The void of dreams was a mysterious place, there was ground, but no substance, and the only light was from the tongue of fires from the dreamers, giving off emotion vapors like smoke, curling up into what would be the void's sky. Princess Luna was one of two alicorns able to reach into the void, but Celestia never ventured in after her long days at court, leaving her sister to watch over the well being of their subjects at night. They didn't go just to stop nightmares and night terrors, but legitimate problems that ponies were suffering from, and to deliver messages of hope or warning to friends and enemies. Simple nightmares and terrors were normal things for ponies to go through, they didn't somepony to rush in and save them every time something bad happened.

Luna had learned to tell what was going on in a dream by the fire they made. The smallest were the dreams of young children and the unborn, the raging flames were the fires of youth and the ambitious, while the more tempered and controlled flames were those of the old and content. The color also told whether it was a happy or bad dream, black was for a nightmare, and red were horrors, and the thicker the vapors coming off of them, the longer they had been going on, or were more situated to the pony's current circumstances. When the vapors were seen as too thick on these, Luna would interact and help the pony get over their crisis.

But, when things were slow and seemed to be fine, Luna would join with a happy yellow dream, usually a child's, and play so that the children would not grow to fear her. This was one of those times. Luna slipped out the flame of one of the Cake twins' dreams, chuckling to herself as she thought back on it.

There was a giant. toothless alligator running about, on a landscape covered in frosting, while a flour-covered Pinkie Pie ran around on its back screaming while an open bag of flower continued to pour out on her. It was an amusing sight to see, and Luna sat down with the infant to watch for what seemed an hour. It never seemed to take much to amuse children.

She stretched her wings and then folded them again, looking around at the flames, they all seemed decent and, just a few nightmares here and there, with one terror, but the vapors were thin. They needn't be bothered with. It seemed her night was at an end, and she began to concentrate her magic to return to her bed. But before she activated it, a roar shattered the silence of the void like a hammer against tempered glass.

Luna dropped into a defensive stance and activated her magic while spreading her wings wide. Never before had she heard a noise like that in the void, and she was prepared to guard her subjects dreams against a possible threat. All was silent again, and she could see nothing through the tongues of fire. A fluttering noise made her look up.

For an instant she thought she had something rise up into the cloud of vapors and vanish. She fired a mild electric shock up after it, and a flash told her she hit her target. Or targets.

Three moth-like creatures fell before her, each one white with six rainbow-colored wings, and just bigger than a large stallion's hoof. She had been coming to and from the void for a few years, and had never encountered any living creature before. Had they always been in the vapors above her? Luna had to find out. She aimed her horn and pulled the vapors apart, exposing thousands of the creatures, which quickly began to flap off towards where the vapors had fled. But before many of them could take cover, another roar tore through the void and Luna watched in fascination as many of the insects froze and fell, all but four of them regaining themselves and flying away before they hit the ground.

Luna kept herself prepared as she approached the fallen creatures, then a noise behind made her whirl around to see that only half of one of the other three creatures was left, the insides showing that they were not insects, but rather a strange mammal of the void. Another noise behind her made her turn to see that the other four were gone. She whirled around, expecting the predator to come for the last half, but not expecting it to sit there.

The predator had its back to Luna as it contentedly chewed on the last bit of creature. From behind all Luna could see was a hood of tattered gray cloth attached to more gray clothing that kept its body hidden. But a silver tail sticking out behind it was a dead giveaway. It was a pony, and it was eating meat. Now ponies sometimes ate fish on special occasions, but never raw or in great amounts, but by the stains on the pony's clothes, that seemed to be all it ate. But it was still a pony, and it had somehow gotten into the void, probably by some accident, and there didn't appear any vegetation around. Meat must have been the only sustenance it had found. Luna just had to help it. She reached out a hoof and placed it on its back and started to rub slowly.

the pony let out yelp and whipped around, snapped his jaws just inches from Luna's hoof. Luna stepped back in shock when she saw the predatory teeth the pony sported. It was a stallion, with violet eyes, golden brown fur, and a silver mane. Lastly, there was a tarnished bronze image on his chest with the picture of a whale trapped on a spider's web. the rest of him was covered in the gray cloth.

"We are sorry to have... surprised you, flesh-eating... pony," Luna managed say.

The stallion's angry face suddenly became one of surprise. He folded his ears back and stepped up close to Luna, leaning in and sniffing her. "You're real, aren't you? Stupid question. Even if you were a hallucination you would call yourself real. But you touched me, no hallucination could do that. Are you lost? As much as I would like the company, especially that of a female, I can show you a way out."

The quick way the stallion spoke showed he was excited, while the kind gesture showed he was friendly and willing to help. But for all that, Luna could only manage to say, "You ate raw meat, and have sharp teeth."

The stallion shrunk down a bit, pawing the ground with a hoof. "I was hungry and didn't think you were real. I've seen you around, but every time I go to a hallucination bad things happen and I wind up scaring the dreamers. Plus I really love meat, and its the only thing to eat around here."

Luna calmed down a bit a looked at the poor stallion on the ground with pity in her eyes. She set a hoof on the back of his head to comfort him, pushing away the thought of such a ravenous diet. "Forgive us, we forgot ourselves and wish to..."

Luna pulled away her hoof as the stallion behind waving his front hooves around and groaning. He retreated a few paces and looked at her, upset for some reason.

"I don't like being touched," he said flatly. With a sigh he turned and walked over to a nightmare. "I can jump into dreams and play because the feelings aren't physical, I can interact with people and not be singled out. Because everything makes sense in a dream."

"Your afraid of being noticed and touched?" Luna asked, taking a few cautious steps closer to the stallion. The pity still emanating from her eyes. "Do you suffer from the paces?"

"I have the paces, yes," the stallion said as held up a hoof, it began to glow white, he touched it to the nightmare and the flame turned yellow, "but should I be suffering because I can't see the world everyone else can?"

"Of course not, that was not our intent." Luna hid her amazement at the stallion's casual display of immense magic, immediately transforming a dream state. "If you don't mind us asking, what are you?"

The stallion continued to look at the happy dream, smiling as he seemed to know what was going on inside. "I'm a void pony, I live here, I was born here."

"So there are others?" Luna asked in shock, looking around, she had thought maybe he was a mutation of some sort, somehow lost in the void. Now he was telling her there was an entire race of ponies in the void.

"There were," the stallion sighed, looking at the ground. "Many of us. But now I am the last. I am Weaver Impossible."

"We are so sorry," Luna said, concern heavy in her voice. "Weaver Impossible, how long have you been alone with nothing but dreams and hallucinations."

The stallion met her eyes, tears starting to form, but he moved back when Luna tried to touch him again. "For forty-four hundred and eighteen years I have reigned Weaver Impossible, the King of Dreams." Next Chapter: -2- A Glass Floor Estimated time remaining: 59 Minutes