I lost my voice about a minute in. I wouldn’t say I’m afraid of heights, but when the only thing between you and a long, painful fall is another pony’s grip, it’s hard not to be terrified. I tried not to look down, but it’s like trying to ignore a car crash on the side of the road—you just can’t help yourself.

And it was as beautiful as it was terrifying. The dull gray and yellow of the landscape below gave way to vibrant green pastures. Mountains passed by, their snow-capped peaks glinting in the sunlight. Sparkling rivers snaked through the land, and tiny towns dotted the terrain, looking like something out of a painting—if that painting also happened to be my reality. I could even see train tracks crisscrossing below, all leading to our destination: the tallest mountain in the range, where the pink explosion had originated, and where now, high in the air, a tall white city clung to its peak.

Canterlot. The capital of this nation, a city ‘everypony’ was supposed to know. Everypony, that is, except me.

The air was cold—colder than it had been on the ground, even though the late afternoon sun warmed our backs. If not for the thick coat of fur covering me, I’d probably freeze to death up here.

Instinctively, I tightened my grip on the female guard holding me, just in case she suddenly lost her grip, or something went wrong. Her swooping and gliding through the air didn’t help calm my nerves.

"Great view, huh?" she said, noticing I’d stopped screaming.

"I much prefer the ground," I muttered, my voice still hoarse from earlier.

She tsked, miffed. "Earth ponies are all the same..."

I glared up at her, but it was hard to do anything threatening when she was the one above me. "Oh, so now you think I’m a pony?"

"Hey, it's not my fault you're suspicious as Tartarus!"

"And that gives you the right to kidnap me?!"

Then, just to make matters worse, she did something that nearly gave me a heart attack. Without a second thought, she flipped her head upside down, paying no mind to where she was heading, and locked her sharp eyes onto mine.

"We're not kidnapping you," she snapped, her voice rising. "We're arresting you! There's a difference!"

The other guard, flying ahead of us, shot a quick glance back at her outburst, his eyes narrowing. "Sky, stop talking to the suspect. You’re on the job, not on vacation."

She quickly righted herself and resumed flying. "Yes, Sergeant!"

Please, no. Having a conversation is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.

One quick look down made me gulp in fright. I needed to think of something else—anything else. Even though she had me secured with her magic, I really didn’t like having my lower body dangling in the open air like that.

I forced myself to look up, my gaze locking onto my detainer.

“Sky, huh? That’s your name? Isn’t it a little... unimaginative?” I muttered, my voice quieter now. “It’s like naming an earth pony ‘Earth’ or a unicorn ‘Magic’. Who does that?”

Sky didn’t respond, her eyes fixed ahead. But the increased pressure from her hooves told me she’d heard me anyway.

“I’ll take your silence as agreement,” I continued. “But hey, I’ve got an idea. How about I come up with a better name for you? Just say something if you don’t want me to.”

She stayed silent, though her grip tightened further, and I could feel the flap of her wings becoming less fluid. I grinned. If they thought they could take me without any resistance, they were in for a rude awakening.

“Hm... how about Floppy Wings? I think that suits you much better!”

She growled but still didn’t respond. It was still a win in my book, but... she wasn’t talking back. Maybe I could push a little further?

“No? Not a fan? That’s fine. I’ve got another one! How about Featherbrain? Personally, I think that one’s a real winner.”

That’s when I realized taunting the only pony keeping me from plummeting to the ground was probably a horrible idea. Without warning, she tucked her wings in, sending us into a terrifying dive. My stomach lurched, and for a split second, the ground rushed up toward me.

Before I could even scream, she spread her wings wide, catching the air and pulling us sharply back onto our flight path.

“Sky? What happened?” the Sergeant called out, confused by the sudden maneuver.

“Sorry, Sergeant,” Sky replied smoothly, not missing a beat. “I thought I saw a flock of birds and had to avoid them.”

The Sergeant frowned before letting out a sigh. “Look, I get it—it’s been a long day. But I expect more from you, Sky. You’re in the royal guard. Act like it. Don’t make rookie mistakes.”

Sky didn’t answer at first. Her body stiffened at the Sergeant's words, and for a moment, she looked genuinely ashamed of herself.

“Uh… y-yeah… sorry, Sergeant. It won’t happen again.”

The Sergeant simply nodded, his expression unreadable, then regained speed and corrected their course.

As we resumed our path, I noticed Sky falling slightly behind the other guard. Her wings tilted just enough to slow her down, putting a little distance between them. She was clearly trying to get far enough away so she could speak to me without him hearing.

“I suggest you drop your little game,” she said, her voice low enough that only I could hear. “Or else I drop you.” Her hooves loosened slightly around my armpit.

My eyes widened. “You wouldn’t...”

“Try me.” Her voice had a cold edge now, and with a quick motion, she tightened her grip again.

I shut my mouth, my stomach flipping with unease at the thought. Keeping my eyes fixed on her, I studied her body language carefully. Now wasn’t the time to rush in blindly. I needed information—useful information. So, I started replaying our earlier interactions, looking for anything that might give me an advantage.

The rest of the trip was uneventful… or at least, I wish I could say that. About an hour later, halfway to the capital, a massive rainbow blast exploded near the far end of the city, sending a ripple of colors through the sky before a full-on rainbow slowly arced into view. Just like that. It wasn’t even raining! The very definition of ‘sunshine and rainbows’, with the literal city in the background.

It was one of those moments that made me wonder if I wasn’t really just having a bad trip.

“Buck, I really wanted to see the ceremony,” Sky muttered, staring at the spectacle before us with envy.

I glanced up at her. It was the first thing she’d said in over an hour. She’d mostly kept to herself. Since our last conversation, I’d had the chance to think—when I wasn’t panicking, that is, which was happening less and less as time went on.

You get used to things pretty quickly. When nothing happens for a long stretch, even panic eventually transforms into sheer boredom.

“Is that rainbow normal?” I asked, taking another shot at conversation.

Of course, she didn’t respond. She just kept her eyes forward, deliberately ignoring me. But hell, my bravery—or stupidity—was back. Time to enact Plan A. Which wasn’t really a plan at all—just an idea, and my only one at that. My guess was she’d been bluffing earlier, that she wouldn’t actually drop her charge. I just hoped I read her right.

“Hey, Featherbrain, I’m talking to you!”

“Want me to drop you?” Her voice was cool, but there was a sharp edge underneath it that made my gut tighten.

I grinned despite the nervous flutter in my chest. “Do it. I dare you.”

Seconds dragged. The air whipped past us, and the height beneath me suddenly felt a lot more real. The ground was a distant blur, but it might as well have been a chasm. My stomach twisted in knots.

She growled in frustration. “Sweet Celestia, you’re annoying.”

“Ha! I knew it! You can’t!” I shot back, pointing my cuffed hooves at her like I’d just won some great victory. And honestly, it felt like I had—the sheer relief that washed over me was a welcome weight off my shoulders.

She hissed, “I can still make this trip miserable—stop moving, you idiot!” Panic laced her words as I shifted my weight, making it harder for her to keep her balance. My little victory move had thrown us off course. I froze instantly. Sure, she wasn’t going to drop me on purpose, but… accidents do happen.

When she finally regained control, I couldn’t help myself. "Oh, so now you care, huh?"

“Of course, I care! I’ll lose my job if you die on my hooves!” she snapped, her voice tight with exasperation.

“Well, then secure me better,” I shot back, the cocky smile still plastered on my face, though my stomach wasn’t so sure.

“I am!” she retorted, her hooves tightening around me.

"Well, you're doing a terrible job. One star. Would not recommend," I quipped, as if I were speaking to customer service, though I knew full well I was the nightmare ‘customer.’ But hey, that's what you get when you kidnap one.

She sucked in a deep breath. I could practically hear the frustration rolling off her. “How do I shut you up?”

“Simple,” I said, knowing I had her right where I wanted her. “Just tell me what that rainbow explosion was, and I’ll stop being a nuisance. Deal?”

Her wings faltered for a second, the sound of air whooshing through them audible even over the wind. I was starting to think I’d lost—until she spoke again.

“Ugh, Fine.”

“Alright!” I beamed, the smugness returning full force. “Now we’re talking. So, what was that thing?”

“…A sonic rainboom.”

“A what?” I asked, my voice edging into confusion.

She sighed, clearly done with my nonsense. “A sonic rainboom. Now, shut—”

“No, no. I heard you.” I interrupted. “But that’s it? A rainbow explosion? Come on, give me more than just the name!”

Her eyes shot to the front, narrowing as she tried to push us through the air with more force. "Sergeant, permission to knock him out?!" Her voice rose, clearly exasperated.

“Denied!” came the Sergeant’s voice from ahead, though I could tell he wasn’t paying much attention.

“Ugh… Celestia, give me strength. Who doesn’t know about sonic rainbooms? Never seen one? Like you never heard of Canterlot? You know that’s another strike against you?” she muttered under her breath.

“I said I’m not a pony!” I shot back.

“Yes, because you’re a changeling!” she snapped, her voice laced with frustration.

Is she serious right now?

“Then how come I don’t know what Canterlot is if I meant to invade it, huh? Answer me that, genius!” I couldn’t help myself. The frustration was starting to spill over.

She hesitated, clearly unsure of how to respond. “You’re only pretending to,” she muttered like I was the one being ridiculous.

“Oh, come on!” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re that dumb!”

“Keep it up,” she said with a dangerous edge, “And dropping you won’t be an option anymore—it’ll be a guarantee.”

I chuckled. “Please. I already have you figured out. You’re not the type.”

She raised an eyebrow, turning her head so she was looking upside down at me in that ridiculous way that made me fight not to laugh. “Oh, do you?! And what is my type?!”

I let the smirk slide back into place. “An emotional, romantic, and volatile mare.”

I knew I was generalizing, but that wasn’t the point. Based on the few interactions I’d had with her; it was the best profile I could form—at least for now.

Her eyes widened, and I could see her wings twitch as she nearly lost control again. “I AM NOT—” She stopped herself, coughing to cover up the shout. “—emotional.”

I didn’t even bother to respond, just enjoying the fact that I’d hit a nerve.

“I’m not emotional!” she repeated, her tone edging toward desperation.

“Yeah, yeah, you already said it.” I raised an eyebrow, teasing. “The volatile part, though...”

She groaned, more exasperated than I’d ever seen her. “Argh! You are the most aggravating, disrespectful, unpleasant stallion I’ve ever met!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said, grinning even wider. “Now, can we finish the actual conversation, or do you want to keep insulting me?”

She stared hard at me, and after a long, weighted moment, she sighed and finally lifted her head to look forward again. “A sonic rainboom happens when a pegasus breaks the sound barrier. That’s what makes the explosion and the rainbow.” She nearly dethroned Maud with the sheer monotony of her voice.

“Hold on. That makes absolutely no sense,” I said, frowning. “I can buy the explosion part, even if a pegasus flying that fast to break the barrier is already far-fetched. But where the fuck does the rainbow come from?”

She shrugged, the movement almost imperceptible in the way she steadied herself. “I dunno, that’s just how it is. Pegasus magic, or whatever. You happy now? Can you shut up?”

I sighed. “A deal’s a deal.”

“Good.” She said it so flatly, that it sounded hollow even from my ears.

Well great. I just know that the rest of this trip is going to be fan-fucking-tastic.

We finally arrived as the sun was dipping below the horizon.

My first impression of Canterlot? White. Very, very white. The city was perched on top of a mountain by... magic, I think? I sure as hell hoped so, because if it was the work of engineers, they’d have nightmares just at the sight of it. The architecture was stunning, sure, but more in an artistic, ‘I’m trying to make a statement’ way than in a ‘this is actually functional’ one. Too many bridges going everywhere, towers that made zero sense in terms of placement, and buildings that looked like someone just tossed them around like seeds, letting them sprout randomly. There were even waterfalls flowing through the city, pouring out like it was the latest trend. And gold. Gold everywhere. Fountains, vibrant colors, way too much glitter for my taste. The streets were ridiculously wide for a species that—at least I think—doesn't use cars. Wait, scratch that. They had carriages pulled by other horses?!

Is this a job or are they slaves?! Like, is there a caste system I’m missing? Because I already struggle enough with moving rocks, I don't want to start pulling carriages.

All in all, it was the work of an artist—not an engineer.

We arrived at the sounds of partying. The streets were packed with little horses bustling around, heading to different venues. All celebrating this ‘wedding.’ I could hear the music from up here and let me tell you—it was not classical. No, it was full-on rock, pop, and electronic.

This world made absolutely no sense to me. The Pie family looked like they stepped out of the 19th century, with their rustic farm, houses, and lack of modern utilities. But then you’ve got the royal guards, who look like they were plucked straight out of ancient Rome and transformed into little horses, and all that mixed with... this music.

Is that a fucking DJ over there?!

There were only two possible explanations for all this. One: the Pie family was either ridiculously old-fashioned—or Amish, for that matter. Could horses even be Amish?—or two: this was all just the result of being stuck in some bizarre story. I was leaning toward the second option, but, hey, that was probably my bias talking.

The closer we got, the more I could see the sheer number of ‘ponies’ celebrating. This wedding must’ve been a huge deal, there were so many of them, dancing, drinking, singing—strangely all in perfect unison, like some kind of choreographed performance—and even a few couples kissing. The outfits ranged from the classic, like intricate dresses and elegant tuxedos to... well, let’s just say risqué was putting it mildly.

And uh… yeah. Somehow, seeing mares in those kinds of outfits was hitting me harder than if they were just straight-up naked. Make it make sense, brain.

Though, now that I really looked, it seemed there were more mares than stallions. Maybe the guys just weren’t as interested in the wedding? Honestly, I couldn’t blame them—wasn’t really my kind of thing either.

“Sky, we’ll land on the castle grounds. Prepare for landing.” The Sergeant's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Roger that,” Sky replied.

With controlled wingbeats, Sky slowed our descent, guiding us toward one of the landing platforms on these so-called castle grounds. She angled her wings slightly upwards, cutting down on our forward momentum. As we neared the ground, Sky folded her wings partially to let us hover just above the surface. With a final, precise flap, she touched down lightly. The sound of her hooves making contact with the ground was barely audible, as she landed with military precision.

I say ‘Sky’ because I wasn’t being held anymore. No. Just before we hit the ground, she let go of my armpits, and gravity took over, pulling me down like a sack of potatoes. My legs, completely numb from the extended flight, didn’t exactly handle it well.

I hit the ground with a thud. My legs flailed out in a star formation. It didn’t hurt. I only fell a couple feet, if that. But the experience was still unpleasant. And now my face was making intimate contact with the surprising soft ground.

This was quickly becoming an annoying pattern.

“Ugh, did you really have to let me go like that?” I groaned, still sprawled on the field.

She looked over with a little smirk, clearly enjoying my misery. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sky then completely ignored me and trotted up to the Sergeant ahead, her smirk vanishing as she shifted back into serious mode. "Sergeant, may I be dismissed? I need a break."

“Denied. We still need to escort him to miss Sparkle.”

She sighed, resigned. “Yes, sir.”

Sky trotted back over to me, giving me a gentle shove with her hoof. “Alright, up. The sooner we get you to her, the sooner I can rest.”

“I’m so sorry my kidnapping is cutting into your schedule,” I muttered sarcastically.

When the feeling in my legs finally returned, I shakily pushed myself back up. I tried to take a step but almost face-planted. Oh, right. My hooves were still cuffed. So now I had to trot two legs at a time and let me tell you—it was not comfortable.

We started to trot in the same formation as in the air earlier: the Sergeant in front, Sky behind, and me, of course, in the middle, trotting like the ungodly child of a snail and a stepladder. As we moved, I glanced around. The Castle Grounds were quite a sight. The landing platforms soon gave way to gigantic marble walls and colorful windows—each one depicting some kind of story, or at least I assumed that was the case, given the little colorful horses in the artwork.

To be honest, I wasn’t all that interested. I had enough difficulty just trying to trot. If there was one thing I was seeing abundantly, it was the floor. And it was very polished. The sound of our hooves echoed through the grand corridor, which seemed way too large for this many ponies to be walking through.

A few other ponies and royal guards passed us, giving us—or rather me—a few confused glances. If I hadn’t been so focused on not tripping, I probably would’ve felt humiliated. But with each guard that passed, a more pressing thought kept nagging at me:

Are they all twins of each other?!

They all looked identical—minus their height and maybe some minor body parts like horns or wings. Same color. Same armor. Like, did the story just make one model of a royal guard and then run out of time and said: ‘Fuck it, duplicate the shit out of it!’.

How do they even recognize each other?!

Before I could mull over this any longer, we reached the end of the long corridor, where a massive archway stood, guarded by a trio of ponies. It seemed like it led to the courtyard where the celebration was most likely happening, judging by the loud music and voices spilling from the other side.

One of the guards stepped forward to block our way. She was a mare—easily distinguishable for two reasons. First, she wasn’t wearing a helmet, which allowed her feminine features to stand out. And second, she was the only one not sharing the same coat and mane color as the other guards.

I also discovered that fairytales are dead wrong. Seeing a unicorn in person was far from magical; it was downright intimidating. She radiated an aura that screamed ‘Don’t mess with me’. Her horn wasn’t cute or sparkly like in the books—no, it was the kind of horn that made you think: ‘That thing could probably impale me in one swift movement’.

She held herself with a poise that oozed authority and duty. Her smooth cream-colored coat was impeccable, and her red and orange mane and tail were styled practically, clearly designed to avoid any interference.

“Sergeant Thunderhoof, Private Sky Danser. Report.” The unicorn mare ordered.

“Lieutenant.” The two guards escorting me saluted. “The southern region of Equestria has been cleared. No sign of changelings remaining.”

Suddenly, a soft orange glow emanated from the Lieutenant’s horn. A scroll hidden in her armor floated out, accompanied by a quill, both moving as if guided by an invisible hand. The scroll unfurled, seemingly at an unspoken command, and the quill, already dipped in ink, hovered just above the parchment. The items were enveloped in the same orange glow from her horn. Without a sound, the quill began to write, its movements fluid and graceful, as if composing the orders of its owner with effortless precision.

Holy shit! Why can’t I have that instead?!

“Excellent.” The quill made a final flourish on the page. Once satisfied with her writing, the Lieutenant’s eyes shifted to me, her gaze sharp and intense as she scrutinized me. “And the stallion?”

“Suspected to be one. He seemed unable to identify his origin and… didn’t know what Canterlot was,” Thunderhoof replied.

The two guards stationed at the archway turned toward me as soon as the reason for my suspicion was mentioned.

“Really?” The Lieutenant’s eyes pierced into mine. There was something more than curiosity in her expression—something that felt more like a predator sizing up its prey. I shuddered involuntarily. “Interesting. Do you plan to verify his identity?”

“Yes, ma’am. By Twilight Sparkle, if she’s available,” Thunderhoof said.

She nodded. “Good. We can’t be too cautious after this disaster.” For the first time since they’d begun speaking, a trace of fatigue crossed the Lieutenant’s face.

The scroll and quill returned to her armor with a flick of her horn.

“Thank you both for your work. Miss Sparkle should still be in the main garden with the other guests. You’ll find her there.” She waved a hoof in the indicated direction. “And you, take a rest after this. And that’s not a suggestion, Thunderhoof. It’s an order.” She emphasized the point with a pointed gesture.

He nodded with a small smile. “Thank you, Lieutenant. I’m sure I won’t start disobeying that kind of order.” He chuckled and started toward the courtyard, but the Lieutenant stopped him with a hoof pressed gently against his chest.

She lifted her head slightly and murmured something into Thunderhoof’s ear, causing his ears to twitch. I didn’t catch the words, but by the way his wings stiffened and the blush creeping up his face, I had a pretty good guess.

Mares sure are assertive here…

After a brief, awkward pause, Thunderhoof cleared his throat, clearly trying to hide his blush. We passed through the arch, the Lieutenant’s gaze never leaving us—well, more specifically, Thunderhoof’s rear.

A quick glance back showed Sky in a surprisingly somber mood. Her ears were pinned back, and her muzzle was pointed downwards. Even though I was a bit curious as to why her mood had taken such a nosedive, I couldn’t bring myself to ask. Instead, I decided to focus on the change in scenery—and what a change it was.

The marble and colorful corridors faded away, replaced by lush green gardens filled with exotic flowers, plants, and trees I couldn’t even begin to identify. It was as if we’d stepped through a portal into a world more alive with greenery than I’d ever seen. The vibrant foliage stretched endlessly in every direction, the leaves shimmering in the low light. Even the distant sound of music and laughter, growing louder with every step, couldn’t diminish the sheer natural beauty of the scene before me. Some of the plants even glowed softly in the growing night, their bioluminescent flowers casting a gentle light on the way.

And when I really thought about it... it was kind of ridiculous. Here I was, arrested and stuck in the body of a horse, trotting awkwardly through this beautiful landscape in cuffs, escorted by two royal guards who looked like they’d stepped straight out of some Roman-themed cosplay. Meanwhile, a wedding party was happening just up ahead, filled with little horses dancing to pop music.

I had mixed feelings about how to feel about it.

“Do I get compensated for this?” I asked, snapping Sky out of her thoughts.

Thunderhoof glanced back over his shoulder. “If you’re innocent, yes.”

“And how the hell do I get back to Rockville?” I pressed.

“By train,” he replied, unconcerned.

“Is the trip free? Because I sure as hell don’t have any money.”

He sighed, his head dropping in exasperation. “Mr. Oblivion, I don’t think you understand how serious your situation is.”

“Ha! You have no fucking idea,” I chuckled.

Thunderhoof stopped trotting and slowly turned to face me. “We just fought off changelings. You don’t know where you’re from. You keep using strange words and phrases. Canterlot’s a mystery to you, and when I saw you earlier, you looked like a foal seeing levitation magic for the first time. That’s not a coincidence; that’s an anomaly. And we don’t like anomalies in my line of work.”

“I told you what I was.” I gritted my teeth.

“Then you are a fool. You don’t need a cell, you need medical attention. Anything else is not my problem after this.”

Before I could respond, he turned back and we stopped just a few feet from a crowd of ponies dancing. The music, already loud, seemed to amplify as we approached. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my longer ears, but the sound felt almost overwhelming.

The ponies were dressed in all sorts of elegant outfits that could’ve stepped straight out of a high-society gala. The mares wore flowing gowns, some adorned with intricate patterns or shimmering fabrics, while the few stallions in attendance sported sharp tuxedos that gleamed in the soft light. And, boy, were they dancing. Some moved and twirled with grace, others tapping their hooves in time to the beat. But all seemed to somehow sing along perfectly to the song.

“Sky, stay with him. I’ll go fetch miss Sparkle.”

“Yes, Sergeant,” Sky said, her voice firm.

Thunderhoof slowly made his way into the crowd, disappearing between the dancing ponies.

“What an asshole,” I commented.

“Says who?” Sky shot back, glaring at me. “Because I seem to recall somepony being an asshole as well on the trip earlier.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you kidnap that ‘somepony’ and threaten to drop him from the sky,” I shot back.

“You insulted me!” she snapped.

“And that gives you the right to lose your shit? You’re a royal guard, aren’t you? Where’s your composure?” I retorted.

Her ears twitched, and for a moment, she looked like I’d hit a nerve.

“I’m done talking to you,” she said flatly, returning to her duties. She stood tall, scanning the crowd with a focus that bordered on tense.

I fell silent as well. There was nothing else to say. For now, all I could do was wait for this ‘Sparkle’ pony to show up. I sank down onto the soft grass, my gaze drifting to the happy little horses dancing to the music.

The sight made me feel detached from it all. Here I was, surrounded by colorful blobs of fur having the time of their life, while I sat there, feeling like an outsider. The colors and sounds seemed to blur as they came nearer, as if they were fading into the background the closer they got to me. I never felt more isolated than ever.

Even before all this alien-body crap, something about this place, this situation, felt empty. Limestone had come into my life and brought something with her—maybe a sense of purpose, or at least a connection. But now that she wasn’t around anymore, it hurt. More than before. And I learned that it's not the loneliness that hurts, but knowing what it feels like not to be alone—and then having it ripped away.

Something caught my eye at the edge of my vision. A blur of purple gradually took shape, revealing a rather cute unicorn mare in a gown. Her dress was a vibrant shade of pink with strong red undertones. The base attached to her barrel and ended past her tail, almost like a cape, adorned with two purple ribbons on either side. Around her neck was a bright green necklace with a pink-and-red star in the center, and atop her head, a small crown of pearls and flowers rested.

She moved with an air of nervousness and something else—curiosity, maybe? There was just something about her that kept me from looking away. Thunderhoof walked beside her, their conversation just a murmur as they approached.

When they stopped in front of me, the mare studied me intently, her eyes scanning me from head to hoof. She blinked, as if trying to solve some kind of puzzle at the sight of me. Then, closing her eyes with a hoof pressed to her temple, she took a deep breath, straightened herself, and finally spoke.

Author's Note

Yeah.... sorry for the cliffhanger! I just felt like the chapter was getting a bit too long. But hey, Oblivion is finally meeting one of the Mane 6! I’m also super hyped about what I’ve got planned for the future.
Thanks for reading!