White.

Everything was white. Jack didn't know how long he had been here, it felt like an eon.

Why was there nothing? There always was something...

There had to be. Nothing is completely devoid of anything.

Pitch had always said...

Pitch? That was not right... his name was not Pitch...

Then why could he not remember what Pitch's name was? The name was Pitch...

Was it not?

It's cold...

But at the same time hot. Why... why can't I see anything? Why can't I figure out what is going on...

It doesn't matter...

Why doesn't it matter?

What did Pitch say?

For there to be something, there has to be atleast one matter-dimension, if it is length, heigth or depth...

What else?

For something to happen a time-dimension has to exist... for timetravel atleast two...

So what does it mean, you being there and talking to me?

Talk... talking to you? You mean you're not me talking to myself?

Is that really what...

You just said you can talk to yourself. In theory, all words you hear are interpretations of sonicwaves.

What is going on? Why can't I feel myself... why is there only white?

You are interpreting it as white... it actually is energy. Dead energy.

What do you mean? Energy cannot die...

Can spirits die? Can the mass of matter called humans die? There is nothing more to them. Just a bunch of matter, what makes you think a bunch of energy is any different?

Who are you?

What are you?

Human... no, Displaced. A spirit, one of the lesser classes of deities...

Try adjectives.

Adjectives? Why adjectives?

Do you even remember what happened before you came here?

I remember...

Cold... white everywhere. Heat and cold...

This is going to take some time, isn't it?

"Why are you following me?", Pitch asked while keeping his head low, looking at the street., "Is it simply because Sor'Gat told you to help me? Or is it because he wants you to make sure I don't do anything too bad?"

Quick Breeze glared at him, not even looking at her when talking to her: "Would I even tell you when it would be the latter? Are you serious? I mean, come on! What IS it with you and never expressing any emotion? You are just unbelievable!"

Realising he had quickened his pace, she increased hers too and ran past him.

"We have almost reached our next stop", Pitch told her, still looking at the road, "The next village should be behind the next hill." With these words, he turned his head to look at his companion:

Quick Breeze, a crimson mare with a green-orange mane and tail, looking practically like bedhair, and a cutie mark depicting two lines curving at the end, that was his companion.

"You don't have to come with me."

Breeze made a grimace: "And what, missing an epic journey with the most interesting being I've ever met? Stop me if you heard this before, but by tartarus I'm not turning around."

With these words, she sped up and called: "Hey, last at the village is a snail covered in green saliva!"

Pitch looked after her, and slowed down, now walking like you would walk in a park.

'Well, atleast... Atleast my companion shows enough emotion for both of us.', he thought to himself, 'But she shouldn't challenge me like that...'

Meanwhile, Quick Breeze was almost at the village. As she looked at it from above, she noticed the shape of the village, it looked like a sock from above. The houses were built in typical Equestrian style, no surprise there.

She decided to land at the entrance to the village, the same which road Pitch would arrive on. She landed flawless, as always, with the back to the village. She sat down, waiting for Pitch to come into sight. She waited... and waited...

"What are you waiting for?", a voice asked her.

"Well, I came in with someone else, and flew ahead, but no... wait a minute, I know that voice!", she replied as she turned around, "Okay, how did you come here without me noticing you?"

Pitch sighed, leaning against the frame of the door of the first house in the village, and told her: "I entered the village while you were looking over it. We should get started with searching sources of the wanted knowledge."

"Riiiiiiiight... what did you want to know again?"

"That is nothing you have to know."

"How am I supposed to help you with your search then?", Breeze asked smugly, thinking she had won the argument.

Pitch shook his head, before saying: "You aren't. You could go refresh your supplies while I search. That is called effective usage of time."

Breeze stared at him dumbfounded, before smiling: "Did you just use sarcasm? That's the most emotio..."

"I didn't. Sarcasm is saying something, and meaning something else entirely. You should really know the definitions of words you use."

"Ugh, fine! Then you didn't use sarcasm, but yo..."

A bystander, a fine looking unicorn-stallion with orange fur, red mane and tail, a cutiemark of an stove and icy, blue eyes, chose this moment to express his completely not understandable confusion: "Excuse me, miss, but who are you talking to?"

Breeze started a habit out of looking dumbfounded, and replied: "Well, to Pitch there", at this she pointed at him AKA thin air, "Seeing how he's the only one but you near me. I am Quick Breeze by the way!"

The bystander smartly chose not to mention he couldn't see Pitch, and only  said: "Ah... I can not see what you mean", while backing away.

The king of nightmares, he should really meet the canon Nightmare Moon and date her, right? Where was I? Ah, right. The king of nightmares chose that moment to remember how he could make himself visible, and walked over to the stallion, wanting to correct his mistake. Pitch tipped the horn of him, invoking horrifying visions of said whatever-he-is. And no, we are not going to call him an abomination.

The bystander, his name is Flaming Anvil by the way, screamed, caught his breath, and screamed again upon seeing Pitch. He ran away, still screaming.

Oh, and that actually is a reeeal interesting story there. You see, he later formed a cult, the cult of the Purifial. It's purpose was to destroy everything like Pitch, things they couldn't understand. I heard that it, at its peak, actually reached ten members!

But back to the story. After the bystander ran away screaming, everyPONY else shook their heads and went on with their days. I capitalised 'pony', because there was that one frog who stared. No need to go into detail, right?

"Was that really necessary?", Breeze asked Pitch, "I mean, it was not doing anything... and neither was him!"

Pitch chose not to answer, and said instead: "Could you search a tavern for today? I would like to be able to concentrate my time on seeking information."

She laughed, yet again earning confused stares, before replying: "What, and miss finding out what you want to find out? Do I even have to tell you?"

"You are attracting attention."

"What?", she asked him, turning around and seeing all the stares, the ponies quickly averted their gazes as to not meet the same fate like Anvil.

As she giggled and focused her gaze back on Pitch, he was gone.

"Damnit! Well, if he wants to be like that... One of us has to be productive, so I should probably really find a tavern..."

"Fhat'sa looking for?", wondered Howling Abyss. Right in front of him, black sand formed out of a shadow, and then turned into a creature. Shadowporting was a rare ability, and even fewer use a specialised version of it. But all of that is not the reason he was confused, no. As practicer of the Dark Arts, noone but him and his closest friends knew of that, mind me, he was used to things which would seem like Discord compared to the normal po... person, with Discord being the things he knew and this strange creature the normal person.

"You can see me?", asked said creature.

Howling, the completely black unicorn he is, simply chuckled, before telling it: "Of course I can! What, did you expect that those who are reading in the sections of the... less morally teachings wouldn't be able to see something as interesting as you? Well, paint this library in all the colours of the rainbow and call it a bakery, I don't think so. So... I assume you did want to get to this part of the library?"

At this the creature smiled, before saying: "If this is the section of the generally thought of as less moral magic, then yes. I was searching for a book..."

This interested Howling, he had never seen anything like this gluttony-demon, that's what it probably was, before. It was rather skinny, like gluttony-demons tend to be, always hungry and neverfilling or growing. It also was made out of an impossible material, this shows it probably was one of the stronger ones. This meant probably...

"You wouldn't be talking about 'Summons, Seals and Bans - A beginner's lecture into working with demons', would you? Or perhaps you seek one of the more advanced and specified, like 'Gluttony-demons - their uses, risks and the rituals needed'. Tell ol' Abyss... What do you need?"

Pitch stared at him for a short moment, during which he adopted a grin: "Is demonology what you specialise in, or is it the current trend? No, I actually am searching books about Necromancy, the art of reviving the dead."

This shocked Abyss, but he quickly regained his composure. "You're... not a demon after all, are you? Sorry, I thought you were one", at this he levitated 'Necromany 101' towards Pitch, "This should help you."

One could think there was a whisper... “That...Is the weirdest token I have ever seen. Uh...Come on out I guess...Whatever kinda rabbit...ice..shadow...guy... you are.”

Pitch thanked him regardless, and tried to grab the book...

Only to get sucked back, the corners of his vision were beginning to get overtaken by blackness...

"I am sorry, madame, but we have got no twopony-rooms left. There is only a single onepony-room left.", the tavernkeeper told her.

Breeze sighed, turning around to leave and look in another tavern, as in front of her the ground withered away, turning from brown to gray to black... and then it came alive, whirling around, until it suddenly rushed back down.

It left back a mossy green couch, including armrests, but that is not what really interested her. No, what interested her was what was ON the couch:

Pitch. Yes, you read right! The same Pitch who asked her to book a room in a tavern! He seemed to be sleeping quite peacefully...

"That onepony-room you mentioned... I think I'll take that."