"Ugh, I'm dying." Moon complained with a sore throat and a headache.

"Fucking hell, Moon. Did you drink during the night? I can practically get drunk just smelling it off of you." Gilda said and got up with a groan.

"Fuck off, get me a water." Moon replied.

"I must say, I believe you've had too much. That hangover's rough, it’s hard to clutch." Zecora added from the side as she searched through her mind for ingrediets.

"For fuck's sake, just get me some water." Moon said harshly as she held her head.

"I got'cha." Floral came around with a cup of water in on his head. "You should be grateful, just imagine how bad that hangover would've been if I had let you keep drinking." He said with an amused grin and gave her the water.

Gulping it all in one go, Moon gave a small sigh. "Thanks." She gave a simple gratitude as she covered her face with her wings. "I think I'm gonna lie here for a while." She said with a groan.

"Well, I'll prepare a hangover potion true, but I hope you won't abuse this brew." Zecora said with a small chuckle before heading towards the door.

"How'd you not learn your lesson after that drinking contest with Princess Celestia?" Gilda said with an amused grin as she took a stretch.

"Fuck off." Moon groaned again.

"Well, we're running a bit low on firewood. So you'll have to help me." Floral said calmly as he tapped Gilda on the shoulder. "Just drink plenty of water while Zecora makes the potion." He said before jumping over the fence.

"Oh, come on." Gilda gave a small complaint before ultimately following him over the fence.

"Got it." Moon complied with another groan.

"It has exactly been twenty nine days." Floral announced as he stood in front of the agents. "We have trained you as much as possible, improved your skills and taught you the basics on how to utilize your equipment. So, as for today, I will teach you something that could determine whether you live, or die." He explained.

"This was, pretty intense." Lyra, sipping on a cup of tea commented.

"Eh, it was good enough. Too bad they couldn't get enough real experience." Moon said as she snacked on some beef jerky with a slight daze.

"At least they'll get to experience it today." Gilda added whilst she was testing the string on her bow. "I'll have to get a new one soon." She muttered.

"It's impressive, yet worrying, I must confess. That you two already know of that mess." Zecora said.

"Times were different, Z. I had to get used to the blood lust. Killing intent though, I couldn't quite grasp that one." Moon spoke lazily.

"I believe that would be good indeed, a simple thought we all could heed." Zecora replied.

"What're you talking about?" Lyra interjected.

"Bloodlust and killing intent." Moon gave a simple reply. "It's basically the same, but if you can feel the difference if you're sensitive enough."

"What's the difference?" Lyra asked again.

"Bloodlust is your capacity to shed blood. It shows just how far you have the ability to go. Killing intent, on the other hoof, is just that. If bloodlust is a mountain that weighs down on you, killing intent is sharp, like a knife, and you can just feel where you're gonna get hit." Moon explained calmly with a bored expression.

"And, you felt it before?" Lyra asked nervously.

"Where do you think all that fear comes from when you're fighting?" She asked sarcastically.

"I don't know, I've neve-" Lyra was interrupted as she suddenly felt a heavy pressure on her.

Almost fainting from it, she barely tilted her eyes towards Floral. In her eyes, he had suddenly turned to a pure dark creature with glowing red eyes. She could certainly feel a dangerous aura from him, something that felt like it was crushing her. Completely incapacitated, she felt true fear for the first time.

"That fucking idiot." Moon said with a small frown and tapped Lyra, waking her up.

"Huh?" Lyra was confused, the pressure gone like it was never there.

"So, that's what you meant." Gilda said with a heavy expression.

"It's already a fucking miracle he hasn't lost it yet." Moon said annoyedly.

"It's quite sad to know my friend went through so much. The pain they've endured, beyond any crutch." Zecora commented, shaken up.

"You don't know the half of it." Moon said with a heavy tone. "Well, not like we could do much." She said frustrated. "We can only sit back and watch until he either loses his shit or gets over it."

"That's, harsh." Lyra spoke up.

"There's plenty of things you don't know." Moon turned to Lyra with a small frown. "I'll tell you this, don't blame him." She warned before getting up. "I'm gonna take a piss." She said and walked off.

"It is certainly dangerous, no doubt at all. One wrong step, and he could easily fall." Zecora said wisely before sighing. "As Moon has said, we can only pray, that he'll get through it, come what may."

"Damn it, that's so annoying." Gilda said with an annoyed expression.

"Hmm." Lyra was worried, but she couldn't say much as she didn't know enough.

"Okay, so, this is really annoying." Twilight said as she placed a notebook down.

"It was never that easy." Blueblood commented and poked a vine.

"Think we'll get in trouble for this?" Light asked and placed a scroll on the notebook.

"Eh, at least we didn't do it inside." Blueblood shrugged and picked up the vine. "Got any suggestions on how to autopsy this? The last one disappeared as soon as it was cut open, right?"

"Not really. And running its' magic through the thaumatic reader, it's just the new magic. So, we were right. The amount of magic doesn't make that big of a difference, rather, the level of control is the most important aspect." Twilight said as she opened and read the scroll again. "But."

"But, we'll have to make an entirely new system of runes and spells to use it." Light finished for her with a small sigh. "Well at least we're making progress."

"Ah, what the!?" A pony dressed in a butler outfit exclaimed in shock.

"Steady Hooves, tell Hedge Trim to skip work for the day." Blueblood told him casually before turning back to the experiment.

The butler gave a short bow before leaving.

"So basically, we'll be rewriting the history of magic itself." Blueblood said with a small grimace.

"Yep, isn't that exciting?" Twilight asked as quite a few different theories went through her head.

"I guess it is!" Light exclaimed.

"Well, we should probably deal with somehow first though." Blueblood suggested and pointed at the cluster of vines sitting in the middle of his garden.

"And that's basically the full report." Blueblood finished and laid down a folder on Celestia's coffee table.

"That's excellent!" Celestia was more than happy. "Is there anything you're lacking in your research? I'd be more than happy to help if I could."

"Well, we don't entirely know how this new magic works. And our current running theory, is that it's a type of magic that's, primordial, to say the least." He explained calmly.

"Primordial, huh. It could be old enough that ponies haven't existed yet." She theorized. "Since, this is a new type of magic we're dealing, and nopony has ascended yet." Her words trailed off.

Blueblood gave a heavy sigh. "Yeah, I couldn't believe it at first either."

*Creak*

"Celly, you should really get that door looked at." Luna said before walking in, a book floating behind her. "Anyways, I had been looking through-oh, hello nephew Blueblood. Am I interrupting something important?" She asked innocently.

"Hello, Aunt Luna." Blueblood greeted.

"It's a theory, but, you may be pretty shocked to find out what it is." Celestia spoke with a serious tone.

"Oh, are you talking about Floral being an alicorn?" Luna simply asked.

"Huh?" Celestia instantly shut down.

Blueblood couldn't even let out a sound as he froze in place.

In pure silence, the three ponies stared at each other.

*Bam*

"Your highness!" Fancy Pants suddenly appeared, slamming the door open hastily. "Oh, highness-es." He corrected himself. "I have found evidence that may suggest that a fourth-er fifth alicorn is alive and well!" He suddenly remembered Moon before presenting a folder.

A few seconds passed.

"What?" He finally asked as everypony was staring at him.

Celestia took a deep breath before giving a big sigh. "Just how am I the last to realize this?" She asked herself.

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, Floral himself probably doesn't know." Luna said with a simple shrug.

"Why is Lord Floral coming into the conversation?" Fancy Pants interjected.

"Aunty Luna believes he's an alicorn." Blueblood answered for the rest.

"Ah, I see." Fancy replied and looked over his folder. "It would make sense."

The rest were in agreement.

"Welp, we can't really coronate him, might as well deliver the news." Luna said with a small shrug and magicked a scroll to her before leaving early.

"This lines up with what I was thinking about anyway." Celestia spoke tiredly and pulled out a stack of files.

Blueblood gave a small sigh. "We are so bucked." He said annoyedly as he listened to distant clacking coming from outside the door.

"So, was any of us supposed to stop them?" Fancy asked curiously as he peeked out the balcony, the distant image of a pegasus disappearing.

"Technically, yes. But, I've now been awake for one hundred and thirty two hours straight and no longer have the capacity to care." Celestia replied whilst suppressing a yawn.

"Eighty two hours for me." Blueblood stated before turning to the door. "Good night." He said and walked off.

"Well, um, I hope you have a good rest?" Fancy said before walking off.

"Close the door on your way out." Celestia said without looking away.

"Yes, your highness."

Author's Note

This one's short, but I'm gonna compensate it.

If you thought of your private parts, get your mind outta the gutter.

I couldn't actually find a good way to transition towards the next part, so, read the next one, I guess.

Thanks!