Pinkie was surprised to discover that her saviors were not, in fact, giants. When they came to check on her, they had to crawl up a ladder to get on top of the bed. It took them about twelve minutes to forage all the way across the rippled sheets to make it to Pinkie.

For they were not giants. They were not normal sized ponies, either. They were adorable little ponies maybe the size of ants, perhaps smaller.

"Oh, good, you're awake!" A green stallion said, his voice just barely loud enough to hear without Pinkie straining her ears. He trotted up to Pinkie's face while several of the others held back, afraid of the giant horse they were so close to. "I am Emerald. What's your name?"

Pinkie noted that all the mini-ponies were earth ponies - not a pegasus or unicorn in the bunch. "I'm Pinkie Pie! Thanks for saving me!"

"It was the least we could do," Emerald said with a bow. "We saw you bruised and battered on the beach so we brought you here as soon as we could. Used every type of healing potion we could. We fixed everything we could! But... I..."

"I've been blind for a long time, don't feel sad," Pinkie said with a dismissive wave. "The curse is a pretty nasty one, too. If you put artificial eyes in the sockets they don't work either. Don't feel bad, legendary healers have tried and failed."

"That's so sad..." A pink mare said.

"Yes, but on the flip side, now I surprise everybody with how well I know where they are!" She giggled, pointing at the tiny ponies. "Let's see... there are thirty-six of you on the bed, a thirty-seventh staying at the bottom of the ladder, and twenty of you are mares!"

"Witch..." a blue mare breathed.

Probably best not to mention that I know what color they are... "Me? A witch? Psh, you don't see a horn on this head of mine, do you?"

"I... guess not."

"There are other ways to 'see', my little pony." Pinkie giggled - yes, it was a cheap, petty joke, but she'd abuse it to death and there was nothing anyone could do about it. "I can sense with sound, for instance! If you listen closely you can hear sound bounce off things." This much was true, she could 'see' based on echoes, but she wasn't as good as some people she knew and only got a fuzzy image of what was around. But it was an explanation that didn't involve describing 'witchcraft-like' senses, so she went with it.

"Wow, you really are something else!" Emerald chuckled.

"So, why are all of you little ponies living in a giant's house?"

Emerald thought about this for a moment. "There's more than enough food for us here thanks to the misress' farm. We keep the house tidy and do all the simple chores for her."

"She's the giant, then?"

"Yes, she is."

"I'd like to meet her!"

Emerald paled. "Oh, no no no no! That wouldn't be good at all!"

"She doesn't like ponies," the blue mare said.

Pinkie cocked her head. "You're all ponies."

"She thinks we're house fairies," Emerald explained. "We're too small for her to see or hear. If she knew what we were..."

"I don't think we'd make a very good meal," the pink mare pointed out. "She'd probably drive us out while trying to squish us."

"How exactly would she even do that?" the blue mare countered. "She can't even see us. We could just stop tidying up the house and she'd think we'd gone."

"We can-"

"Enough!" Emerald declared. "We have a guest. We can argue about what the mistress can and can't do later."

Pinkie nodded slowly. "So, she'll want to eat me."

"Most likely," Emerald admitted. "Though the last time a pony of your size came through she screamed in panic and stomped her until she was flatter than a fly's wing."

Pinkie shivered. "Okay... Looks like I'll be getting out of here as soon as I can." She jumped to her hooves and began to stretch her limbs. "Thanks for everything, but I don't want to be giant food!"

"Are you sure you can move...?" Emerald asked.

"Oh yeah," Pinkie did a backflip. "Excellent shape. Your health potions really are magic!"

"I told you we overdid it," the blue mare deadpanned.

"Wait!" the pink mare called, stopping Pinkie. "You don't even know where you're going!"

Pinkie's smile faded. "That's... true. Where should I go to get off the island?"

"There's an old busted ship hidden under the dock - just out that window!"

"Thanks!" Pinkie giggled. "I shall take control of it a-"

The door to the room opened with a massive earth-quaking creak. Pinkie quickly jumped behind a pillow, hiding away from the giant's sight. When Pinkie had first heard 'giant', she had pictured a pony, or perhaps a human. What came in the door was neither of those things - it was a massive television screen affixed to a spinal-cord made of metal plates and sparking wires. Five limbs of harsh metal wound with glowing blue wires carried the mechanical behemoth forward - three legs, two arms.

The television screen itself was eternally set to static of some kind.

It - Pinkie could not bring herself to think of this clanking mess as a 'she' - crawled into the room, tapping the lightbulb in the ceiling with one of its pointed claws. The lightbulb unscrewed itself, falling into the free hand. With a spark of electricity, the loose bulb lit up. Nodding to itself, the giant took another bulb out of a storage compartment and screwed it into the ceiling.

It left without so much as a second glance at the room.

Pinkie didn't wait. She put herself in a party cannon and launched herself at the window. She pulled her warhammer out at the last second and thrust it forward, breaking the massive window into a few dozen shards. Hitting the ground with a bounce, she made a beeline for the dock.

Had she been giant-sized, this might have taken a minute, tops. As it was the dock seemed to be miles away...

Sigrun got too excited running out of the junkyard. Her bones tripped on a loose lead pipe and she went tumbling skull over ribs until she was nothing more than a pile of bones on the sands below.

But it was great anyway. Sand. Not junk, not metal, not some greasy liquid that got everywhere in her joints... SAND. Sure, she'd be complaining about the grinding grains in her bones later, but right now it was something new, something great, something better.

But it paled in comparison to the settlement they saw in front of them. It was built into an aircraft carrier that had been abandoned long ago. The massive sideways ship had been cannibalized of everything except the framework that gave it its structure, and even that had been used as the base to build the city. Buildings nearer to the carrier itself were made of bent metal, but most others were made out of stone or wood with a smattering of outer buildings that may have been made from junkyard supplies.

As Sigrun re-affixed her bones together, she noticed something odd. She recognized that type of aircraft carrier. She'd seen it in history books. Weird.

Who cared, though? It was civilization! She finished re-assembling herself and charged forward, not slowing down for Forge or the flower to catch up. She barreled right up to the front gates, feeling as though she was grinning. "Helooo-!"

One of the guards atop the city wall shot an arrow into her eye socket.

"Wh - hey! Why'd you do th-" An arrow launched into another eye socket. "This makes it hard to see, you know!"

"That's the idea, necromantic filth!" The guard shouted.

"B-but I-"

"I am not letting an undead into Leviathan's Watch. I don't care how nice or reasonable you are, we have enough of a necromancer problem as it is. So go. Shoo. If you're part of some adventuring group, send the rest of them to the guild, you're not getting in."

Sigrun took a few steps back as Forge and the flower arrived.

"See? Like those two. I can let them in. An armored alicorn-"

"Unicorn," Forge corrected.

The guard didn't care. "And an unknown flower pony. See? No necromancy there."

Sigrun grunted. "We have to split up. They won't let me in."

Forge shook his head. "I will not go anywhere without y-"

"Yay! City!" The flower shouted, jumping through the gates.

"Someone has to go watch her," Sirgun pointed out. "Go on, I'll be fine."

With a terse nod, Forge galloped after the flower. "Get back here!"

"Who needs to get back here?" the flower called back.

"You!"

"Is my name You?"

"No!"

The conversation died off quickly, leaving Sigrun alone outside Leviathan's Watch's gates.

"So..." Sigrun said, hoofing the ground. "What's there out here for a skeletal girl for me to do?"

The guard glared at her. "I dunno. Dig yourself a grave and wait."

"I bet you don't get much conversation out here..."

"Are you trying to seduce me!?"

"Wh- no!" If Sigrun could have blushed, she would have. "I'm BORED!"

"Then feast your eyes upon the statue you missed in your rush to get here." He pointed behind her. She looked, half-expecting to find nothing. But instead, she found a silver statue of a muscled man with his hands in his coat pockets and his hat over his eyes. His coat was depicted as rippling in the wind, and a massive chain was slung over his shoulder.

"A... a human!?"

"Uh, yeah?" The guard cocked his head. "What, are humans legendary creatures where you come from or something?"

Not exactly...

"Humans? Legendary?" A new voice called, prompting Sigrun to look at another area of the wall. Sure enough, there was a human guard there, a woman. Though she had no armor or weapons. "How legendary do I look?"

"Ash..." the stallion guard sighed.

Ash grinned. "Come on, skeleton. How legendary do I look?"

Sigrun shrugged. "Not what I was expecting, to be honest."

Ash snapped her fingers and a spiritual thing projected from her body, taking a unique, yet bizarre shape. Sigrun recognized what it was instantly. A Stand.

Instinctually, Sigrun summoned Serket to her shoulder.

"Well well well..." Ash grinned. "This might be interesting..."

It appears Sigrun lost her accent mark last chapter. Huh. I didn't even notice.

Anyway, message received, I won't tell you anything specific the Entity did anymore. I'll just give you a general nudge. He did something to Yiyxa's cosmology that contradicts OM's second comment.

Author's Notes:

What is Ash's Stand?