The two foals rolled around everywhere in the yard, the sounds of screaming crawling along the walls of the castle. Luna had helped the guards back to their senses, but she wasn't prepared for what she was going to see. Two tiny foals actually fighting...well...it seemed more likely that Aethul wanted the other dead, and if the princess didn't know any better, she was sure that her little colt was crying as he punched the other.

"By the Creator, stop that demon foal!" the mother cried out.

She was rather scrawny in appearance and, opposed to her son's rat-esque appearance, still looked rather elegant with her cyan colored body and green eyes accompanied by a fading red mane and tail.

"Demon foal?!" Luna shouted in horror."That 'demon foal' is my son!" she stared down the mare who stared back, sourly.

"I don't c-care, princess."her anger and conviction were there, but their foundations were beginning to crumble through fear."He's hurting my little Scabby."

The guards snorted in humor, and the mother jolted her glare at them.

"I will stop this. Hold on."

Luna walked towards the dust pile and lit her horn, surrounding it in the soothing aura of the stars. However, as soon as she approched Aethulwulf, she could feel something strange coming from him. A feeling that shouldn't be coming from a foal his age, nor from a foal of the other's age either.

"Because of you, my whole family was destroyed and my nephew was sent to hell! Why didn't you listen to me when I told you not to do it in front of him?!"

"Because you think you're the only one who had problems? I was stuck in the mafia business because my family was held hostage. It was to keep me in the ranks instead of getting out and giving the chance for me to reveal everything we had done. I hold my word, but they didn't believe me, even after all I did for them."

"What?!"Aethul kept his right forehoof in the air, as if holding back another punch.

Scabby was severely brutalized, and his mother was about to faint, if it weren't for a guard slapping her awake.

"Enough! Aethul, what is the meaning of this?!" Luna literally stomped near the foals with such strength that she created a small earthquake in the yard. Her anger was unmatched, and it showed on her face.

The others around her just stared in disbelief. Didn't she know it was just a foal? One guard stepped forward and tried to dissuade the princess from persisting with this nonsense.

"Princess, it is just a foal. It doesn't know any better."

"Yes he does. I can sense something. He isn't what he seems." Luna glared at Aethul who just stared at the ground after recovering from the tremor.

"Answer me, Aethulwulf Lyall."

Scabby galopped back towards his mother who began to coo him in an annoying and ear-destroying manner. A long silence continued throughout the castle grounds as Luna stared at a teary Aethul. Did he answer? No. He just passed Luna with his head down and headed back towards her room. Luna's anger soon made way for pity and confusion as she saw the tiny foal simply move away without a word, silence being his companion.

It was night now, and the little foal had yet to eat anything. He was simply sleeping on Luna's bed, as sleep always frees one from the hazards of life. Luna's guards were on duty now, and only those half-way to death knew how dangerous, vigilant, and reactive these ones were. Aethul awoke on Luna's bed with an adorable, high pitched yawn. He wanted to get out and walk around for awhile just to have some time to think. This time, however, he knew how to open a door, and moved some boxes up to eachother to ensure his proper reaching of the handle. A quiet creak, a hanging on, and the job was done.
(Aethul transition)

It was really dark tonight. I don't recall ever leaving that room for the few days that I've been here. The moonlight going through the row of windows at the top of the wall really gave beautiful rays in these halls like pathways to Heaven. Though, I'm not here to appreciate the moonlight. I just need to...walk around. Doing so while avoiding those creepy guards wit' their bat wings was hard. I nearly got caught while wandering around near the stairs. I managed to hide in a suit of armor in time, and the weird stallion just walked around it, eyed it up and down, then did the same with the other, and finally gave up to walk into the corridor left of me. Perhaps this is just the rush I needed. I wonder if this is what my men had to do when they were sent for jobs. Come to think of it, they had families too. God only knows how much pain I endured when they died. I wonder why I was spared and they weren't.

These corridors felt really enormous, especially for my small stature. The mind of a child is easy to influence. My only comfort is that my soul is still the same. Soured, but still the same. The calm winds of the night rubbed against the walls outside, giving an eerie feeling akin to that of evil spirits following me. I was in a slightly wider corridor than the rest. It seemed to be filled with crystals and weird skeletons everywhere. One could say it looked "wizardesque", if that's even a word. Suddenly, everything went quiet. Literally. Not even the wind blew, nor did my breathing create enough sounds to roughle the water. I felt a cold chill run from the base of my spine to my head. With a gulp, I turned around to see some sort of ethereal white cloth swaying in front of me. I lift my eyes to see some sort of horrifying spirit. It was a banshee.

If I remembered correctly, these face-stretched cloth wearers were women who committed atrocities during their living and feared judgement after their deaths, so they remained in the ethereal plane.

"I hate foals."

I forgot that it looked more like those stupid ponies than a human. I simply frowned and brushed it off. As I flicked my hoof at its nose, it bared its teeth then let out an ear-destroying howl that broke apart all the windows around. The longer she screamed, the higher the pitch became. I clenched my ears in pain and slammed myself on the ground until I saw a bone roll across me. I assume that it broke off from one of the nearby skeletons. I took the chance of letting my ears resist the screams of this psycho-bitch and tossed it at her. I don't know how, but it seemed to destabilize her as it passed through. Heck, I even saw a bit of her get absorbed into it. I took this chance to flee in the opposite direction and ran right once out of this corridor. I had to get to the throne room where Luna was. I heard some armor clinking and rushing towards where the banshee was. I may have been hopping off the steps, but I turned around fast enough to hear another scream and watched three of the guards fly away. Man, these guys sucked.

Then that bitch rushed me. I was grabbed and thrown down the stairs, slamming hard onto the floor. I'm pretty sure she broke a bone or two because I couldn't move, but I couldn't feel anything. I just struggled to get closer towards Luna's spot. I was close, as the portrait depicting a stallion in an emerald armor was right on the wall in front of me. Even as I tried, I couldn't move. I was just grabbed and lifted in the air by this creature, who, despite being a horse-like creature, still had those bony, freezing cold hands. She laughed, her chilling breathe causing my breath to turn into mist as I breathed myself. Finally, I was face-to-face with her white, dead eyes, and I was shivering from lack of heat. Her voice felt like a blizzard's voice as it blew during the winter, and it sounded like wind too.

"I hate foals. Always whining and crying. Never amounting to anything. If I freeze you, then there'll be no difficulty in shattering your body afterwards. Eheheheh. NOW FREEZE TO DEATH!" she shouted as she clamped both hands around me.

I tried to struggle, but it was no use. I began to freeze indeed, ice coming from my belly and working its way around my body. What I didn't know, was that those weird yellow lines on my face began to flicker and glow brightly. The banshee loosened her grip on me as her face began to twist in confusion.

"What are you doing?"

The howls of wolves caused the castle to vibrate, and two wolves similar in appearance to the banshee blasted out from two windows above, raining sharp doom upon me, but I wasn't harmed. One of them protected me while the other snapped at the spirit's neck and shook her around like a toy. The one who protected me layed me gently on the ground and licked me a bit. It was ticklish, but disgustingly, it was warm. It began to snarl and bark all the same, its mist-like body flowing all ovver the floor. Both walked slowly as they growled, trying to encircle the evil spirit.

"Grmph. I don't know what you are, but you can't beat me!" she roared, her scream making the wolves clamp onto the ground with their claws and have their ears do the same on the sides of their head.

As the scream began to cause the stones to crack and destabilize, another howl, but much louder, made the castle shake even more, and this time, I heard many doors through the castle open up in quick succession, each slamming against the bricks behind them. The banshee found a massive hook clamped into her neck. I'm not sure if I saw this right, but what looked like an enormous tribal wolf, a werewolf, some would say, drag the spirit towards it. I couldn't distinguish its body aside from it being enormously bulky and its eyes glowing a bright, pearly white.

It dragged the the banshee towards it and, as she began to choke, crushed her neck, making her spirit explode and, as frightening as it may seem, some type of orange glow with the same misty-appearance started to glow underneath her, and like skinny arms grabbed her and dragged her into he pits where she belonged. The wolves reunited and stared at me, unable to intervene any longer. I felt cold, but I guess that's what happens when you're attacked by a banshee who tries to freeze you. The last thing I saw was that absent mare who stared at me, and the wolves having disappeared shortly before her arrival. Lights out.

(Narrator transition)
Rose Milk stared at the foal, then let her eyes stare upwards without moving her head. The werewolf's eyes stared back in return, and seemed to squint in order to indicate that it was watching her and warning her.

"Well, it seems we now know what you're magic is all about. It seems you have guardians. We'll keep this a secret between us." she told the unconcious stallion as she heaved him onto her back.

Everypony, including a tired Celestia who found herself tumble and roll to Rose's hooves, had arrived.

"Ow. I do not like to wake up so suddenly."Celestia moaned as she was hoisted back onto her hooves by Luna's night guards.

"Yeah. What be happenin' 'round here? I was dreamin' bout me home in the tropics 'n I was woken by some freaky screamin' 'mon. Sounded like me motha' when she ate too much sugah." Green Pepper complained while he wore his weird pyjamas of green, black, and yellow. Nopony knew what it represented.

"Where is Aethul?!" Luna shouted.

She KNEW he was in danger. She just didn't know how she knew, and this perplexed everypony around her. She gasped in horror at the sight.

"What happened?"

"He was attacked by a banshee." Rose answered almost inaudibly.

"Bring him to the medical wing immediately!"a guard shouted.

Luna began to interrogate Rose Milk on everything she knew. It wasn't normal, and even less possible, that a banshee manage to pass through the words placed everywhere in and around the castle. Investigations were needed.

It was day again, and Aethul was lying down in a white bed that smelled of medication. Around him there was a metal hangar where a cloth would be dragged to hide his bed, but it wasn't hear. Two windows on the wall let in all that beatiful light. Everything was white in this room, even the furniture and tiles on the wall, floor, and the ceiling?! He had stitches on his body, said parts of his body which were shaved. He was drowzy, and the sun light blinding him wasn't helping either. Luna had passed out from exhaustion and was sleeping at the foot of his bed, which had brought endearment from Celestia when she saw how devouted her sister was becoming. Even Luna's image was beginning to change. The words were slow and confusing, but they were taking effect.

As Lyall twisted himself to the right, he came face to face with the rat, and frowned in anger. The rat looked at him with conviction and said:

"I think it's time we discussed things together."