3rd Person POV

"I mean, she's never messed up that badly! If you hadn't been there she might not have been able to get out of the pool!" Silver Spoon spouted off, pacing in front of the large plush couch which Ghost was sitting on. His horn still stung a bit from the blow he had taken from Diamond Tiara, but it wouldn't hamper his ability to hold a disguise.

Ghost looked out of the window and saw the setting sun, sighing a bit. Diamond Tiara knew his secret, and now she would probably go off and tell the entire town that he was a Changeling. Hopefully he could get out of Ponyville as soon as possible, but then he would be abandoning Applebloom, and he couldn't do that knowing that she could still be in trouble.

As Silver Spoon continued to worry and pace, Filthy Rich walked into the large Living Room the two were in, a serious look on his face. He walked up to Silver Spoon and put a hoof onto her shoulder. "She's going to be okay Silver honey. Why don't you go on home? It's going to be dark soon." Filthy advised, trying to calm the worried filly.

"But can I go and see if Diamond is okay? What if she needs me?" Silver asked, but Filthy just smiled and rubbed her mane a bit. The filly glowered at the stallion for babying her, but did nothing about it.

"I'm sure I can handle it from here. Go on now." The filly sighed and started walking towards the door, and Ghost started to follow her. "Actually Ghost, I think I would like to have a word with you."

"So it begins..." Ghost thought, thinking about high tailing out of the house. Instead he turned around and faced Filthy Rich, meeting the steely gaze of the father. Silver Spoon huffed a bit, thinking it was unfair that the new colt was able to stay but she wasn't. She walked out of the manor, the door slamming behind her.

"Forgive me if that sound a bit threatening, I'm simply on edge now. I don't think my little angel is going to step anywhere near that diving board now." Filthy sighed, looking down at Ghost. "My daughter would like to have a word with you upstairs. Mind you I've told her to keep the door open..."

Ghost's eyes widened in surprise, expecting a barrage of threats against his kind, but not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth he just nodded and walked out of the living room, heading up the stairs and towards Diamond Tiara's room. The first thing he noticed was that on the stairs, there was some of the softest carpeting he had ever felt. He remembered a story 64 once told him about his first ever escape from Canterlot, and how carpet was the softest thing he had ever walked on.

"Don't take the little things for granted Ghost, you never know when you'll never be able to have them again..."

The Changeling colt didn't need to ask which room was Diamond Tiara's, because if one couldn't tell by her insanely over decorated door, they would see that it was the only door in the hall that was left wide open. He carefully walked forward, and could feel that Filthy Rich was watching him from the bottom of the staircase.

Once he got to the door, he saw Diamond Tiara's room, heavily decorated with frilly pillows, fluffy throw carpets, and stuffed toys sitting on every single flat surface possible. The filly herself was sitting on her bed, staring out the window towards the setting sun.

"Diamond? Are you feeling alright?" Ghost asked carefully, not stepping into the room yet. Diamond Tiara turned her head towards the colt and nodded, motioning him to come inside. Taking one last look down the hall, and seeing Filthy Rich peering at him from the stairs, he sighed and took a few steps inside.

"Can you close the door...?" She asked, Ghost humming a bit conflicted.

"Your uh... dad said to leave the door opened..." Ghost said nervously, but that was when Diamond Tiara huffed, got up from her bed, and went over to the door and slammed it shut. "Never mind I guess..."

After the small show of aggression, Diamond Tiara shivered and turned around, her eyes stained red from the aftermath of tears. Neither of them said anything, but Diamond Tiara kept looking up at Ghost's horn then looking back at him. With a sigh, Ghost let the green flames engulf his body, revealing his true form once again. Diamond Tiara's breath hitched, taking a step back in reflex.

"Y-You... you are... not a pony..." She whispered, her voice wavering a bit. The changeling colt just shook his head no, not sure if he should say anything in return. "Why... why did you save me? Ms. Cheerilee taught us that a lot of changeling are... ya'know..."

"Evil? Terrorizing? Love sucking bugs?" Ghost asked, knowing that such harsh words wouldn't be used in a classroom, but were the most common descriptions.

"Well... yeah..."

"Then why did you ask me to come up here? And then close and lock the door?"

Diamond Tiara grew a bit frustrated. "Because I wanted to know why would you save me. I'm sure daddy could have saved me if you didn't."

"But when daddy got there it could have been too late. I saved you because I couldn't just stand there and do nothing." Ghost answered, before a flash of green ignited his horn, teleporting his badge into his hoof. Diamond recoiled when she saw the magic, fearing the worst, but gasped when she saw the badge in his possession. "I'm an Equestrian Knight. That's why I saved you."