The closer to the village Crescent got, the more she realized she was nowhere near Equestria, let alone ponies. The houses were all made from wooden logs and had the aspect of cabins made in small lumberjack sites or forest towns. Something about the wood was strange, though. Seaving through Luna's memories gave no answer as to why the bark was a dark black, as though it had been burnt and turned into charcoal after a long day of incineration and compression.

"What is it?" Mathews grumbled.

He was still quite irritated at his current predicament despite Crescent compressing him onto her back with her two wings which were, suffice it to say, quite soft and comfy, but Mathews wouldn't admit it. He would not falter so easily. He was stronger than this!

"There are cabins here, and they seem inhabited, yet I've never seen or heard of this place before, maybe lu--"

"We get it. Your knowledge is related to Luna's at the time. Stop repeating it over and over and OVER again."

Crescent's ears dropped in embarrassment and she nervously said: "Oh. Sorry."

"Oh, 'n what's this then?"

"S'a tiny pony."

"Tiny? More like big pony, yeh?"

"I s'pose you're royt 'en."

Two, strangely Irish voices, to Mathews ears, appeared behind the two ponies without any warning whatsoever. Turning around, Crescent and Mathews were faced with two enormous giants easily a head or two taller than minotaurs. In comparison to Crescent, however, her head arrived to barely above their waistline. She may have been a great deal shorter than her previous incarnation, but she at least had the height of a below-average human, although it seemed like she was exrtemely puny in this world, at least for an alicorn. Like said creatures, they were bipedal, at least when looking at them from the front, but they had similarities to sheep instead of minotaurs. One of them had white wool that covered near its entire body save for two completely black eyes and what looked like a large, rounded nose with no features that were equally black; While the other was the complete opposite in color. While no limbs could be seen, long, spindly fingers stuck out from the sides of both creatures, although they didn't appear to have toes.

"What--"

"-Are weh? Ech. You should't know an'ways."

"Ah. No. They're not Irish. They just have a similar vocal tone," Mathews thought to himself.

"Say, tiny poneh. Would'st you want tae come tae our village? Ya look cold 'n yer itty bitty pone on yer back looks even colder," the black-wooled giant suggested.

Crescent looked onto her back and saw Mathews shivering despite clearly being enraged at the predicament. She nodded in response, making the white-wooled giant smash his hands together in joy.

"Groight!"

"Wh-whaaaa!" Crescent shouted.

The white-wooled giant hoisted her over its shoulders like a log and loud stomps resonated through this fluffy landscape as the two ponies were taken towards the village then dropped onto the ground rather roughly, although it didn't hurt.

Mathews rubbed his sore legs best he could then looked around the spot they were both dropped on. There were no streets, although long and uneven stretches of a fluffy white substance grew out of the ground in 'natural' pathways. As Crescent assumed, this was really just a small village...well, 'small' is a relative term. The buildings were enormous, likely to accomodate these giants, but it was still surprising. The entire place was colored like a smores cookie, with black dirt, white 'pavement', and brown-cookie buildings.

A huge plethora of giants witnessing the guests all swarmed around and hurried as fast as they could to get a good peek. Instinctively, likely due to his new, baby anatomy, Mathews hugged Crescent's side and tried to bury himself in her fur. The giants all d'aww'd at the sight, letting Mathews realize his error and immediately let go of the alicorn.

"Awww. He wuvs his mommy," she teased.

The tiny foal simply gave her a death giving glare and a puffed, lower lip.

"Oh, is that a poneh?" a giant with a female voice wondered. It pushed through the crowd violently and stared at the two who stared at her in horror. "Oye haven't seen ae poneh fer so long! It's been...long..." it trailed off and looked to the side.

"I don't know what's going on. Who are you? I've never seen or heard of your race before. I've never even seen this place on Equestrian maps," Crescent asked.

Several of the creatures dug into Crescent fur and pulled a potesting Mathews out of her fur and started to cradle him and tickle him with their creepy fingers. The alicorn wasn't exactly liking this but didn't have much room to move in. Plus, the giants seemed essentially harmless save for their rough actions, but if they threatened Mathews in any slight way, she would immediately sprint into action. She might have learned a new way of life and have been essentially reborn thinks to the elements and, perhaps, the fae, but she was still the alicorn of the darkest of nights and days.

"We're the Nebwezar, 'n as fer ya nawt knowin' 'boat us, 's normal. We're isolated frum you's other races," the female Nebwezar spoke.

"Why would you openly isolate yourself?" The alicorn asked as she kept an eye on her little colt from the corner of her eye.

"We di'nt do it on porpus. Is just this place is so hard for you all tae reach, so we've nevehr been bothered befehr."

"Then...you don't know anything...you don't know how to get to Canterlot, let alone Equestria..."

There was a long silence as Crescent's ears drooped down and the mare held her head low in despair. All this had been for nothing. She sped up everything due to her impatience and need to flee Mathews, which created an extremely hectic and speedy journey. The worst part of it all was not that she was somewhere unknown or that she could never reach Canterlot, but that she dragged Mathews into the whole thing and turned him into a foal, of all things. The mare was immediately back-slammed a few inches deeper into the ground by the smiling Nebwezar female. Naturally, the wind was knocked out of Crescent's body and enticed Mathews to struggle as hard as he could out of the grasp of the other females and some males. He fell to the ground then scurried along towards his 'daughter' and took a stance in front of her. The red lines along his left leg began to flicker and glow somewhat, but they didn't do much but create fractures of what should be a shield, letting unstable pieces of varying shapes float around in front of him.

"Oooooh! Blood Moon magic!"

"Blood Moon!"

"Blood Moon healer."

The Nebwezar all started to jitter and talk in whispers of astonishment. The female's eyes glowed in joy and awe.

"We 'ven't seen a blood moon 'ealer fer quite a long teym." She bent over slightly and pat Mathews on the head, causing all his fur to fluff up and cover his face, much to his annoyance. "Dat was just a pat on theh back. Aye di'nt know you ponies were so fragile. I apologize, hm?" she smiled widely, but Mathews didn't let up. "You're so cute. My name's Venethix, one of the maiden leaders o' this 'ere vallage. You needn't worry, tiny pones. We kno' how tae get tae Equestria."

"R-really? That's...That's great," Crescent struggled to say as she forced her wobly self up.

"But yer not gon' tae get there taday."

Mathews started stomping around and babbling something incomprehensible.

"We're not going to have to wait a century to get there, are we?" Crescent asked.

"Nah. The Yusimon'll be 'ere by tomarrah 'n clear a path towards the Equestrian borders." Crescent sighed in relief. "But we ne'er get any visitors in dis 'ere village, so oy think aye'll have the folks show you around 'n fix up yer armor."

"My armor is fine."

"If that's what ya think, but our armorsmith'll certainly disagree." Venethix shook her finger at Crescent as though gesturing 'No. You are certainly wrong'. "But, more importantly, oy need tae bring yer babeh tea the village Druiadem ta see if'n 'e really 'as theh powers of theh Blood Moon."

"What's so important about it? I'm also linked to the moon."

"But yours is more common than ya think," a black-wooled male said as he stepped forward. "The Yusimon gives us new moons 'suns tae see. Many of us are linked tae theh normal sun 'n moon, but not tae the Blood Moon 'er Sea Moon. The Druiadem'll teach ya if ya goes first. We moyt nevah get guests 'ere, but we cannot tell ya 'bout the traditions 'n secrets of our race tae others if it's not spoken boy aehr Druiadem."

"I see." Crescent pondered a moment, then she picked Mathews up like a small cat and placed him back on her back. She used her right wing to cover her face and his then started to whisper: "I might only have Luna's youngest memories and knowledge, but I know my moons. There's no such thing as a 'Blood Moon' or a 'Sea Moon'. We'll just follow them, listen to whatever this 'shaman' character is, then wait for the meteorological event and skedaddle, okay?"

Mathews goo'd and ga'd while shaking his tiny forelegs.

"So cute," the alicorn squeaked. "Ahem. I mean, yes. We'll try and find help for you when we're in Canterlot. Also, I'm curious as to this 'armorsmith'. This is an arcane suit of armor enchanted with the magic of the moon and stars. Nothing is more complex, powerful, and efficient than this armor."