Amidst the crumbling shell of the Magics Lab, silence reigned as the collective stared at the appendages lying on the floor before them. The arm had severed from the mid bicep and mid-calf respectively and the still gloved and gauntleted fingers twitched interminably as the pool of crimson ichor expanded underneath. A scream and a thud sounded out that was quickly followed by frantic, scrambled words from five of the six conscious women as they each tried to rationalise the sight before them.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke most from their thought as several Guards rushed into the shattered lab.

The Guards ushered the startled women away from the wreckage and from the still bleeding limbs while Ghost barked orders for the Magics Lab to be cordoned off and quarantined.

The Princesses doubled down on the commands and ordered for only the highest ranking of the off-duty Mages and Spell Crafters to investigate what remained of the Lab as well as the remains of Percival, hoping that they could glean some information from them to figure out what happened.

Though the Princesses were aware of their surroundings and what they were doing, they were acting more on instinct, their senses dulled from watching the one they called nephew being brought so low, turned to nothing more than the monsters they sought to defend themselves from and watching the man they had come to call friend, the first real friend either had had in countless years, sacrificing himself.

Both Princesses immediately got to work, Luna joining in the investigation directly to aid the Mages and other magically versed, using her more analytical mind and general investigative nature to help further it along while Celestia headed straight to the Canterlot Library, bringing along with her the notes of the stone that survived and combing through the extensive archives, hoping that her more experienced mind along with her deeper knowledge of modern magic could potentially cross reference and bring something to attention that the investigation couldn't.

Gathered in the common room of the guest suite of Canterlots many different wings, the group of women, though calmed significantly, were still reeling from the event that took place not an hour ago. The two hit the hardest were the fashionista and the farmgirl, who had both developed a closer relationship with the man out of the six in the time that they knew him. The others, while not having as close of a friendship with him, were understandably distraught at the circumstances.

"He's not really gone.....is he?" Pinkie Pie asked through her straightened hair.

"No he's....he's alright. He'll be back in no time, you'll see," Rainbow Dash replied, trying to sound confident in her words, but coming out sounding more like she was trying to convince herself. "Right Twilight?"

"I...I don't know."

As the academic mind responded, the door to the suite opened, Ghost walked in, dressed in the usual all-black, the off-bone-white of the skull on his mask creating a stark contrast that called attention to his piercing brown eyes. Walking quickly, but surprisingly softly despite his size, he kneeled in front of the purple-clad woman.

"You were a part of the research team," He stated, his usually gruff voice becoming soft. "I need to know what that thing was, Twilight."

"Remember at Percival's party where I said we believed it was a multi-spatial artefact?" She replied. Ghost nodded. "Well, it seemed we were correct. After extensive research, the mages layered multiple scanner spells on top of one another and discovered that the stone held a sort of pocket dimension."

"I remember. You said it had shifting or overlapping spaces," He nodded.

Twilight nodded softly. "Within the stone's pocket dimension there were further pockets with an infinite amount of possible spaces in reality that were, as you said, shifting and overlapping," She said. "In layman's terms, it could lead to anywhere."

"So there's a chance he survived?" Rainbow Dash asked, her wings draping her shoulders slightly.

"That means we could bring him back, right?" Pinkie chimed in.

Twilight shook her head. "There's a chance he survived, but time magic is difficult and highly dangerous. There's been many cases I've read of someone trying it with the majority of said cases having terrible repercussions for them and their surroundings. The chances of him surviving something that dense and unstable are...astronomically low and being brought back is a whole other story."

"Come on, surely there's something we can do!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed, suddenly standing.

"Rainbow, you have more of a chance of phasing through a wall and that alone is nearly impossible! The chances of being brought back from a temporal shift as big and volatile as that are so much lower than that," Twilight said, standing as well. "And that's not even considering the fact that the amount of magic used would take years to accumulate and the fact we don't know where he could've ended up if he managed to survive. We don't know if he's even on Terra! On top of that, on the small chance we get that amount of magic and are able to pinpoint his physical and temporal location, it's not even guaranteed he can come back!"

"So he's really gone then?" Fluttershy asked.

There was a lengthy period of silence, no one really sure of what to do or say given the situation. Many things went through Twilight's head until a sudden thought struck her.

"Maybe not."

The sun hung low in the sky, casting faint shadows across the crumbling facade of the ancient castle. The group stood before the looming structure, its grandeur, though highly faded, was still as impressive and imposing as ever. Twilight adjusted her glasses and glanced at her friends as they all made their way through the familiar ruins.

"You sure this'll work Twi?" Rainbow Dash asked, her voice carrying a tinge of uncertainty.

"It-it's a stretch but the Princesses old castle is nearly chock-full of texts, tomes and other written pieces containing passages of old sciences and the way we used to view magic as far back as three thousand years ago," Twilight replied, occasionally glancing over her shoulder and motioning her hands slightly as she talked.

"Darling, I don't mean to sound rude, but how exactly does that help us?"

"Well, when we scanned the stone for its magical properties, one of the Mages thought to add an age detection spell as well. It's still in its infancy but it has helped make multiple breakthroughs in modern science, but I'm getting off track," She shook her head. "When he added the spell, we found that the stone dated back roughly two thousand years, give or take. Now we can use that data to help us find information around the same time."

"Which would help us find something that would break down the mechanics of the spell used on the stone!" Rarity finished. "Darling, you're a genius!"

"Well, let's not waste any time then!" Applejack exclaimed, her sturdy boots crunching the gravel beneath her feet as she sped up towards the library. "We gotta help him!"

Fluttershy sheepishly glanced up at the darkening sky through the various holes in the ceiling and shivered slightly. "I never liked this place," She murmured, her voice barely louder than a whisper, wrapping herself with her wings.

"It's alright Fluttershy, we've got each other!" Pinkie Pie reassured the timid Pegasis, trying her best to keep the vibe positive despite the circumstances. "We might even find hidden treasures! Maybe a secret passage!"

"Besides," Spike chimed in. "Percival would do the same for us."

"Let's get a move on. We've got a job to do," Ghost said, his low, gravelly voice cutting through the conversation

With a collective nod, the group pushed open the heavy doors, which creaked ominously as they swung inward. The interior of the castle was dimly lit, the last rays of sunlight barely penetrating the dust-covered windows. Shadows danced on the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of old paper and ancient secrets.

They stepped inside, the floor beneath their feet cold and unyielding. The vast entry hall was lined with towering bookshelves, each one stuffed to the brim with tomes of all shapes and sizes. Twilight’s eyes sparkled with excitement and determination as she looked around.

"This place is as incredible as the last time I saw it," Twilight whispered, her eyes sparkling with excitement before she shook her head. "No. Ghost's right. We have a job to do."

Ghost looked up to the towering bookshelves, the many levels that made up this grand library. "Alright, this is gonna take a while," He sighed to himself before looking at the rest of the group. "Okay, Twilight and I will take the first level. The rest of you split into groups of threes and take a level each. Fan out and keep within line of sight of each other. This place is old and potentially dangerous."

~~

Placing Applejack on the creaking wooden ground of the second floor, Rainbow Dash tightly folded her wings behind her back and got herself to work along with the farmgirl as Rarity appeared in a bright flash of white, moving to the opposite side of where the other two searched.

Peering over the wooden railing, Rainbow Dash whistled as she took a book from the shelf beside her. "Jeez. You know I never noticed the last time we were here but this place is massive. There must be thousands of books here! How in Tartarus are we gonna get anything done?"

"By keeping our focus on the task at hand," Rarity replied over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the book in her hand. "For Percival's sake, we have to stay optimistic."

"Yeah, we ain't stuck for optimism 'round here," Applejack commented, blowing on a particularly dusty tome and coughing deeply a second later.

"Got that right!" Rainbow Dash agreed, patting the spluttering labour worker on the back.

The trio quickly got to working through the many thick annals, sifting through each several-inch wide tome, pouring every bit of energy into filing through each book as best they could. Even Rainbow Dash, who was the last person you would expect hunkering over ancient pages, worked quietly on the task before them, her wings wound tight behind her as she leaned against the old, but surprisingly sturdy chairs at one of the various tables between the sets of twin shelves.

Looking up to the black, star-filled sky above them, a small shiver ran down Rainbow Dash's back, despite the sconces around them flickering with recently lit flames. "This place gives me the creeps," She commented, turning the page of the book in her lap.

"I feel ya," Applejack nodded, putting away a tome back where she found it. "Don't think Ah'll ever get used to the place."

"I think it has a sort of beauty to it," Rarity said, glancing around at the warmly lit library, catching a glimpse of the shadow of her friends on the level above them.

"I don't get it," Rainbow Dash shrugged. "I get it has historical meaning but it's just a bunch of stone that's falling apart."

From below them, Ghost's voice rang throughout the ageing library, the gravel of it echoing slightly. "Found anything!?"

Rainbow Dash leaned over the side of the railing, making sure not to apply too much pressure to the aged wood so it wouldn't shatter beneath her. "Nothing yet!"

Pinkie Pie dashed to the edge of the level above her, leaning deeply out into the middle of the opening, defying gravity as almost the entirety of her body practically floated in mid-air while her feet were planted firmly on the railing. "Nada!"

Suddenly, there was a deep chunk that sounded throughout the library, almost vibrating the air around them as mechanical clicks and churning came from the topmost level.

"Oh...OH! This is–guys!" Spike's voice called out as he too rushed to the railing, nearly falling over it in his excitement before Pinkie effortlessly caught him. "Thanks, Pinks. I think I found something!"

~~

On the lowest level, Twilight and Ghost watched as the others disappeared into the upper bowels of the library they had a brief stint in in their quest to free Princess Luna from her entanglement with the Nightmare that caused her downfall all those years ago in ages past.

Glancing at the vastly taller man behind her as he started on one end of a shelf, she softly levitated a few books towards her, opening them and effortlessly getting herself into the middle of the task set for them. It didn't feel terribly different from her usual late-night benders when she would engross herself in whatever topic that took her fancy. But there was an obvious and underlying sense that this particular bender had much more significance behind it.

Hours passed as the group scoured the library, poring over countless books and scrolls. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows across the room, and the silence was punctuated only by the occasional rustle of pages or the soft murmur of conversation above the pair on the ground floor.

The academic stretched her stiffening neck and rubbed the slightly aching muscles. Though she was used to doing this kind of thing, her body still couldn't help but protest as the hours extended on and on. Glancing around her, her eyes skimmed the room, briefly watching the dancing shadows made by the warm, almost pleasant orange light of the sconces that dotted the walls and pillars.

Her eyes eventually landed on Ghost, the man dressed in all black almost blended into the shadows between the torches, his off-bone-white mask creating a stark contrast against said shadows. He stood like a statue as he leaned against a support column for the second floor, the only indication that he was living being the gentle rise and fall of his chest and his darting eyes.

"Ghost?" Twilight suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Ghost hummed, his eyes flicking up to the woman in front of him before going back to the book in his hand.

"You...you fought demons...right?" She asked.

"Right," Ghost replied.

"Well...do you think we'll be alright?"

"With Percival, I think we'll be fine," He said softly, placing the book he had away and replacing it with the next in line.

"And without him?"

Ghost paused before he opened the thick text in his hand. "It'll be significantly harder."

The purple-clothed Unicorn woman breathed deeply, calming her ever-frantic nerves, exhaling slowly through her nose. "What if we can't bring him back? What if he's–"

"Don't," Ghost interrupted, shaking his head while giving her a cautious look. "I know exactly what that line of thinking will do. Tell yourself you'll find him. Or at the very least, tell yourself you'll help towards finding him."

"But what if–"

"Stop," He said firmly. "We'll find him."

Ghost set the book down, looking up towards the upper levels, bringing his hands to his mouth and shouted. "Found anything!?"

Rainbow Dash was the first to respond, carefully leaning over and shouting down to the man. "Nothing yet!"

Pinkie Pie came next, baffling the man with her unnatural ability to defy logic and practically standing vertically on the wooden railing. "Nada!"

The ground then vibrated beneath their feet, mechanisms winding, turning and clicking, the sounds muffled slightly as Twilight nearly fell off her seat from fright while Ghost reached for Percival's gun he had shoddily strapped to the back of his waist in a makeshift holster.

Spike's voice quickly exclaimed from the third floor soon after the mechanisms continued to work. "Oh...OH! This is–guys!" He came running to the side of Pinkie, who caught him before he could fall, much to his sibling's distress. He mumbled his thanks then turned his attention back to the rest of the group who all rushed to see the commotion. "I think I found something!"

~~

Gently letting Spike down on the floor of the third and final level of the crumbling castle's library, Pinkie Pie was already hard at work, combing through the scriptures and passages while the timid woman and Twilight's little brother joined the Party Planner.

"So what kinda secrets do you think we'll find here?" Pinkie asked, clinging to one of the top shelves that miraculously held itself strong, the woman seemingly weighing nothing as she scanned the spines of the various scripts.

"I dunno. With how old this place is, anything's possible," Spike replied, helping Fluttershy with a particularly heavy book.

"Ya think?" Pinkie Pie asked, briefly hanging upside down to address the young Draconian.

"Sure. I mean, people back then had to get creative with magic usage," Spike shrugged. "So we could find anything between illusory walls, to invisible walkways. Heck, even inputs that require a very specific frequency of magic."

"What about a puzzle or hidden room?" She asked. "Ya know, with a fake book you have to pull to work?"

"I dunno about that one," Spike replied, choosing the first book from the bottom row. "Engineering wasn't exactly like it is these days, especially when this castle was built."

"Ah, but you said "anything's possible", Pinkie grinned. "So it could happen."

"If it is, I'll eat the next comic I buy," Spike replied, before burying his face in the book in front of him.

"I just hope it's not dangerous, whatever it is," Fluttershy whispered.

"It won't be. That I know for sure," Pinkie reassured her.

As the sky dimmed more and more, the two Unicorns and the Draconian set ablaze the many sconces around them, surprised but relieved to see them still able to hold the fire the three provided. Despite the many holes bored into the walls providing ample opportunity for the cool night air to chill the spread-out group, the air retained its warm due to the torches as the night progressed, the scent of aged parchment and leather tickling the noses of all present while mingling with a faint hint of smoke from the torches flickering on the stone walls and supports.

Casting gentle light all around them, the group slaved away for hours on end, tirelessly working towards a difficult task that became increasingly narrow but that never once dissuaded their undiminishing resolve, even into the very latest of nightly hours. The light shone softly on them and the towering bookshelves, the faded titles on the spines just barely readable.

Popping her head out of a large pile of books, PinkiePie held a curious expression, rubbing the back of her head. "You know, I've been thinking," She said. "We've known Percy for a while but we don't really know much about him."

Spike paused as he perused the shelves lining the side walls, furrowing his brow. "Huh. Yeah, you're right. We know almost nothing about the guy."

"Especially me," Fluttershy quietly added. "I haven't really made an effort."

"That's alright Fluttershy! I'm sure he doesn't take it personally," Pinkie Pie replied.

The two suddenly heard a grunt and looked over to see Spike jerk forward a little, placing a hand on the shelf to steady himself, his snout wrinkling a little as he pursed his lips.

"You have a good fall, Spike?" Pinkie said, giggling heartily at her own joke.

"Yeah, I'm fine just...this book's a little....stuck!" He said, straining his voice as he pulled on the book.

"Found anything!?" Ghost's voice echoed around them, the vast space adding a little more bass than usual.

"Nothing yet!" Rainbow Dash shouted from the level below them

Pinkie Pie dashed from the pile of books surrounding her and quickly latched to the side of the railing, yelling down from where she stood. "Nada!"

Spike suddenly grunted, the book in his hands gave way after a hard pull, coming out of the wall at an angle. A loud chunk shook the wooden floor beneath their feet as a bookshelf off to the left shuddered, moving into a recess in the wall and shifting away into a specially made space for it behind the shelf beside it.

"Oh...OH! This is–guys!" Spike ran to the railing as fast as his legs could carry him as he slammed into it. He teetered a little before Pinkie grabbed him by the back of his hoodie, her Earth-pony strength aiding in effortlessly holding him in place. "Thanks, Pinks. I think I found something!"

~~

The group all stood before the opening in the wall, staring into the deep, black-enveloped corridor, the perfectly carved stairs extending down into the winding unseen bowels. Ghost, with Ace trained on the opening, takes a single step forward, only to recoil back as torches lining the wall lit up by themselves, going one at a time in succession until they could easily see far down into the once bleak spiral.

"Stay behind me," He tells the group, storing Ace back in the makeshift holster but keeping his hand close to the sword on his hip and the throwing knives lining his belt.

The group cautiously descended the spiralling staircase, each step echoing eerily off of the immaculately carved stone. It was simple, fairly unassuming, seemingly built for function over form yet still holding a sense that it was important. The air grew cold despite the proximity of the gently wafting sconces while carrying the scent of aged air.

Eventually, the group reached the bottom of the stairwell, coming to a wooden door that seemed to be barely holding together. Pushing as gently as he could, Ghost slowly opened the door to a fairly large circular room, its grandeur now nothing but a faded memory veiled in neglect and dust.

Curved shelves lined the wall that lacked the gravitas of the library above them, instead holding a more personal vibe, the rotten wood sagging under forgotten tomes, their leather bindings cracked and their pages aged yellow. A once-massive desk sat on the other end of the room opposite the entrance, buried under a chaos of brittle parchment and rusted inkpots, a large, tattered armchair lying overturned nearby. The fireplace off to the side sat cold and choked with a mix of ash and dust, hinting fires long extinguished.

The group exchanged uneasy glances as they stepped into the decrepit room, feeling its haunting aura and the secrets it may have once housed. Pinkie glanced at Spike, giving him a smug grin and wriggling her eyebrows as the Draconian rolled his eyes. Twilight's eyes shone with intrigue and excitement, the development happening before mystifying her to no end.

"This is incredible," She murmured, her eyes scanning everything around her. Her horn flashed with purple light, and a notepad and pen appeared in her hands as she began writing various notes. As she did, a small pulse of white flashed from her horn, shaking the dust beneath and above her as the room began to change.

A gentle breeze begins to stir within the room. It starts as a mere whisper, barely perceptible, but quickly gathers strength. The air crackles with an electric charge, and the scent of old paper is replaced by a fresh, invigorating aroma. The wind swirls around the room, lifting dust motes into a sparkling dance.

Books on the shelves tremble and then rise into the air, their covers and pages fluttering wildly. As the wind intensifies, it seems to pull time along with it, unravelling the years of neglect and decay. The grime on the walls evaporates as the fireplace bursts to life, flooding the room with a warm, orange glow. Cobwebs disintegrate into nothingness, and the tattered drapes weave themselves back together, their colours vibrant and rich once more.

The wooden desk, once marred by scratches and ink stains, smooths out and gleams as if newly polished. The inkpots refill, and the quills straighten, their feathers pristine. The leather-bound tomes and scrolls resettle on the shelves, their covers restored to their original lustre, the parchment inside crisp and clean, though barren, waiting to be filled with words and muses of the academic.

In the span of mere seconds, the study is transformed. What was once a relic of the past is now a room as good as new, a sanctuary of knowledge and magic, untouched by the ravages of time. The wind dies down, leaving behind a space that feels both ancient and freshly made, a testament to the power of time and the magic that can bend it.

"What the fuck?" Ghost muttered.

The entrance to the study quickly opened as a figure stepped inside. The outline of the man was dull while soft white trails faded from various parts of his body. The man stepped up to the restored desk, placing his large star-embroidered hat down onto it as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He sat down with a sigh, muttering quietly to himself. He sat there for a few minutes, allowing the group to take in his details.

He had a bushy, pure white beard that reached just above his chest and a thick mane of hair that flowed down to his shoulders, with a light grey horn jutting from his forehead. He wore a dark navy blue cloak with a star pattern on the rim much like his hat, while the shoulders and back were lined with a large fur plume that blended in with his hair.

"Is that...?" Twilight whispered.

"Thought I'd find you here."

Turning towards the new voice, the group saw a younger man leaning against the frame of the door, a knowing smirk on his lips. The man was bald, his head shaved down nearly completely while his lower face was covered in thick brown hair, the moustache styled into equally thick handlebars.

"The little ones being a nuisance?" The man asked, his smirk never wavering. His voice was a little higher than a baritone and had a slightly nasally tinge to it.

"Indeed," The older man replied, his voice far deeper and far more matured. "I love them dearly but they do my head in."

"I can imagine," The younger chuckled, walking up to the desk and sitting on it. "Durin's the same. He loves his kids, but sometimes even he needs a break every now and then."

"And is that....?" Spike whispered.

The older man chuckled heartily, filling the room with a sense of peace. "Yes, they have a knack for getting into mischief."

"Which ones are we talking about?" The younger smiled.

"Durin's, without a doubt. Though, the same could be said for Luna and her siblings," The man chuckled again.

The younger man laughed alongside his older peer before he glanced at the contents on the table, picking up one of the many notes that were scattered across the desk surface. "What's this? Working on new spells?"

"That-" The older gentleman snatched the parchment from his grasp. "-is private and not for anyone to see but me. So if you wish to keep your fingers, keep your grubby mitts off my stuff."

"Hey, these mitts are as clean as ever I will have you know!" He replied in mock offence before standing properly. "I know you need some room to yourself so I won't take up your time."

Patting the older man softly and affectionately on the shoulder, he moved towards the studies entrance but was quickly stopped before he could get much further than halfway.

"Vihaan," The man said suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"Tell Durin to see me when he's available," The man requested. "There's something I'd like to speak with him about."

"It shall be done, oh great Paladin Starswirl," Vihaan bowed teasingly, replacing the smirk with a genuine smile as he straightened his back. "Take it easy, my friend. You look like you need it."

Turning, the man walked out of the study and up the stone staircase, the echoes of his footsteps getting quieter before the sound of churning mechanisms let the older man know that he was alone in his private space. Rubbing the dark circles under his eyes, he laughed to himself.

"He's right," He nodded to himself. "I need some rest."

He suddenly stood, stepping out into the middle of the room, shifting his gaze around him. What startled those in the modern day, it looked as though he was staring at each of them individually, a soft smile parting his lips as looked about. His outline, though already ghostly, began to fade, the edges of his body trailing off into softer wisps until he was gone.

There was a moment of tense silence, with everyone frozen in place, hesitant to make a move or say a word. Time seemed to drag on until Ghost cautiously took a step forward, his eyes darting around the room and his hand hovering near his sword. Slowly, the rest of the group followed suit, either realizing it was safe to move or realizing it had been safe all along. But Twilight remained motionless, like a statue, her eyes scanning the space around them, mouth agape like a gasping fish.

"Twi?" Rainbow Dash clicked her fingers in front of her book-smart friend, who promptly blinked. "Was that...?"

"Paladin Starswirl the Bearded and Vihaan Peredur!" She suddenly exclaimed, bouncing slightly and clapping her hands together. "Do you realize what this place is? This could have been Starswirls personal study! Even if it's a secondary study or personal safe space of some sort, the significance is staggering! And...wait, what's–what's that?"

Looking around, the group quickly spotted what Twilight was referring to. Floating throughout the study here and there were small, green wisp-like threads, twirling around themselves like helixes. Twilight held out her hand, softly touching the one closest to her, the small green helix lighting up slightly where her finger made contact before dimming as it floated away. Her horn lit up with her purple aura and she gasped softly.

"Wait, this–this is...yes!" She exclaimed.

"Simmer down sugarcube, what's got ya all up in a tizzy?" Applejack asked.

"This is residual traces of time magic! That's why this room hasn't gone back to being like how we found it! It must have kept some sort of magical snapshot of a specific point in history! It could be why we saw Starswirl and Vihaan! I'm not sure how or why but that doesn't really matter right now!" She explained. "We need to tell the Mages and Princesses immediately! This is invaluable!"

"Well, what are we waiting for!?" Pinkie Pie yelled. "Let's get this show on the road!"

The eight individuals rushed out of the study and up the winding staircase, practically barrelling out of the hidden entrance that the librarian had quickly figured out how to close. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them away from the crumbling building and towards their hometown, making a beeline for the last midnight trains.

Deep within the shadows, the trio watched as the eight individuals ran towards their town, carefully keeping an eye on them as they moved.

The tallest of the three held the dark shape tightly under his arm, keeping his large hand over its mouth to prevent it from making too much noise. He suddenly jerked and the demon went limp, its jaw hanging loose as he chucked the corpse away.

Peering over his shoulder, he saw the smallest run her dagger through another demon's throat, the gargle of it choking and drowning in its own blood bringing a sick satisfaction to them as the middle of the three crushed the third and last demon's skull beneath his foot.

"This plan of theirs better work," The woman said.

"It will," The smaller man replied.

"I just hope he was right about them," She said softly, ripping her dagger from the foul demon's throat.

"It will work," The taller said. "Uncle wouldn't ever lead us astray."

"Then we had better make use of the time we have," She nodded.

Author's Note

Starswirl and Vihaan? Oh my goodness
Very happy woth how the story's turning out, hopefully that trend continues

Please point out any mistakes I may have made
Constructive criticism is always appreciated
Until next time, TTFN!