The older unicorn stallion stood before the old machine. It had been in pieces, deep inside of the ancient home, and he had come searching for the knowledge that Stargazer the Elder had gained over his lifetime. It was down in the basement that he found the machine that now stood before him.

“Brilliant, Stargazer, you were brilliant. You figured it out didn’t you? How to control the Windegos, how to change the weather without the aid of the Pegasi. Oh, how this will change the direction of Equus!”

Reaching over, his hand touched the handle of the ancient machine. He pulled the handle, feeling it slide down. It began to move, gears and arms moving while the magical batteries glowed a brilliant green.

Endymion sat down near his brides. Pinkie and Twilight seemed to be going over invitations, Fluttershy, was going over a list of ponies she wanted to invite, and Endymion was finishing up his letter to his mother. He had a few things to explain to her, but knowing his mother’s seemingly clairvoyant abilities, he doubted that he needed to explain.

Fluttershy’s addition to their herd was initially very difficult. After mating with Endymion, Shy jealously defended her mate. She wouldn’t allow Pinkie or Twilight near him and she remained in her ledrflapper state during the whole ordeal. Neither the Earth pony or the unicorn were able to convince their Pegasus friend to relinquish their husband. It took Endymion, using Fluttershy’s full name, to bring her back to her normal self. The shy mare apologized profusely for her antics.

“What I don’t understand,” Twilight commented, “is why you- transformed in the first place.”

“Yeah,” Pinkie agreed, “that was really scary!”

“I’m sorry,” Fluttershy said, finally put away a scroll wasn’t even an eighth used, “my maternal side of the family are all ledrflapper but my father and his side are all Pegasi. My brother and I are half-ledrflapper but it never manifested itself until recently.”

“The thing that throws me,” Endymion said, “is your full name. Fluttering Warbringer Deathgaze Shywing? What is up with that?”

The Sol Priestess sighed, stating, “Names are very important amongst Cloudsdale nobility. The Clan Shywing has been a vital family in the halls of not only Cloudsdale but also Canterlot.”

“But how?” Twilight inquired.

“My family matriarch fought against the Solarian usurpers during The Never Ending Day and helped defeat Solarian loyalists in the Solar Revolt,” Fluttershy explained, “my ancestor was made a landed knight. The honor of her actions has carried on in my family for generations. My mother is named after her, Nightshade.”

“Uh, are we forgetting the elephant in the room?” Pinkie Pie asked, “How in Sol’s name did you mount Endy like you did, Shy? I’ve known you longer than Twilight or even Dashie and I’ve never ever seen you so possessive or assertive like that!”

“I guess that does require an explanation,” Fluttershy retorts, “well, I’m Twilight knows, but maybe Endymion doesn’t. Out of all the tribes of ponies, Pegasi have the strongest musk. It acts as not only an aphrodisiac but also a psychotropic perfume. And amongst ledrflapper, it’s particularly strong; no stallion or mare has ever been able to counter the allure of a ledrflapper in heat.”

“Be that as it may,” Twilight responded, “that doesn’t completely explain how you were able to bed our stallion without protest. I know for a fact that Endymion is always ready for us,” “Point.” “but how was it you were able to do so when you weren’t even formally accepted into our herd?!”

“Well, I did disrobe soon after coming into the room,” Fluttershy answers, “and I might have used The Stare a little.”

“The Stare?” Endymion asks, “What is that? Is that something like the petrication glare of a cockatrice or the death bale of a basilisk?”

“No, not quite like that,” Fluttershy responds, “well, you see, I have this ability with animals-”

“Which explains all the animal buddies she has in and around her cottage,” Pinkie pipes in.

“Yes,” Fluttershy continues, “but it’s more than that. I’m not sure how it works, but I have this other ability with animals, which is more than understanding them in their own language. I can- stare at them, especially when I’m angry or frustrated and the comply with everything I say. It only ever seem to work on animals, until the other night…”

“How exactly does this stare work, anyway?” Endymion asked.

“I don’t know,” Fluttershy replies, “I did ask my chicken friends what it was like, once. They told me that it was like looking into an abyss of shame and embarrassment. It was a spiral of such guilt and remorse that gazing upon it shut down any rebellious thoughts they might have had. And they also described it as rather scary.”

“So, wait,” Endymion started, “do you mean to tell me that you put one of those kind of hexes on me?!”

“Well, no,” Fluttershy stated, “I wish I could tell you more about how The Stare works, but it changes from circumstance to circumstance. I guess in our case, The Stare removed any inhibitions you may have had and sapped you of your will?”

“So not only did you seduce me,” Endymion inquired, “but you used a hypnosis technique on me to do so.”

“Well, I, um,” Fluttershy stammered.

“No, no, I get it,” Endymion grunted, “if anypony needs me, I’ll be outside. I need some air.”

Endymion stood, then walked to the library door. With a hardened glare at the shape shifting Sol Priestess, he opens it, stepped through, and was gone. Fluttershy had the grimace Endymion gave her etched onto her mind. She had not expected things to turn out this way. How was she to know her heritage would assert itself this way? She was now looking at the possibility of losing her friends and her Sol-chosen champion in the same week.

“No, no, I didn’t mean-” Fluttershy began, before two pairs of arms wrapped her up tight.

“It’s okay, Shy,” Pinkie said, “I know Endy. He’s hurt, he’s not thinking straight, and he feels a little ashamed. He thinks he was taken advantage of.”

“I concur with Pinkie,” Twilight added, “while your method of entering our herd was very- unorthodox, I would be willing to bet bits that once he calms down, Endymion will want to include you in our herd. You just need to give him space and time.”

“Thank you girls,” Fluttershy said, then, “but why does it feel like I raped him?”

Endymion wandered Ponyville, no goal in mind, not destination set. While at one time, he would have wanted to bed the beautiful Pegasus that was one of his adventuring partners, that feeling had waned after he fell in love with Pinkie Pie and died completely when his best friend Twilight entered into their herd. And now- He was conflicted. Part of him wanted to say that this was all for the better, that this was he wanted all along. Another part, and the one speaking loudest at the moment, felt violated.

Rape was not an average occurrence in Equestria. Mare taking stallions by surprise like that was unheard of, even during estrus. Although he had been a spectator when his mother pronounced judgment on a stallion that violated a young mare, once. It was many years ago, and it was the only other time he had seen his mother so furious. She had him flogged for two hundred lashes then had him gelded. A gelding was also rather rare to occur but in this instance, Endymion agreed it was necessary.

Now he felt like that gelded stallion. It was an emotion of complete emasculation that soured his very thoughts. He didn’t feeling this way. He wasn’t one of those stallion’s rights advocates that spoke of stallions losing their rights and masculinity to encroaching matriarchy when nothing was further from the truth. Even so, he was now experiencing a serious blow to his ego. He needed a walk to sort out his emotions and get his head straight.

Nopony he knew would understand his plight but he didn’t want to become a pariah of any sort. He had thought if writing to his mother about this, in the letter he had started earlier, but how to address it. This wasn’t the easiest topic to broach, especially for the mare who raised since he was a young colt.

So lost in his musing, he nearly collided with a stallion walking out of Quills and Sofas. The stallion was about as old as he was, with a coat of brilliant gamboge, a monochrome sapphire mane, and cornflower eyes. Endymion also noticed he was wearing Sol Priest robes against Royal Guard Armor. A curious mix, to say the least, and the surprise he had while nearly colliding with the stallion drove away all other thoughts.

“Oh, sorry,” Endymion said, “kind of lost in my own head.”

“That’s okay,” the stallion replied, “no harm, no foul- Oh, Your Highness!”

“What?” Endymion mused.

“Oh, right, you wouldn’t know me,” the stallion stated, “my name is Flash Sentry, Principales of the Royal Guard and Sol Priest.”

“Huh,” Endymion huffed, “well, that explains how you know my name and title. But I didn’t know clergy of Sol could serve in the military?”

“Many are encouraged to do so,” Flash Sentry replied, “but very few actually do so. I am honor bound to serve.”

“Honor bound?” Endymion asks, “Why so?”

“It’s a debt I owe,” Flash answered, “to the stallion that saved my life.”

“I see,” Endymion said, “that would be promise bound in honor. But why add in Sol Priest duties?”

“Same deal,” Flash answered, “the stallion that saved me was both a Guard and a Priest. I honor him by doing this.”

“Ah, I get it now,” Endymion said, “I’m not sure I can say that. I’m an adventurer because it’s fun. And I like seeing the world from a perspective that isn’t derived from living in Canterlot Palace.”

“I can understand that,” Flash said, “living in a secluded society like that for too long can warp your sense of priorities, make you think that the universe revolves around you.”

Endymion laughs, saying, “Damn right you are! I can’t begin to tell you how many nobles I’ve met who seem to think that the purpose of other ponies is to serve them! And then they get upset with those ponies who defy their expectations or thwart their schemes for further influence and power. Top ten comedy, if it weren’t reality.”

“Oh, I can imagine,” Flash said, “Cloudsdale family lineage acts a lot like the nobles of Canterlot. Albeit, there’s more pageantry so as to avoid blood spilled.”

Endymion nodded dumbly.

“Say,” Flash began, “why don’t we go and get a drink or two? I know a place here in town that serves the best Zap Apple Brandy.”

“That sounds good to me,” Endymion said, “are we going to Lucky’s then?”

“Nah,” Flash replied, “I know someplace better. Like I said, best Zap Apple Brandy. IN the history of ever. You’re going to love it.”

Endymion couldn’t find any fault in Flash’s argument, though he was sure there might be one, and agreed to come. The two stallions trotted away from Quills and Sofas for a length of time, passing by Sugarcube Corner, Eight Lane’s Bowling Alley, Mr. Breezy’s Fan Emporium, and finally came to stop at a place Endymion didn’t know existed. Granted, he hadn’t stayed in Ponyville very long and he was still getting accustomed to the town, but the establishment he was looking at now was certain he wouldn’t have glossed over given half a day of exploration.

“Berryshine’s Distillery,” Endymion read the sign posted out front, “Fine Wine, Spirits, and Liquors?”

“Yep,” Flash beamed, “it’s not as upscale as the wineries you might find in Canterlot but the seating is fantastic with excellent service. And, it’s a lot quieter than Lucky’s.”

“Okay, let’s go in,” Endymion said and the pair entered in through the shepherd’s door of the distillery.

The interior of the distillery was nothing like Endymion imagined it. There were tubs were alcohol was being processed, fermented, and distilled all around him. The pipe works were a thing to behold, as amber, scarlet, and translucent blue liquids flowed through the transparent piping. A raspberry mare with a hay colored mane was wiping down whiskey tumblers and shot glasses behind an ornate elmwood bar. He spotted several mares and stallions passing amongst tables, serving drinks and food to the patrons.

“This place is amazing,” Endymion croaked with awe, “how did I not know this place existed?”

“Well, it’s not usually a place for adventurers,” Flash stated, “also, for anypony but living the adventurer’s life, this place might be out of your budget.”

“Ah, I gotcha,” Endymion said, “so, do we just pick a seat or-?”

His question was answered by a grey mare with a blonde mane and the queerest eyes he had ever seen. Neither seemed to look in the same direction. While such a unique perspective might seem rather dizzying to The Crown Prince, this mare had no disadvantage that he could see. Her uniform, a matte black dress with a bleached white apron, was pressed, clean and the lace on the cuffs and hem were pristine. A name badge affixed to the apron said her name was Ditzy.

“Welcome to Berryshine’s Distillery,” the mare said with a sing-song voice, “would you like a table or a booth?”

“A booth, please, Derpy,” Flash answered.

“Oh, Officer Sentry,” Ditzy replied, “you’re back! Would you like your usual?”

“Yes, please,” Flash replied cheerfully, “and another for my friend.”

“Yes, sir, Flash Sentry, sir,” Ditzy says, with a mock salute, “follow me, please.”

The two stallions follow the waitress mare. Endymion is in awe of the mare’s agility and ability to navigate the tables and crowd while suffering from fish eyes. Eventually, they reached a booth in a bright corner of the distillery and say down. Ditzy gave them a menu and explained that their drinks would be on their way shortly. She then gave them menus, silverware, and told them to expect a waitress to take their orders promptly. Ditzy then returned to her station.

“What did I say?” Flash asked, “Best service in town!”

Berryshine looked out into the full house. Cooking wasn’t something she was exceptionally good at, but she did try to help out from time to time. The fact that she made a mean eggplant lasagna didn’t hurt, and right now since it was near dinner time for most of her patrons that was what she was working on. She blew a stray mulberry wine colored strand of her mane out of her eyes.

“What’s wrong punchy?”

She rolled her eyes and looked at Carrot Top, “Not much, just getting this ready.”

“Yeah, you know Lyra’s place is serving catfish bites now. I think that she’s counting on us having a few more gryphons in town.”

Berryshine let out a soft growl. The Little White Lyre, Lyra’s Bar and Grill, was housed in what used to be her first bar and grill. She served her best brand of marlo, and Lyra, well, she served pretty much any kind of spirits she could find. That left Lucky’s and ponies that went there usually did because they were dirt poor, or wanted to get good and drunk.

“Oh Tartarus! Tell me that I’m dreaming, or that I’m wrong, but isn’t that the crown prince?”

Berry took a look out into the dining area, and she saw him. Sitting across from Flash Sentry. Her eyes widened, and a smile crossed her muzzle.

“Fortune shines on those who are ready. Okay, we need to make this extra tasty, I also need whatever ale or spirits they’ve ordered to be served in the best glasses. Get Amethyst to serve them, she can use her magic and not spill a drop, and see if you can get her to show a little cleavage.”

“I don’t think that Ditzy is going to like the fact that you’ve got her daughter trying to show her goods.”

“Ditzy has stake in this business, she knows what we’re trying to do here, and she ate the first four muffins we have in the mornings. She can get over it.”

Carrot Top rolled her eyes, walked toward the waitresses, and got Amethyst’s attention. After explaining what she wanted the teenage unicorn nodded, opened her blouse enough to show the top of her well developed breasts, and she grabbed the best glasses, poured a tall glass of Zap Apple Ale in each of them, and then sat them onto the serving tray. It was a little presumptuous to prepare the ale first, but she knew that most of the ponies that came into here wanted it. It was hard to keep it in stock, and the Apples sure made more than enough when they sold Berryshine the Zap Apples to make it with.

She walked out, her magic keeping the drinks completely level with her magic. She looked around for the ponies without drinks, and then she saw him. She’d seen him before, after he joined Applejack’s Adventuring group, and of course on some of the posters of the royal family that had been distributed. In those pictures he looked different. His mane was typically in a ponytail, held in place by a gold thread, he wore a blue vest, white shirt, and black slacks, all of which had his mother’s cutie mark adorning them, and then finally there was his face. His face was the face of passive boredom. She knew it exceptionally well.

She giggled to herself as she reached their table.

“Hello, I’m Amethyst Star, and I will be your waitress. Tonight we have a lovely Eggplant lasagna, coupled with fresh garlic bread, or if you would rather we do have everything from the full menu ready to be prepared.”

Endymion looked at her, and he could see her opened top. The barmaid’s uniform wasn’t that different from what he’d seen at Lucky’s. It was colored differently, in that the white and mulberry wine dress actually enhanced Amethyst’s own soft lavender coat. But with the top unstrapped as it was, and the white blouse loosened, he could see the valley between her breasts. She was lovely, easily the same body type as Twilight, and he felt a twinge of regret. He needed that drink, and he raised the glass to his lips. The ale tasted light, airy, and pleasant. There was a sweet taste, almost like floom nectar, and he felt the thickness of it as it slid down his throat.

It wasn’t syrupy, but it did have a thicker body than regular ale.

“I’ll take another, and a glass of Vodka.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Equestrian or imported?”

“Imported from where?”

“Stalliongrad. It’s well known, and honestly it can be a little strong.”

“Okay, bring me a glass, no two glasses.”

There was a snort, and he turned to see a large ragged looking Earth Pony. He was a caramel colored tan, sporting a blond mane, and wearing what looked like a strange uniform. The Earth Pony looked at him, dug out an old pair of reading glasses, and then looked at the book he was holding. Endymion looked him over as he stood there. He wore a gray uniform, buttons down the front that had the symbol of an eagle on each of them. On his arm was a red band with a white circle, in the middle was an awkward looking cross. He wore two small iron crosses on his chest, and in his free hand was his hat.

He neared Endymion, giving a bow, and standing straight again, “Ya, Ich heiße Wahre Herz. Darf ich mit Ihnen sitzen?”

“Ya, Bitte setzen Sie sich mit uns,” Endymion said as he offered a place.

“Danke!”

“You speak Germaneigh?”

Endymion nodded and smiled, “I do. Mother wanted me to learn several languages. And at one time it looked like there was going to be a prospective suitor from there. The daughter of a chancelor. Aryanne Pures Blut was her name. She was actually a very attractive mare, but she was cold and unfeeling. Mother sensed that the marriage was one done for power and nothing else. With that known, well, the marriage was called off. I think that Aryanne was more relieved than myself over it.”

“You speak of the Führer.”

They looked at Wahre Herz who gave them a small grin, “I speak some Equestrian, but it is… how you say, very limited,” he smiled, “I am actually here because of the Führer. She wishes to extend a hand in friendship to Equestria again. I believe she wishes to align her house with the house of the moon.”

“She does?”

“Ya, she wishes to find the crown prince, speak to him… Sorry, I know not the word in Equestrian,” he thought for a moment, “Heiraten, and bare a heir for the throne.”

“I’m afraid he wouldn’t be interested.”

Wahre Herz looked at him, his eyes widened, and he smiled, “Crown Prince, it is pleasure to meet you, your highness.”

“Please don’t, and I’m sorry to say that I have no wish of marrying, or bedding, your Führer.”

Wahre Herz chuckled, and then laughed loudly, “I did not believe you would.”

Endymion looked at him in confusion, “And that doesn’t bother you?”

“Nein, I am glad. My orders are to stay until you are convinced. If you are unable to be convinced, I stay.”

Endymion grinned at him, realizing what he was saying. He was going to be staying here, on orders, for the rest of his life.

“Have a drink with me,” Endymion said as Amethyst came back with his drink order. He pushed one of the glasses of Vodka over to Wahre Herz, “I insist.”

The large Earth Pony nodded, took the glass, and with a single gulp he swallowed it down. That earned a grin from Endymion, and after a bit there was four glasses brought out.

The large Earth Pony held the glass, a little unsteadly, and grinned, “A friend, somepony I meet from here, he once tell me a toast, I say it now, because you are friend, ya?”

Endymion nodded, “Nasdarovje, For those who serve, those who will, and those have, here is to you, and here is to me. And should we ever disagree, to Tartarus with you, and here is to me.”

Endymion laughed, and once more the glasses were drained. Over the course of four hours Wahre Herz, Flash Sentry, and Endymion drank quite a bit of Berry’s vodka, her Zap Apple Ale, and finally, the three of them headed out into the night. Not before paying the very large bill, which made Berry a happy mare, and as they traveled the group found themselves a place that looked just as good of a sleeping spot as any.

“Whelp, Ah guess that Applebloom weren’t pullin’ mah leg ‘bout ya’ll being out here,” a deep baritone voice said.

Endymion cracked open an eye and he felt like his entire head was swimming. There was a horrific feeling of cotton mouth, and he could swear that something had crawled into his skull and created an iron works because he felt feverous and his head pounded like mad.

“Big Mac?”

“Eeeyup, yer out at our farm. Might want ta wake up, maybe clean up a bit. ‘Bloom dun went to fetch Twilight and Pinkie.”

He groaned again, willing to simply lay down and let the scavengers find his corpsified body and be done with it. A moment later he felt the cold splash of a bucket of water hit him. Beside him the large Earth Pony he met last night sat up cursing in Germaneighian, and Flash coughed as he sputtered to life.

“What in that Tartarus is wrong with you?!”

“Get up, Ah got chores ta do, and ya gotta explain why ya went ta missin’ ta yer mares.”

Endymion slowly rose up, feeling the now soaked material of his clothes sticking to him. He watched as Wahre Herz seemed to take in where they were.

“Farm?”

Endymion nodded, “Yeah, the Apple’s place. I don’t even remember getting here.”

“I… I think it was after we cut through a field, but I don’t remember everything,” Flash spoke up.

“Yeah, my memories are pretty bucked up, too,” Endymion commented, “ugh, I smell like wet Diamond Dog.”

“You certainly look better than a Diamond Dog,” said a cheerful voice, and the Crown Prince turned his aching head to see a panting Applebloom leaning by the barn door, as well as Pinkie Pie and Twilight. Fluttershy hung back, an apprehensive look on her face.

“Pinks, Twi,” Endymion moaned, “Shy, pleasure to see you all here. Now, would anypony have a potion, pill, spell, or some other remedy for a hangover?”

“Mein Freund, nicht so laut,” Herz murmured, “ooh, oh, mein Kopf…”

“What is he saying?” Twilight asked.

“This,” Endymion points to the uniformed stallion, “is Wahre Herz, from Genmaneigh. Wahre, my herdmates, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle-” a pause, and then, “and Fluttershy.”

“Herr Endymion,” Wahre spoke, in awe, “Sie sind ein glücklicher Hengst!”

Pinkie Pie grinned at him, “Guten Morgen, Herr Wahre Herz.”

“Sie sprechen Deutsch hübsches Mädchen?”

“Nein,” she grinned at him and walked toward Endymion, “Are you okay Endy?”

He nodded, “Good,” and she did something Twilight never thought that she would see Pinkie Pie do. She grabbed their stallion by the ear, and pulled him over toward her.

“What were you thinking? You made us worry, you made Twilight cry, and you left without giving Fluttershy a piece of your mind, or hearing us giving her a piece of our mind. That was a bad, bad stallion.”

“Ow, Pinkie... “

“No, you tell Twilight you’re sorry right now.”

Even without his ear in peril of being twisted to the point of never looking the same again he would have apologized to Twilight. He loved her. He loved everything about her. And he loved Pinkie Pie the same, although at the moment he was getting a little afraid of her.

“I’m sorry Twily,” he said before she caught him in a hug.

“You’re forgiven, but it’s not okay. Don’t do that again! We wanted to let you blow off steam, but when you didn’t come back… I got worried, and Pinkie got worried, and then Fluttershy tried to leave, and I made her stay, and Pinkie… Well…”

“I told her that she was going to take a very long time to earn our forgiveness, and that it would take even longer to earn yours,” she let go of his ear, kissed him, and hugged him again, “And I don’t want you to just forgive her. This is her ordeal to enter into the herd,” she said.

Flash interjected, saying, “Ummm, not that it’s any of my business, but that isn’t how Pegasi marriages work. If she’s mated to him, then she’s married to him.”

Pinkie looked at Flash and he instantly shut his mouth from the glare she gave him, “I’m the alpha mare of this herd, and if she wants to join then she’s going to do this.”

“Yes ma’am, sorry for saying otherwise ma’am,” Flash said as his ears flattened against his head.

Above them a cold wind blew. Endymion looked around, because right now it was summer, sweltering heat was the staple of the season, not cold wind. It blew again, and this time clouds began to form, dark, foreboding clouds that seemed to leaking beads of snow. Not the snowflakes he had seen when it had snow, snowflakes that had first been designed by Snowdrop, one of the highest nobles of the Pegasi order, and a close friend of his mother’s from over a thousand years ago.

Ever since she designed the first snowflake all snowflakes had been carefully crafted by weather ponies, but these, these were wild beads of snow. He looked around not really sure what was going on, but after a few moments there was somepony flying out toward them. She was carrying a mailbag, wearing a mail uniform, and she landed hear them. She looked out of breath, and clouds of her warm breath in the cold air only made to point out that something was indeed wrong.

She looked at Endymion and gave him a smile.

“Hi!”

“Ditzy, it’s nice to see you.”

“Thanks! Oh, I got a letter for you. Um, Spike asked me to bring it out since it’s too cold outside for him, and he just got it from Princess Luna,” she said.

“You deliver mail?”

“Oh, yeah, I deliver the mail, work on the weather team, work at Berry’s place, and I also clean houses. I’m busy, like a lot, but I do it all for my little muffins, I love them, and I want them to have what I never had.”

“You’re a good mother,” he said.

He opened the letter, and saw his mother’s words.

“Dearest Endymion,

My son, I write to you now not only as your mother, but as a diarch of Equestria. Scouts of mine have reported unstable weather all over Equestria, and it is spreading. The weather is spreading all throughout Equus. Knowing this, I asked Professor Flintheart to research what could be happening, and he has informed me of a machine left behind by a great sorcerer from an earlier time. The sorcerer was known as Stargazer the Elder, and he had created a way to control the very forces of nature without Pegasi magic, and without direct unicorn magic. It was meant to be a way to promote a better life, but the machine was flawed.

My son, if that machine is left unattended, and it is not shut down, it will freeze everything and everypony. I ask of you, as an adventurer, and as a magi, to please, go forth and shut it down. Find the one who has started it, and bring them back to the black cloaks.

I trust you to do this my son, and know that I love you very dearly.

Mommy.”

Author's Notes:

A little filler chapter, before we begin a new arc of the story!

If you see any errors, misspellings, syntax fails, or have other comments, please don't hesitate to tell us. We are not professional editors, unfortunately…