”

“Carter!”

The same voice from before echoed around Carter’s eardrums, calling for the stallion. He looked around the area, searching for somepony in the distance. The voice was heard again, this time louder. It sounded like it came from behind his current position. He turned around and stood in place, waiting for the voice to call out to him once more.

He heard it another time, and he proceeded in the direction of the voice. He was very curious as to what was calling out to him, anxiously wanting to find answers. It was now very clear that it was something otherworldly that called his name. The voice appeared again, this time louder. He was getting closer.

Carter soon found himself in the middle of a large group of apple trees. He searched around for the source of the voice, but could not find any living creature. However, what he did notice stole his attention in a flash. The creation of a large tree stood in front of him, though its fruit was strange. The tree was an amalgamation of both an apple and a pear tree. Their trunks wrapped around each other in a way that made it wear both of their respective fruits grew from the same bunch of leaves.

Carter found himself rather perplexed by the sight of this amazing creation. But things began to increase in strangeness once he first laid eyes on it. The voice called out for him once again, but it was paired by loud shouts in the background. While the original voice called out for Carter at random intervals, the violent screams and shouts remained constant in his ears.

The red stallion flinched at the unnerving voices that filled his head, and they only grew in volume and intensity with each step he took towards the tree. He wanted to turn around and run away, but something felt compelling to Carter, making him continue his way towards the natural wonder. He began to squint and lower his ears after hearing the screams at an almost ear piercing volume. He was so close to the tree, but the intensity of the voices halted him from proceeding any further.

What in the world is going on!

With no other reasonable options, Carter held his hoof up and placed it against the bark of the tree’s trunk. In the blink of an eye, the once painful intensity of the screams coming from all around the stallion faded into nothing. He recovered his normal breathing, keeping his hoof on the tree.

Is that it? Was this all it wanted me to do?

Carter’s body pulsated violently and shook with extreme force. His eyes went pale as another vision pierced through his mind. His screams of pure fear echoed throughout the farm, alerting the nearby ponies.

In his mind, Carter watched as a pony couple were torn apart by a pack of bloodthirsty timberwolves. The mother, a cream colored earth pony with a bright orange mane, screamed out in agony as the wooden creatures ripped her apart. The father, a yellow earth pony with a red mane, tried to fight the timberwolves as much as he could, reaching out for his mate. The two ponies were forced to endure the pain and await their timely deaths.

All of the sudden, the timberwolves turned towards the same direction, retreating into the Everfree Forest after letting out a few whimpers. The two ponies laid on the ground, bloodied and beaten. Another creature appeared from the shadows where the timberwolves looked to, approaching the injured ponies. Though its entire figure couldn’t be completely recognized, Carter could tell that it did not look anything like a pony. A devious grin came over the creature’s face.

From there, the vision changed to a different location. It showed glimpses of hundreds of near-dead ponies of all kinds locked up in cages. Some strange force appeared to suck the energy out of all of them, leaving each and everyone of them to sit in their cages and endure the pain. The outskirts of the landscape looked to be that of hellish brimstone and crystalic exterior.

“Go, now! You must go!”

“From there, my vision faded away, leaving me on the dirt floor of the farm. By the time I awoke, I heard Applejack come running towards my location, probably curious as to who trespassed into her home. I fled the scene, left with nothing but questions.”

~

“I know very little about what that vision told me, but I do believe it was a call for help. I can’t be sure, but I fear as though something evil is still lurking within Equestria. I believe that, perhaps, I need to go there.” Carter said.

“Where? Where do you feel like you need to go?” Flint asked, intrigued by all of the information that Carter offered. “Where do the visions want you to go?

“I don’t know where exactly, but the vision did speak of one word that stuck in my head like glue.”

“And that is…?”

“Tartarus.” Carter said, feeling almost intimidated by the word alone.

“Tartarus!?” Flint was perplexed, raising his eyebrow as high as it could. “Carter, you can’t be serious! Do you have any idea what that place is!?”

“Only from legends in my world. I know it isn’t exactly the best place to go for something like this, but then again, where else would this happen?” Carter moved his head closer to Flint’s, staring at him with a serious expression present on his face. “Think about it, Flint. If there really is something bad happening in Equestria, then Tartarus would be the best place to hide.”

“Carter, this is madness!” Flint shouted. “Tartarus is highly protected. There is no way that anyone could’ve gotten in there without being noticed.”

“Do you have anything wise to say in order to stop my actions? Have you ever had a vision lie to you, Flint?”

“I… I…” Flint knew that he was beaten. He didn’t want to accept it, but knew that there was nothing he could do or say to stop Carter. “Damnit, Carter. I can’t allow this.”

“Flint, hear me out.” Carter lowered his voice and waited for Flint to calm down. The dark brown stallion sat back in his chair and crossed his forelegs, nodding to the red alicorn. “Those two ponies I saw in my vision, I don’t know how, but I feel like I recognize them. I don’t know why I feel like this, but I feel as though all of the previous events happening to me correlate with this threat. I feel like there was a reason I got Applejack, which is the reason that I went to the strange tree, which is the reason I got that strange vision. I feel… I feel like it’s destiny.”

“Carter, do you even know what you are going to do down there?”

“I don’t. My only hope of succeeding with this unplanned mission of mine is praying that my visions lead me down the right path. I must find whatever that creature was. If not, it will all be worth nothing.” Carter said. “I don’t understand this anymore than you do, and quite frankly, I am unsure about this. But I am determined to follow through with this, nonetheless."

Flint Masters looked down with his bushy eyebrows furrowed above his eyes. With a moment of silence given for thought, the brown stallion looked up at Carter and nodded.

“Very well. I will not stop you, but I must advise you to take extreme caution. Tartarus is not a place that will take kindly to your arrival. They will not let you enter unless you have a good reason to be there. So, unless you get a direct order from Princess Twilight, there is no way that you’re going anywhere near Tartarus.”

“I understand that, Flint. I agree with you on that. If I am to go there, then I must find a way to enter… but how?” Carter said, raising his eyebrow and placing his hoof against his chin.

“Another word of caution, Carter.” Flint started. “I would strongly suggest that you find some allies. I know that you prefer to do things solo, but if you truly come across something evil down in Tartarus, then it is more than likely something of extreme power.”

“You may be right, Flint. I will take your words in with warning.” Carter said. The red stallion got off of his seat and laid the gold coins for the food on the countertop. He turned around and headed towards the doors. He was stopped after Flint grabbed his foreleg.

“Carter,” The red stallion turned his head just slightly towards the brown alternative. “Whatever the spirits want you to do, please be careful. I know what it is like to want only the best for others, but there was a time I too lost someone I loved because of it. Though some things might look just from first glance, you must see the whole picture before you act upon your decisions.”

“You do not know my past.” Carter said. “I will do what is right, no matter the consequences.” He looked back at the door. He tried to step closer to it, but Flint’s grip tightened around his Carter’s leg.

“If there are consequences, then is it really the right thing?” Flint said. “I know what you have lost and I know the pain you felt when you watched them die, but you cannot let it corrupt you. If you let it, you will never recover.”

“What do you know about my pain, Flint?” Carter turned his head towards the stallion, staring him in the eyes with his stoic look.

“I will show you.” Flint Masters placed his hoof atop Carter’s forehead and applied some force through it. His hoof began to glow blue, charging up a massive amount of magical energy.

“What are you doing?” Carter inquired, feeling almost nervous thinking about Flint’s intentions.

“I am showing you what truly happens if you give in to your anger.”

In an instant, Carter’s mind was filled with images of Flint’s past, which presented itself in full to the red stallion. The pain and emotional struggles felt throughout his life poured into Carter’s soul, making the apathetic human feel something he never wanted to feel again. The pain of losing a lost one. The visions flew by in an instant, yet it felt so long.

A young Flint Masters appeared beside a mare, who’s fur glistened with yellow and her mane a nice orange. The two of them were enjoying a peaceful afternoon in their home, drinking from a glass of wine which rested in their hooves. The couple laughed and showed signs of happiness with each other's company, giving Carter familiar feelings like the ones he felt when he was with his family.

Unforeseen to anyone, a dark black stallion stormed into their home, busting the door down to the floor and trampling its wooden features with his hooves. The young Flint Masters got up from the seat which he sat upon and stood in front of the mare, protecting her from the evil stallion in standing in front of them.

A great battle went underway, Flint and the dark stallion clashing with violent punches and kicks. Blood flung around the room as the dark stallion seemed to be winning the battle. The mare began to panic and fight alongside Flint, but the brown stallion pushed her aside and sent her flying across the room. The dark stallion grinned and took the time to charge up dark magic within his horn.

As Flint watched the stallion point his horn at his mate, he reached out with his hoof and broke the appendage. The dark stallion, though sent falling to the ground in pain, laughed maniacally as his magic shot out towards the green mare. The aftermath of the bright light that followed once the dark magic came in contact with the mare left nothing but dusty remains of Flint Master’s mate. Flint ran over to where his mate last stood, waving his hooves through the dust that laid before him.

The dark stallion teleported away from Flint’s location, nowhere to be seen. As Flint Masters stared down at his now disintegrated mate, an unnerving amount of rage and raw hatred seeped into his soul. The desire for vengeance overtook his mind, taking control of him like a parasite. He stood up from where he stood, wiping the blood from his mouth with his hoof and making his way out of the house.

The vision quickly shifted over to a future moment. Flint Masters set hoof in a small village. He saw the dark stallion off in the distance, sitting upon his throne and laughing maniacally. Flint walked up to him, a look of anger and a desire for vengeance swept over his face.

Once he came into view, the dark stallion laughed and looked down upon Flint. With no time wasted, Flint took a javelin from his side and threw it towards the dark stallion. He dodged the weapon before it could penetrate him. As the two prepared for battle, the dark stallion’s wife and daughter came out and stood in front of Flint, protecting the father from harm.

Flint, feeling nothing but vengeance, had no sympathy for the two innocent ponies and drove his blade straight through them, forcing his way towards the dark stallion. The blood that left their bodies spread itself across Flint’s fur coat, tainting it with its red colors. The dark stallion’s once maniacal and vicious behavior immediately changed, switching to one of fear and injustice.

The surrounding citizens of the village ran to his side to protect their leader. One by one, their numbers fell. Ponies, stallions, mares and foals alike fell to the blade the Flint wielded. Their blood spilling out onto the ground, soaking the soil with their bodily fluids.

As it came down to just him and the dark stallion, Flint held his blade to his enemy’s head. The dark stallion lost himself, crying out loud and begging for mercy. Flint stared down upon the dark stallion. Through his darkened eyes, there was no mercy. The blade struck the dark stallion, killing him once and for all. The vengeance, his vengeance, was now fulfilled.

As Flint stood in the blood-soaked battlefield, he regained his thoughts. He looked around at all of the dead bodies that laid before him. He was appalled by what he had done. Flint came to the realization that he had just murdered an entire civilization. By his own hooves, he killed the entirety of the village inhabitants.

He fell to his hindlegs and looked up at the sky. He saw his mate’s face, but her expression was one of disappointment and sadness. Flint couldn’t bear to see her anymore, staring at the ground and driving his hooves into the soil.

“My sweet Carrot Top... it was at this moment that I had realized that my desire for vengeance was not the right answer. He may have deserved his death, but the consequences were greater than anypony could have fathomed.” Flint looked straight at Carter. “After that, Princess Twilight took me in and placed me as Leader of the Order of Harmony, making me serve as protector of Equestria in order to pay for my crimes. I lost myself while I sought vengeance. You mustn’t act upon your anger. You will get lost in it.”

“I know, Flint. I have felt it, too.” Carter replied. “I understand the mental pain that falls upon me every time I take one’s life. I never wish to do it, but it fills me with anger and hatred everytime I do, nonetheless.”

“Carter… just, do your best to control yourself. We did not choose this path, but we must find our way past it. That is something you can never forget. That is why we show you friendship. There is good in this world, and there is bad. Stick with the good and you will never regret anything.”

“I understand, Flint. I will not fail you.” Carter was then allowed to head out of the restaurant. His mind was filled with many thoughts. Was it really worth fighting this creature? Flint was right about many things; everytime Carter fought, he felt himself lose control, and now that he knew about the Darth Spawn, then it was perhaps unwise to fight.

Carter thought about the situation at hand numerous times, devising many plans to eliminate the potential threat while also keeping himself sane in the aftermath of it all. He knew that he would have to fight, just not out of anger. But how he would accomplish both tasks was beyond him.

It suddenly hit him. The night of the evil Pinkie Pie’s attack was his answer. Unlike the times he fought, whether it was in war or after watching someone he loved die, his fight then was not out of vengeance or rage, but rather friendship. While he fought alongside Rainbow Dash, he found himself fighting to protect her rather than seeking the enemy's death simply for satisfaction. There was no need to resort to anger while he fought alongside somepony else. It was like he said with Twilight, it gave him a purpose to fight. But now he saw that it was more than that. It was the RIGHT reason to fight.

It was at this moment he knew he had to find allies that would be willing to fight alongside him. He thought about getting aid from the Mane 6, but he thought it unwise to do so, especially knowing that Hearth’s Warming was just around the corner. It would just be something added to their already full plate. He would need other means of allies.

… I know just the ones.

He stared off into the distance, his mane flowing through the wind. If he really was to fight, he would need aid from an unusual source.

Author's Note

Getting set up for yet another exciting part of the story. Expect an unusual threat to appear in the chapters to come.

As usual, comment if ya want.

Peace,

-MCX