Past the hole in the wall, to Scootaloo's right, the brick-walled tunnel continued for a short bit. As she walked along, she mused at how it looked both very ancient with the rugged, worn brick walls alongside the fluorescent-panelled ceiling, which looked fairly new with few signs of age. She decided that this part of the tunnel must have been built a long time ago and then renovated more recently.

And then Scootaloo reached the end of the tunnel and it opened outwards into a small room, walls composed from the same steel-grey brick. The room was rectangular and the opening Scootaloo emerged from was in the corner of one of the short ends. The filly walked through the doorway and then immediately looked down; there were a couple stairs that led down to the rest of the room, which was a half-metre lower than the 'stage' area on which Scootaloo stood. This lower area, stretching to the back of the room, was filled with rows of wooden benches, stretching from wall to wall except for an aisle that ran straight down the middle. They looked not unlike the pews in the Luno-Celestial church that her class had visited on a field trip once.

More interesting to Scootaloo, however, were the other objects occupying the small stage. The back wall had a large metallic square that had been set into its surface; Scootaloo walked over to the back wall and brushed against its cool surface with her hoof. There were three different sectors that were divided vertically—one golden, one silver, and one a coppery colour Scootaloo couldn't quite place.

She turned away from the inset square to look at the tall stone object that stood in the centre of the stage; it looked to be a podium or, if this were some sort of church, the pulpit. There was a thick, leather-bound book that sat atop its surface and, as Scootaloo walked slowly towards it, she could see that there was a square embossed in the centre of the cover with the same metallic bars of gold, silver, and bronze. Curious, she opened the cover.

The page in front of her was filled with big paragraphs of text, typeface so small that the characters almost ran together and sentences so long that they were nigh-on unreadable. Though, as Scootaloo noted, they were potentially readable since they were, unlike what Kevin had talked about, in letters and words she could understand. She skimmed the page for anything that made sense.

And thus came the three Alicorn spirits to our planet, and they were discovered by the Peoples of the Kindred planet who had only prior known heresy and savage, pagan ideas of Life and how it shall be Lived. They recounted tales of Creation and of Histories and henceforth collected are their Words of Guidance.

Scootaloo's eyelids began to droop; she shook her head violently and then looked away. This, however, was perhaps a bit of a mistake.

Her eyes landed on the ceiling where a tarantula the size of her face was quickly approaching, crawling from the opposite corner towards her at an alarmingly quick pace. Scootaloo gasped and frantically looked around for somewhere to hide. Her gaze settled on the pews.

Careful to avoid the direct path of the thing overhead, Scootaloo jumped off the stage and ran down the aisle before turning off to one of the pews and ducking underneath the wooden bench. She cowered and, somewhere over the sound of her own heart pumping loudly in her ears, she heard a loud thud in the direction of the stage. She closed her eyes. Then there was skittering. And more skittering. Skitter skitter skitter.

The skittering stopped and Scootaloo opened an eyelid just a little bit. Four beady, lifeless black eyes stared back at her from atop the tarantula's grotesque yet fuzzy arachnid face. And, right in between the two largest eyes, was a shiny silver star sticker.

"Hssssss!" it stridulated.