It is a dark and stormy night over the desert as a lone stallion is sitting at the edge of a plateau, taking in the scenery. The sandy floor of the desert gentle glides across and splashes into the towers of stone. The sky above rumbles with the presence of dark clouds and thunder echoing throughout them. Despite the sky's conditions, not a single drop of rain falls to counter the warmth of the coming sunrise.

But the stallion does not mind the dry heat. He has been peacefully sitting for over an hour and grown used to it. If what he has heard is correct, then the wait was worth it.

"You lost or something?" A voice speaks to the stallion from behind.

"Nah," He replies, not turning back. "Just waiting for somepony."

"At the crack of dawn?"

"Yes, I've heard that my client fancies to go here at this time of the day."

"Is this client of yours special?"

"You can say that. He certainly isn't one of the normal type, an odd sight in public."

"Then he came to the right place. This land is vast, constantly changing, a perfect place for one to hide." The unseen pony nods.

He walks next to the stallion and sits down next to him. His thick clothing ruffles as his body adjusts.

"You a hider as well?" The mysterious pony asks.

"Let's just say that I have no business now."

"Hmmf."

"How much longer are ya gonna wait here?"

"Not much. Say, do you know the legend of the Ghost Pony?"

"I most certainly do."

"..." The waiting stallion kept quiet.

"Are you saying you're looking for him?"

"Who else?"

"Are you sure this pony is real? A legend's a legend after all."

"Some legends are real. A wanderer like you knows that."

"Indeed."

"Are you, by chance, him?"

"You think I am the Ghost Pony? What type of pony are you to ask that?" The dressed stallion calmly asks.

"A question of morality, huh? To put it lightly, I am one that seeks the truth, the greater good."

"Yet you have no sight. I can see it in your eyes."

"That hasn't stopped me now has it?" The blind pony grinned.

"Now isn't that a funny tale... A blind pony, seeking the help of a dead legend, to help the greater good."

"There are many 'dead' legends, my friend. Not just here, but across the world, in the stars above, and even beyond."

"Well you're not going to find one here." The darkly clothed stallion declares as he rises from his seat and walks away.

"Pity, we could've used his help."

The black stallion stops and asks, "Who's 'we'?"

"The greater good."

"..."

"If you ever come across him, tell him that we need him."

"Who's telling him this?"

"The Watcher."