(3 weeks later)
(Jack's hut)

Jack didn't know what to do.

His friends betrayed him for what?

'To keep him safe?'

He wasn't a child yet they treated him as such now that he thinks about it every since his arrival he was always been followed by someone. At first, he thought it was just because the Sisters didn't quite trust a hairless ape walking around their land that could be a threat knowing he was a soldier after all. Even after the first year of the betrayal they keep someone following him even at a distance thinking he wouldn't know but ponies were bad at stealth and what not.

That was what he was to them...

A fucking child.

They babied him!

He hated it...

Hate, a fire that burns hot and fast, that was what he felt right now was complete betrayal and hate as if his blood was boiling over.

'Fuck them, fuck all of them...'

Ember didn't say a word upon their arrival back to the dragon lands where many of the dragons were surprised to see the human now a nightwalker. Smolder was happy to see Jack too but the moment she saw him the copper-colored dragon knew something bad had happened. Even the 'three musketeers as Jack called them had not cracked a joke or tried to mess with Jack seeing how pissed he looked.

Jack just wanted to be alone for a while and everyone knew so Ember brought Jack to a hut not too far from the palace cave but far enough where he would be alone. A hot spring was not too far from the hut as it also had running water and plumping with food that was mostly red meat knowing of Jack's tastes. So then here he was alone in the hut of his looking down at his dog tags in his hand before sighing and dropping his head down on the fur pelt bed with the tags in the head.

His real name was on these tags but... he felt like getting rid of them that name he had before had too much pain carried on it that he needs to have right now. Maybe it was time for him to finally give up on his remaining memories of his human life on earth and here, dragons do have memory crystals unlike the memory orbs back in the mainland that ponies use but unlike them, they don't copy the brain waves its more of a cut and paste.

Though the person must be willing for the memory to be taken...

Still...

He had some good memories with that name but it felt like the bad outweighed the good, maybe he'll have to sleep on it.

Closing his eyes Jack began to try and sleep...

Cold...

Why did he feel so damn cold all of a sudden?

Jack opened his eyes as a blizzard surrounded him as he held his arms before noticing himself... what on earth was he wearing?

These weren't the clothes that he was wearing moments ago and this sure as hell didn't look like a dream.

His breath was visible as he looked down at the clothing he wore.

It looked like something from his ancestors would wear during the dark ages, some kind of armored winter dress with pelts armor patting for blows but it had scale mail on it which was odd, to say the least. The winds of the blizzard got stronger and stronger causing Jack to realize he had to move and fast dream or no dream this felt so damn real. Moving forward he followed what looked like a path forward till it looked like he seemly walked up a mountain and began to notice items of nordic origin.

Shrines for Odin and thor seemly forgotten and abandoned as the offers had gone sour and rotted away as large amounts of ice had covered the shrines. Confused he pressed on going till he found steps and began to walk up to them as the black stone was barely covered in snow while Jack rose up. Before he notices something...

Were those...

Humans?

Confused he got up closer now than before noticing four human women sitting in front of an old device used for weaving, Jack got closer as he approached one of the humans.

"Excuse me,"

Before he gets closer the four all at the same time stopped as they pointed up the stairs as four low voices spoke.

"Go,"

Jack felt his spine nearly freeze from their voices but they then went back to weaving, not wanting to piss these four off he then did what they said. Walking up he felt a pain in his chest as he held it for the spot that screamed out in pain was where the claw had made its mark on his chest that turned him into a nightwalker. Gasping for air the mark on his flesh began to soothe itself out allowing Jack to inhale picking himself up holding his head.

"The fuck was that?"

He then began to go up forward but before he got up he noticed something...

A hand, a skeletal humanoid hand as he blinked in shock noticing it before following the bones to see a human skeleton on the ground with a broken spear in its back.

"How did I not see that before?" Jack said in shock before getting up.

He then began to notice more human remains out with all kinds of weapons on them with the skeletons being picked clean of any flesh. But...

Were they human?

These skeletons were quite large and their bottom jaw had an underbite with two large canines that were threatening to be the size of tusks. Confused the werewolf kept going forward with none of the weapons being able to be used for every single one of them were broken even the arrows in some of them were damaged. Walking forward he then stopped upon seeing a familiar set of gold armor it was a pony skeleton this time with his helmet bashed in and one could guess his skull was too.

He then kept moving forward with seemly the 'human' skeleton's looked like they were fighting the pony skeletons the bodies became more and more. Then there were skeletons of dragons, yaks, hippogriffs, Abyssinians, and even changelings with their exoskeletons dropped on the ground with the little skeletons they had. It seemed that these ponies were fighting the non-ponies of Equis while these 'humans' came from behind and flanked the ponies seemly fighting alongside the non-ponies.

It seemed all the non-ponies were guarding something.

A large door stood before him one completely covered in frost and blood and... blue blood? Not the prince but literal blue-looking blood on the door stained it confused he then pushed the door open as the ice seemly covering the door cracked apart allowing the werewolf entrance. Moving forward he entered, Jack was meet with a destroyed looking temple with the back of it opened seemly designed like that.

Weapons littered the floor as it seemed that some ponies had sneaked their way into the temple and fought the non-ponies within. Then he saw it stabbed in the chest of a large pony with wings AND a horn was a red and gold set of armor and a crowned helmet. In the skeleton's hand was a spear that stabbed itself into the heart of a canine humanoid skeleton holding...

'Oh dear god...'

A newborn canine skeleton the cloth tattered but the baby was dead from a gash in the cloth from a knife that wasn't too far from the large alicorn skeleton stained in frozen blood. Long red locks of a mane remained in the alicorn's skull even though the scalp was gone but the chain mail hood must have held onto the mane. Confused why the alicorn would attack this canine and their child (he didn't know if it was a he or she) but all he knew was the parent (again he doesn't know) brought the alicorn with him to dead stabbing his own blade through under her armored plate.

Confused Jack looked towards the Alicorn as the Mane's locks looked oddly familiar as he noticed the symbol on the red and gold armored chest plate. It was a sun covered by the moon in a semi-solar eclipse...

'That's the crest of... Faust?'

Jack looked back towards the skull seeing the Equine skull with its hollow sockets then to the sword in her chest as he reached down and pulled it out before blinking confusedly. The blade was familiar to him... then a hand grabbed his foot causing him to look down at the canine skeleton stabbed to the ground.

"The fucking hell?"

The skeleton gasped slightly and seemly with some kind of voice though it lacked flesh the voice was female.

"M-m-m-m..." Before it could even begin the figure then dropped dead seemly the last of the magic was out of its body before it could finish but the black armor of the being looked familiar to him.

The greatsword in his hand wasn't at all a nordic blade but it held some ruins in the blade that looked nordic... but it could also be celtic as well he didn't know. The blade then began to fall apart in his hands surprising him when the ruins light vanished as the magic within the sword followed its user.

Before he could question why Faust seemly took siege to this place he then heard it... A loud rumble coming from the valley behind the temple. Walking forward down the stairs to the platform out to the valley he watched as a dark figure rise up and look at him with golden eyes. The eyes were filled with the fire of hate but not toward Jack as the giant beast wrapped in a golden cable stared him down as a blade was jabbed in its muzzle.

"My God," Jack spoke. "Fenrir?!"

The great wolf still wrapped in the unbreakable cable of the dwarves stared down at the werewolf.

"Wake," A loud voice spoke causing the temple to rumble with its power as Jack felt himself go limp and drop to the ground harder than a sack of potatoes as his eyelids grew heavy as the son of Loki stared at him down.

Jack's eyes slowly began to open as his vision was blurred while he could move his body for some odd reason but he then looked up to see a tall figure looming over him with Pinke dragon eyes burning brightly like gems in a cave. The dragon stared at him while the setting moon's light barely showed herself to him before leaning down and whispering to his wolf-like ear in a voice that would one keel over.

"Midnight, tonight, at the springs, tell no one," The voice seemed to engrave itself onto Jack's brain as the dragon rose back up and began to walk away as Jack began to feel his body slowly return to him causing him to get up before stumping to his window his vision returning to normal as he placed his arm down on the nightstand.

He could see the tall dragon walk off before vanishing seemly into thin air as the voice that was now burned into his mind seemly began to soothe his thoughts. The voice was that of a gi- no woman's voice for how mature it sounded and home cold it felt towards him but it felt like the voice belonged to Esdeath at first but that couldn't be it for how it sounded with a low Scottish accent.

Jack groaned while he felt his legs return after feeling like jelly.

He then got up holding his skull.

"Gahhhhh..."

Jack then went over to the sink and threw water onto his face as he began to clear up...

"Damn can this month get any crazier?"

*Rawr*

With the hand towel on his muzzle, he then turned his face to see... a cat?

There is Jack's doorway was a short furred white cat who stared at him, though unlike Rarity's Cat this one was much younger and its fur wasn't fancied up or anything. Placing the towel down he then looked down at the cat before looking out and seeing if anyone was nearby before scratching his head.

"What are you doing out here friend of Freyja?" The cat then jumped into Jack's arms as the Werewolf was surprised at the action before it began to purr. "Um... alright then..."

The cat's blue eyes looked up into Jack's golden eyes causing him to smile as he rubbed the cat's back.

"Heh... I miss being around your kind little one," Jack said as the cat 'spoke'.

*Rawr*

"Good to meet you too you little mouse bitter," Jack said as he spoke. "The last cat I meet hated my guts that were even before I became a nightwalker,"

The white cat then began to rub its head into his neck.

"Hey now... why you so friendly?" Jack asked.

*Mrwn*

"Be glad I love cats," The cat then climbed up over his shoulder. "Alright... I never had that happen to me before,"

*Mear*

"Cool cool..." Jack then petted the cat while purring in his grasp. "If your going to stay awhile just don't destroy my stuff got it?"

*Rawr*

"Damn Equis Cat's are smart," Jack was then rubbed up by the cat as he smiled. "And twice as cute,"

*Purrrrrrrr*

'Nali' as Jack named him after the same raider cat from a certain assassin game seemed fitting since what's been going on she ate at his feet the red meat while Jack held a picture of his father who was in his police uniform.

"Dad I'm so confused right now and I need your help," Jack stated before placing the picture back in his bag and going through it to see if anything was stolen but sure enough it hadn't been touched.

Did Jack seem confused about why was that dragoness here? Just to watch him in his sleep or something... that wasn't creepy at all but was she the one who also had him not be able to move with some kind of spell or drug.

Was that whole dream caused by the drug?

It would explain why it felt so real...

But how did she drug him?

How did she sneak in the first place? Almost anything would wake him from his sleep, he didn't know and would have to find out at midnight at the springs tonight. Huffing he held out his hand and grabbed a piece of bacon and brought it to his mouth and started to chew, that voice... it was cold yet soothing and he could still feel her whisper in his ear even now a few hours later.

Grabbing his phone he was bored and clicked it to see if it would come on...

As expected nothing as he dropped it on the table before going through the duffle bag again, luckily nothing was damaged from the fall and his phone was in the middle of his clothes breaking its fall. His knife he did need to sharpen the blade, as he pulled out a sharing stone he finished his bacon and pulled out the knife from the sheath and began push it on the stone gently and slowly.

Jack enjoyed the sound of sharping steel for some odd reason.

Then again he enjoyed listening to rain when trying to sleep heck back when he had his Ipad on earth it had a sleep machine app that played a mix of soft white noise and rain for him to sleep better. But oddly enough some sounds made him go nuts like moving nails against a holographic picture or the sound of someone filing their nails drove him crazy.

Still not a bad thing, to say the least, bring the knife to his hand he dragged the edge against his flesh slowly enough not to cause pain and sure enough, it cut him before being healed just as quick as before. Nali then jumped onto the table as Jack smiled sheathing the blade before holding out his hand.

"Heya sweetie," Jack then began to pet the cat as he heard familiar footsteps and the sound of dragon forged armor. "Hey, Ember,"

"Hey Jack just coming by to check if you haven't-" Ember stopped upon seeing Nali. "Uhhhhh..."

Jack turned to her.

"Ember this is Nali... she came in this morning," Ember blinked before walking up.

"Nali? I-..." Ember shook her head. "How did a cat get here?"

Jack stopped petting Nali as the cat placed her front legs on his hand as she played with him while Jack looked at Ember letting Nali play-bite his hand before he began to rub his forefinger on her neck causing her to stop.

"What you mean?"

"I mean I've not seen a cat on this island for... ever!" Ember exclaimed. "How did one get here is beyond me,"

Jack looked at Nali before moving his head toward her and taking a confused look.

"Saltwater?"

"What?" Ember asked.

Jack then got up the sudden realization hit him.

"I smell seawater off Nali... there must be a shipwreck," Ember blinked before sighing.

"By the flaming pit! Ponies again," Ember groaned.

"Ponies?" Jack asked.

"Yes, they have been spotted more often than not. They've been warned not to come close not as a threat but as a warning since you know... 'the dragon's jaws'," Ember spoke referencing the jagged rocks surrounding the island except a few spots.

"Well... Best we send for help to see if there are any survivors," Jack stated as Ember nodded.

"Let's go. Man, this is going to be a bitch of paperwork," Ember grumbled.

As the two left Nali leaped off the ground and onto Jack surprising him as she then climbed up his black shirt and onto his shoulder.

"Heh... I've gotta get used to that," Jack stated as Nali 'smiled' again.

'Let's go, Master!'

Author's Note

Well then...

Got a little weird trippy dream on Jack's part but what does it mean?

Along with that who was the dragonness that looked over Jack was it... ember? No, she has red eyes this one had pink ones and was quite tall.

Strange...

But a shipwreck? That's not good! Not good at all! But who said they are ponies?