It was not long until Arcana, Twilight, and Rarity had arrived at the train station in Canterlot. Twilight walked off with her one suitcase in hand at her side; Rarity, walked off the train with her luggage floating behind her, her veins were glowing with magic as she used her telekinesis spell; Arcana brought one suitcase as well, mostly containing clothes and the like.

“Ah, Canterlot, the true seat of the high class ponies.”, Rarity said in reminiscence of the time she spent in Canterlot where she met Fancy Pants.

“I still find it strange that the Princess would invite all of us here…”, Twilight spoke off-handed, more talking to herself than anyone.

Arcana did not speak, she simply started walking ahead of the others. They walked alongside her, not wanting to lose her.

Twilight was thinking over the events of the last few months, and remembering what she found in the library the last time she was there. ‘Is it really necessary to bring him back now…?’, Twilight thought to herself.

The three of them soon found themselves at the royal palace, many more guards than usual at attention.

Twilight felt a bit uneasy walking past the guards, feeling them watch her as she walked, yet remaining motionless like the stone walls themselves.

Rarity walked with confidence only found in the most proud of people. If one didn’t know any better, they would assume she was in charge.

Arcana kept her usual stare, the eyes that did not visualize, but they scanned everything, eyes that revealed a busy mind that constantly calculated with cold indifference.

As they walked up the stairs to the throne room, they looked to see Princess Celestia waiting for them. “Welcome, Twilight, Rarity…”, Celestia looked down to the little one before her, crouching down to Arcana’s eye level, “Arcana, my condolences on what happened to your father. He was a hero to us all.”, Celestia put a hand on Arcana’s shoulder and smiled.

“I do not require pity for my loss of a patriarchal figure. I will mourn in my own fashion.”, Arcana replied with her cold words, Celestia being forced to look at her quizzically.

“She sounds like quite a charmer.”, a young woman with pink hair and red-rimmed glasses walked over to the four of them.

“You…”, Twilight squinted, unsure if it was the same person as she was thinking.

“Oh, yes, how rude of me. I am Cura, the doctor that went with the team to the Dragon Lands about 6 years ago.”, she looked over to Rarity, “Did your leg heal up fine?”

Rarity shivered for a second, the memory of her leg making such a terrible crunching noise echoing through her mind, “Yes… It has…”

“How has War Heart been, has he adapted to being without wings yet?”, Cura asked, totally oblivious to the events of the Gala other than that Discord had changed all the ponies into humans.

Twilight and Rarity looked at each other, not sure if she was serious.

Twilight spoke first, “Um… Didn’t you hear?”

“Hear what…?”, Cura’s face turned to an expression of concern.

“He’s been dead for months… Discord killed him…”, Twilight’s tone was grave, she hated to be the one to tell her.

Cura’s eyes widened, then she lowered her head, feeling the guilt of just abandoning him when he was grounded and wingless. A tear welled up in her right eye, “I’m afraid I have some things to work on… If you’ll excuse me…”, Cura walked away, trying to pretend as if nothing were wrong.

Twilight turned to the Princess, “Is she still your doctor?”

“Yes, and since she is older now, she has become my advisor of health. She’s the head of every field of medicine.”, Celestia explained as she began walking, motioning for the other three to follow.

“The dear was about to tear up at the news, how did she not know?”, Rarity asked.

Celestia kept walking, “She was not present at the Gala, she didn’t give me a reason. Nobody ever really informed her of it, but she was also busy learning the anatomy of these new forms over the last few months.”, she explained to the others.

The four arrived at the room that Rarity, Twilight, and Arcana were going to be sleeping in. “This is the room, just call on one of the servants if you ever need assistance. For now I have to deal with my advisors. Goodbye.”, Celestia said as she walked away.

Rarity walked inside as she set her things on the largest bed in the room, as if reserving it for herself in silence.

Twilight walked in and sat on one of the other beds, unpacking her luggage which consisted of a few changes in clothes and some books.

Arcana went over to the bed and placed her suitcase on the smaller of the three beds before walking out of the room.

Twilight followed her as she left, “Where are you going?”, she asked, knowing she was responsible for Arcana.

“I am going to the Archives. I have much to learn…”, Arcana replied coldly.

“Why don’t you give yourself a break? Spend some time with us instead?”, Twilight suggested.

Arcana turned to Twilight, “Ms. Sparkle, as kind as your gesture is, I must decline. I desire to further my understanding of magic and other things.”

Twilight crossed her arms, now becoming curious, “What do you need so badly that you would need the Archives?”

Arcana kept stone-faced, “That is need-to-know basis, and I’m sorry to say, you don’t.”, she turned away before being stopped by Twilight.

“Arcana, I’m concerned… You never seemed at all phased by your Dad’s death… Are you trying to hide your feelings by pouring over books?”, Twilight asked her.

Arcana stopped for a moment, thinking over Twilight’s words, wondering if she was right. She turned to Twilight, now with an expression of slight frustration. She glared at her teacher coldly.

Twilight was somewhat startled at the glare coming from the young one, almost as intimidating as her father’s. “Sorry, go on, go study…”, Twilight said before waving her away.

Arcana returned to her blank expression and bowed to Twilight, “Thank you, Ms. Sparkle.”, she said politely before leaving to the archives.

Rarity was watching from the bed the ordeal between Twilight and Arcana, she shook her head, “She really needs someone to talk to… But apparently that isn’t you or me.”

“I wish she wouldn’t just see me as a teacher… I’m supposed to be looking after her, but she won’t stop being like… her… long enough to know that she doesn’t have to be as tough as War Heart.”, Twilight said after collapsing onto her bed.

“I suppose it’s out of hands, Twilight… Perhaps she needs more time before coming out of her shell…”, Rarity told Twilight as she put away all her spare clothes into drawers.

“I guess…”, Twilight replied with a sigh afterward, shaking her head at this mess.

Arcana walked into the Archives room, the door unlocked ahead of time by Celestia’s groundskeepers. She scanned the room over, noticing it was in a state of disrepair. “Now… I must begin my search…”, she said as she walked along the shelves of age-old tomes. She passed a dusty old book labelled, “Alchemy: Science and Magic”, Arcana read the title aloud to herself and began reading, intrigued by the idea of science and magic in coexistence. She walked about with the book, not paying attention to where she was walking. She tripped over what she assumed to be a book. She looked to where she tripped to see a peculiar-looking device made of steel. She examined it quizzically, “How queer…”, she said as she placed the book she was reading on the floor and picked up the contraption. “I wonder what this is…”, she pondered for a moment. Soon she decided to ignore it, she placed it against the wall of the Archives and continued reading, almost seeming obsessive with the acquirement of knowledge now that she had no time or patience for other matters. She continued to study in the Archives for three days straight, only coming out for the most basic requirements such as food and to go to the bathroom.

Celestia happened to be walking by the archives as Arcana was leaving to fetch some food. “Hello, Arcana, what are you doing?”, Celestia asked in a polite tone.

“I find myself in need of nourishment. I was leaving to acquire some.”, she replied to the Princess in her usual lifeless tone.

“Well, why don’t you join me? I was about to head to the dining hall for tea. I can have the servants bring you some too.”

Arcana pondered for a few seconds, “Very well, I shall join you. Thank you for the invitation.”, she bowed in a show of respect.

They walked together into the empty dining hall. Celestia took a seat at the head of the table. Arcana was about to sit on her right side before being interrupted by Celestia, “You may want to sit to my left, Luna usually sits there, and she is very protective of her place.”

Arcana nodded and walked behind the princess and sat down on her left.

Celestia poured herself some tea, “So, Arcana… Why did you want to have access to the archives again?”, the Princess asked while pouring.

“I wished to further my studies. Ms. Sparkle is an exemplary tutor, but lacked the necessary resources to teach me all I wanted to know.”, Arcana explained.

“Yes, Twilight has told me of your gift. She tells me you can mimic magic when you see it, is this true?”, Celestia asked while stirring sugar into her tea.

“Yes, this is true. Although, I must practice the spell after watching in order to perform it properly.”, Arcana poured herself some tea.

“That is a very impressive gift, would you like to learn a spell from me?”, Celestia asked.

Arcana nodded at her, setting down the pot of tea.

The princess rose her hand, a yellow energy glowing in her palm. “This is a ball of pure energy. It can be very dangerous if used wrong, but very handy for getting rid of things.”, the light dimmed and disappeared, Celestia returning to her cup of tea.

Arcana nodded again, working out the spell in her head for a moment. She rose her hand and closed her eyes, a few sparks of light fizzling in her palm before becoming a steady dim light, not nearly as bright as the princess’.

“Very impressive, especially for one so young.”, Celestia lightly applauded at the young one’s achievement of learning the new spell.

Arcana bowed her head, “Thank you, Princess.”

Celestia took a piece of cake in hand, “So, why don’t you tell me about yourself? You are going to be spending a lot of time in my palace, so I’d like to know more about you.”, Celestia took a small bite of cake, waiting for a response.

Arcana looked up from the table, “Well… My life has not been one teeming with adventure, like my father… I learned what I could from him, I did see him as one who was strong of character. He did have his moments where he would show he had weaknesses. I saw he had nightmares sometimes, but I never got to question him on what kind of nightmares they were. I asked Mother about this topic, only to find she didn’t know since he apparently never told anyone of it. I myself was born with a stigmatism, my eyes don’t function properly and I have to constantly wear glasses to see, my mother told me I kept walking into walls, when I was younger it was more severe.”

“How were your siblings?”, Celestia asked.

“My sister, Air Heart, was not very agreeable. She always strived to be the best but gloated when she was. She constantly bullied our young brother, without the knowledge of my parents, of course. I still don’t think they know. Black Heart was never one to fight back, or tell my parents what happened.”, Arcana took a sip from her cup, “I know many things… I just don’t feel like sharing them…”

Celestia nodded slowly then took another sip from her own cup.

Meanwhile, Dash was at home in Cloudsdale. She was laying down on her couch of clouds, not feeling like going anywhere once again. She was still trapped in her state of depression over what happened. She heard a knock at the door. She sighed as she got up and walked over there to open it.

Pinkie was right in front of the door in her balloon, “Hey, Dashie. You feeling okay?”, Pinkie asked

Dash slowly shook her head, looking at the floor, not being able to make eye contact with Pinkie and make her feel anything she was feeling.

Pinkie motioned for Dash to come closer, “Aw, come here, Dashie…”, Pinkie spoke in a comforting tone with arms spread.

Dash tried to hold back the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes. She walked towards her friend and received an embrace from Pinkie.

Pinkie patted Dash’s back, “It’s okay Dashie… You can cry in front of me…”

Dash felt tears run down her cheeks, her face was turning red from holding in the sobs. She wrapped her arms around Pinkie and let out her cries of sorrow.

Pinkie’s lip quivered, she herself didn’t want to cry, tears ran down her face as she patted Dashie’s back.

“I miss him, Pinkie… I just want him back…”, Dash said in between sobs.

“We all want him back…”, Pinkie said in a quiet tone, trying not to sob.

“If only I could have stopped him from fighting Discord… I could have stopped him if I was strong enough to wake up in time… I keep blaming myself for him being gone…”

Pinkie hugged a bit tighter, “Dashie, it wasn’t your fault at all… Nobody could have stopped this… We have to move on…”

“I don’t know how I can… He was so much to me… I keep seeing him… Almost every night I have nightmares of losing him over and over again…”, Dash sobbed more into Pinkie’s shoulder.

“Give it time, Dashie…”

“I just want it to end… The nightmares… The guilt… The crying… I want it to stop…”

Arcana walked back to her place in the archives. She closed the door and made sure nobody was inside with her, “At least I now have a spell to practice. Perhaps I shall use this to remove some refuse.”, she said to herself as she made the glowing energy appear in her hand. She stopped when she heard a knock on the door, startling her somewhat. She quickly opened the door a sliver to see Twilight.

“Arcana, are you okay in there?”, Twilight asked with concern, knowing she hadn’t returned to the room for three days.

“I am content, Ms. Sparkle. Thank you for your concern.”, Arcana nodded her head once before trying to close the door.

Twilight put her foot in the door, keeping Arcana from closing it, “Arcana, we’re worried about you… You didn’t act like this before, you’ve changed. I wanted you to see the doctor here in the palace.”

Arcana stopped for a moment, thinking over what Twilight just said, ‘Have I really changed so much…?’, she thought to herself, taking account of her behaviour. She backed away from the door and let Twilight inside.

Twilight stood in the doorway, looking at Arcana with a light smile, “I just want to help you, Arcana.”, she said as she opened her arms and knelt down for a hug.

Arcana froze for a moment. The idea of her father being gone rushing through her mind, all the memories she had with him slowly fading away and turning into anger, and then to sorrow. A tear rolled down her cheek as her posture slouched, putting on a display of hopelessness. She walked over to her teacher and was embraced by Twilight.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the Cura’s office…”, Twilight told Arcana before releasing her from the hug and walking away from the archives.

They arrived at the room that was Cura’s office. Twilight knocked on the large door to receive an immediate reply from within.

“Come in!”, Cura called out from her desk. She was examining some of the unusual reports from the clinics and hospitals from all over Equestria. She looked up to the door to see Twilight and Arcana walk in. “Hello, What can I help you with?”, Cura said in a sweet tone. She smiled at them as she closed the portfolio on her desk and slipped it away into a drawer.

Twilight rose an eyebrow, “Are you busy?”, she asked.

Cura shook her head, retaining her caring smile, “Never too busy to help someone who needs help in person. How can I help?”, she asked as she rested her head on her arm.

Twilight bit her lip before speaking, “Um, me and some others have been worrying about Arcana here.”, Twilight motioned to Arcana whilst speaking, “I think she might have some emotional issues… With her father dying.”

Cura’s expression turned to one of pity as she looked to Arcana, “I can try to help her, although it is probably best if you left her here with me.”, Cura explained to Twilight.

“Of course, anything you say, Doctor.”, Twilight replied, having confidence in Cura’s abilities.

“I will also need to speak to you afterwards.”, Cura adjusted her glasses as she spoke.

Twilight nodded and then left the room, “When should I come back?”

“I’ll send her to fetch you when we’re finished.”, Cura replied before waving goodbye to Twilight.

Twilight exited the room and gently closed the door behind her, heading back to her bedroom in the Palace.

Cura smiled at Arcana, “So… What’s your name?”, she said as she pulled out a note pad and pen, her veins glowing a pale blue as they levitated and readied themselves to write down notes. She walked over to her chair, motioning for Arcana to sit on the couch that was across from the chair.

Arcana walked over to the couch and sat down, “My name is Arcana Heart.”

“I’m guessing War Heart was your father then?”, Cura asked, expecting she was correct.

Arcana nodded, “That is correct, and Rainbow Dash is my mother.”

The pen scribbled the information onto the paper by use of Cura’s magic. “Okay, now why don’t we just have a little chat about the relationship between you and your dad. Any problems between you and him?”

Arcana shook her head, “He was an acceptable patriarchal figure.”

“How about you explain with more detail what that means?”

“He never lost his temper with me or my siblings, even when Air Heart, my younger sister, was misbehaving in such extreme manners, such as breaking things in the house by flying about inside.”

“Anything specific in memory you have in mind with your dad?”, Cura continued to scribble down notes.

“I do remember the one time when I was only one year old. I mentioned I wanted to know what it was like to fly. He picked me up and took flight to show me the clouds, it was then I realized that I was afraid of heights. It had frightened me enough that I had a nightmare that night, my mother was gone at the time, she was in the hospital with Air Heart just being born. He heard me tossing and turning in my sleep, and slept next to me to let me know that I was safe. He draped his wing over me as I slept. I felt… safe from everything. I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”, Arcana laid down on the couch.

Cura was nodding slowly while scribbling down more notes, “So… What would you say if I thought you stopped showing emotion to protect yourself from others? Your father not being there to protect you anymore makes you afraid to open up to anyone? Are you afraid to get hurt, Arcana?”

“I have a healthy sense of self-preservation. I do not enjoy the feeling of pain… It is… unpleasant.”, Cura replied.

“I mean emotionally, you need to know it is okay for you to miss your father. You are so young, nobody expects you to just shrug off his death. Feel free to share your feelings about his passing to your friends, or family.”, Cura explained.

Arcana paused for a moment, thinking over how she has been behaving, and how changing could be for the best, allowing her to let out some feeling.

“If you keep it bottled up, it will only eat away at you, Arcana. If you let it out, you’ll be better off in the end.”, Cura smiled at Arcana.

Arcana sat up, “I feel… Angry… More than anything.”

Cura looked at her quizzically, “Angry?”

“I know my father was murdered… I only wish the destruction of the one who murdered him…”, Arcana clenched her fists, her veins starting to glow as magic pulsed through her. A tear streaming down her face, “How dare they take my father from me…”

“Arcana, take a deep breath, you need to calm down.”

Arcana sighed as she returned to normal, “I apologise for that… I just… I don’t know…”

“It’s fine, Arcana, you made a lot of progress today. You’re starting to open up, which is good.”, Cura said as she closed her notebook and returned it and the pen to her desk, “Now you should probably go get some rest, you look tired. Also, tell your friend to come see me, okay?”

Arcana nodded and stood up, “Thank you… Cura.”

“Anytime, Arcana, drop by whenever you feeling like talking some more.”, Cura waved as she returned to her desk and looked through the medical reports she was examining before.

Arcana left the room and walked back towards the room she was supposed to be sleeping, but hadn’t in the last three days.

Cura poured over the reports, “This doesn’t make sense… Is this just a hiccup with their examinations? Is there a disease breaking out…? It says their skin is colder than normal but their behaviour is otherwise normal… Strange things happening…”, Cura was interrupted after a few minutes by a knock at the door, “Come in!”, she shouted to the door, allowing Twilight to enter. Cura closed her files and motioned for Twilight to take a seat in front of her desk.

Twilight sat in front of Cura, “Is anything wrong with Arcana?”

“She just needed help realizing that she can’t bottle up her feelings. She should be acting a bit more open to you and others. How was she before the passing of War Heart?”, Cura asked.

“Well, she wasn’t always so cold, she was very well spoken with a wide vocabulary, but never talked with so little feeling before.”

“I also remember her saying that War Heart had wings… Was this true?”

“It was true, he had his wings.”, Twilight nodded.

“… When I finished operating on him, his wings were gone… Someone had removed them surgically, I left before he woke, I didn’t want to see him like that. I now regret it, and I guess I will never have a way to make up for it…”

“I saw him when he did wake up, he was crushed… mostly for what happened to his first girlfriend.”

“What happened?”

“She didn’t wait very long after he disappeared to find a new guy. She had a child by the time he returned… I felt so bad for him.”

“I’m sensing you were closer than friends…?”, Cura raised an eyebrow at Twilight.

Twilight blushed somewhat, “Um… no…”, Twilight looked down in disappointment, “I tried to tell him how I felt, but I think he misunderstood what I meant now that I think about it. When Dash and him become a pair, I couldn’t bring myself to try and split them apart for my sake…”

“Well, can’t win everything.”

“I spent almost three years working to bring him back… Almost the entire time I had hope I could bring him back into my life… Dash didn’t take interest until he returned. I guess I must have waited too long to tell him…”, Twilight shrugged, “I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry about it… If you’ll excuse me, I have some reports to look over and file away.”

Twilight stood up and walked towards the door, opening it and looking back to Cura, “Thank you.”, Twilight smiled slightly.

Cura waved to her from her desk, “Anytime.”

Twilight closed the door and walked back towards her room. She kept thinking about War Heart and the feelings she had for him back then. She kept thinking about what could have been. How Arcana could have been her child, how she could have been War Heart’s love. She smiled at the idea, but soon snapped back to the cold reality of her life. She sighed as she walked through the halls of the palace. She soon arrived at her room to hear voices within. She opened the door to see Rarity talking to Arcana.

“Hello, Ms. Sparkle.”, Arcana smiled slightly as she spoke.

Twilight was glad to see Arcana smiling, but not sure if she was sincerely smiling or just putting on a face to make everypony else stop worrying. It seemed to work on Rarity, “The doctor said you’ll be fine. In case you’re wondering.”

“Excellent, I was unsure of my results.”, Arcana replied.

Rarity spoke up, “I was just telling Arcana about my time around Canterlot today. She was about to show me a spell she learned from the princess.”, Rarity was laying on the bed, her arm holding up her head as she looked at Arcana.

Arcana’s veins were glowing as she summoned the small ball of energy into her palm, “I don’t have it at a functional state yet, she only showed it to me briefly, and I had no chance to practice it yet.”

Twilight smiled, “That is still impressive that you learn it so quickly.”

Rarity lightly applauded, “My dear, you truly are a wonder with magic.”

Arcana bowed her head, “Thank you, Thank you both.”, Arcana yawned, having slept little in the last few days. “I believe I shall retire for the night, I have not met the recommended amount of sleep as of late. Good night.”, Arcana said as she slid under her covers, closing her eyes.

“Good night, Arcana.”, Twilight spoke from across the room.

“Night, Dear.”, Rarity said as she turned to Twilight, “She seems to be acting better.”, Rarity whispered to Twilight.

Twilight nodded as she climbed into her own bed.

Rarity slid under her covers, “Night, Twilight.”, she said as she put on her sleeping mask.

“Night, Rarity.”, Twilight replied as she laid her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep.

Twilight awoke to see Arcana and Rarity still asleep. She turned to the window to see the sunrise, a sight to behold. She got out of bed and walked outside, taking in the fresh morning air. She began to think about all that may happen today. She decided she should go for a walk through town, see it for what it was without all the commotion. She moved out into the streets of Canterlot, admiring all the buildings.

“Good morning.”, a voice hailed her from behind.

Twilight stopped and turned towards the voice, seeing a man with dirty blonde hair, “Oh, Good morning.”, she smiled politely.

“Come out to admire the face of the city without its people?”, he continued.

“I don’t really enjoy the crowds of people, it’s just too much to handle.”

“I know what you mean, where I come from, there are little to no people walking the streets.”

“It sounds peaceful where you come from.”

“It is now, before it was just buzzing with activity.”

“Such an odd transition, isn’t it?”

“I saw it was happening, a large winged one saw to that.”

“Are you talking about War Heart?”

“So you know him?”

“I worked with him for a while. He saw that what I needed was done.”

“It’s a shame he is gone…”

The stranger paused for a moment, “… What?”

“I’m sorry if nobody told you… he was killed by Discord.”

“… I was never informed…”

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news…”

“It is fine, I must go now…”, the stranger began to walk away.

“Goodbye.”, Twilight walked in the opposite direction, continuing her walk in the streets of Canterlot.

The stranger headed down an alley to a manhole to the sewers, he climbed down and covered the manhole once more. He navigated through the catacombs and came upon a room of stone masonry. “He’s Dead!”, the stranger screamed as he walked over to a table and flipped it over in rage.

Discord popped into view, “You don’t say? Any other details you wish to share? Maybe who’s birthday it is.”, Discord mocked the man.

“You killed him! I wasn’t finished with him yet! He wasn’t ready! The entire land wasn’t ready!”, The stranger shouted at Discord.

“Now listen here, I said I wouldn’t interfere beyond that night, and I didn’t. I didn’t kill him. Obviously you didn’t account for Tia doing anything. She has always been a peaceful ruler until her subjects show resistance. Then she becomes cruel and heartless, it is such fun to watch.”

“We needed War Heart, he was vital for the plans I had for this land… It seems I will need to find a replacement…”, The stranger leaned against the overturned table.

“Well, you better find one soon, not many will be able to overthrow Tia in time.”

“What do you mean ‘In time’?”, The stranger turned to Discord with a look of suspicion.

“That would be telling, and I do hate tattle-tails.”, Discord smirked as he popped out of existence in front of the stranger.

“Dammit… It seems there is a darker side to their ruler here… Looks like this land isn’t all rainbows and friendship after all…”

Arcana woke to see Twilight was gone, “It seems I have overslept…”, she said to herself as she rose from her bed. She walked outside and sought out one of the servants, asking them where she could practice magic. The servant led her to a room that was poorly decorated and covered in the marks of past castings of offensive magic. The servant showed her the room and left her to her practice. Arcana lit up the spell Celestia showed her, the orb of energy glowing in her hand for a moment before she thrust her hand forwards, releasing the orb only to have it float lazily a few feet before vanishing into nothing, “It seems I will need some practice with this one…”, she whispered to herself as she tried again.

Cura had been awake in her office since dawn, reviewing the medical reports from towns throughout Equestria. She slammed her head on her desk, “I can’t figure it out, what do these symptoms mean? If I had one that was afflicted here I could easily figure it out… But ‘you are my royal advisor, and my doctor, you must be here in the event of a disaster’.”, she said to herself in a mocking tone. She leaned back into her chair, “I miss being able to leave when I wished to, a shame I didn’t take the opportunity more often.”, she spoke to herself, reminiscing on her adventures in the Dragon Lands six years ago.

Back in Ponyville, a man with short coal-coloured hair walked the streets, he took in his surroundings as he walked. He saw something in the sky and turned to it to get a better look, he witnessed Rainbow Dash soaring through the air, heading to a mountain top nearby, “There you are…”, he whispered to himself as he took account of where Dash landed. He continued walking towards the mountain eventually reaching it. He stood at the base of it and looked up to behold its massive form, “This will take a while…”, he said before rubbing his hands together and began climbing. It was hours before he reached the top. He stood on the peak as he beheld a patch of grass on the peak, a large stone with a round shield with a sword behind it carved into it. He walked over to the stone and smirked. He knelt on the grave and put his hand on the grave, a pale green magic pulsed through his veins for a moment before dimming. “When it is time, you will do great things once more…”, he whispered as he began climbing down the mountain again.