Karon clutched his stomach. It had started hurting a while ago from all the laughing. At the moment the laughter had trickled down to a steady giggling, but the threat of it returning was still there. He had nearly passed out from the difficulty of getting any new air in to his lungs, but it had not worried him.

He had just killed an entire pack of monster wolves, nothing could hurt him now.

Never mind the fact that he had instantly gone quiet when he thought he heard creaking in the bushes.

During the bouts of laughter the sky had managed to become darker and Karon realized that the semi-gloom that had shrouded the forest had actually been its version of daytime. So with a final piece of giggling he let go off his stomach and stood up, surveying the area.

Next to him was the remains of the alpha he had turned into a pile of unidentifiable mush, and it had already started to smell ... a lot. Of course, it was a little hard to distinguish between the sources of the decaying smell since there were dead wolves strewn around the entire area.

Most of the wolf corpses were intact, with the exception of one unlucky member of the pack who'd gotten both his front legs torn off.

“Must have gotten teamed up on.”

“Looks that way. So what do we do now?”

“Head back to the cave, what other choice do we have?”

“That might get complicated. If you haven't noticed we are more or less covered in blood, we will attract some unwanted attention unless we hurry.”

Karon looked down at his robe. It was hard to tell with it being crimson, but there were definitely a lot of darker spots on it. Not counting the small pieces of brain still clinging to it here and there.

He tried to brush them off with a disgusted look on his face. Once the heat of the moment passes, it's hard to look down on the clothes you're wearing and not feel a little sick when there's splattered brain all over it.

He winced when he put weight on his left ankle and bent down to examine it. Judging from the swelling it was definitely sprained but not broken, which was good news. Slayer of wolves or not, with both his left leg and arm wounded, he would be screaming helpless prey to whatever came across him.

Time to get moving.

Karon limped over as best he could to the wolf that had impaled itself on his spear. It easily dislodged from the beast's chest but it was drenched in blood making it slick and hard to hold. He put his sleeve over his hand and tried to hold on to it as tight as he could, it would be a very long and arduous walk back to the cave. He would need it for support.

He moved through the dense forest clumsily. Any sign of his previous stealth washed away by pain and fatigue. The thick blanket of mist offered him a little relief with its cooling touch, but it was far from enough. Now that the fight was over and the steady stream of adrenaline had gone with it, he could no longer ignore his injuries.

His left upper arm and shoulder had been ravaged by the alpha's fangs and a stab of pain went through him with every step he took. His breathing was getting raspier as the toll on his body increased with the distance he covered. Sweat covered his skin making the mist feel even colder than before.

To top it all off, it was becoming darker by the minute and Karon had difficulty making out the details around him, by sight in any case. His hearing was still clear despite the pounding in his head. The lack of proper sight and the pain made him very aware of all that he heard, something he was not happy about.

All around him there was the sound of creaking branches, snapping twigs and rustling of leaves. Often followed by the sniffing sound of an animal catching the scent of blood trailing after the wounded Karon.

But despite the sounds around him nothing happened. Plenty of hungry growls could be heard from time to time but the beasts remained out of sight, close by but out of sight. Even when he stumbled and fell down after failing to spot a large root nothing happened, no roar of triumph followed by swift death.

It was odd to say the least. The predators of the forest were there, and they knew he was wounded and vulnerable, so why wouldn't they attack him?

The clouded mind belonging to Karon pondered this in an attempt to distract himself.

“Why don't they kill me? I am, for the moment, the very idea of an easy kill.”

“I am not sure, I don't sense the forest or the dragons hand in this.”

“Whatever it is, let's just hope it lasts. It is not that far to the cave now and I don't want to die.”

He tried his utmost to quell his rising panic by distinctly not thinking about the thousand and one ways he could die during the last part on the way back to the safety of the dragons home. It was difficult, especially since he had to use the forests mind to guide his way back, but that also meant he not only sensed the right way but also all the creatures surrounding him, keeping him under constant watch with hungry eyes.

Cursing silently he increased his wobbling pace and continued onwards, passing by the dark shadows hiding his unseen audience. The sky above was clear of the usual dark grey clouds and was instead graced with an indigo heaven. No stars were visible, but a bright silver moon shone, it's waxing stage almost over.

He stepped out from a cluster of trees and almost walked into the black mountain, so skilfully hidden by the looming darkness of the forest night. Karon let out a sound of relief as he sensed that the stalking beasts would not come any closer to it. They knew what slept within it's depths and dared not disturb the dragon's sanctified sleep.  

Without the beasts to occupy a part of his mind, Karon's pain intensified and he grimaced as he walked up to the cave and stepped inside it. He felt his feet step on the hard stone floor, and the jolts going through his shoulder with each step worsened.

It was always the little things.

He moved on deeper into the mountain's hold and had to rely entirely on sense to guide him. It is hard to understand without experiencing for yourself, but there is an infinite difference between regular darkness and cave darkness.

But soon, his eyes picked up on the small golden light coming from the dragon's treasure. He walked up to the bend and rounded it. The dragon was still lying on his bed of all things shiny and precious. His body undisturbed and unmoved, as it had been for a long time. How long, Karon did not even try and guess. The forest had been in these parts for a thousand years. For all he knew the dragon had moved here with it.

“Thou has returned. I can smell the blood of thy slain enemies upon thee.”

“The wolves are dead, all of them. I have finished the task you put before me.”

“Thou speak the truth, and much did I learn from thy encounter with the beasts, but I spoke of a reward for the task and so shall it be.”

Karon felt something akin to a tidal wave sweep past him out towards the forest, it vanished only to appear again, this time heading into the cave. Its power focused upon a section of the floor in front of the still sleeping dragon.

There the corpses of the dead wolves materialized, with some exceptions. No fur or bone had come with it and the remaining collection of meat and organs had certainly not been smoking the last time Karon saw them.

He limped on over to the pile of roasted wolves and looked down on it. The smell was certainly enticing, especially since it had been so long since he last tasted meat.

No wait, it had barely been more than a week.

Time relativity, it felt like he had been in Equestria for an eternity already.

Karon dropped the spear and fell down on his knees before stretching out his right hand and touched the smoking meat of his fallen foes. It was warm, juicy and oh so appetizing.

He tore of a large chunk and shoved it in his mouth.

It tasted like victory. As he chewed the delicious meat, he imagined he could feel the wolf in it. Its life of hunting, killing and devouring, and now it had come full circle and the wolf was devoured by Karon. It was nature’s way.

Is just a happy surprise to find that wolves were so tasty. Or maybe it was just the fact that these wolves had tried to kill him that added to the flavour. Vengeance isn't to be served cold, it should be served at medium heat and with a sprinkle of salt.

“Do not forget to taste of their hearts, it is the centre of the body and it should not be wasted.”

That made Karon pause....

Their hearts? That was a strange notion, certainly not unheard of in hunter cultures but nothing Karon had ever tried before. But then again, he had done a lot of new things lately.

He squinted a little as he gently pressed his hand into the chest of the wolf and searched around, it would probably have been a lot harder had the ribcage still remained. But it didn't, and it was easy to find the heart and grip it tightly. It was a little disturbing that it had the same temperature and juicy texture as the meat.

He pulled out his hand and the heart with it, it was smaller than Karon had expected and a lot heavier despite it's roasted state. He held it up before his eyes and looked at it intently, there was nothing dangerous about eating it. But the thought was still ... strange.

He shrugged and brought it up to his lips, his teeth bit down on the heart and he began carefully eating it piece by piece. At first the bizarre situation made it hard for him to consider anything else than the fact that he was eating a heart.

But after the initial shock he found himself actually liking it, it tasted just as good as the meat had. Although it was a lot harder to chew.

After he was was done, Karon made a satisfied sound and patted his stomach and looked down on the pile of meat with a glint in his eyes. There was a lot left.

“Thou has yet to eat of all the hearts.”

“...All?”

“All. Never waste the spoils of a kill. It brings dishonour to their sacrifice and thine own triumph. The reason the beasts of the forest left thee alone on thy way back here is because even though they know not of sympathy or mercy. They understand fear and respect, which thou has earned from them with thy deeds.”

So Karon got to work and ate of all the eleven wolf hearts, though he only took one bite out of each one this time. By the end of it his stomach was full and he felt utterly content, conveniently choosing to ignore the pain from his wounds.

“Has thy craving been satisfied?”

“Oh yeah, more than enough.”

“Then it is time for me to question thee about all that occurred and why.”

“What do you mean?”

“Thy tricks of the mind was thy primary weapon in this fight, but illusions and deceit only work for as long as the victim remains unaware. When the leader of the beasts realized his mistake, you were in danger. Thou survived in no small part because of luck. Had the opponents been anything but dimwitted beasts, thou would have perished.”

“I am not particularly skilled in the baser forms of the arts. My strength lies in the subtle bending and shaping of thought and emotions.”

“Thou believes thy lack of skill is a lack of strength. In truth it is a presence of weakness. Why is it that thou lack skill in the heavy forms of the arts?”  

“Personal potential I guess.”

“I asked thee for an answer not a guess.”

“Because I don't like it.”

“I can sense thy fear behind thy thoughts. Thou fear the pain you believe it brings. Tell me ... What does thou fear most.”

Karon remained silent, struggling with himself on what to say. He could not lie to the dragon, it would know.

“Fire.”

“Few things are worthy of fear, but fire is amongst them, but it has become more than thou should feel, a sickness weakening thy resolve and strength. Thou will need to deal with thy fear before it consumes thee entirely, but that requires more time than thou has with me. Thou will do this on thine own.”

“...I know.”

“But fire is far from the only kind of magic found in the heavy forms. Before thou leave, I shall instruct thee in the use of two heavy forms. Thou shall learn the power of lightning and force fields.”

“You mean electro and telekinesis.”

“Name it what thou wish, the skills remain the same.”

“Varsif spent almost an entire year trying to get me to properly master the psychic skills without success. I lack the potential for it. It would be a waste of time.”

“The rule of my training stands, succeed or die.”

“...When you put it that way I could give it another try.”

Karon would regret those words.

The dragon's idea of training wasn't overly complicated. It was based on fast results, and the fastest way to learn is through pain.

By the dragon's order, Karon had taken off all his clothes and lied down naked on the cold stone floor. It was uneven and far from comfortable. From the sleeping dragons nostril's a warm wind swept out, and as it passed over Karon, he felt how his wounds were mended and his body was healed.

But the deep gratitude he felt towards the ancient being disappeared entirely when he saw that several small rocks were levitated above him.

“What is this?”

“Thy training. Thou already possess the power needed to move the stones. What is lacking is the focus and determination. This should motivate thee.”

One of the stones dropped from the air and fell down on his chest, making a soft thud sound as it impacted.

“That hurt!”

“It was barely as large as thy fist and will not damage thee beyond repair. Thy task is simple: stop the stones from falling.”

Karon did not have time to whimper before the next stone was released from the invisible hold of the dragon and fell down on his stomach.

The training went on and on for hours upon hours. Time had stopped mattering, as all of Karon's concentration was on the looming rocks hanging above him. The human ability to adapt to almost anything is a great asset, but that ability obviously did not stretch to having rocks dropped on you by a sadistic dragon.

The hundredth rock hurt just as much as the first.

The dragon's breath kept wafting over him from to time, making sure his body remained undamaged by the brutal training. At first Karon's attempts had no effect at all, but ever so slightly he began slowing down their fall.

He couldn't see well enough to judge by sight alone, but he felt the rock's impacts becoming less and less painful, as if there was another force trying to keep them from falling at all. The strain that he was forced to put on his mind was awful, and between the pain in his body and the mental exhaustion, things were getting a bit blurry.

But it was when he began to really feel tired, that he noticed he was getting better. Maybe it was the lack of conscious meddling that did it, but he was growing in skill. He no longer had the strength of mind to put together thoughts or ideas and analyse the situation. He just did it.

And it was working.

The rocks fell at half speed and with each one he slowed down the next fell even slower. The dragon must have considered it progress enough because the rocks moved away from their position above Karon.

“Good enough, one more final test.”

Karon heard a scraping noise coming from one of the cave walls and into his view came a rock as big as his head, and it stopped right above it. Hovering two meters above his very wide, very fearful eyes.

“What are you doing!? That will kill me!”

“If it falls without interference it will indeed. In ten second I will let it fall, prepare yourself.”

Karon immediately tried to rise up from the floor but found himself frozen, unable to move at all. Screaming inside he threw all of his concentration and power against the rock above him, willing it to stay there with all his might.

He thought he had succeeded at first, but then the dragon released his hold and down it came.

There was no single part of Karon's mind that did not push against the rock, energy coursed through his mind in a powerful stream. But it was all promptly interrupted when pain beyond anything Karon had ever felt before smashed into his skull.

The hold on his body lifted and he screamed in shock and fear. The rock had crashed down right on his face. He felt his teeth had shattered, and as he screamed pieces of them fell out of his mouth. He started coughing loudly in fear of breathing down any of the shards.

His head was on fire. His right eye was not working and he could feel the blood pouring out of it's socket, mixing with the steady stream coming from his broken nose. He shuddered and felt around his face with his hand. He was close to sobbing when he felt naked bone underneath his fingertips.

His face was ruined.

He couldn't help but cry, the salty tears stinging his open wounds, it was unbelievable that he could think straight. His face was burning but it did not feel like pain, it was the emotions that really hurt. The despair and loss he felt tore at his heart and all he could see before him was a dark future where he would be shunned by those feeling revulsion or fear at the sight of him.

Or even worse, pity.

“Thou are indeed melodramatic.”

“YOU HAVE RUINED ME!”

He gasped before turning on his side and vomiting, the acid remains of the wolf meat mixing with the blood from his ruined face.

“Thou still lives, the task was completed. Had thou not channelled enough power thou would have perished. Rejoice, thou has begun the path to mastery of the first skill.”

“Your fucking insane!”

“My mind is whole and unbroken, and thy wounds are easily repaired. Thou still acts like a common creature and not a player of the game of power. If a simple falling rock can destroy thy features then thou does not belong in the grand arena.”

“You mean you ... can fix this?”

The dragon's breath wafted over Karon once more, stronger this time. The heat increased, but it did not feel like it. To Karon it was a breeze of pure joy, the feeling of cool water upon and within you after having spent a day in hell.

It cleansed and healed him, his face knitting itself back together. His eye reformed and he blinked happily as sight was returned to him in full. His nose straightened and with a crack set itself right. He had not even been aware of the brain damage until he felt the dragons breath fix it, returning the centre of his mind to perfect condition.

It took no more than a minute before there was no sign of the horrible event but the drying blood on his face. Karon got up and walked on shaky legs towards his clothes, wiping off the blood before putting them back on again.

The dragon remained silent and seemed to be waiting for Karon to speak. Truth be told Karon had no idea how to read the dragon, it was still sleeping. Lying on its pile of treasure, having never moved a single muscle during all of this.

Karon felt his face again, reassured by its undamaged smoothness, but there was a difference now.

“Why did you remove my beard?”

The dragon mentally snorted, the sound as loud as a breaking glacier.

“Thou are far from belonging to the folds of the wise ones. There is no reason for thou to take on their appearance.”

Honestly, the beard had been there mostly for the sake of it being wizardly, giving an impression of at least belonging to something mystical. But the dragon was right, it was an image he did not belong to ... yet.

“So ... what's next?”

“A harder task, but less painful.”

The relief Karon felt at those words cannot be described.

“Thou has begun the path to mastery of moving matter. But one skill remain before thou has gained the power thou need to have before leaving.”

“What power?”

“The power to kill. Thy skirmish with the wolves has demonstrated your lack of combat skill. A player of the game of power must be able to bring death upon others. That is the power thou must begin to learn, and in all the shapes and forms thou can find.”

Karon could not deny that things would have been a lot easier if he could just have thrown a huge boulder at the wolf pack with his mind, but the aptitude for such things had never been there. He was meant for softer more delicate ways of achieving power.

The dragon obviously did not agree.

Two large spears of steel floated up in the air and with powerful thrusts slammed down into the stone floor and stood there. Between and behind them a cup made out of gold was placed.

“The gathering of what thou call electricity is easy, thou generate it constantly. Thou will need to increase this generation and focus it to the palm of your hand. There you will form a nexus of its energy, keeping it charging but held firm. If thou release it without thought it will seek to discharge itself along the quickest path, through the metal spears before thee. Thou must isolate a single path the line of power will follow, leave it only one path it may take. Make it strike the cup of gold and not the spears and thy training will be finished.”

That was all the motivation he needed. Karon was far gone from the excitement of being trained by the ancient dragon. Now he just wanted to go home to the library and eat more of those stupid apples and sleep in his too small bed.

He did as the dragon asked. He felt his palm begin tingling as a small vortex of energy gathered, urging for release. He lifted the hand and pointed his open palm towards the cup of gold, willing a invisible line for the power to follow straight at it.

It was far more difficult than he had anticipated. Every time the line was formed it snapped or disintegrated. It was not until he focused on the cup first that the line was properly formed and held firm.

He breathed in slowly and released the gathered energy together with his breath. It struck instantly and the image was burned into Karon's retina in the brief millisecond it had lasted. Unfortunately it had struck one of the spears and not the cup.

Karon clenched his jaw and tried again.

His frustration increased with each failure, but with it his focus followed. On the eleventh try the power discharged and went straight into the cup, it tinkled as it fell over and the sound echoed in the large cave. A small but sure tone announcing Karon's success.

He was finally done.

“Thou has completed thy tasks. Thy training here is over for the time, but my duty remains the same. Whenever thou has need for counsel or knowledge, come to my cave and receive it.”

“You know, you never told me your name.”

“Names have power, and a dragon name is a song telling of its birth, life and final death. Thou has not earned such a gift yet, but thou may call me Eldros. It is an old name I have used when dealing with lesser creatures like thee, in thine own tongue it means 'rose of fire'.”

Karon was about to thank the dragon when he was blinded by a bright light and instinctively shielding his eyes. When he dropped his arm he saw that he was no longer in the cave, he was standing at the edge of the Everfree forest with the Equestrian sun shining above him.

“Whatever.”

He shrugged and started walking towards Ponyville, briefly contemplating if he should visit Fluttershy on the way or not but ultimately deciding against it. His robe was half caked in dried blood and he knew he would make grand enough a scene walking into Ponyville like this. Poor Fluttershy might just have heart attack if she saw him.

Judging from the sun's position it was early afternoon, which meant that plenty of ponies would be up and about.  As he passed through the small collections of trees and over the hills he thought about all that had happened.

“I am unsure of what to think of all of this.”

“To be honest, I am mostly suspicious of what Eldros said about Equestria putting some kind of blessing as a future guardian on us. I don't know about you, but the thought of being forced into the role of a hero doesn't seem that attractive to me.”

“I agree. Blessing or not, if I ever get called to serve I might just say no and leave.”

“We can't. Not for as long as Loki keeps us here or until the powers say we can go.”

“Do we want to go? We are not here by choice, but if we were, would we remain?”

“We can't say for sure until that choice is available to us.”

“So all we can do really is stick around and hope no crisis threatening Equestria that apparently nopony else can handle comes knocking?”

“That pretty much summarizes it.”

“That is a terrible plan, but since I've got nothing else, it will have to do.”

“You know we have a lot more to discuss.”

“Such as?”

“What to tell Twilight about what happened in there for one, and also the whole Rarity thing in case you have forgotten.”

Karon groaned, he had forgotten all about his situation with Rarity. Mostly he had been occupied with thoughts about ancient powers and immediate survival, but now that he was in the clear, so to speak ... he would have to deal with it.

“I think telling Twilight the truth about what happened in the Everfree forest is a good idea. It's not like we did something bad ... per say, but leaving out the part about eating the wolf hearts is probably for the best.”

“Undoubtedly. So Rarity then?”

“I have no idea what to do with her.”

“I meant what to tell Twilight. You know that she is way too inquisitive not to have realized something happened between us and Rarity, and if she managed to get Rarity to confess she will definitely launch a full blown interrogation when we get back.”

“Splendid. I have an idea, let's lie until our tongue turns black.”

“That's the default escape plan we use, but it might work. What do we lie about specifically?”

“Until I have figured out what I really want from Rarity, I think it's best to deny any and all feelings for her. We tell Twilight it was all a misunderstanding and that I have no desires for her at all.”

“Risky, but I can see no better option. If we tell the truth, I can't help but feel we will be in trouble.”

“We will be in trouble when she understand we were lying as well.”

“Only IF she catches the lie. Don't get caught and everything will be fine.”

“Spoken like a true trickster.”

During his internal conversation he had come closer to Ponyville with every step and as he walked by the first house he straightened his back and tried to act just like any innocent blood drenched creature would.    

His entry into Ponyville reminded his a lot about his first time, minus the waving and painful smile he had been wearing. All the ponies stopped whatever they were doing and stared at Karon as he walked by. This time though, most of them backed away from him a little after the first shock. He couldn't blame them.

He would have been very nervous too if Pinkie Pie had come into town one day covered in dried blood.

He kept on walking towards the library in the most relaxed manner he could pull off. Had he not been so tired, he might have considered casting a glamour over himself to hide the blood, but the last days painful trials had left him so tired he didn't think he would be able to fall asleep.

No one tried to stop him as he walked by. Not surprising since most of them knew he had picked a fight with both of the royal sisters and lived. But it was a shame really, despite his attempts otherwise the town must think of him as dangerous and potentially evil.

“Oh well, could be worse.”

He walked up to the library entrance and pushed it open. The inside was exactly as he had left it. The windows allowed enough sunlight to pass through to allow reading, but not enough to bleach the books. He heard someone rummaging around in the kitchen and guessed it was Spike. The little dragon was always hungry.

Karon waited for somepony to come greet him since the door had made it's usual squealing sound when opened but none came. Maybe they hadn't heard it?

He walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom, Twilight was not on the floor, but he could hear gentle breathing coming from the platform above. He climbed up the ladder and saw Twilight in her bed, still sleeping.

No doubt she had spent another night meant for sleep reading books. He smiled a little and thanked whatever gods that still found him amusing enough to watch over him. Now he could take off his clothes and hopefully get them cleaned before she woke up. Saving himself from having to explain what had happened.

He turned around and began unbuttoning his robe.

“Karon?”

“What was that about the universe loving to mess things up for laughs and giggles now again?”

“Shut up!”

He sighed and turned around to the newly awoken unicorn, She took a long look at his robes before rubbing her eyes and looking again. When she realized that she was indeed seeing Karon caked in dried blood she jumped out of her bed and ran to him.

“What happened?! Are you hurt!?”

“Don't worry Twilight, no wounds remain.”

“You're covered in blood! You can't tell me everything’s all right!”

“I have been completely healed from all damage, besides not all is mine.”

She took a step back at his words and looked at him unsure of what to say. Karon beat her to it and sat down on the bed. Too tired to think of anything clever to say besides telling her everything.

“Let me start at the beginning.”

He told her about all that had happened, with the exception of the meat eating. She looked afraid when he told her about being chased by the wolves, surprised at his discovery of the dragon and shocked when he told her all he had told him. It's not every day you get a first hand account on the creation of one's own species.

But when he told her of the dragon's tasks, how he had sent him into the forest after the wolves she looked equally concerned and disgusted. If it was for the dragon ordering it or that Karon had obeyed, he didn't know and didn't want to either.

Finally he told her of the lasts task the dragon had put before him and all disgust was wiped clean from her face. She only looked at him with great sympathy and worry when he told of the rock that had almost crushed his head, her hoof at his thigh and her eyes full of tender care.

“Those eyes...”

He finished the story and noticed his voice had grown hoarse by the end of it. Not just from having spoken for so long, but also because after having to think back to all that had happened he noticed how worn out he was. He had barely eaten anything for almost five days now and only drunk a few bowls of water during his stay in the cave. He had been beaten, bitten, starved and close to tortured and it had left him worn out beyond what he had previously felt.

He didn't say anything after he had finished and only looked at Twilight instead. Her eyes had grown a little shiny and he guessed she might start crying again.

He didn't like crying.

“I told you it was dangerous.”

She jumped up on the bed and put her hooves around him, giving him a firm hug as she positioned herself on his lap. Her horn was scratching the side of his head, but he didn't mind it. Right now, the warmth and softness that was Twilight was exactly what he needed.

He fell down on his back and Twilight followed, lying next to him with her hooves still wrapped around him. They remained that way for a time and Karon felt himself drifting close to sleep after all, but before he let it overtake him he heard Twilight ask.

“Karon ... are you in love with Rarity?”

His mind was begging him to ignore the question and fall asleep. Thoughts drifted inside his mind without direction or purpose. Groggily he answered her, instinctively reverting back to his originally planned response.

“No Twilight, just a misunderstanding. I will tell Rarity tomorrow that I want nothing else but friendship.”

From the way she sounded and hugged him a little tighter he could only guess that she was relived for some reason, but his mind was getting foggier by the second. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was a quiet conversation in the back of his mind.

“You lied to her.”

“I did, I can only hope that she will forgive me when she finds out the truth.”

“And what truth is that.”

“That I, however strange it sounds, have fallen in love with Rarity.” Next Chapter: Chapter 15: Debt, alcoholism and funny plants Estimated time remaining: 21 Hours, 14 Minutes