Grevin let out a groan as he woke to the feeling of a cold breeze buffeting over his body. Bringing a hand to his face to block some of the cold air he realized that there was something wrong. Where he just was, there was no bitter howling wind or cold chill. Jerking forward into a sitting position he looked around quickly trying to figure out his surroundings. What met his gaze made his jaw drop. He found himself sitting in a small snowbank high in the Envasus mountains where this whole journey had begun.

He sat there for a few moments the sound of the wind whistling through the mountains the only sound before his eyes widened as the realization came to him. What if he had just slipped and hit his head? What if the whole thing was a simple hallucination from a head wound? He quickly brought a hand up to the back of his head only to feel no pain that would accompany such an incident. He frowned as he slowly rose to his feet being sure to brush as much snow from his person as he could.

He looked around once more taking note that the sun, the tree's even the cold were the same as they were when he had been pulled into that strange portal. It was then that his training finally kicked in, perhaps he had fell victim to an illusion spell rather than a head wound. The hallucination would be the same result, and if it was meant to slow him, then it would explain why he was sitting down in the snow drift.

He quickly closed his eyes in concentration trying to bring forth his magic once again into his hands to sense if there were any signs of foul play, but something was wrong. His concentration was doing nothing, it was almost as if he couldn't use magic at all. His eyes furrowed as he tried harder but still his reward was nothing. His eyes snapped open and despite the cold, a nervous sweat began to bead on his neck. If he couldn't use his abilities, then what could he do to help Bastion.

He shook his head and pushed his worry into the back of his mind. He quickly found his bearings and began to walk down the all to familiar rock path that he was once on before. It didn't matter if he could use his magic or not, he could still fight as long as he had his weapons. He paused mid stride as that thought hit. He hadn't even checked to see if he had everything. If someone or something had incapacitated him, then they could of taken his belongings.

Reaching a hand back he tried to find the pack that had been tied over his shoulder. He felt a surge of hope when the familiar surface of the cloth bag was touched by his gloved hand. Next he reached for his sword, both on his hip and back. His good spirits were quickly crushed when he found them missing. He clenched his fist in anger a growl coming to his throat. The sword on his back was the only thing he had that remained of his father. He cherished that blade. The other was a relic from ruins he had traveled through. Supposedly it was meant to be a great weapon of his race, but he never saw anything special about it except that it was a very good blade.

Grevin sighed as he lowered his hands and once again began to step forward a look of anger and determination showing in his very stride. He knew that he was still the best hope for the land and he would do everything he could to fight the impending evil. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a large, cold burst of wind slammed into him, causing him to step back as he brought his hands to his face in an attempt to block some of the freezing snow from cutting into him.

Taking another step back, the wind seemed to increase, and then he heard something. A deep low laugh that grew in volume with every gust of wind. Narrowing his eyes Grevin placed one foot back preparing to move quickly if he needed to. The voice grew louder and louder until the very rocks of the mountains shook before lowering in volume and fading. Then, he heard the voice.

“You can't save them you know....” It was a deep voice, a voice that was rough, confident, and dark. The kind of voice that came from an adversary who had you right where they wanted you and knew it.

He grit his teeth as he stood his ground. “Save who...who are you?”

The voice laughed, the very sound of it sending a shiver down his spine. “Why I'm talking about the land of Bastion fool. As for who I am? I'm hurt, I thought you knew me already Grevin.”

Grevin growled. “No, I don't know you and Bastion is still surviving, still thriving. I'm going to put a stop to -”

“You'll do NOTHING!” The voice bellowed causing the very ground to quake under Grevin's feet causing him to fall to a knee. He looked around quickly and gasped at what he saw. The very sky was twisting turning into a dark perversion of itself while the mountains in the distance seemed to be breaking apart falling to the earth below but causing no sound.

“You, Grevin, are powerless! A weak being who can do nothing to help those close to you or those who depend on you!” The voice was so loud now it felt as though the very ground quaked with every syllable. He clenched his eyes closed as he felt his anger grow, all while the voice berated him. “You try to be strong, only to become weaker, you try to be kind only to be stabbed in the back. You try with all your being to belong, only to be pushed away!”

Grevin could take no more, his anger peaked, and he bellowed a single word as he slammed his fist into the ground shattering the very rock he was kneeling on leaving a deep hole in the earth. “ENOUGH!” His breathing was ragged as he pulled his hand back and looked at what he had done. The voice merely chuckled as another chill ran its way up his spine.

“Oh Grevin, Grevin, Grevin...temper temper. I don't think you realize just how helpless you are.” The voice chided as a slick, black tar like substance rose from the hole he had just created. It began to stretch out little tendrils that latched onto his hand and forearm with an iron grip making him wince in pain.

He grunted pulling back only to have his arm jerked down into the hole the sticky substance enveloping every inch it could causing him to fall face first to the ground. The black, tar like substance enveloped his hand, then his wrist, forearm, then it began to crawl its way up to his shoulder and collar. His blood ran cold as he felt his will to fight began to leave him, the feeling of apathy washing over him. His vision began to fade as the voice once again taunted him. “You're weak Grevin...you'll always be weak!”

Grevin's eyes snapped open as he screamed jerking himself into a sitting position his hand closed in a fist pulled back ready to strike but when he came to his senses it was already to late and he found himself caught in the forward motion of his punch which made him roll completely off balance, out of the bed and onto his back on the floor below with a solid thud. Sitting up he found himself no longer on the mountains but sitting in front of a simple bed with a blue blanket on it. There was a simple chest of drawers on the far side of the room with a small mirror on it and next to it in the corner he noticed a chair that had his armor, forearm guards, leg grieves, and his boots resting simply on its back and cushion, all of which was being washed in bright sunlight coming in from a nearby picture window.

He paused in confusion as he took in his surroundings before it hit him that he no longer wore his armor. Panic shot through him as he brought a hand to his head and the other to his chest to see if he still wore his cloak and other coverings. Thankfully he found that not only did he still have his cloak and hood, he still wore his gloves, black long sleeve shirt and leggings...even his socks remained. He let out a silent breath that he didn't realize he was even holding as he let his hands drop to his lap.

He took a moment to collect himself taking a slow deep breath before wincing as a small twinge of pain shot through his abdomen. He frowned and raised a hand to his chest taking note that he had a what felt like bandages wrapped around his chest and torso. He slowly brought his feet under him and stood up being sure to brace himself against the bed while holding his side and moved over to the window hoping that he would find himself in a quaint little village near the base of the Envasus mountains and that everything leading up to this point was a simple hallucination. He was certain that he had come down with a fever during his trek, and passed out. When that happened he had to have fallen down from a ridge and been hurt before he had been found by some local villager who had brought him here and patched him up.

When he did reach the window he did indeed find a small quaint village, with quaint little houses, shops all with thatched roofs. However, instead of the villagers being people of all ages, shapes and sizes walking around going through their every day lives, there were instead several of what he could only describe as different colored...ponies? Yes, ponies, some smiling, others laughing laughing, some pulling carts or carrying saddle bags, even some serving food at a small cafe...each of them with different symbols on their flanks. “What the...This can't be right...I must still be dreaming.”

Taking a closer look though he couldn't help but feel a cold sweat wash over him. He knew that everything he thought was a dream was indeed reality, he had been pulled through a strange portal of some kind to another world. Adding to it, the people inhabiting this land walked on four legs...and on top of that they seemed quite expressive...smiles and all, and there was nothing he could say or do at the moment that would change that simple fact.

He would of given this more thought if it wasn't for the sound of hooves fast approaching from the hall outside. His combat training kicked in making him notice that not only had he made his presence well known, but he had also managed to allow potential threats to catch him without his armor, and backed into a room with no easy escape. Deep in the back of his mind an old lesson sprung forward from when he had learned to fight. If you find an enemy with an ability that could aid you in the future and they have no way to escape, capture them, learn what they know and how to do it, and then finish them once you have what you want. While he had never done such a thing, it went against his beliefs, he had heard of it happening. He hadn't worried about it at the time he had helped the one he caused to be injured because he figured he would most likely be left for dead...apparently he was wrong.

He jumped across the room despite his tender muscles screaming at him to not take things so fast, and grabbed the chair his items rested in dumping them to the floor. The sound of hooves quickened as he took the chair and ran with it to the door. As he heard the sound of the hooves come within thirty feet of the door he jammed the chair under the door knob and propped it so that it would force the door to remain shut. With that done, he ran back to the other side of the room and grabbed his boots. There was no way in hell he was going to be taken without a fight.

-Ponyville Hospital, Mid-day, Three Weeks After First Contact

Applejack sat down in the hospital waiting room while she waited to see Nurse Red Heart, the smell of disinfectant, rubbing alcohol and different medicines making her miss the much more enjoyable smells of Sweet Apple Acres. Not to mention the bland walls of the waiting room were so dull compared the green and red of the apple trees. She didn't let it bother her to much though since it was her daily time to come by the hospital for a few hours to check on the creature they had met a few weeks before. Ever since they brought him in, all of the girls had decided to come by and check on him even if for an hour every day. Even Pinkie Pie and Rarity who weren't even there when he first appeared had insisted on being there when or if he woke up.

Applejack lightly pawed the ground as she thought back to that morning when they had brought him through Ponyville and straight to the hospital. Twilight had run ahead of them as fast as she could while still maintaining the force field around him, which as it turns out had been a very good thing. Not only was Nurse Red Heart ready with a large gurney, but the force field had placed enough pressure on his torso that it had actually helped to slow the flow of blood allowing him to be treated much more effectively. Applejack had done her duty as well. There had been several ponies who tried to take a look at the creature they had brought in, some even worrying that it was a rouge changeling that had been captured, but a stern glare and quick explanation had turned most of those ponies away. The more stubborn ones took a little more...convincing but a quick kick from her leg got the message across soon enough.

The four had not been allowed to go back into the trauma room after Nurse Redheart had taken him back, and thus were forced to wait in the emergency care waiting room, which was nearly maddening. At first the four sat in silence, digesting the events of the day each in their own way but when Pinkie Pie and Rarity had joined them, most likely from Twilight informing Spike who couldn't keep much of a secret, the questions had begun.

Applejack couldn't help but smile at the memory of Pinkie Pie bouncing all over the room asking all kinds of questions.

*Three Weeks Prior, Emergency Care Waiting Room*

“Hey was he all big and scary! Did he have sharp looking teeth?! Oh-oh-oh did he try to drink your blood?!” She pressed her forehead against Twilight's, her bright blue eyes bugging out a bit with the last question as she raised her hooves ominously while Twilight tried to back away.

Rainbow Dash sighed and shook her head a scowl still on her face. “No Pinkie Pie, he was big and he may have been scary for some ponies, but not to me.” She crossed her arms and looked down. “Though, he is way to stubborn...he wouldn't let us help him and now he could be back there...” Her voice softened “bleeding to death...or something worse.” she sighed.

A soft squeak from the next chair over drew her attention back up and over to Fluttershy who looked very shaken. She had tears brimming in her eyes and a cloud of worry seemed to hover over her. “Y..you...you don't think that...he...he...” She looked down and shook as a small tear ran down her face and dripped to the floor.

Applejack and Pinkie Pie were there in the blink of an eye to wrap their friend in a warm supportive hug. “Shoot no sugar cube, by the looks of that character, he should be doing just fine.” She stepped back as Pinkie Pie did her usual job of cheering the group up and trotted over to Twilight and Rarity who now seemed to be having a more quiet conversation.

Rarity was sitting next to her friend and moved over a bit making room for Applejack as she spoke, a look of curiosity forming on her face. “Twilight, what do you mean you haven't seen that kind of magic before? I thought that you had seen it all, being the Element of Magic and so well educated.”

Twilight frowned as she shook her head. “I have seen demonstrations on several different forms of magic. Conjuring, Transformation, Healing, Illusions....But the magic I saw and felt tonight....it was different. “ She looked up at Rarity with concerned eyes then turned to Applejack. “A.J. You saw him first with Apple Bloom. Did you see him do anything to her by chance?”

Applejack looked down a moment at her hooves before shaking her head, her green eyes lost in thought thinking back to the rage she felt seeing that creature hovering over her sister. “No Twi...at least I don't think ah did...when I first saw him, he was sitting over Apple Bloom...seeing a huge unknown creature over your sister...well it doesn't make you think straight. I wanted to protect her so I acted before thinking and gave him a solid buck to the face knocking him away.” She sighed as she brought her gaze to meet her two friends, a look of remorse on her face. “Ah should of tried to speak to him first, maybe avoided this whole fiasco...”

Rarity shook her head as she placed a hoof on Applejack's shoulder. “Appljack, dear you couldn't have known what it...he was doing. I would of done the same thing if I had been in your place and it were Sweetie Bell. You did what any good sister would do.”

Appljack nodded letting the subject drop while the door to the Trauma Ward opened and Nurse Red Heart stepped out still in her blood stained scrubs. “Excuse me...Everypony?”

The mane six paused in their conversations as they turned to face the good nurse, their eyes showing their hope, fear, and concern. Nurse Redheart took a steadying breath as she looked in the eyes of the group of friends and gave them a small reassuring smile. “I think he is going to make it...it was touch and go for a little bit, but it seems like he has a very strong heart,” The sound of a collective sigh of relief cut her off for a moment, “However, I do have some concerns.” This caused the group to pause in their small celebration.

Twilight stepped past her friends her curiosity growing. “What do you mean Nurse Redheart?”

The good nurse sat down a moment as she collected her thoughts before speaking. “Well, I can better explain what I mean after I do my second examination. Fluttershy?”

The yellow pony froze with a slight tremble. “Y-yes?”

“Can you and Twilight here come back with me to do a quick check. If I remember correctly I was told that you were injured at one point too? If that's the case I just need to do a quick check up to make certain you're really alright.” She gave a soft reassuring smile to the nervous Pegasus.

Fluttershy smiled giving a small nod of approval before moving to follow Twilight as they went back into the treatment area. Twilight still was a bit concerned with what Nurse Redheart had said before but wanted to wait to say anything until after the initial check of her friend. “So...where will our mysterious visitor be kept now?”

Nurse Redheart led them back to a simple examination room and began to remove her dirty scrubs while Fluttershy sat herself up on the patient table. “Well, right now he is in our recovery unit, but since it appears he is in a coma, he will most likely be moved to a private room in a more secure part of the building, and...despite my better judgment I'm going to allow his belongings to stay with him since you vouched for him when you brought him in...but he is going to be the only one on that level until we can determine if he really isn't a threat or not.”

Having disposed of her scrubs, she turned to face Fluttershy while wearing a small head band with a light on it and a stethoscope around her neck. “Ok Fluttershy, just extend your wing please and let me see where that glass had cut you.”

“O-ok, “ She lifted her wing and let out a small squeak as Nurse Redheart pressed her hoof where the cut had once been. “Well...it looks alright to me from an initial view...” She took the stethoscope and took a quick listen to Fluttershy's heart and lungs before stepping back and looking at Twilight. “You said he healed her with some sort of magic right?”

Twilight nodded as Fluttershy hopped down from the table and sat next to her friend. “Yes, but I wasn't able to really tell what kind of magic he used...Fluttershy, what did it feel like when he helped you?”

“Well...it was warm...comforting, like waking up on a cold winters day with my animal friends all snuggling around me to keep me warm. “ Her cheeks turned red as she looked down, her hoof lightly pawing at the ground. “I could also compare it to getting the warmest hug from someone you care about...it made me feel safe, peaceful and secure....” Her eyes had begun to take on a distant, far away look as Nurse Redheart cleared her throat to draw her back to reality.

Twilight's eyes widened a bit as she watched her friend who had jerked awake from her thoughts and looked around quickly before settling and bringing her gaze back to the other two ponies in the room. “Um...is...that alright?”

Twilight just laughed a little and nodded. “Yes, that's fine Fluttershy...Nurse Redheart, why do I get the feeling that there is more to this than you're letting on...what's on your mind?”

She sighed as she sat down and put the medical equipment on a small counter next to her. “Well...if I am reading his anatomy correctly, the injuries Fluttershy gained before his healing her, were very similar to the injuries he had when you brought him into the Emergency Room.”

This caused the two to pause with wide eyes. “W...what? “

Redheart nodded confirming what she had said, though her eyes were downcast showing a look of pure astonishment mixed with worry. “I know, it's strange. According to what you had told me, you had broken bones, and a large wound that would most likely lead to a punctured lung with cuts potentially in a major artery. He had one collapsed lung, signs of major smoke inhalation in the other, two broken ribs, as well as a large penetration wound on his chest and severe internal bleeding. It was amazing that his heart was beating so strongly...many ponies would of succumbed to that kind of trauma.”

Fluttershy looked to be on the verge of tears trembling at the mental image painted in her mind. To her credit she lasted thirty seconds before breaking down and running from the room back into the waiting area where the rest of her friends could help comfort her leaving Twilight to finish talking to Nurse Redheart.

“I am beginning to have my suspicions about the magic used to help Fluttershy...but I'm going to have to do a bit of research about it just to be certain. For now though, I'll settle with just being happy about everypony being alive and ok for the moment. Thank you for all you've done Nurse Redheart.”

“Anytime Twilight...though next time try to not get into so much mischief...I'm like any pony out there, I enjoy the days when I don't have to work.” She gave a little wink and smile as she trotted off to do her rounds.

Twilight returned to her friends and, after calming Fluttershy down, they decided it was best to try and visit daily when they could if even for an hour. They figured that since they weren't allowed up on the level he was roomed at, they could at least visit in the lobby area and wait. So that's exactly what they did.

*End Flashback*

Applejack chuckled a bit when she remembered how both she and Twilight had to force Fluttershy from spending all her time waiting in the lobby area. The poor thing felt as though she were responsible for him being there in the first place but after some pushing from herself, and careful negotiation from Twilight...as well as some angry glares from Angel, Fluttershy agreed to return home.

Applejack really couldn't blame Fluttershy for wanting to be there when he woke, in fact she was tempted to take time away from the orchard to be around more often at the hospital, but her common sense would always remind her that her family needed her too and those apples were not going to take care of themselves. Sure Big Macintosh and Granny Smith could handle a good bit of it, but it wouldn’t be right for her to just shove all the work onto her kin. Besides, she was beginning to think that he was never going to wake up from his coma.

Applejack's attention was interrupted when Nurse Redheart walked into the room. She was giving quick updates to the friends and families of different patients in the hospital and once she saw Applejack sitting there she trotted right over. “Hello Applejack.” Her voice was pleasant but tired, must have been a busy day.

“Heya Nurse Redheart, how is the big lug today? Any chance he could be wakin up soon?”

She sighed sitting down next to the orange earth pony. “Well, to be honest I'm not certain. We simply don't know enough about his anatomy, but from what I've seen at his latest bandage changing, his wound had almost completely healed, and his ribs are beginning to set. I've never really seen anypony heal this quickly. There have been stories about Princess Celestia and Princess Luna recovering from great wounds in old stories that are told to us in medical school, but those are stories...and they are special cases anyways.”

Applejack nodded “Yes, I reckon they would be. Well, I just know that several of us are hoping to talk to that feller as soon as possible...especially Fluttershy.”

“And Twilight, and yourself...right?”

Applejack smirked her eyes smiling a bit. “Yes, ah do want to thank him for helping little Apple Bloom...she could have been really hurt if not for him pulling her and the other girls out of that fire...but why would Twilight be so interested in speaking to him?”

“Well, she had been telling me that the magic she saw him use to help Fluttershy was unlike anything she had seen before and she was pretty curious about it...so I guess she wants to talk to him about it.”

“Shoot, that figures...so...Nurse Redheart...” Applejack paused and took a moment to carefully look around. “Ah...don't suppose you could give me an idea as to what that feller looks like under all those clothes?” Applejack regretted saying that the moment it left her lips, but to be honest, the curiosity was beginning to get to her. She had kept her word about not letting anyone see what he looked like unless it was necessary and that included herself, but after all this time her mind had begun to wonder.

Nurse Redheart laughed a bit as she shook her head. “Applejack, you know I can't tell you...you made me swear it.” She smiled at the orange earth pony who looked a bit downtrodden with drooped ears and a small frown. “...Tell you what...I can probably let a few things be known...” Applejack visibly brightened and nodded her head. “Besides, the other girls have been begging me to tell them too...I guess the whole mysterious identity really pulls at ponies curiosity.” This made Applejack pause her nodding for a moment but the good nurse thought nothing of it and continued . “Alright...I can tell you that he-”

Her sentence was cut short by a sudden angry scream followed by a solid thud from the ceiling above them. Both ponies took a moment to look at one another, their eyes delivering the same exact thought. Without wasting any time, both ponies rose to their hooves and ran out of the waiting room and up the stairs to the next floor as fast as they could all while brushing past patients, doctors, and visitors. Nurse Redheart was in the lead followed by Applejack who was beginning to worry at the sound of eerie silence in the halls. Rounding another corner they came to the only room with a closed door and skidded to a halt.

Nurse Redheart began to try to open the door only to find it jammed shut. “Oh no...I think he's barricaded it.”

Applejack stepped forward with a small smirk. “Then step aside...I'll handle this no problem.” She turned and planted her front hooves firmly to the floor before rearing back and giving a strong buck that shot the door off it's hinges and into the room with a loud crack.

Grevin jerked his head down as the door shot into the room and slammed into the wall next to him. “Shit.” He jumped to his feet and moved more towards the window.

He didn't have his armor on yet but did have on his forearm guards and boots, so he did the only logical thing in his mind and took on a defensive stance placing one foot behind him so he could be ready to move quickly. Two of the ponies walked into the room, one of them white with blue eyes and red cross on her flank followed by the same orange one that he had seen before. She stepped forward a small smile forming on her face. “Howdy there partner, how are you feeling?” Seeing the stance he was in she knew that she may have bucked the door a bit to hard. “Whoa there partner, you can relax. Nurse Redheart and I aren't going to hurt you...not after you helped my friend and sister.”

He paused a moment the friendliness of her voice throwing him off a bit. He was expecting there to be a some sort of angry threat...not a warm welcome. After her prompting he slowly brought his hands down to his sides and adjusted his feet so he was standing more comfortably. “...Well other than a bit tender...I'm not doing to terribly to be honest.”

Applejack grinned seeing him relax and and turned to Nurse Redheart. “Can you send for Twilight, Fluttershy and the others? Ah reckon they're going to want to see our new friend.” Redheart smiled and nodded knowing that Applejack could take care of herself and stepped out of the room and moved down the hall.

Applejack moved closer to Grevin and held out her hoof. “Well, I suppose I should introduce myself, names Applejack, I help run Sweet Apple Acres, the best orchard in Equestria,”

Grevin reached his hand forward and took the extended hoof, and to his surprise he felt a small charge of static pull around his hand, and when she shook her hoof, his hand followed suit in a hoof-handshake. “Well...My name is Grevin, Grevin Hades. It's nice to meet you Applejack.” He felt a calm smile move across his hooded face which even brightened the tone of his voice.

Pulling his hand back he allowed himself to rest back against the edge of the windowsill which helped his tender abdomen muscles relax. “Am I right in guessing that this is a hospital?”

Applejack nodded “Yes-sir. After you healed Fluttershy, you collapsed. We saw you were hurt awfully bad so we scooped you up and rushed you to Ponyville Hospital. It was slow goin for a while, but Nurse Redheart was able to patch you up.” She leaned in a bit trying to see under his hood but was only met with shadow. She knew that he was a good person, she could just tell, but what did he have to hide under there? Slowly she scooted a bit closer to get a better look.

Grevin sat in quiet thought for a moment not really watching what the earth pony was doing until she had managed to maneuver herself nearly to just in front of his feet. Once there his senses kicked in and her jerked his head back from her gaze which caused him to solidly hit the window with a solid thunk. “Damn it!”

Applejack snickered as he pulled a hand to the back of his head while letting out a small hiss of pain. “You should probably be a bit more careful Grevin. You still need to heal up.”

He nodded. “Yes, I suppose you're right.” He turned to look out the window a bit. “Applejack? I have a lot of questions. Questions about where this place is, what the peopl-erm....ponies are like, and how I got here.”

Applejack nodded as she patted the bed next to her. “Sure, I'll try to answer what I can, but I reckon that Twilight will be able to answer a lot more than I can.” She moved over as he took a seat on the cushioned surface.

“I certainly hope so...so where do we begin?”

“Well, the town you're in is Ponyville, which is in the land of Equestria. We're ruled by our two Princesses, Princess Celestia, who rules the day, and Princess Luna, who rules the night...” Grevin nodded as he tried to take everything in.

Authors Note: I want to take a moment to say that the hand/hoof shake thing is an idea I borrowed from another author Daniel Gallant's Memoirs of a Reality Jumper. I hope he doesn't mind, I just thought it was a pretty good take on how the ponies could grab things. So thank you sir for that idea.

I also wanted to thank you guys for the positive reviews. At the moment life is pretty darn hectic and the positive upbeat reviews really make my day.

As always I'll do my best to stay consistent with canon, and keep everything straight in my stories. If I do happen to miss something please feel free to let me know in a non fiery fashion in a review, and I'll try to find a way to correct it. Thanks again for taking your time to come read my story. Have a great day and happy reading.