And so, Hephaestus Wept

The soft sounds of rock and dust echoed in the halls of the once grand castle. Tapestries that hung limp and torn were pulled away in their entirety and folded as neatly as possible.

It was a difficult task... Said task made more so when the blacksmith had decided to hunt for proper tools for the job ahead of him.

"Aged and broken brooms..." Lulu murmured.

"Cracked and useless hammers..." March continued with a bitter tongue as he tossed another sorry excuse for a hammer over his shoulder and on to a pile of what he deemed to be scrap metal and wood.

"Somehow still all magically charged," Lulu added with a happier tone as the blacksmith knelt before his pile of junk, his partner's energies mixing with the latent and nigh exhausted magics held within the objects.

The best hammer head broke away and soon sat by his side and the best handle (broom or otherwise) now sat with it. Next was the best broom head (though "best" was pushing it) and of course the second best of the wooden handles. After a bit of Digital/Magical jury-rigging, March had a halfway useable hammer and a broom able to withstand a decent amount of energy infusion.

And so, for the last half of the day the blacksmith did his best to tidy up, breaking apart the larger "boulders" of debris and sweeping it into manageable piles... Until he fell over, hand on his stomach and pained gasps escaping him as he shouted.

"L-Lulu! How... How many years were we on that moon?" He questioned as he crawled along the floor.

His partner wasn't doing so well either, her owned pained shouts echoing her partner's, "One... AHHHHAAA!!! One thousand years!!!"

"One... Thousand..." With a grunt, March failed to keep his pace as he slipped and fell face first upon the floor, "How much... Magic was on that moon!?"

"DOES IT MATTER!?" Lulu shouted with pained indignation, "IT'S COMING OUT!!"

With one last cry underneath the moonlight, blacksmith and partners shared each other's pain as the castle was bathed in lavender light.

When March opened his eyes next, he found himself upon a bed decorated in space blue sheets, the cloth seemingly shining with the light of the stars themselves. To his right, Sato still in his Phascomon form and to his left, Lulu as a Lunamon. Directly before him was a winged horse of the darkest blue, mane flowing in nonexistent wind and shining with celestial light.

"WE HOLD HOPE THAT THESE ACCOMODATIONS ARE TO THINE PREFERENCES," The mare offered... Rather loudly, Lulu groaning as she held her ears.

"Marchy... Why is she loud..."

Sighing, the blacksmith sat up as he looked around the room, the entirety of it decorated much the same way.

"I don't mind this, but could you quiet down? My partners need their rest."

"WE APOLOGIZE, WE- We shall utilize Our "inside" voice, as Tia hath so bluntly put it," The mare replied as she drew closer... However, her inside voice was still quite audible.

"Still loud, but that's probably the best I'll get, isn't it?" The blacksmith asked as he slowly placed a hand on his stomach.

"As Co-Ruler of Equestria, tis Our obligation to make use of the Royal Canterlot Voice," The mare explained, "We have not yet formally become acquainted. We art Princess Luna, Co-Ruler of Equestria and Princess of the Moon. Thou art..." Her face contorted... Horn aglow as the scenery began to shift until returning to "normal", "How queer, We can not peer into thine dreams."

March pet Lulu gently as he smiled, "Right... March Sierravista. Scion of Morpheus, Hand of Thanatos... Hephaestus himself made flesh and Entropic Shard of the first Digimon King."

"King?" The princess questioned, "Dost though mean that We art in the presence of a fellow sovereign?"

"Eh, you could say I'm a fellow prince..." March looked away with a smile before his features mellowed, "Besides that, I have a good handle on my Dreams, so you'd have to be the Goddess of the Moon to even try."

"We see..." With a hum, Luna trot to the side of the bed as she stared at Sato, "Thou hast surrounded thyself with strange beasts."

"That strange beast is a part of me," March replied quickly and defensively.

"Except for me, I'm his mate and partner..." Lulu murmured, Luna blushing quite a bit.

"M-mate!?" This cry was only met with a chuckle and a tired "Womp womp." Clearing their throat, Luna looked to March once more, "Regardless, we have come here, to the crossroads of all Dreams, to thank thee for aiding the Elements of Harmony in liberating Ourselves from Our self inflicted torment."

Luna thusly bowed, wings unfurling and folding before her.

"Right... If it's all the same with you, I think I'll sleep now..."

With a yawn, March ignored Luna's further olden day speech patterns, hand upon Lulu's head as he practically banished the mare from his presence as his head fell upon the pillows of the dreamscape.

When next he awoke, he found himself in a tattered room, a stone replica of the spacial Dream Room. Alone, he realized that someone or something had dragged him to this half destroyed bed... Along with a crescent adorned lavender egg.

"Heheh... Hurt like a bitch... But here you are, little one..." With an exhausted yawn, March once more closed his eyes as his hand gently caressed the egg until he could move no longer. Minutes passed slowly, unbeknownst to the Blacksmith, the egg shined softly until it fell into the Void, multiplying endlessly as it fell... Right back on to the bed.

None the wiser, March awoke with a languid stretch as he once more smiled at the egg, "This one's special, I can feel it..."

"Mm... Special huh?" Sato murmured within the smith's soul along with Lulu, the two sharing in the happiness.

"Come on... Let's wrap her up and get back to work..."

Hours once more passed, March diligently cleaning more and more of the castle with the egg strapped to his back via a purified and cleaned tapestry cloth. Humming to himself, his work was interrupted at the sounds of keratin knocking upon the castle's door followed by soft trotting.

"H-hello!? March!? Are you there?" A somewhat familiar voice called out.

"Hey... That sounds like the purple one," Sato murmured.

"The one with the starburst on her butt?" Lulu asked.

"Let's not... Draw attention to that, it could be a cultural tattoo or something," March offered as he found his way to the mare in question, said mare slowly trotting along the stone carefully.

"You've certainly been... Busy?" The unicorn questioned as they spied the glistening top of the torso sized egg strapped to his back, "What... Is that? And what are you wearing to keep hold of it?"

"Oh this?" The blacksmith questioned in kind as he smiled, idly tugging the fabric, "I hope your rulers don't mind, I needed to use one of their banners to make a modified rebozo to carry my baby."

Twilight smiled... Curiously at this, "A rebozo? I don't think I've-" That was when her mind finally processed his words, "B-BABY!? YOU HAVE A BABY!? HOW!? WHEN!?" Popping in and out of existence in an instant, Twilight was now dangerously close to touching the egg...

Until of course a clawed finger hovered dangerously close to her neck, March having grown black cat ears, patches of black fur, as well as an elongated tail.

"Not. Another. Step..." He growled, golden slits staring the unicorn down before softening, "Sorry, Digitama though stronger than your average egg are still pretty fragi-"

With a loud thunk, Twilight had passed out, March sighing as he hefted the mare over his left shoulder and took her to the same bed he had awoken in...