**Unknown Location**
**Unknown Date**
**Violet Vector**

Holy buck. Holy buck! What was she doing in Baltimare? Her! Of all ponies. I didn't even think she was supposed to be a pony, but there she was -standing right there.

... Well... she wasn't exactly the way I thought, but who else could it be? Magenta-purple coat, white mane with minty streaks, slightly curved horn. The only thing missing was -ah- but that must mean it wasn't her.

Why would she even be in Baltimare in the first place. Right? And that act: pretending to be a ponicemare?

If that really was who I think it was, then she would never had allowed me to lure her into that alley to stun her.

And what pony who gets stunned keeps asking to get stunned more!? It's like she was getting some kind of sick pleasure from it!

Something. Something is going on with this world. I can't figure it out.

Well... at least Four doesn't hate himself anymore.

Here. This is the place.

The darkness is thick and oppressive. The only way to detect any creature would be with magic right now but doing so would bring wrath.

A voice just above a whisper in the dark, "It is no small feat to travel all the way here."

I admit, "I realize it is time consuming, dangerous, and potentially revealing; but I have somethings that need to be said. Normal conveyance would not suffice."

After a pause, the voice responds with some hopeful optimism veiled with unspoken anger, "It has been a long time since I've seen you so worked up. Are you eating enough? Sleeping enough?"

"I am well," I answer, "I think I am correct to bring this information directly to you."

As the voice says, "It must be important for you to abandon your post," I can see its owner smile in my mind.

"It is."

The honeyed voice is moving in the pitch blackness of this place, "I must confess, I have missed your presence. You always had the most unique insights. And your stories were always entertaining. What a creative mind you have. I thought perhaps we were not capable of producing such."

I answer with a reverent bow, "It makes me good at what I do."

"Fortunately for us," the voice admits from another location, "unfortunate for me. One of the many sacrifices I must make."

"I'm sorry."

"The fact you feel so makes you more endearing, you know -more precious to us all." I hesitate, so the voice continues, "You are troubled, my child. If one of us suffers, we all suffer. Come. Share your load. Let us ease your burden." Her voice is so sweet.

"Mother," I declare to the voice in the dark, "I found another."

"... Another?" The sweetest sound in all the world.

I reply, "Another one like me."

"There is something troubling you about this?" She asks.

I nod, "He has a seal on him. It is older than any I have seen or studied."

Curious, she spurs me, "Tell me more."

Taking a moment to find the right words, I notice my mouth is dry. Swallowing, I start, "It was cold... but... serene. If that makes any sense?"

Not even my own breath can be heard in this darkness. All sound ceases in it.

"There is something else," I add, "I met a pony on the way here -a pony I wasn't sure was supposed to exist, but she does. I didn't have a chance to run any intrusive spell to detect illusions, and she would have noticed if I didn't take my time; but I think she was a citizen of Skyros."

The voice whispers that back to herself, "Skyros~"

"She's pretending to be a detective in the Baltimare ponice department -or maybe not pretending. I could not detect her wings, and I might be mistaken; but I think she's a disguised alicorn."

"What?"

I answer, "If she is the pony that I think she is, then I should not have been able to stun her... Although it took a lot of stuns. It looked like she's just living her life. Quietly."

Thick and smooth as syrup, she asks, "And if you were to recommend a course of action?"

Without hesitation, I say, "Observation for now. On both."

"Did you know?" She asks, whispering in my ear. That sound: it’s a poison that none can resist. What would I not give to hear it again and again?

With a hoof under my chin, her whisper is quiet and sultry as the Princess of Love herself, “You make me so very,” I would do anything to make her, “happy. My Kevin.”

Just the feel of her breath- I'm on the edge of busting one just from her breath! I don’t even want to try to stop my eyes’ weeping. I wish I could be in this moment for all eternity.

"My Queen."

Author's Note

Chapter 13 just kept on going, huh? Should be over now.

When writing the mystery-voiced pony (you have probably guessed who she is), I imagine the vocal mannerisms of Alice Krige who played the Borg Queen in Start Trek: First Contact: a character who knows how to utilize temptation in every action.

We'll be back with Silly for a little while after this. Thank you for reading this far! And I apologize for being late on the updates today.