Luna’s Story 4: Traitor Among Us
Part 4 – Carbuncle

“Alright, one more time.” Twilight Sparkle said, smiling genuinely. “Then we’re done, I promise.”

“Promise?” Stalwart Hide scowled. The purple mare nodded, and he heaved a sigh. With absolutely no pride or emotion, he spoke the words. “In the dark we tear and rend to end all evils with spines to bend. Lust and power, hunger and might, by Luna’s will and dark of night.” There wasn’t a shred of excitement in his tone. He gasped a little as the magic rushed over his body. He twinged to grey, grew his bat wings, and so on. The armor appeared, blah-blah-blah… Lunar Stallion. It would’ve been more exciting if it had been the first time he’d performed the transformation for Twilight Sparkle. But no, this was the twenty-third time, and it had more than lost its charm. For the past hour and a half, she’d been sitting on a bench across from him and asking him to transform over and over again. The royal gardens were nice and private, so it was an ideal place to study the flow of magic that a Lunar Stallion underwent when his regalia took over. Twilight had written pages and pages of notes and little charts for it all. “Finally.” Stalwart Hide sighed, flopping forward onto his belly.

“Are you fatigued?” Twilight asked eagerly. “Does transforming take energy from you?”

“Yes. And no.” Stalwart Hide answered the questions in order. His belly suddenly growled loudly, and he cocked his head. “We done? I’m hungry.” He complained, rising to leave.

“Oh wait, please.” Twilight raised a hoof, hurriedly stuffing her things into her saddlebag. “I’ve been studying with you all night, at least let me buy you dinner.” she said, smiling. “I can drop my things off and I’ll treat you, anywhere you like!”

“Really?” Stalwart Hide said, cocking an eyebrow. “Lunar Stallions eat a lot, I wouldn’t wanna drain your purse. My tab is prolly better.”

“Oh nonsense!” Twilight said, chuckling. “I’ve been poking and prodding at you all night, you
deserve a tasty reward!” She donned her pointy hat, jingling the shining bell mysteriously. Pushing it back so it was behind her head and not dangling in her face, she smiled at him genuinely.

Stalwart thought for a few moments, then shrugged inwardly. Eh, what was the harm? She was
offering him food for all his help, and he was certainly hungry. Once she’d stopped being such a twa-- er, stopped looking at him like a science experiment, she hadn’t been half bad. She was genuinely curious, organized, and always spoke aloud so he could follow along with anything she found out. “Alright then. Lead on.”

The pair of them ended up at a place called the Spice and Fire, a rather nice Mexican place. The dim lighting and candles strewn about gave it a very cultured look, and the bright colors on the spackled walls were certainly a nice change from all the dark stone and such they’d been around all day. “This is nice.” Twilight commented, looking around. After the waiter had taken their order, the purple mare smiled across the table at him. “So how did you get mixed up into the Lunar Stallions?”

“Princess Celestia sort of fired me from the Solar Guard, after I made an inappropriate comment about her sister.” Stalwart Hide said. Twilight gasped, her eyes widening. He smiled a little bashfully, and told her the story. Princess Luna had been in a coma, and he’d called her Sleeping Mare. The stressed out and worried Princess Celestia had cast him out of the group of guards that had been watching over the dark alicorn, and his demotion followed soon after, followed by his dishonorable discharge. Nopony wanted to be around the one that Celestia herself had cast down. “And then, I found out that Princess Luna was looking to hire a singular Lunar Stallion. This was back before all the others showed up. It used to be just Aegis Shield.”

“Wow, that’s fascinating!” Twilight Sparkle said, leaning forward with her chin on her hooves. “So what happened?”

“Luna gave out a series of qualifications to this big crowd. Then, some tests. I was the last one left standing, and she invited me to become the second Lunar Stallion in a thousand years.” His chest had inflated with pride.

“That’s quite an honor!” Twilight said, smiling grandly. “You must be very proud!”

“Oh yeah.” He said, nod-nodding. “What about you? How’d you get to be a mage?” he pointed
at her with a curious hoof. “There’s only a few per Equestrian region.” Twilight blushed and told him her story, about how she’d saved not only Equestria, but her home town on multiple occasions with the help of her friends. Also, how she’d helped prevent a changling invasion and prevented the downfall of the nation with only her wits to guide her against a fake Princess Cadance. “Wow.” Said Stalwart Hide, impressed. Their food arrived, and they dug in. Stalwart Hide with ghusto. It was only after he’d cleared his third plate that Twilight Sparkle began to stare. He hadn’t been lying when he’d warned about the Lunar Stallion appetite, it seemed. The flicking revelation made a connection in her mind. Lust and power, hunger and might. It was literal. Interesting! (What was the difference between power and might? She’d have to inquire later…) She found herself smiling at him wider and wider, until he paused and cocked his head. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Twilight said, fighting the slight warmth in her cheeks. It was a little disturbing to see a stallion with such piranha teeth tearing away at a burrito, chimi-changa, tortilla rolls, tacos, chips and so on. He had to tear his food with teeth shaped like that, he couldn’t bite it off like a normal pony. She considered suggesting that he transform back to normal—but she knew she shouldn’t. She’d made him do it over and over that night, so if he was comfortable like that she wouldn’t push the issue. She did notice, however, that the more he ate the happier he became. The vague notion that the fastest way to a stallion’s heart was through his stomach, but this was on a far larger scale. By the time Stalwart Hide had reached the sixth plate, she found herself staring at his chest and belly. S-surely his legs were hollow or something?! Where was he putting it all?! While the stallion was distracted by interesting cultural Mexican wall decorations, the mage gave his body a brief scan.

Stalwart Hide’s body was in hyper-drive, her senses saw. It was quickly breaking the food down, sending energy to all parts of him. The armor was connected to him on a magical level, and it was like looking into a fuel tank. Whatever he put into it was turned into a common sort of energy, and stored as a rather literal pool of power. All ponies had energy pools like this, but the Lunar Stallion’s seemed to be on a much grander scale. It was almost like a unicorn’s mana, or magic potential, but he was a Pegasus so… it was all the armor. It drove him to eat a lot to power itself. Interesting! “Twilight?” she heard him ask loudly.

She blink-blinked out of her scanning, looking up at him guiltily. “Uh-whuh?” she said, rubbing her eyes a bit like she’d gotten dust in them.

“I said are you okay? You’re staring at nothing.” He said.

“Oh, yes! I’m fine.” She quickly took another bite of her food, which had grown cold over time. Chewing thoughtfully, she watched him polish off the last of a grouping of nachos. She wanted so badly to puzzle it all out. If the armor literally used his body like a battery, it’s no wonder he had to eat so much. Perhaps the hunger and might bit of his mantra went together? Lust and power, hunger and might? Maybe if he fed the hunger he received might from the armor, in return? She frowned at her plate in thought, and the purple mare of course ran the rest through her equation. If slaking hunger granted might-- perhaps, then, having sex granted a Lunar Stallion power? Oh, dear Celestia! “Erk!” Twilight flinched like she’d been slapped, and her soda cup LAUNCHED itself into the stratosphere! Her jolt of emotion had sent it into the heavens. Her face went scarlet and her back knees pressed together as her tail tucked.

“Good one!” Stalwart Hide said, watching the cup go until it was beyond even his sight. He put a hoof to his brow to block the moonlight, grinning. Crunching the last chip out of the chip and salsa basket, he smiled at Twilight Sparkle. That had been impressive! His smile fell a little. “You okay?” he saw her red face. “You’re not choking are you?” He made to stand and rescue her.

“I-I’m fine!” she said, forking food quickly into her mouth so she wouldn’t be able to talk. The Lunar Stallion cocked his head, suddenly unsure she’d done that for entertainment.

“Listen, tonight is the memorial night.” said Stalwart Hide. “I don’t expect you to come if you don’t want to.”

“Oh no, I really want to!” Twilight said eagerly. “It’s all a part of Lunar Stallion history! Everypony remembers where they were when Canterlot was saved by Princess Luna and her Lunar Stallions!” she smiled gaily at him, but he frowned at her a little.

“It’s a day to remember our dead, Twilight. It’s not a happy holiday.” He said slowly. Twilight’s face fell, and he went on. “But there is something else you’ll need to see as well, if you want to understand everything about us. I’ll have to show you after the ceremonies and such.” He promised. The purple mare nodded, ever-eager to learn.

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Test Theory turned his head slowly, pushing his oily mane out of his eyes. Scratching himself in a rude place, he surveyed his work. It was just a rough draft, but in theory it might all work. Frowning over a series of runes he’d drawn on his little sketchpad, he slapped the page on the wall and quickly stepped back.

Magic began to arc back and forth, lighting the cell like magnesium was burning white. Squinting and hiding his brow under a raised hoof, he watched the runes glow and wiggle off the page. They peeled free and attached themselves to the wall. The massive fitted stones rippled this way and that, like they were made of water. Twisting, turning, molding like so much taffy—something living and terrifying began to mold its way out of the stony surface. The mad scientist pony stepped back quickly so he wouldn’t be touched, grinning from ear to ear. Eyes widening so he didn’t miss a thing, he watched a broad shape slowly, slowly melt forth from the wall.

A stallion’s head, crested with massive curved teeth, silently moaned at him as it tried to pull from its prison. It wasn’t a real pony, just a creation—a terrifying image. The stone pony pulled and tugged, trying to separate from the wall, but it got stuck at the shoulder. It opened its mouth and its body language said ‘roaring’, but it had no lungs to fill to do such a thing. Test Theory grinned nastily, then turned from it as the spell wore off and the head sucked itself back into the wall. The bricks remolded back to their original shape, and he made some notes on his progress as he went.

“Having fun?”

Test Theory jerked about so fast that bones in his neck cracked like knuckles. “You scared me!” he said angrily, dropping his voice and going to the door. The little peeping door was open, and the same golden eyes stared in at him. “Did you bring me more goodies?” he said eagerly. “I’ve finished my books, so I’m quite bored when I’m not working, you know.”

“Report on your progress, first.” The pony out in the hallway showed him a slender little bag of items. The tops of some celery stuck out invitingly at him, and Test Theory licked his chops. “Have you been making any progress on the spell?”

“Yes, yes of course. But, I’ve hit a snag.” Test Theory turned and showed him a page of runes that really didn’t make sense to the stallion standing outside. “It’s doable, changing a grown pony with the Amniomorphic spell, but it needs a power source.”

“A power source?” the pony in shadow cocked his head.

“Yeah.” The mad scientist said, flipping a few pages. “Normally, the amniomorphic spell works on a foal just fine because the mother is supporting the foal’s life. But with a grown pony, you would need a substitute for the mother.”

“A substitute?” The Lunar Stallion narrowed his eyes. “You mean another mare? To serve as some sort of cataclyst?”

“Yes.” Test Theory moved about to show him another series of numbers. “In order to shapeshift you like you want, you’ll need to bring a mare in here to serve as your ‘mother’ while the spell is going on.”

“How?” the stallion wanted to know. “How does another mare serve as my mother?”

“Think of it like this. I had to work with the original spell as a blueprint.” Test Theory said. “Before you’re born, your mother is your source of power. She keeps you going, feeds you, and her body keeps you strong until you’re ready to be born.” He tried to explain. “Same goes with this spell, though you wouldn’t be in her womb, just near her, as a source of power.”

“Can it be any source of power, or does it have to be a mare?”

“The spell specifically requires a source of feminine magic or life-force to function.” The mad pony said, turning with a grin. “Don’t tell me you’re getting cold hooves, friend?”

“No.” he said thoughtfully. “But I do have a spare source of feminine magic to give you. It doesn’t have to be a live mare. That would be hard to accomplish. I’ll bring you something just as good.” He lifted the little grocery bag, which the prisoner snatched with an animated giggle of mad glee. Slowly, the peep-door began to slide closed.

“Oh wait, I had a question for you.” Test Theory suddenly turned. The peep-door was still open a smidgen, but not much. “You still have your solar steel arrow. How do you know it will work? Yes it should cut through anything, but are you sure it will do what you want?” the mad scientist squinted into the little slit to try and see his friend’s face.

The Lunar Stallion backed away into shadow so his face wouldn’t be exposed. “Hm, you’re right. I should test it first. Keep working, I’ll get back to you with what you need.” The was a mild chuckle in the blackness, and soon Test Theory was left alone.

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The royal gardens bordered a small pony-made river and had a few ponds in it as well. Dotting every body of water were floating candles, affixed to little paper lanterns. The lanterns were decorated with moon and star symbols, names written on them in Ancient Equestrian. The names of the fallen from ten years ago, at the Battle for Canterlot.

Pen Maker stood quietly at the water’s edge, staring at the lantern marked with Hammershot’s name. Next to him stood his wife and son. “Hey buddy.” He said softly to the lantern. “Good to see you again.” His eyes were soft. His loving wife leaned into him to support him, and their young foal nuzzled at one of his front legs. “I uh… I brought the missus this year. And our son. I named him after you. His name is Shot Put.” He gestured to the little colt, who whinnied a little and hugged his Dad’s leg. The soldier smiled down at his son, swallowing. “I… I still remember you. And the night in Ponyville. And our battle together.” He bowed his head, and his wife coo’d quietly, putting an arm up against him. The burly unicorn sniffled a little, tears starting down his face. Always, every year there were tears. The Rememberance Night was a time for weeping for the Lunar Stallions, but it never got any easier each year. “I miss you.” He whispered, tilting his head back and sniffling. “I wish you could have met my family here.” Pen Maker was just sort of talking now. Talking to a lantern with his best friend’s name on it, floating quietly on the water. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…” he suddenly confessed, hunching forward with quiet sobs.

“Oh no, honey no… not this again...” Pen Maker’s wife whispered worriedly, pulling him into a huge while he wept. “You did everything you could have that day. Shhhh-sh-shhh…”

“Daddy…” Shot Put pressed up against his father, watching the little lantern glow quietly as it drifted on the water. Whatever the lantern meant to his daddy, it sure did make him sad. He turned to hug his father’s leg again, putting on his bestest smile.

Pen Maker held his family close, squeezing his eyes shut. This night in particular brought back the pain and loss to any Lunar Stallion, and the battle fatigue to boot. Igniting his horn quietly, he gave the lantern a little push so it could be amongst its brothers out on the pond. He glanced across the placid body of water and saw a tall figure standing alone. It was Princess Celestia, garbed in a black hood and garb. He scowled at her angrily. Why did she come every year and just stand there? Hadn’t she done enough when she’d become a monster and gotten so many ponies killed?! Pen Maker hated her, hated her so much for everything that she’d done. They’d put the Moon Champion on the chopping block, why not her milky hide?! He clenched his teeth and then his eyes, feeling the pouring tears and regretting his savage thoughts. “H’oh Hammershot…” he whimpered as his wife stroked his mane over and over.

Twilight Sparkle and Stalwart Hide walked among the clusters of mourning ponies. All of the Lunar Stallions were there putting flowers by wooden epitaphs, speaking to name-lanterns, speaking in hushed voices. They were recalling better times, raising toasts to the dead with cider. It was gloomy, to say the least, but nopony that called himself Lunar Stallion would miss this night. To honor one’s fallen brothers was paramount. “Did you… lose anyone close to you that day?” Twilight asked in a soft voice, looking over at Stalwart Hide.

“I’m a Lunar Stallion Captain.” Stalwart said a little stiffly. “I was close to all my stallions.” Twilight felt stupid after he’d said that, but he knew she meant well. “We ate at the same table, trained together, went out drinking together… you’ve gotta remember Twilight, there were only seventy of us. Pretty small class, you’ve gotta admit.” His tone was apologetic, after his snapping.

“That’s right… just seventy…” Twilight said a little whispily. She surveyed the crowd, spotting Celestia across the pond. “There’s Princess Celestia!” she gestured. “I wonder why she’s here?”

“There are some ponies that still blame her for what happened ten years ago.” Stalwart said gently. “I think she stands there out of guilt, to soak up all their hate.” Twilight stared at him in mild revulsion. “Think about it, Twi, she killed all those ponies and she was never punished for it. Wouldn’t you be angry if someone you loved died that day?” he said a little stonily.

Twilight looked across the pond at Celestia. Her face was hidden under a dark hood, but her blowing mane and size betrayed her identity. She couldn’t imagine what must’ve been going through her mentor’s head, standing there and watching the gathering like she was. She longed to go and comfort her, to tell her it was okay, but something told Twilight that would be incredibly inappropriate, so she did not. “I… understand.” She finally admitted, sticking by Stalwart as they walked.

“Captain.” A stallion or two saluted as they walked past, their eyes flicking over Twilight Sparkle curiously. The Captain wasn’t married, and never spoke of a marefriend, who was she? Sister? Lover? Relative? A little bit of gossip started up, but not much, considering the gathering they were all attending.

“Captain Hide.” They found Princess Luna and Aegis Shield in the crowd, placing a name-lantern in the water. ‘Tree Knot’, it said in Ancient Equestrian. The unfortunate soldier had been grabbed out of the sky, turned upside down, and suplexed into the sidewalk by a brutal foe—he’d given his life for Canterlot, like all the other dead that were being celebrated. “I trust you’re well tonight?” Luna said, nodding a bit. She was dressed a long black garment, simple and body-covering to mute her normal radiance. Twilight bowed briefly, as did Stalwart.

“As well as can be expected, Princess.” said Stalwart a little bitterly. “I’m sure Tree Knot is happy to be remembered.” He gestured to the lantern that was floating in the water of the pond, out towards its brothers. Luna smiled kindly, in a sad way. “The honored dead should always be remembered for their sacrifice.”

“Indeed.” The dark alicorn said.

“Good evening, Princess.” Twilight greeted a little softly.

“Ah, Twilight. How goes the research?” Luna said conversationally.

“Very well, Stalwart Hide and I are making plenty of good progress.” Twilight smiled a little, feeling shy and small. Here she’d come to a memorial ceremony and they were talking about her writing a book. It felt so small next to the event. “I uhm…” she trailed off a little. “I’ll be sure to include everypony there,” she gestured to the lake of floating lanterns with names on them, “In the book as well.”

“You shall have full access to personal files, do not worry.” Luna nodded. “Come Aegis, we need to speak with everypony and offer condolences.” The stallion next to her nodded, offering a polite smile to Twilight and Stalwart as they were away. Twilight was at first offended that they’d shuffled off so quickly, but she looked over at Stalwart and remembered again. This was a night of mourning, not a night of friendly chatting. She sighed, deflating.

“Come on Twilight, you can meet some of my friends.” Stalwart smiled gently, putting an arm briefly around her. He could tell she was sort of floundering. He offered up a small smile, and led her along. “Oh hey, there’s Panzer Hoof.” He steered her towards a specific stallion, a titanic Earth Pony with a mare at his side.

“A female Lunar Stallion?!” Twilight blurted before she could stop herself.

Glitter Star turned, smiling gingerly. “The one and only.” She said. “I’m still new though, don’t worry.” She offered her hoof and they shook firmly.

“Panzer, Glitter, this is Twilight Sparkle.” Stalwart explained who Twilight was and why she was there. The pair of them nodded, smiling politely. “So Glitter, are you still getting used to being called a stallion?” Stalwart smiled just a little bit playfully.

“Eh, I figure it’s like being a knight. You get called ‘sir’ whether you’re male or female.” Glitter Star said smugly, cocking her head with a grin. Stalwart chuckled a little, nodding.

“Oh, Twilight. This is Panzer Hoof. I’ve told you about him, remember?” Stalwart introduced the massive stallion, who nodded politely. “My special talent might be physical endurance under pain, but Panzer here is unstoppable! You literally cannot hurt him!” he praised his soldier, whapping his chest a few times. Panzer had the decency to blush just a little bit, smiling. Glitter Star chuckled a little, putting a wing comfortingly over his back.

“Oh yes, I remember you talking about Panzer. Nice to finally meet you!” Twilight shook his massive hoof, feeling like a foal in front of him. Her eyes flicked to Glitter and it took all of two seconds to see they were a couple.

“You too.” Panzer Hoof nodded politely.

The rest of the evening was spent in quiet socializing, honoring the dead and raising toasts. Luna gave a short, restrained speech about bravery and loyalty to the crown, but it was rather muted. She knew that her stallions were weary, and didn’t keep them long with flowery words. All of them were visiting their nightmares just as much as their honored dead this night. But, it was necessary. They had to remember that day so they could learn from it, and tell their future generations about the horrors of open warfare. Even just one battle had rocked Canterlot to her knees, and they would carry the burden of what that was like forever.

Near the end of the ceremonies, Luna stood with Pip at the edge of the lake. He had no name-lantern for his mother and father, but rather a pair of little candles. He wept, and the Princess held him with one wing, as she’d promised she would. Even her newborn Lunar Stallion needed comfort this night.

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Twilight Sparkle and Stalwart Hide were walking along a private, separated park area near the palace. It wasn’t really a part of the royal gardens, but it wasn’t a part of the park next to it either. It was a sort of in-between landscape area where few ponies treaded because it was so overgrown. Stalwart kept looking around, as though suspecting that they were being followed. “What’s wrong?” Twilight asked softly.

“Not many ponies come this way, I like to keep it that way.” He opened his wings to move a branch for Twilight to duck under. “If they knew what was here, there might be trouble.” His golden eyes flicked back and forth.

“Would you like me to turn us invisible?” Twilight offered, the bell on her hat jingling mysteriously. Stalwart shook his head no, only ushered her through the underbrush and out of sight. The purple mare followed quietly, for the armored stallion was moving as stealthily as he could. Finally, they came to a little clearing.

“You have to promise that, whatever you learn here, you tell the truth about it all in your book.” Stalwart stopped to tell her. Twilight nodded, a little confused at his scowling face. “Don’t let anypony dramatize it for you, or tell you a different version of what I’m about to tell you, okay? I was there. I lived it. If you’re going to put it in a textbook, it needs to be the truth.” She nodded again as he spoke, and he gestured towards the middle of the clearing. There, under a shaft of silvery moonlight, was a standing headstone.

“Who’s that?” Twilight asked timidly, taking off her hat to be respectful.

“The Princess called her the Moon Champion.” Stalwart whispered, walking side-by-side with Twilight until they came near and saw the name. Trixie Lulamoon. The unicorn startled back with a cry, going pale. “What? What’s wrong?” Stalwart asked.

“I know her! I knew her! Dear Celestia!” Twilight’s hoof rushed to her mouth as her eyes got wider and wider. “Trixie! Trixie’s dead?!” Her memory recalled the haughty showpony, that suave and confident mare that had only briefly plagued Ponyville over a decade ago with her magic show. “I can’t believe she’s… wh… what’s this?!” the two of them started walking faster as they came nearer to the grave.

“What the buck is thiiiis…?” Stalwart Hide whispered with growing eyes. His pupils shrank in horror as they stopped at the edge of a huge hole in the ground, at the gravestone’s base. Somepony had dug the grave out! There was a massive pile of dirt to one side, a shovel, and a pair of tarps to cover the whole thing. The armored stallion rushed forward to peer down into the hole and instantly recoiled in revulsion.

The coffin was open. Trixie’s remains were still inside. A decade of quiet decay had turned her into a mere skeleton with whispy stretches of yellow and green, parchment-like skine remaining. The simple death garb had long since been eaten away by time, along with most of the rest of her.

Twilight’s morbid curiosity made her glance down as well, and she recoiled, turning as pale as a sheet. “Somepony--” She tried to speak but bile rushed up into her throat. She covered her mouth as the taste of acid filled her mouth. She dashed to one side to spit and moan, feeling ill. “Somepony dug her up?!” she gagged. Stalwart was leaning into a series of bushes, and a bunch of wet slapping sounds told her he was more ill than she. “Why?! Why would anypony do that?!”

“She was the Moon Champion.” Stalwart Hide leaned on a tree, gagging softly and wiping his mouth. He had sweat beaded on his face and he was trying not to hyperventilate so hard. “We have to tell the others. This is now a crime scene!” As Twilight looked on she saw him morph from friendly stallion to full-on royal guard mode. “Don’t move, Twilight! Anything you touch could be evidence!” he spread his wings and launched himself skyward to sound the alarm.

Twilight could not help herself, as soon as Stalwart was gone, she leaned over the lip of the open grave again. Trixie’s skull it was… disfigured. The horn had been broken off with a careful tool of some sort, and… and… sweet Celestia. Twilight fought another wave of bile in her throat.

Trixie’s carbuncle was gone. The ‘gem’ that was in the base of all unicorn horns, the source of their magic—it was gone. This was sick. Really sick. It was be like un-stallioning a male corpse, or ripping the wings off a pegasus’ body. Carbuncle’s never truly decayed, and some believed they represented a unicorn’s soul, or essence. Somepony had dug out Trixie’s grave and stolen it. This was evil, really sick and twisted evil. The lavender mare leaned on the gravestone, her hoof over her mouth. Stalwart would not be happy if she threw up on the crime scene.

End of Part 4

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