As I started down the steps I began to clear my mind. Game logic told me that things would only get harder the further I went and the cut on my face reminded me that my life was endanger ever step of the way. I did what I could to break my random thought patterns and force them into a prison in my mind. They would be my death if I was not careful.

I stood and closed my eyes, focusing on my surroundings. I could hear drips of water and feel a faint breeze brush against me. Even when fear gripped me I managed to find peace deep within the cave. I couldn't really call it a cave anymore, this place had been dug out and structures littered the area. "I'm a gravedigger that's gone way over his head." I thought.

I took a moment to listen to the surrounding whispers. Though I could not understand the words they spoke, I could make out what sounded like a debate between themselves. One whisper would sound then another word reply. Sometimes a whisper would sound and was quickly followed by an uproar of whispers.

In my moment of peace I did what I enjoyed most, sing. I did not sing a known song or rhythm but rather sang what came to mind. My was deep and softly echo'd through out the tomb. The world seemed to fall silent as I sang my song. Tears came to my eyes as I sang. A final realization off all I had left behind came out in my song and only the regret filled dead could hear me sing.

I felt as if the spirits of the dead were pouring there own regrets and sorrow into my song and listened as the whispers  started to fade. Through me the voices of many sounded but not a world was spoken. It was a amazing yet painful feeling as I sang the last of my song.

I hoped my eyes and sat there in silence. I felt as if the sorrow and regret of the had been cast down on me only to be given back to the world with a peaceful undertone. I no longer heard whispers and the feel of the tomb had changed, no longer did I fear the dark or what lie within it. "Its time to complete what I started." I thought.

With a new found confidence I continued forward. I really didn't understand to well what just happened but it felt as if I had done something right for once. It was an overpowering feeling that drove me forward. "This one time, I helped others without regret or mistake." I said quietly. I could have been completely wrong but it didn't matter to me, I now had the motivation to continue without break of thought or doubt.

I exited the staircase and found myself in a new corridor. As I walked through it the walls grew further and further apart. eventually made my way to the end of the corridor and found myself standing in front of two massive doors. There was cracks in the door and through them I found see light coming from the other side of the doors.

I tried to push the doors open but with no success. "Damn... Just when you think your ready to go on, something decides to stand in your way." I thought as I tried to pull it open. The doors would not move no matter what I did. I gave up on trying to move the doors by brute force and looked around.

"Maybe I can find a lever or something like that." I thought whilst I scanned the area for anything that could be used to open the doors. "You'd assume there would be some kind of device to open up the doors." I checked the walls but found nothing. My eyes turned to the ground. I noticed something shine as the light of my gloves passed over it. I felt the ground rumble and looked at the doors.

The sound of chains moving filled the air as the door were slowly pulled open. "Well that works." I said before making a few steps towards the door. I was momentarily blinded as the light from the other side of the doors shined in. I rubbed me eyes as they got used to the light. I was met with an amazing sight as I walked through the door.

Massive pillars held up the roof of a room that matched the size of the Horgr cave. The only difference was how smooth the walls and roof on the room was. The entire room had been dug out making this on of the largest structures I had ever seen. There were buildings everywhere and the entire room was lighten up jewels that scattered the tomb.

What made it even more amazing was that the jewels weren't given off light but bouncing it of some outside light source creating beams of light that jumped from jewel to jewel. "Wow...." Was all I could say. I was having a hard time believing what I was looking at. It must have taken years to crave thing place out but to keep it looking like this, without damage for such a long time seemed impossible.

I didn't know where to start. The probability of there being zombies in here was extremely high and I could hear footsteps echo through out the room. Originally I had came in hear to test me skills but now I had no idea what to do. A odd feeling cave over me driving me to move forward. "I guess I should do what I came here for and fight some zombies." I thought as I wandered through the underground city.

I listened for the nearest footsteps and followed, keeping my eyes on the buildings just in case I got ambushed. I caught up to the footsteps and found a small group of viking zombies. There was one difference between this group and the groups from before.

In the lead of the zombies was a zombie wearing large metal armor and a glove that resembled my own. The smart thing to do would be to attack stealthy but an odd feeling of honor came over me, driving me to confront the zombies head on instead of using dirty tactics though one could consider Frostbite to be a pretty dirty tactic on its own.

I walked out onto the street in front of the zombies which immediately pulled there attention to me but instead of getting a arrogant or tactical response, the zombies simply stared at me. One of the zombies drew its sword but its leader halted it. The zombie looked at me then his leader in confusion before saying something.

The leader replied and the zombie sheathed its blade. I didn't really understand what was going on but tried to keep a straight face. The leader then shouted out something, it didn't sound aggressive and was not directed at me but it didn't stop me from feeling worried.

We stood there for quite awhile. More zombie groups came up and I was soon surrounded by a mass of zombies. I quickly noticed that there was no toga zombies, just viking and armored zombies. No aggression was directed towards me but a few zombies were arguing. It was between the first armored zombie and a few viking zombies.

The argument quickly turned nasty as one of the viking zombie drew its sword. It yelled something before swinging its sword at the armored zombie. The opposing zombies quickly follow at started attacking the armored zombie. The armored zombie easily blocked the incoming attacks and began to strike back.

It grabbed one of the viking zombies sword with its gloved hand and the stone began to glow a fiery red. At that moment the viking zombies hand started to burn up. It let go of its sword and grasped what was now a stump on its arm. The armored zombie then drew a massive scimitar from its sheath and struck down chopping the zombie in two. The armored zombie then continued to chop and burn up the apposing zombie. You could consider it the zombifed version of a slaughter which made me happy that I had not come across one of those armored zombies before this.

One of the apposing zombie vikings broke from the group and dashed at me. The armored zombie noticed it and faced its hand at the zombie viking. A bolt of fire shot out of its hand hitting the viking zombie in the back. It continued to run for a moment before falling down right in front of me. It tried to strike at me with its sword but I simply stomped on its head and stopped it.

The armored zombie finished of the last of the rebellious zombies in a rather gruesome matter before looking back at me. I gave a thankful nod and once again we were left in a rather awkward situation. At least they didn't want me dead... yet.

All of a sudden all the zombie brought there arms and legs right up next to each other and set the left hands on there chest. I looked around see just why they did this and quickly noticed why. In the distance I could see a new group of zombies coming. It was a large group of armored zombies following what could only be described as there king.

As the group came closer I was able to get a far better look of the king zombie. It wore an amazing black toga rimmed with a red outlining. Its arms and legs were covered by armor that had been covered in different color gems. It wore a ring on each hand and atop its head sat and broken crown. The crown was cracked and there were gems missing from its base.

The group stopped a distance away from me and examined me. The situation got weirder as the got down on a knee and bowed to me. Think about it, a king bowing down to a 16 year boy. That seems wrong on so many different levels. Showing so respect of my own I saluted the zombie king as he rose.

He then shouted something. A new zombie appeared wearing the basic toga popped up out of the group holding a large sword. The king shouted something else and the toga zombie quickly walked up to me with the other sword in hand.

It knelt down and handed me the sword. At first I didn't really know how to react and we ended up standing there for a quick moment without response. I eventually picked up the sword and the toga zombie retreated back into the crowd. The sword was heavy but nothing I could handle, though I did need two hands to hold it correctly.

One last time the king zombie shouted something and and the rest of the zombie repeated it. It was quite a sight to watch a bunch of warrior zombies shout the same word simultaneously but it was short lived as a new zombie broke out from the main group.

Out of the group came what I assumed was a zombie covered in armor. It held a sword about twice the size of mine and on its shoulders sat two large red stones. I felt a massive heat coming off of it as it came closer. I started pulsing my own aura to counteract the massive heatwave. I really didn't see much point in prepared to fight considering what I was up against. I doubted that I was going to win against such an opponent but it didn't mean I was going to simple give up.

I lifted my sword in a ready stance and prepared for the fight to come. The armored zombie stopped at me and bowed slightly before getting in its own fighting stance. We stood there for a moment waiting for the other to make a move. The champion zombie was the first to make a move as it quickly closed the small distance between me and it and struck down.

I sidestepped avoiding the attack but its seem that was not enough as the zombie quick swung upwards. I managed to block the attack but the recoil knocked me back a couple steps. It may be covered in armor but it was fast. The zombie proceeded to attack me rapidly pushing me back. Holding the sword in my hands didn't really help considering it removed my ability to strike back.

I did the sane thing and quickly dropped the sword as the zombie struck at it. This unexpected event surprised the zombie and threw it of balance just long enough for me to make some distance between me at it. I drew my daggers and got up into a boxers stance. It was not exactly the best stance to be in but it felt natural.

I expected the zombie to rush back up to me but instead it turn to me and prepare to strike the air. I was left in yet another moment of confusion but it was quickly broken as the zombies shoulder gems began to glow a deep red. The zombie struck down sending a burst of flames flying at me. I cast a Blastshield right before the fire impacted causing an explosion.

Though the blast hurt like hell it gave me an idea. Consider the heat that thing was giving off, all I needed to do was get close and ramp up my Frozen aura to max level. The sudden shift in temperature could be enough to do some massive damage to the armor and the zombie with in. It was either that or stabby stabby with my daggers though I doubt that that would do to much.

As the steam dissipated I dashed at the zombie. It followed suit and raised its sword getting to strike as I got in its range. During my final steps towards it I pulsed deep and fast. The zombie struck down but as it did it slowly moved slower and slower allowing me to dodge the attack. Cracks began to form around as I passed by it.

I started to feel dizzy and stopped running. My stomach was killing me and my vision went blurry. I quickly did what I could to come back to focus and turned around. The champion zombie was taking off piece of its armor. It removed its helmet which aloud me to confirm that is was a zombie. It had a angry and surprised look on its face.

I rushed back at it whilst it removed its armor and tried to stab it in the back. I zombie quickly threw up its hand and grabbed my arm. It lifted me up of the ground and removed its helmet. I stared straight into my eyes. Its own eyes started to glow and my It felt as if my hand was catching on fire. I dropped me dangers and grabbed its head. I began pulsing with all my focus.

The air started beating away from us as we pulsing our energy. Sparks started coming of the zombie whilst snowflakes came off me. The pain in my air was excruciating which only made me wonder how much pain the zombie was in, if zombie could feel pain. What seemed like an eternity passed as our energies battle each other. Our stare never broke as the last moments of the fight ended.

I no longer felt heat coming from the zombie as frost began to cover its face. It grip weakened and I was able to wiggle free. My arm hurt like hell, which was a good sign. I meant I hadn't taken to much damage to my nerves, or at least I thought it didn't.

The zombie slowly turned its head to me and bowed ever so slightly before falling to the ground. I saluted the zombie respectfully. It fought valiantly and the only reason I won was because of the magic of science.

A group of toga zombies came out no where holding a stone slab. They lifted up the body of there fallen champion and gently set the body on the stone slab. They sang as they brought the body away. It was not a sad song but rather a joyful song, honoring there ally instead of feeling sorrow. I respected this trait of there culture. If I were to die, this would be the way I would want my funeral to be held, with joy and stone slabs honoring my life.

It was at this moment that I realized just how weak I felt. I fell to my knees and rubbed my arm. It had the hand of the zombie champion burned deep into my skin and would probably leave a scar. An immortal reminder of my actions. The burning feeling was leaving a but it still stung to touch my arm.

A new group of zombies walked up to me. As I was able to get a good look at them I no longer saw them as zombies but skeletons. There missing flesh and deep pits instead of eyes spooked me for a moment but I soon remembered the weird dreams I had. The skeletons wore the same dark cloaks as the one from my dream.

They circled me and all pulled books from the cloaks. Shadows began to swell around us but it was not scary. Instead it gave me the same feeling I had when I sang on the steps, a peaceful yet heavy feeling.  A figure walked through the shadows and started to sing. I couldn't believe my ears, it began singing the exact song I had though I had to admit it sang it far better then I. One by one the skeletons sang along, not that I know how in the world they did it.

My vision began to fade as they sang. Images started to appear in my mind. Images of sorrow and joy filled my mind. Some where mine but I found many were of others. Images of battles appeared, fights between man, fights between dragons, some many images appeared in my head as they sang my song. My conscious began to fade as the images pasted.

I closed my eyes and felt as the song flowed through my body. I started to see images of my old home, my old friends my family, I even saw old memories of my dad as we enjoyed ourselves during one of my moms delicious meals. Tears came to my eyes but I didn't feel sad at what I had lost. I felt happy about the life I lead and was looking forward to what was to come.

It was at this moment that I completely lost conscious but the images kept coming. I no longer felt the world around me as the song ended and I drifted away from reality.

I awoke with an odd feeling. It seems I had been crying in my sleep. I had remembered everything that had happened until I fell asleep. My eyes slowly opened and I did what I could to look around. I felt weak but it wasn't enough to keep me from sitting up.

I found myself laying up against a tree in the forest. "Damn... Today was weird as hell." I said quietly. "Huh?" Is heard something say close by. I looked around and noticed a very familiar pony sitting close by. There sat Longtrot, the blue little pony that had managed to find me. You couldn't imagine how happy I was to see the little pony again.

Though I enjoyed being alone this whole adventure had been the longest time I had been away from a familiar face, zombies don't count. I felt more tears bubbling up and started to cry once more. "Whats wrong with him?" A different voice said. I turned my head only to notice the god pony with a fedora sitting up against a tree. "I don't know, hes been like this since I found him." Longtrot replied.

"I wonder what happened to him." The fedora pony said looking at the burn mark on my arm. I really wanted to tell them everything that had happened but decided to keep my mouth shut. I felt overjoyed to here the understandable voices of two ponies conversing and did everything I could not to join in.

Longtrot walked up to me and sat next to me. I wiped the last of my tears away and smiled warmly at her. "Well I happy to have him back." Longtrot said returning the smile. If I didn't feel I crab I swear I could give her a big, bone breaking hug but to her luck, there would be no bone breaking hugs for today.

I looked up to try and look at the sky but the crown of the forest blocked any view of the sky. It made me wonder how it could even be this light when the sun didn't get a chance to shine through. I reached into my pocket to grab my Ipod but found the a necklace instead, it was the necklace I had taken from the toga zombie.

I set it down next to me and check my other pocket. To my horror my Ipod was missing. I stood up and frantically check ever pocket I had. "I think you should give Gunnar his thing back." Longtrot said as she realized my panic. The fedora pony picked up something of the ground and walked up to me. I looked at it as a relieving feeling came over me.

"Thank goodness." I thought and I removed my Ipod from the fedora ponies mouth. I whiled of the pony saliva and checked the time. "6:30pm, damn how long have I been out?" I thought to myself. I looked around for my bag and realized that it had been up against the tree that the fedora pony had been leaning against.

I felt mixed emotions as I walked up to it. The notes I had made littered the ground. I quickly put them all in the bag and found the shoulder guard that I had brought with me. Doing the only sane thing that came to mind, I tried the shoulder guard on. It was almost a perfect fit. A tad bit big for my taste but aside from that I worked.

I took it off and sat back down. The original reason why I wanted the bag was for the devourables the lay within it. Though the mixed fruits had been bruised from my resent fights I was hungry enough to eat and enjoy them anyways. "You think we should ask him now?" One of the ponies said out of the blue.

"I don't know, lets wait until hes done eating." the other said. I turned around and gave them a confused look. The realization hit me like a boulder "Oh great, there goes all my big secret. Given away by my one act of intelligence." I thought as I finished the last of the food in my bag. I was far more hungry that I expected and to find the bag empty of remain food only reminded me of how hungry I was.

I sat back down next to Longtrot and awaited the question of relieved secrets. I gave Longtrot and impatient look and she sighed. "Okay, I guess its time." She said. The fedora pony walked up to us and sat on the other side of me.

"Can you...... understand us?" Longtrot asked. I simply nodded.

"Can you speak Equestrian?" She continued. I sighed and waited a moment to think up a extremely confusing response. If I was going to tell on of my biggest secrets to date, I might as well confuse the hell out of someone whilst I do it.

"No, I can not speak Equestrian, however I can indeed speak English which sounds rather alike if I say so myself. In fact, they sound more alike that British and American English. Which has its pros and cons, not that I mind all that much. But the real question is do pirates speak English? I mean can one really consider 'Yar, I be stealin ye booty and eatin yah cabbages.' English? I guess you can consider it a form of English but its is debatable whether or not you could consider is Equestrian.

Seeing as in how pirates are secretly demonic overlords here to take away all the we love and you are not, I doubt that you would consider *Pirate* a form of Equestria even when Minecraft and Facebook think otherwise. Come to think of it, can I get sued for referring to those things in an alternate dimension. For that matter, is this even a alternate dimension. I mean human zombies living in tombs in the middle of the forest sounds very earth-like to me but once again there is always room to debate whether or not that holds any value to the situation at hand.... So, any further questions?"

I had just rambled a very random and yet partially made some form of sense. The ponies just started at me with faces as if I had just broken there mind. "What.......?" The fedora pony asked. "It comes to my attention that you did not understand a single word I just spoke. Shall I repeat or do you think you can piece it together?" I asked.

"Please no." Longtrot said regretting the question she had just asked. "Your worse than Pinkie Pie."

"Oh you mean that pony that stole my last root beer during my in mind party. Come to think of it, when will I be getting my root beer back. One would assume that she would have it by now but maybe shes just late..... or laaaazzzy."

I suddenly felt very very tired and closed my eyes. "Welp, I'm tired. Good night Longtrot, Good night thunder god pony thor of the fedora branch. Cya when I wake up." And with that I fell asleep, leaving two very confused ponies in my wake.

[Damn this chapter was all kinds of wrong. I actually cried when writing this chapter. Hidden sorrow be damned! Anyways I hope you liked the chapter because I spent all day working on it and now my eyes hurt. It seems another random streak is incoming to be prepared. Of course it might pass before I start working on the new chapter but now that my character is talking to others, there will defiantly be more random that can only be described as *Gunnar Logic*. Good night everypony/body.]     

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