not long there after

Nocturnal woke up again. It was hard to remain unconscious when you were being shaken lightly and someone patted you lightly on the cheek.

"Are you all right, Mister Wanderer?"

How could everything be okay? He had just found out that he had been unconscious for 200 if not 500 years. Petrified in a forest, forgotten by the world, by time ... by the night!

"Nay, nothing is right with me"

this statement came without Nocturnal having to think about it. he sounded dejected, straightened up again, although the doctor wanted to push him back to bed.

"I've been falsing 'round longeth enow and doing nothing! i has't to... I has't to..."

yes what did he have to do? he didn't know what to do. all the time he had lived his goal was to come to equestria, to meet the princess of the night ...

"I has't to rep'rt to mine own broth'rs. Wh're is the nearest wand'ring blade headquart'rs 'r outpost?"

The doctor looked at Nocturnal and seemed to be thinking. The Germane accent didn't make it easier to understand what he was saying.

"I'm sorry, but I've never heard of an organization called the Order of the Wandering Blades."

That was impossible! The wandering blades were never many, but their traditional red robe with gold rims was widely known. Wherever nocturnal had gone, when there was a problem for a trustworthy mercenary, ponies came to him. Everyone knew that a Wandering Blade would never ask for too much, and would always be reliable and honest.
A place to sleep, something to eat, a silver coin here and there and, in the most difficult cases, a gold coin. Blacksmiths offered their work for Wanderering Blades sometimes for free when they mentioned their names in the neighboring villages, or when they killed a monster with a particularly good blade.
That reminded him of something.

"Wh're is mine own blade? wh're art mine own belongings. Giveth t backeth to me immediately!"

Doctor Soon looked at his clipboard and read a little before answering.

"When you were admitted here there was no sword with you. But your things are safe until you leave the hospital."

Nochturnal wasn't entirely satisfied with the statement and snorted slightly. But sat down again. He couldn't do anything while these two "security guards" were at the door.
And they had moved as he got up. Just slightly, but they must have thinking he would do something

"Good now then. how longeth doth i has't to stayeth h're bef're i can wend?"

Dokter Soon got up and with his magic let several instruments fly to him, which Nocturnal only vaguely recognized.
One was a stetoscope, he had seen something like that, but it looked... different. but what was this funny funnel on a stick for? and what were the wooden sticks for?
And what kind of weird metal cylinder with a glass in front was that?

"Please don't be afraid. There have been some advances and developments in medicine. I will now examine the oral cavity, take a look in your ears and do simple tests. Then we will decide whether you can go or have to stay."

Nocturnal looked suspiciously at the doctor as he put the Stetoscope on and placed it against Nocturnal's chest.

"Okay, please take a deep breath, then exhale slowly."

Strange but okay ...
Nocturnal followed the instructions, and took a deep breath, holding the breath for a second, then slowly let it out.

"Very good. I don't hear any problems with your lungs. The heart also beats steadily, if a little quickly. Probably the stress."

Now he took this strange funnel and walked next to Nocturnal, shoving this funnel into his ear.

"Ear canals are also free. Now the eyes ..."

He went to Nocturnal and wanted to remove the eye patch from him.

"Thee wonneth't doth yond 'r i'll breaketh thy hooves!"

The doctor flinched and looked at him, a little shocked.

"I has't not an eye th're yond needeth to beest examin'd."

His accent came out clearer again. At some point Nocturnal had to learn to control the accent.

"Ah i see. Okay then only one eye."

He took the metal cylinder and held it in front of Nocturnal's eye ... and suddenly it was incredibly bright.
Nocturnal screamed, kicked the doctors instrument out of his magical grip and kicked, sending the doctor across the room.
The two security guards saw this and wanted to bring him under control.
But Nocturnal, now able to see again, gave way to the first, gave the second a chin hook, then kicked again after the first and flapped his wings to change direction in flight to escape from the room.
Outside in the corridor, other patients and hospital staff shrank from him, and he had to make a decision. There were fewer ponies on the left, so he ran along there.
Another security colt moved in the way from him, but Nocturnal slipped under him, tearing him off his hoovs.
What kind of strange building was this? and how light was it here without candles? Was that magic?
Probably.
He came to a strange-looking counter, behind which the mare from earlier was sitting. He slid in front of the counter, jumped over it, grabbed the mare and pushed her to the floor.

"THEE. Wh're art mine own belongings? leadeth me to thee and i shall not both'r thee"

He hated threatening mares. It was a sign of weakness and dishonorable, but at the moment he had no choice.

"Please don't harm me! They are here! There in this closet!"

Ah how accommodating!
Nocturnal went there, ripped open the closet and ...
no the door was locked.
damn it!
Just as he was about to turn around he saw the mare rush next to him and unlock the closet.
After taking a look into his saddlebags - nothing was missing, blessings to the Princess of the night - he threw on his suit, the saddlebags and the empty scabbard, looked at the mare and bowed.

"I'm extremely s'rry yond i threaten'd thee, m'lady! i wouldst compensate thee, but unf'rtunately i has't nay m're than this silv'r coin yond i can doth without"

With these words he lay down a silver coin in front of her, than he jumped across the counter, in the direction of a window, which he smashed with a chair and then jumped out of there.

In a Royal guard barracks not far away

"Attention and listen!" An officer yelled into the barracks, "There was a situation in the hospital. A Batpony injured four ponies there, took one of the nurses there hostage for a short time and fled out the window."
The officer had full attention of all Guards.
"He wears a red coat with a golden rim, and is obviously trained in hoof-to-hoof combat, but also seems to be able to hoovle swords. He's confused, he's dangerous, let's get him off the streets before he hurts more ponies."
One soldier raised his hoof, "Sir, what if he notices there is a shield over Canterlot?"
"Unknown. But he will probably not be captured that easily. And well... Your job is to capture him. So get out there and get him! DISMISSED!"

towards noon

This capital was confusing.
Everywhere ponies, decorations for the mentioned wedding, he understood the accent that these ponies spoke only badly and now there were gold armored guards everywhere!
And he could see a shimmer in the sky, which indicated a magical barrier.
He was trapped.
Okay, not optimal, but not bad either.
He just had to avoid the guards until he found a way out.
He was just in a side street and tried to make sense of everything.
Petrified for 200 to 500 years ... no more wandering blades, or at least they were unknown here, and a large castle where the princesses are supposed to live.
That would explain the sheer number of guards and the magical barrier. Was the city besieged?
He would have to find out.
Nocturnal stuck to the shadows, crept through the dark side streets wherever he could, was fast as the wind where it couldn't and hardly attracted attention. These ponies were quite carefree, so he could rule out a siege of the city.
At one point he was able to get to the city limits. There was nothing to be seen around the city.
Very strange.
Why maintain a magical barrier when there was no threat?

"Stop! On behalf of Princess Celestia!"

Princess Celestia's guards! That explained the golden armor. Gold like the sun.
When the two came up to him and stretched their spears in his direction, Nocturnal took a closer look at the situation. Behind him was the city wall, but he practically got up on top. before him two guards, a Pegasus, a unicorn.
and they were both far too close.
Must be newbies.

"Alloweth me wend and i shall not harmeth thee"

The guards looked at him in confusion and looked at each other.
Yeah, definitely not long Guards.
one did not take one's gaze from one's opposite. With a quick movement Nocturnal had torn the spear of Pegasus, whirled it around, hit the unicorn in the snout with the blund end, so violently that the guard went to the ground, unconscious but alive. The Pegasus, now unarmed, raised its front hooves, but then the spear flew and pierced the left wing. a painful hit, but not life-threatening.
Nocturnal stood next to the screaming guard. He had that look on his face. that many seems to have when they think their time has come.
This guard was lucky.
Nocturnal bowed slightly, then spoke calmly

"F'rgive me, i did see too late yond thee did want to surrend'r. Thy did hurt wast unnecessary"

nocturnal reached into his saddlebag with his snout and placed a small vial of golden liquid in front of the guard, a little out of reach.

"Yond's all of the healing potions i still hadst. prithee accepteth t as mine own colours, but drinketh not t while the partisan is still in thy wing"

With these words nocturnal galloped on without looking back again.

The sun sets, the moon rises

Nocturnal had already had a few bump ins with guards that evening. But apart from the first two, he had been able to avoid further injuries.
Either the guards were poorly trained and new to their jobs, or anyone could become a gaurd.
A part of Nocturnal found that very disappointing. A good fight would have been great. Now he was hiding in the basement of an empty house. he would have to spend the night here.
In the candlelight he began to write in his Jurnal, reporting on the events.
But when he wanted to write down the date, he didn't even know what day it was today.
and a page before ...
a page before was forever ago
But at least the moon was as beautiful as it was back then. He could see hin trough a window.
Maybe he just imagined the mare when he thought he was dying.
Possible.
Everything that had happened was in the journal now.
"Yesterday" in terms of memory and what he beleved to had happen and today.
Until he got the date, it would simply be day .
His stomach growled.
apart from the exceptionally good breakfast, he hadn't eaten anything.
well he couldn't change it, so he put out the candle and let the darkness envelop him.
He would rest the night and study the stars and the moon, admire them, and thank them that he was allowed to see them again.

He woke up around noon

Loud screams and the sound of impacting projectiles woke him up.
Nocturnal knew these noises.
A city in need, invaders within the walls, heavy artillery that put everything down.
But where did they come from? and who attacked?
Anyway, fight was fight, and this was apparently the capital of the two sisters.
He would be there for the fight.
With a goal in mind, Nocturnal ran outside. The magical barrier had failed, there were black dots in the air and some fell to the ground, but this seemed to be intentional.
When he has oriented himself, Nocturnal could see fire, civilians were herded together, guards fought against opponents in black armor.
No...
not armored ...
Bug ponies ...
How strange.
Nocturnal ran and looked around. His cloak seemed to attract the attention of the enemy and he quickly had three of the enemies behind him. When they attacked he dodged them, fighting hoof to hoof with them.
Ducted under a blow from the left, dealt one straight out and blocked one on the right, bucked behind him to hit one.

"Thee cowards. doth thee has't nay hon'r in thy corse?"

These creatures didn't seem to care.
And now they shot around with sticky slime!
okay that was it nocturnal had enough of it.
He kicked one of the attackers in a dishonorable region, grabbed him and then threw him at his two comrades.
That helped.
Now free from the fight, Nocturnal sprinted into a side street, where he found a blacksmith!
But this one didn't seem to have any swords.
Damn it.
But there was a guard there, injured and barely conscious, suraunded by four of thus creatures, all dead.
Nocturnal pulled him into an apartment nearby, looked at his injury.

"I am s'rry, hon'rable guardscolt, but th're is nothing i can doth f'r thee. Thee shall kicketh the bucket.
what is thy nameth?"

The guard looked at him in panic and said weakly

"my name is Thundering Hooves"

Nocturnal took the sword that guard had with him and held it in front of him, bowing slightly.

"Thund'ring hooves, i'll taketh thy sw'rd. From this moment on 'twill beest nam'd aft'r thee, and with its holp i shall tryeth to receiveth thy revenge from as many enemies as possible. T shouldst gust the blood of the foe until th're is nay m're of those folk. Aft'r yond i shall carryeth t to thy barracks and bid thee about thy sacrifice"

Thundering Hooves hadn't heard everything anymore, unfortunately he died too early, but it was now clear to nocturnal what to do.
First he looked after Personal belongings, wich he put in his saddlebag, together with Thundering Hooves coins. Now he needed something he could take so his follow guardscolts wold be able to confirm his dead. But what could nocturnal take without howling around to much load?
Ah this metalplates on a chain around his neck. It looks like there where his name ingraved. That should do. Nocturnal bound this metalplate with some fabric onto the swords crossguard.
Now He stormed out looking for enemies. and he found them everywhere.
There were some who wanted to kidnap a family and he struck them down, there were others who surrounded the guards, and these too fell victim to the sword of Thundering hooves.
Nocturnal felt it.
He felt the blade.
He knew he would miss this sword when he had to return it.
But now he didn't think about it. He turned, flapped his wings, kicked and thrashed. These enemies weren't the strongest in combat, but they were numerous.
At one point Nocturnal rammed the sword into the ground. He, his clothes, the sword, and the ground around him were soaked with green blood, and the innards of these creatures lay around
He had a few wounds himself, but he screamed at the top of his throat

"THEE SHOULDST FALL TROUGH MINE OWN HOOF, I AM NOCTURNAL WAND'R'R, A MEMB'R OF THE WAND'RING BLADES AND THOU ART NAY A MATCHETH F'R ME!"

He flew onto the roof of a house and raised the sword with his hoof towards the sky, towards thus strange creaturs.

"SQUARE ME! SQUARE ME AND KICKETH THE BUCK'T THEE RASCALS SCUM!"

Of course, the enemy wouldn't come down, and in the air he was inferior to them. But out of the corner of his eye he could make out a new target.
The hospital.
He recognized it because he could take a look at it as he escaped.
It was under attack and the guards there seemed to be having a hard time taking it.
Well, apparently his sword was needed after all.
Flying was too dangerous so he jumped from roof to roof and only glided for short passages.
In front of the hospital he met fierce resistance.
Both the guards and the creatures fought for the entrance.
But these guards seemed to be a little better trained than the ones who had hunted him. Still, he could help a lot here.
The blade went through the enemy, blood flowed, limbs followed, whom He was not afraid to kill. After all, that was his daily bread, at least back then.
When he had fought his way to the guards, this wave of opponents withdrew.
The sight was hard to bear because the morale was really low.

"Doth not despair, mine own broth'rs in arms. this foe may beest num'rous, but that gent too shall has't to giveth up at some pointeth. We shall did cost that gent so much blood and did sweat yond that gent hast nay choice but to giveth up his planeth with this sanat'rium. We shall protecteth the ponies presenteth h're and if 't be true t costs us our liveth. We has't chosen this life, we has't enclos'd t with our hearts.
as longeth as a dropeth of blood shouldst floweth through our veins, we shall protecteth this building! i am with thee, who is't is with me?"

Nocturnal was a little proud of that speech. It would certainly kindle the fire of fighting spirit in these guards and they would ...
they would look at him in confusion.
how unpleasant.
Apparently that strange accent was all these soldiers could do.

"Woe to me, so much did waste breath and so dram did gain. Beest yond as t is, i shall square and hon'r mine own 'rd'r"

Another wave was preparing to attack the hospital. and Nocturnal bit the hilt of the sword again. He was ready, even if a little exhausted and wounded, everything he had learned so far had been put to use. He remembered the first time with a sword. As the blood ran down the blade, it reached down to his snout. He had dropped the sword in disgust.

"Doth not refuseth the blood thee has't taken, disciple, tasting this blood of thy foe is parteth of being a sw'rdscolt. If 't be true thee liketh not yond, thee can switcheth to lance square'r 'r learneth to square with a glaive. The sw'rd is m're elegant, but t calleth f'r a m're intimate encount'r. Thee receiveth v'ry closeth to thy foe while fighting. and thou art v'ry closeth to that gent at which hour that gent dies 'r doth take thy life. beest eft f'r t. Blood is the juice of life. At which hour thee taketh someone's life, t flows out through their blood. by tasting the blood thee can gust his life. Beest grateful f'r this gift and beest eft to giveth t at which hour thy timeth cometh"

The memory of his old master and his words came and went in an instant, then he was fully back to himself. he tasted the blood of these enemies more than clearly. it ran through his teeth right into his mouth. and even if it didn't taste particularly good, he would endure it, that's how he had learned it.

This wave of enemies was great, but hesitant. Chances are these creatures didn't expect such stubborn defense.
Or maybe it was the sight of the bat pony in the first row that put them off.
Covered over and over with the blood of enemies and his own, Nocturnal had to look like a monster.
And he used that by starting to growl.
Even more so, he was moving towards the enemy.
Acting often won more battles than the fight itself, by breaking the moeal of the enemy, sadly, the guardscolts backed up too.
Then a slightly larger creature stepped forward, the same size as nocturnal with a black blade and a slightly longer mane. It rammed the sword into the ground in front of it, and so did Nocturnal.

"I am Kallaxia, Commander of the third attack unit and report directly to my Queen Chrysalis. Tell me your name, stranger, on which I can write it on your tombstone."

This thing was a mare? And it could talk with that strange accent?
Interesting. Nocturnal hadn't expected that.

"I am a nocturnal wand'r'r. Memb'r of the ord'r of the wand'ring blades. This building is und'r mine own protection, and i shalt defend t until the lasteth dropeth of blood hast flow'd from mine own veins"

Kallaxia began to smile, looked down at nocturnal, but only briefly.

"I see you killed many of my subordinates. My respect for that, but you realize that I have to take your life now?"

Now it was Nocturnal's turn to put on a show. He just bowed his head and grinned broadly, showing the blood on his teeth, showing his fangs.

"Tryeth me, i wonneth't backeth down"

Both opponents bit into the handles of their blades and began to circle each other. After a few steps, the creature's horn lit up and both found them in a ring of emerald green flames.

An arena just f'r our danceth. How wond'rful! i desire this square goeth on f'r a while

The two completed a circle, observing their counterparts, looking for weaknesses, for openings. Nocturnal knew that Kallaxia had more advantages on her side.
She wasless exausted, and probably knew more about Batponies than he did about the creatures in front of him. He only knew how to cut them, and that only applied to the smaller ones.
Nocturnal paused briefly, lifting the blade into the flames created by the creature.
it burned away the blood of the others.

She started to smile, probably thinking he was looking for a way out, but in fact he had just cleaned the blade of the other's blood.
As his training required, he was going to taste this creature's blood, and he wanted to show it the respect to do it as pure as possible.

Another round was over.
and now they both jumped at each other.
Her insect wings buzzed, and Nocturnal's wings flapped. they met in the middle and sparks flew between the blades.
She was quick and strong, but Nocturnal wouldn't give in.
Neither of them cared about themselves or the surroundings, only that they had to stay in the center of the circle was important.
Nocturnal loved it.
This whole fight got his blood boiling, the whole situation was to his liking.
An honorable opponent
An arena in which there were only two
The blades that hit each other and ricocheted off
It was a dance indeed.
A dance of death

The sound of the blades could be heard clearly, you could see what was going on. sometimes Nocturnal backed away, sometimes he forced Kallaxia to withdraw, but neither left unused an opportunity to strike.

Nocturnal jumped on some debris lying in the circle to avoid her blade, and a cloud of dust blew across her face.
She yelped briefly and rubbed her eyes. Nocturnal reacted too late and hit Kallaxia on the raised foreleg.
The blood that came down the blade was ...
sweetish. very different from that of the others.
When he saw what he had done, he stuck the sword in the ground.

"I am incredibly s'rry! i didst not seeth yond thy sight wast taken hence. Shalt we pauseth f'r a moment so thee can seeth again?"

Kallaxia didn't expect that he would just stop. she breathed a little panicked, obviously waiting for the fatal blow
But Nocturnal was waiting for her.

"Why are you stopping? That would have been your chance!"

she was really surprised, nocturnal could hear it.

"T wouldst not beest particularly hon'rable to striketh anon. Furth'rm're, i draweth first blood, by striking while thee wh're blindeth. Yond is eke not hon'rable"

She freed her eyes from the dust and looked at him. Her sword was stuck in the ground
She seemed to be thinking, then said a little embarrassed

"I would have struck."

It kind of hurt Nocturnal to hear that.
They had fought such a beautiful and honorable fight, and now she admitted that she would have cheated if she had the opportunity.

"But I also felt it."

Huh?

"That energy. I felt that you loved this fight and I felt the same. You are a worthy opponent and an honorable one."

She began to smile smugly when there was a loud boom coming from the castle. Both Nocturnal and Kallaxia looked at the lock and saw a blast of energy come towards them, pushing the creatures in front of them.

"Ah, apparently we lost ... But I can't leave one thing as it is."

Nocturnal saw her approach him without her blade. She came to him, leaned close to him, looked deep into his eyes.

"What is this thing yond can't beest hath...?"

she pressed her lips to his.
She just kissed him!
No not really. he felt that she had bitten his lip and was now tasting his blood with her tongue.
And he could taste her blood.
Obviously she had bitten open her lip too.

What is happening anon?

Nocturnal was too amazed to react, but also felt himself growing a little colder. as if something was being pulled out of him.
He couldn't defend himself.

"I've taken some of your love, Nocturnal Wanderer, Swordcolt of the Wandering Blades. That we can meet again next time and end this fight proper. I swear by the blood i took and that i gave you."

She jumped up and willingly let herself be carried away by the wave of energy.
Nocturnal sat still in place and looked after her, confused. it took a few minutes before he could say something again.

"What the tartarus wast yond anon?"

Just a couple of hours later

Nocturnal had picked up the sword and was now in a suit in the palace. The guards had taken him afterwards and he hadn't struggled.

After he had understood the showers - or at least partially - he had cleaned himself of blood, then his clothes. his saddlebags were fortunately kept locked and the contents without blood. after he finished washing and putting his things to dry, he sat down on the floor in the middle of the room.
Although there were many chairs in this room.
He took the opportunity to try to clean the sword of Thundering Hooves, to sharpen it with a whetstone and to repair the nicks from the last fight as well as possible.
This sword was special in his eye.
After he finished working on it, he wrapped it in a red cloth and slipped it under the saddlebag. his scabbard remained empty.

when evening came...

Nocturnal was accompanied by three guards. one on each side, one behind him. This time they kept their distance and their lances were probably ready to stab.
He had really only dealt with newcomers the previous day.

The 4 ponies reached the throne and instantly Nocturnal looked down.
He remembered what his old teacher had told him.

"Shouldst thee ev'r cometh to the princess, treateth h'r liketh the travelling lamp. Thee behold not directly into the travelling lamp, so behold not into h'r eyes unless the lady allows thee to, 'r thee shall loseth thy eyesight"

He kept bowing the whole way and looked at the ground until the others stopped. there he bowed a little lower

"Thy majesty. How can this humble blade s'rve thee?"

He couldn't see Celestia frown.

"Tell me, my little pony, who are you? Where are you from?"

Nocturnal didn't look up, but answered immediately

"I am a nocturnal wand'r'r, sw'rdscolt in the ord'r of the wand'ring blades. mine own journey hath carried me from g'rmane ov'r the celestia flote h're to equestria"

"He's a Nocturnal Wanderer, Swordscolt in the Order of Wandering Blades. His journey brought him here from Germane across the sea"

Huh? what was that? it sounded like a mare to his left, but he couldn't look.

"Interesting. So Nocturnal Wanderer, do you have any idea why you're here?"

Nocturnal had to briefly go through all the possibilities, but then had no idea why.

"Nay, thy majesty, i doth not knoweth"

"He says he doesn't know."

Again ... a mare's voice seemed to translate his words? in that newfangled accent?
how outrageous!
But well, Celestia spoke in that accent too.

"You are here for the following reasons: Injury to hospital staff. Taking a mare hostage in the hospital. Destruction of a hospital window. Injury two guard ponies. And theft of a sword from the Royal Guard."

Nocturnal must have misheard.
He hadn't stolen a sword. he even wanted to give it back, but he hadn't gotten around to it yet!
and the other things?
He hadn't taken a hostage!
Oh how much he would like to contradict, but he had to wait for the princess's approval. He could only hope that he could testify

"Explain yourself to these allegations."

Thanks to Princess Luna!

"The doct'r hath tried to blindeth me, so i hadst to tryeth to escapeth and protecteth myself. I nev'r tooketh the mare hostage, but i admiteth i threaten'd h'r to receiveth mine own belongings backeth. The window wast mine own quickest way out. And i only tooketh yond sw'rd because th're w're enemies 'round me. T did belong to thund'ring hooves, who is't tooketh his lasteth breath in mine own presence aft'r successfully fighting an ov'rwhelming numb'r of foes"

"the doctor tried to blind him. He threatened the mare, but did not take her hostage to get his belongings back. He destroyed the window because it was the quickest way out. and he got the sword from a fallen guard."

He sat on his haunches and pulled out the sword. It was still wrapped in the red cloth, on top of which he put the makre he had taken from Thundering, as well as all the personal items he had found and the coins he had pocketed. he put everything in front of him on the sword, and raised it with his front hooves ah, presented it to Celestia.

"This is all i did get from thund'ring hooves, thy majesty.
His sw'rd yond i hath used in battleth. did clean and sharpen'd.
His p'rsonal belongings as well as his payeth, with the requesteth to giveth t to his family, as those gents shall needeth t aft'r the loss.
And this strange necklace with his nameth on t. I supposeth to unfold that gent at which hour that gent falls.
I has't all of this h're and i am giving t to thee in the desire yond 'twill all wend wh're t belongs"

"He has the sword and personal items here to give them back."

For a long time nothing happened and Nocturnal simply held the thing out to Celestia. It was almost embarrassing how quiet it was.
It was so quiet that nocturnal could hear the whisper of a subordinate in Celestia's ear.
After that it was still a bit quiet

"When you said where you come from, you forgot to say that you stood petrified in the everfree."

Nocturnal was about to answer when a dainty, low voice answered

"It's true. The archaeological team in the forest brought him to me so that my friend could disenchant him."

The yellow Pegasus mare with a long pink mane hid behind the other mares that were in the room. Nocturnal looked up in their direction for the first time.
The composition was interesting for him:
two earth ponies.
Two pegasi.
two unicorns.

"Is yond true? i oweth mine own resurrection to thee in this case thee has't mine own grant you mercy"

He went to the mare and bowed deeply to her

"Without thee i wouldst nay longeth'r beest able to exp'rience the beauty of the night. Has't mine own infinite grant you mercy!"

What he hadn't noticed was that a dark blue alicornmare appeared behind him.

Author's Note

Art by AlexDTI

I would like to Thank everyone reading this. You are awesome! Thank you So much!