The white furred ears of a bunny flicked to the right, as the sound of rustling leaves caught it's attention. It's head turned to face the direction of the sound, as it stopped it's movement.

It's ears listened closely to it's surroundings. Turning every which way. It's head quickly gazed all across it's surroundings, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary.

The forest was relatively quiet, the only constant sound was the faint rustling of leaves in the wind.

The bunny stood still for a few more seconds, until it was sure that it was safe to move, and started moving towards it's favorite stream.

Moving through the gloom foliage of the Everfree, it didn't take long for the small bunny to find the stream. Pushing past the leaves of a thick bush, it's adorably round eyes saw the soothing sight of a lazily flowing stream, surrounded by great healthy trees, and a small opening in the foliage that led directly to the stream. The calming atmosphere of this small stream seeped into the small bunny. With practiced ease the bunny hopped over to it.

The sounds of water flowing, the wind blowing against it's fur and the pure smells of the forest, was like a small slice of paradise for this small critter. It joyfully lowered itself closer to the waters surface.

As the crisp fresh water made contact with it's taste buds the bunny began greedily drinking from it. As it drank it's fill, the small bunny realised that the water was sweeter than it remembered. It was so unusually sweet but it couldn't stop drinking.

It began to drink in excess. The water tasted absolutely divine, nothing in this world could ever compare to the amazing and heavenly taste of this seemingly normal river. It felt as if this water was accidentally spilled from a cup only meant for seraphic beings.

Absolutely lost in it's excessive gluttony, the bunny didn't realise that it's fate had already been decided.

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The sound of shattering glass was deafening. All the ponies in the room stood still in shock, only braking from their stupor when they heard a muffled thud coming from beyond the window.

Hearing the shattering of the window two solar guards barged into the room. They both located the Princess and rushed to her side.

"What happened Princess?" Both of the solar guards had taken defensive stances around her in a few mere seconds, their gazes shot all across the room, looking for anything hostile or out of place.

The sight of two of her guards made her turn towards them. "Valgith jumped out of the window. I need both of you to see to it that he isn't hurt and to bring him back here safely."

The two guards saluted and left as quick as their hooves could carry them.

"Iron Shield." The solar guard perked up at his name being called.

"Yes Princess?"

"Could you step out of the room for a moment. I have something important to discuss with my student." Iron Shield nodded and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. She then turned towards her loyal student, the usually pleasant smile on her face was replaced by a serious expression, one that made Twilight feel like she just did something wrong and was facing a disappointed parent.

"Twilight, have you noticed anything weird with Valgith?" She usually wasn't so blunt in her approach, but this felt like it was an important enough subject to not beat around the bush.

"N-no. I can't say that I have." She was a bit hesitant to respond, as if she was afraid that one wrong word from her could have disastrous consequences.

Princess Celestia's stern gaze softened a bit. "Twilight, I'm not angry with you. It's just that this situation is very unusual. I just want to know if you have spotted what I did."

Twilight's nervous attitude calmed down a bit. "What did you spot?"

Celestia hummed in thought. "I'm not quite sure myself. When I approached Valgith he seemed." She paused for a few seconds, seemingly looking for the right word to use. "Odd." She approached the shattered window and looked outside. A sight of two royal guards chasing a small injured colt greeted her eyes. A small frown appeared on her muzzle.

"He doesn't trust us, and by merely looking at him I can see that the feeling is valid. He has had some very distressing experiences in the past." She sighed. "But that's not all, when I approached him the air around him felt different. Colder and somehow uninviting."

Twilight's brow furrowed in confusion. "I can't say I've ever heard of something like that. What could cause such a thing?"

"Do you remember the armor that he wore when you found him?" Celestia turned her head away from the window to face her student.

"Are you saying that the armor had something to do with it?"

"It could be, I've never met anypony with such an aura of gloom. It could be a side effect of the armor. Perhaps he might be under the effects of the armor."

"Are you saying he's possessed?" A tone of worry escaped Twilight's lips.

"Not necessarily, It would be obvious if he was. What I mean is that the armor could have a slight influence on his actions. Like just now when he ran away from me."

"So what can we do to help him?" A determined look appeared on her face.

"It seems that I will need to study the armor back in Canterlot. Meanwhile I want you to look after Valgith, and send me a letter if you see anything worrying about him or his actions. Otherwise you can keep sending me your discoveries in friendship."

"I will not let you down." Twilight spoke in a tone of confidence.

Celestia smiled, that sweet motherly smile gracing her lips once more. "Good."

Suddenly a small flash accompanied by a popping sound took the attention of the two ponies. A letter had appeared in between them. It was levitating in the air at head level.

A yellow aura surrounded the letter as Celestia brought it closer to her. "Excuse me for a second."

She then opened the letter and began reading. As her eyes traced the lines of ink on the paper her eyes narrowed a bit. "It seems there is some urgent business I need to take care of in Canterlot. I'm sorry to cut off our talk so short but I have to get back as soon as possible."

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Valgith turned his head to the side and spat out more black liquid out of his mouth. It made a slight sizzling noise for a few seconds as it melted away at the fresh grass, exposing parts of the soil underneath.

Both of the guards stood a bit further back from him, due to the terrible smell emanating from Valgith's mouth. It was like an invisible cloud that smelled of rot, gore and stomach acid that followed him every step of the way back to the hospital.

Every now and then a small hiss could be heard, as Valgith sharply inhaled in pain. The guards had offered to carry him back to the hospital but he had refused their help.

The small group stepped out of the treeline and into the open field. The hospital could be seen in the distance.

Now that Valgith wasn't being pursued, he took in his surroundings. The very healthy green grass, the small dirt path that lead from the hospital to deeper into town and the clear blue skies above.

He took in a deep breath through his nose. The scent of flowers, earth and the black sludge hit him.

'How do the Nurgle worshippers do this?' He frowned as the thought, he felt uncomfortably dirty, but compared to the worshippers of Nurgle this would be the cleanest they would ever be.

Now that he thought about it, he never felt dirty before. Of course he had felt dirty while he was still mortal, but after accepting chaos he never felt bothered about his non existent hygiene.

His eyes slightly narrowed in thought. 'Could this new predicament be the reason for this?' He looked down at his hooves, before huffing.

He glanced back towards the two guards escorting him. Both of them still following a few meters behind him. Both of them holding one hoof in front of their noses, trying to block out the smell.

From the corner of his vision he could see the shard of glass still protruding out of his back. He made a small grunt as he tried moving his wings, every small move he made with them caused a jolt of pain.

'If only I knew how to fly, then I wouldn't be in this mess.' He silently cursed his nonexistent flying skills as he continued walking.

'How am I going to explain myself?' Valgith scoffed. 'Running away from royalty like that, you fool.' As his thoughts echoed in his mind, he noted that he was approaching the hospital.

He could already see through the first floor windows. A few ponies inside spotted him walking towards the building. Quite many looked worried.

The doors of the main entrance swung open and a single pony ran outside to meet him.

"What were you thinking?" The purple blur stopped right in front of him.

"You could have-" Twilight's words were caught in her throat as her eyes landed on the sharp piece of glass jutting out of his skin.

Valgith simply raised his eyebrow at her. "I am fine, I've had worse."

"FINE? You have a giant piece of glass in between your wings!" Twilight's horn lit up and a purple aura surrounded Valgith.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness overcame him as he was lifted from the ground. On instinct he channeled magic into his horn and tried to overpower Twilight's telekinesis.

As his horn lit up, the magic aura around his horn wavered for a few seconds until Twilight spoke.

"Don't even try that Val, you'll just end up exhausting yourself."

Realizing that he couldn't overpower Twilight's magic he resorted to words instead. "Put me down this instant. I can walk perfectly fine."

Twilight started moving him towards the hospital in her magical grasp.

"I don't want you to get hurt more than you already have. You made us all worried."

Valgith exhaled sharply through his nose. "I can walk by myself. I am not some helpless creature."

The doors to the hospital opened as Twilight entered, Valgith floated just behind her.

A solar guard passed them both as they entered. Saying something to the two following guards before they all departed together, leaving the hospital from the front doors.

A couple of unnamed doctors and nurses saw him, and ran up to help him.

Valgith scowled at all the worried ponies around him. He didn't need their help. He was perfectly fine without them.

Though all of his protests against needing help, the doctors and nurses seemed to ignore him.

He was moved back into the same room he was in previously, the window he jumped out of had been somehow repaired.

Twilight was left back on the first floor, and he didn't spot the Princess anywhere. A small part of him was glad that he didn't have to meet with her again.

The doctors found multiple smaller pieces of glass in his wings, and all across his back, which took longer to remove.

It took about half an hour for the doctors to find and remove all the pieces of glass, disinfect the wound, clean him up and wrap up the wound in bandages. After all that was done, a basic slow healing spell was cast on the wound, to accelerate the healing process.

After the time was up, he was left back in the same bed to recover.

Not even a minute passed since the doctors left and the door was opened yet again. Behind it stood a certain purple unicorn.

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as she stepped into the room.

"The doctors said that you will make a full recovery. Just don't go jumping out of any windows anymore."

Valgith answered her with a low hum.

"Did the Princess leave?" A simple question, answered by a simple nod.

"She had something very important come up in Canterlot and had to leave. She hopes to hear that you are well."

Valgith let out a breath that he wasn't even aware he was holding.

"So... Why did you jump through the window?"

As much as Valgith hated to say it, he had to act like what he was currently viewed as, a child. He couldn't tell them the truth, so he told her the only lie he could think of at such a short notice. Swallowing his pride he opened his mouth.

"I was scared."

"Scared?" Twilight parroted. "Of the Princess?"

Valgith nodded.

"But why would you run? You could have just said something."

Valgith's face turned into a grimace.

"In my experience you either run or fight. If you do neither you are as good as dead, there is no time for a peaceful conversation."

After his words the room fell into silence as Twilight seemed to be in deep thought. Neither said a word for a few passing moments, until Twilight spoke once more.

"Where are you from?" A simple question, with a complicated answer. "You talk like the place you are from is very violent. There hasn't been fights in Equestria for a thousand years. At least not fights violent enough to leave scars like that." She pointed towards Valgith's scar ridden face with her right foreleg.

'How could that be? The ruinous powers are everywhere, how could these ponies not have experienced even a single fight in a thousand years? She must be lying.' Valgith's thoughts were a endless maze of questions. In his relatively short experience here, he has not seen even a single scar on any of the ponies, albeit he has only seen a handful of them. But statistically, at least one of the guards should have some kind of visible scar. Scars were are a very common sight in any city or town he had visited. Be it from battles or even something as simple as occasional farming mishaps. Nearly every single mortal had scars, but somehow these ponies had none.

"I am from the Empire." Valgith stated, as if that would explain everything to the mare.

"The Empire? Where's that?" Confusion was written on Twilight's face.

"You don't know where the empire is?" Twilight shook her head at his question. "In the old world." He stated, which caused her to shoot another confused look towards him.

Valgith sighed. "Do you have a map? I'll show it to you." At his request, in a flash of purple light, accompanied by a popping sound, a scroll appeared next to Twilight. She unraveled it in her magic and took a quick glance at it before turning it towards him.

Valgith was about to point to the part of the map he knew all too well before he paused.

Looking over the map he did not see the Empire. He did not see Lustria, Naggaroth or even the eyesore that is Ulthuan. Instead the map was showed him land he had never seen before, cities he had never even heard of and oceans that didn't exist.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Valgith lifted his gaze from the map and looked at the mare in front of him.

"What? Is there something wrong with the map?" She turned the map around in her magic and looked it over. "I don't see anything wrong with it."

"That's entirely wrong, it shows absolutely nothing of the known world." Valgith snatched the map out of Twilight's magic with his hoof and looked over it once more.

As Valgith took the map, his left eye which hadn't moved a single time since he woke up in this body, suddenly changed. In the pitch black a slightly glowing blue slit pupil appeared. At first it moved in lighting speeds as it gazed all across the room, as if taking in it's surroundings, before landing on the map in his hooves. The blackened eye did this all on its own while his red eye looked at the map.

"What is that?" Twilight suddenly asked, braking Valgith out of his inspection of the map.

His slit eye gazed up at the mare all the while his right eye stayed on the map. "What?" He asked, one eye still glued to the map.

"What happened to your eye?" A hint of worry and confusion could be heard in her voice.

"Do not worry about it." His slit pupils glow slowly faded, and his eye turned back to the normal pupil-less black. He raised the map up to his face, blocking the sight of Twilight out of his view.

'Strange, does she not know a single thing about chaos?' Every city he knew of would have already either thrown him in the dungeons or tried to kill him.

As his gaze was fixated on the map in his hooves he didn't notice Twilight slowly creeping towards him until she was right next to him, how did she move so silently with hooves? It was as if she simply materialized right next to him.

Jolting away from the mare his face scrunched in to a frown. "What are you doing shyish?" His temporary anger faded to surprise at what he had let slip.

Valgith froze, he had accidentally spoken in dark tongue. If they didn't know that he was a follower of chaos before then they would definitely know now.

He had an unfortunate habit of speaking in dark tongue when surprised. It had brought some trouble to him in the past.

He was ready to run if she showed even a single sign of aggression towards him. Instead her face seemed full of childlike wonder.

"Oh, what was that? Do you know other languages? Oh, I mean of course you do, if you're not from around here. What language was that?"

Surprised at the lack of aggression, Valgith let himself relax a bit, all the while Twilight was asking him questions.

"Do you not know what language that was?" Valgith cut through Twilights near endless questions with one of his own.

"No, I couldn't even mention a single language that sounds anything like it."

Valgith's brow furrowed in thought, but he wasn't able to think long before the purple mare asked yet another question.

"Could you tell me what you meant when you said that word? 'Shyhiish'?" She tried imitating the word but horribly mispronounced it.

It looked like Twilight wouldn't take no for an answer, it seemed she was one of those people that wanted to know everything about anything that interested them, something he could appreciate.

A small hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"It means many things but in this context it translates to, purple"

"Fascinating." Twilight had acquired a quill and a scroll from somewhere, she mumbled something while writing down notes.

"Are there any other words that you could teach me?" The hunger for knowledge could be seen in her eyes.

"Tduigu-Uis. It is a greeting." Twilight's gaze drifted back to her scroll as she furiously wrote down more notes.

"Did I write them correctly?" She turned the scroll towards him, showing her notes. The notes about black speech was written in some magic language that he couldn't recognise but somehow understood. It seemed to take small bits of many different magic languages that he knew of, creating an interesting blend of them all.

Another thing he noticed was that the black speech itself was written in the same magic language as the notes, instead of it's normal runes. It was obvious that the black speech would never work if it wasn't written as it's base runes.

An idea popped into Valgith's head. A very risky idea but it was one he decided to entertain anyway. He decided to write down some black speech for her. If the ponies did not recognise the very distinct written language of black speech, then he would know that these ponies likely had no idea about chaos, and it's accursed language. However if they did, then he'd simply have to add this small town to his list of places that he shouldn't visit and to leave immediately.

It was a decent way to see if his suspicions hold true. There was no way these ponies didn't know what chaos was, right?

"They are somewhat right, but let me show you how they are properly written down." Twilight simply smiled, the unending hunger for knowledge could be seen in her eyes, clear as day.

The quill she had in her magic levitated closer to him, before the purple aura slowly turned a deep blue as Valgith took it in his telekinesis, and went to writing down the black speech.

As the quill moved on the paper, twisted and chaotic runes appeared. The very ink that was used to make marks in the paper seemed to slightly shift and move on it's own. A feeling of guilty pleasure ran through his spine as the runes came to being, it was as if he was doing something really bad, and it felt so good.

It didn't take long for him to write two simple words on the piece of paper. As the quill came to a stop Valgith's eyes remained glued on to the paper for a few seconds as he simply listened. The only sound he could hear was Twilight's soft breathing in the near silent room.

Slowly he turned his head towards the mare. As his gaze met her face he noticed that she was still staring at the runes.

Valgith cleared his throat, an action which broke Twilight out of her stare.

"I've never seen letters like that. They are so fascinating." A small sparkle appeared in her eyes.

A small smile tugged at Valgith's lips.

If the close confidant of the Princess does not know of even the basics of chaos, that every single mortal should, then he was right.

This would make his presence here a lot more safe. While he would have to hide some parts of himself, at least he wouldn't need to be constantly on edge, awaiting for an incoming blade to stab him in the neck while he least expects it.

"I'm glad you find the language interesting." He handed the scroll back to Twilight, which she in turn took in her magic and brought it to her face. It was a miracle that the paper didn't burst into flames due to how intensely she was looking at the runes.

"I want to know everything about this language. Can you teach it to me?" The scroll was slowly levitated down just enough that her eyes could be seen.

"I could teach you." Valgith could practically hear her smile. "But it wont be for free." And then it faltered.

Both the scroll and map were quickly rolled back up and vanished with a small pop.

"What would you want? I could teach you something that you don't know, or maybe I could bring you some books from my private collection."

Valgith hummed in thought. 'I need some time alone to think about my current predicament, and formulate a proper plan. Perhaps a place of relative silence and privacy could help with that. Information would be a great boon as well, but money is important if I am to blend in with the locals.'

He was about to answer but then realised something.

'What about this new body? Do I need a reliable source of food and drink? Do I need to sleep once more? There is just too many unknowns.'

"Perhaps some money would be of use, seeing as I do not have a place to stay, nor do I have any food. Say, do you know of any inns here?"

"Inns? We do have a hotel here if that's what you mean." She paused and suddenly averted her gaze. "But you could spend a few nights at my house. I've got a spare bedroom."

"What? Why?" Valgith was taken by complete surprise. He had never been willingly invited into anyone's house before.

She looked back at him with a smile. "Why? Because it's so interesting talking with you, and that's not even counting in the fact that you'll teach me an entirely new language. You can stay at my house for a few weeks if you teach me that language, you can consider that as payment."

'This is suspicious. No one would offer something like that so willingly. Did she have an ulterior motive?' His face did not reveal is doubt.

'But this could be an opportunity. She doesn't seem to have any ill will towards me and that could always be exploited. Not to mention she is a confidant of a Princess. Having someone that important on my side will always be a good thing. I'll just have to keep my guard up for a little longer and be weary of any tricks she might pull.'

It didn't help that he actually didn't have any kind of say in this. He would have to accept the gesture to get into her good books, and if he refused she could very easily overpower his weak body by a simple telekinesis spell. He had to simply accept her kindness with open arms and go with her, at least for now.

Valgith opened his mouth to reply to Twilight but paused as a new thought entered his mind.

'Wait, since I am an orphaned child now, how come no one has even talked to me about moving me to an orphanage? Has everyone just collectively forgotten that important fact?' He questioned that odd fact but chose not to mention it.

He cleared his throat. "I accept."

"Great!" Twilight chirped. "Oh, I almost forgot. The doctors said that you are free to leave, just leave through the doors this time."

Valgith dropped out of bed, the sound of his hooves impacting the ground echoed in the room. "I'll take note of that."

"Would you like a tour of Ponyville? Seeing as you probably haven't been here before." Twilight asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I'll take the tour." He agreed, it would be good to know the layout of the town he would be staying in for the foreseeable future.

"Great! I have an idea where to go first." A small smile graced Twilight's lips.

As the door swung open and they entered the long hospital corridor, a familiar voice kept echoing in Twilight's mind. A kind and motherly voice that could calm any being under the sun. " I want you to look after Valgith."

The rest of the walk to the main doors of the hospital passed in relative silence, only sometimes interrupted by passing doctors and nurses.

Pushing the glass door open and stepping outside once more, Valgith took in a deep breath through his nose. The sight of Ponyville rested out in front of him. As they both started walking deeper into the town something caught his eye. Specifically the residents of this town. Ponies walking, talking to each other and some even relaxing in the shade of some trees, carefree and oblivious to the horrors just beyond their borders. They all acted as if they had no idea of the current affairs of the world.

Valgith slightly narrowed his eyes at the sight. Did they truly not know about the coming doom? The spread of chaos has nearly taken hold of the entire world. How come these ponies aren't preparing for war, or at least to defend themselves. The more he focused on the residents of this town the more information he seemed to spot about them. Many of them were unfit for battle. Pudgy midsections, weak looking muscles and the wastage of time were the first things he saw. None of these ponies looked like they could win against even a single lesser daemon.

"It's a nice day today, isn't it?" Twilight attempted to strike up a conversation to not make this tour awkward.

He didn't answer, but continued walking beside her, his eye was slightly glazed over as he was lost in his thoughts.

Twilight took note of this and turned her head fully to the right and looked at him, then turned to look at what he was watching so intently.

The road they were traveling on just happened to pass by a red single story building, atop the gabled roof hanged a green bell. Many a foal was playing near the building, sitting around in the swings or running around the playground. Then a sight of a pink pony appeared on the roof, she stood just below the green bell before she unceremoniously stuck her head into the bell and began banging her head inside of it. The impact of a head striking the bell made a pronounced chime that echoed out to the nearby foals. Many of which groaned, ceased their fun and begun making their way towards the building.

Valgith had been inspecting all of the residents of the town, lost in his own thoughts until the bell broke his concentration and caused his head to turn to the source of the noise.

"What in the-" The sentence died in his throat as he was so caught off guard by what he saw. The speed of the chimes had quickened as the pink pony kept on hitting the bell faster and faster, in spite of the lack of foals outside.

Valgith exchanged a look with Twilight. She smiled apologetically.

"Is this a normal occurrence here?" His right eyebrow raised a bit.

Twilight simply chuckled. "Well, no. Except if it's Pinkie. It's only weird if she isn't up to her weird antics. Speaking of her, I have to excuse myself for a moment." She turned away from him until quickly turning around once more. "Oh, and one more thing." She pointed at the red building. "This is the Ponyville schoolhouse." It seemed that the tour was still going smoothly.

Valgith watched Twilight make her way up to the schoolhouse.

Twilight stopped a few meters before the building in an angle where she could still see the pink mare banging her head inside the bell.

"Pinkie!" Twilight tried to catch her attention but the incessant chime never slowed down.

"Pinkie!" Yet again, no response. In fact it felt like the chime was getting even faster.

Deciding enough was enough Twilight's horn and the bell lit up in quick succession. The bell stood still, the seemingly insane mare still hit her head to the side of the bell twice before realising that the chime had stopped.

"Pinkie! What are you doing?" Twilight yelled up to the pink mare.

"Oh hiya Twi!" A pink head popped out of the bell. Attached to her head was a pink ball of cotton candy, or was that just her mane?

"What's up? Except me." She chuckled at her own little joke. "Get it? Because I'm up here and you're down there." She brought one of her front hooves up to her face to hide yet another round of muffled laughter.

Twilight was unamused by the joke. "What were you doing up there?"

"Oh, Cheerilee asked me to ring the bell at exactly one o'clock, so here I am!" She gave Twilight a big smile that seemed a bit too wide for her face.

"But what are YOU doing?" She put special emphasis on the word "you".

"I'm here to show Valgith around. He's new to town and I thought giving him a tour of Ponyville would be a great opportunity for him to meet some new ponies, and give him the locations of all the most important buildings here."

A ghasp escaped her lips. "Is he finally awake? Oh, I have to say hi to him." She quickly looked down towards the play area, her eyes fixated on a slide that was angled in a way that could be of use in her current situation.

She lowered her stance, her head and forelegs lowered, however her back legs didn't lower which made her rump stick out in the air. It looked like a predator ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey.

"Uhm, Pinkie? What are you-" Twilight couldn't even finish her question before the pink ball of cotton candy jumped from the roof.

"Weee!" She shouted while plummeting towards the slide.

Twilight couldn't keep her eyes off of the dangerous act her friend was performing.

In a gravity defying stunt Pinkie landed atop the slide perfectly before casually sliding down the slope.

"That was fun!" She simply smiled as she came to a stop at the base of the slide.

"That was very unnecessary." Valgith stepped next to Twilight.

"Well that's Pinkie for you" She casually answered.

In a flash Pinkie was gone from the base of the slide, somehow appearing right next to the odd duo.

"Hiya Vallie! I'm Pinkie Pie but all my friends call me Pinkie! It's so nice to meet you! I can already feel that we are best of friends! Did you know I'm friends with all of Ponyville? Oh, Did you know I bake the best cupcakes in Equestria? Well maybe not the best, but at least top five." Her forelegs surrounded his torso as she scooped him up in a hug.

"How wonderful, what's next? Are you going to tell me that Morrslieb is made of cheese?" He deadpanned.

"What's that? Is it a cheese wheel? Oh oh, is it a bread made of cheese?" She let go him go from her overly affectionate hug by dropping him back on all fours. Then she sat down, crossed her forelegs and rubbed her chin with a hoof as she hummed in thought.

"Oh I know! It's a candy made of cheese!" She smiled wide, expecting to be correct.

Valgith was at a loss for words, what was she even talking about? He shared another look with Twilight and she simply responded with. "Pinkie is Pinkie. Don't question it."

"Uhm, no. It's the the green moon." The wide smile was replaced with a questioning look from the pink mare.

"Uhh, Vallie I don't think there is a green moon."

He quickly checked the sky for any chance of seeing the elusive moon. He knew that on most days and nights it wasn't visible, but decided to take a look either way.

The sight that greeted his eyes was a slightly cloudy blue sky, with Morrslieb nowhere in sight.

He averted his gaze from the sky, focusing on the two mares in front of him once more. "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Twilight took a step forward. "There is no scientific evidence of a green moon. This is the first time I've heard of anything like that."

'How would that be possible? They would have to have seen it at least twice a year. Morrslieb always appears on Hexensnacht and Geheimnisnacht.'

"Do you have a different name for it? Ghyranek? Dark Moon? Black Moon?" From each name both of the mares shook their heads.

"I can't say I've heard any of those names. What about you Pinkie?" The pink pony shook her head once more.

"Nope! Ghyranek sounds like a funny word though. Ghyranek, Ghyranek, Ghyranek. Ghyyraaneeek." She played around with the word in her mouth, saying it in many different ways.

Valgith was starting to get irritated by this pink fluffball. "Can we get back to the tour?"

"Oh right, yes. We should get back to it, unless we want to do the tour in the dark."

"Where are you headed next?" Pinkie finally stopped repeating the same word.

"Well I had planned on visiting sugarcube corner first. Maybe get a small snack before completing the tour." When Twilight mentioned food a growl escaped from both Twilights and Pinkies stomachs.

Both of the mares blushed a little. "It seems neither of us have eaten yet." Twilight pointed out the obvious.

"Nope, I'm actually on my lunch break. I thought about using it to help out Cheerilee."

"You do know that you don't need to ring the bell for half an hour, right?" Twilight cocked her brow.

"Ehm, no?" An apologetic smile graced Pinkies face as she shrugged.

Twilight simply sighed.

"Let's get going." She led the way, walking deeper into town. Right beside her Pinkie was hopping along, somehow it seemed that from each hop a small spring like sound effect could be heard. All the while Valgith took to walking a bit behind them.

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait. Got a lot of projects recently and they have been taking up my time more than I thought.

If you spot any misspellings in this chapter I hope someone will point them out. I'll fix them right away.

Nevertheless hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

Oh and for the people who don't know or didn't google:
Hexensnacht is called Witching Night.
Geheimnisnacht is called Night of mystery.