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A Strange New World: CH3

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>You slowly shuffle through the corridors, ever conscious about making a racket.
>A cool breeze commands your attention, and you notice a nearby window gently swinging on its hinge.
>You lean out of it, hands gripping the frame tightly. Below lay the city: above, the moon shined down in fullness.
>With naught left to do than admire the view, you begin to ponder.
>If Solaire had told you at the start of the quest that you’d be thrust into a land of intelligent equines then you’d have laughed in his face. And yet, here you were…
>You would never have to struggle through the disease ridden swamps of Blightown again…
>Nor would you have to death with murderers and thieves, pillaging dark phantoms and marauding spirits of vengeance…
>No longer would you feel adrenaline pumping through your veins as you went toe-to-toe with a gargantuan demon, with Solaire at your side…
>You feel overwhelming relief at this burden which had been dominating your life, and yet…
>You stare up at the midnight sky.
>Fighting, survival, death… this was what you knew. That was your way of life. >Every swing of your sword, every lonely moment spent by a bonfire, every war-cry uttered as you charged into battle…. That was what defined you.
>A single sigh escapes you, breaking the permeating silence.
>”Is something troubling your spirit?”
>Before you can reply, Princess Luna is standing beside you, staring up at her own handiwork.
>”A fine night, if I do say so myself.”
“Hello Luna. Do you mind if I call you that?”
>”No, I do not. There is no need for such formality here…”
>She trails off, frowning at the moon.
>”A lovely sight, would you not agree?”
“I suppose it is rather nice.”
>Her frown is now directed to you.
>”You speak with a reluctant tone. Have I committed some transgression against you?”
“What? No, of course not! I just…” You mull over your thoughts. “Well, the last moon deity I encountered was a cross-dressing sorcerer who tried to kill me. My experience with the moon has not been a pleasant one.”
>Luna nods, eyeing you intently. “I see. For whatever it is worth, I assure you that I shall never stoop to such levels. I need not remind you of our debt to you…”
>Her gaze returns to the heavens above.
>”Still, it is a shame…
“What is?”
>”The night sky above...”
“I don’t quite follow-“
>”Would you not agree that the night sky is… underappreciated?”
“I… I’m not quite sure. I’ve never really thought about it.”
>”Indeed. Not many ponies do… and yet, is darkness not needed to balance the light of the day?”
>You finally catch on to what the Princess was trying to say.
“Princess, I’m sure there’s ponies who appreciate the night.”
>”And yet not once have I ever been thanked, appreciated, or even acknowledged…
>You tentatively lay a hand on Luna’s mane, feeling her tense up at your touch.
“Now Luna, I’m certain it’s not as bad as you make it out to be… Ah, I have a proposition.”
>Kneeling down so that your head was level with hers, you motion to the city below.
“Luna, what do you see below us?”
>”I see a sleeping city.” She replies bluntly.
“As do I. But do you know what I also see?”
>She frowns in confusion.
“I see peace.”
>”I beg your pardon?”
“During the day, every man, woman and child is busy. Doing work, taking care of one another, learning, a plethora of things.”
>You make a grand sweeping gesture.
“But at night? Everything is calm. Peaceful. There is no squabbling or strained working: any shouting or racket. At night, everyone relaxes, their spirits eased. Thanks to you, Luna. That’s your gift to them. A moment of peace in an otherwise hectic life…”
>Luna appears to ponder your thoughts, before the smallest of smiles graces her face.
>”Perhaps you are right…”
“I know that I am right. Trust me, Luna. Just because no-one is thanking you in person does not mean that they aren’t appreciative. Always remember that.”
>Luna nods, before giggling suddenly.
“Was something I said amusing?”
>”Oh, no. I just had an amusing mental image, is all.”
“Care to share it?”
>”I envisioned myself writing a letter to my sister, detailing what I learnt about friendship tonight."
“My apologies, but I fail to see the joke.”
>”My sister receives regular reports from her protégée, Twilight Sparkle, into the studies of friendship.”
“Oh, I see.”
>You mull over what Luna said.
“Say, Celestia has not mentioned this “Twilight Sparkle” yet. Any particular cause of that or do I simply not need to know?
>”I imagine it due to Miss Sparkle’s incessant curiosity. You’d be answering questions for days about your home realm.”
“As she would be answering my questions, no doubt! I too am itching to find out about Equestria…”
>You quickly fall silent as you remember Solaire’s request for you to remain in Canterlot for the time being.
>”I suppose now would be a good time to ask again: Is anything troubling you? It is only fair that after I opened you to you, you would do likewise to me.”
“Well, if you really want to know… Solaire wishes for me to remain in this city until I’m more acquainted with this land, and its inhabitants.”
>”That is a bad thing?”
“To me, it is. I’ve got a whole new world to explore, to discover, to learn about… I’d rather not be cooped up in some city, bound by the will of my friend.”
>”You can hardly blame Solaire for his protectiveness. From Celestia and Solaire I have discerned that the two of you were frequently separated: is it not natural that Solaire would want to be close now that the danger is over?”
“I concede that Solaire’s concern is not ill-founded, but still…”
>”I’m sure Solaire would not mind temporary trips. Surely he just doesn’t want his friend wandering Equestria, not even a week into his stay.”
“Temporary travels? Perhaps that might ease his mind. I’ll propose the idea to him come morning… In the meantime, my bed awaits me. Goodnight Princess…”
>”Goodnight, Anonymous. And thank you.”
>You nod in response, before leaving the moon goddess alone, as she silently watched the city below.
>You find your quarters, this time remembering to strip from your armour, before climbing in between the cool sheets of the bed. Sleep comes quickly to your exhausted form, marking the end of your first full day in Equestria.
>You awaken the following morning refreshed, smiling as you stretch out the aches in your limbs.
>From the rays of sunlight that already pierced the curtains in your room, you could tell that the sun was out shining in full form.
>A fine morning indeed! Perhaps you should thank Celestia for it, as you had done with Luna the previous night.
>Yes, that’d be a rather nice gesture.
>One final stretch, before you don your armour like you had done a thousand times before. Only now it was out of habit, rather than need.
>Looking into acquiring some casual attire would be a good idea though, as your armour, while invaluable in combat, would only be a hassle for general usage.
>You leave your room, half expecting either of the princesses to be waiting there, before shrugging and making your way to the main plaza.
>You grin as you see Solaire standing there, calmly chatting to a trio of ponies, all of whom appeared diminutive compared to the tall-standing knight. Your grin grows larger still, as you recognise a particular multicoloured mane.
“Morning Solaire!”
>”What? Oh, good morning my good friend! How did your night go?”
“Rather well, in-fact!”
>”I should hope so! I myself was just talking to your acquaintance, Miss Rainbow Dash.”
>”Grr, why can nobody just call me Dash?” the pegasus mutters, and you suppress a chuckle.
>“You made a quite a good impression, it seems.”
“I would hope so. Morning to you too, Dash.”
>Rainbow Dash nods, a smile gracing her face. “Thanks dude. Lemme introduce you to a couple of my friends…”
>The pegasus motions for her unicorn companions to step forward and you hold out your arm to greet them.
“Pleasure to meet you! I go by the name Anonymous, may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?”
>The first of the pair, a purple unicorn with a collection of stars emblazoned on her flank, steps forward to shake your hand.
>”Of course! I’m Twilight Sparkle, its great to meet you!”
>Wait… Twilight Sparkle? Didn’t Luna mention such an individual last night?
“Miss Sparkle, it seems your reputation precedes you.”
>”It does?”
“Luna herself told me about you, mentioning being a “protégé” of Celestia herself. Must be quite the achievement, no?”
>”She did? Wow! I mean, I know I am the Princesses’ top student but still, to hear it from Luna herself…” The enthusiastic pony clears her throat in embarrassment. >“Well, em, I’ll be sure to thank her for the compliment then.”
“She also mentioned… oh, what was the term… oh yes, an “incessant curiosity”.”
>Twilight’s cheeks redden, and she lets out an involuntary squeak.
>”I… um… I suppose I am curious… of course, I’d never annoy or pressure you into answer-“
“It’s alright. I am not so dissimilar from yourself; if you wish to discuss my past world then I’ll be more than happy to do so.”
>Twilight’s ears twitch, before she grins.
>”Oh, ok then! I’ll be sure, to em, remember that.”
>You chuckle, before turning to the next stranger, a stark white unicorn with an equally stark mane style.
>”You don’t need to introduce yourself again, darling. You may call me Rarity.”
“Well met, miss Rarity. I can already tell you’re a mare of class.”
>”I see you have an appreciation for- oh sweet Celestia!”
>Startled, you wheel round to see what had set off the unicorn.
“What’s wrong?”
>”What’s wrong? Absolutely nothing, my dear!”
“Then what-“
>”Your surcoat, it’s marvellous! Absolutely marvellous!”
>Your face goes blank as the unicorn starts fawning over your attire.
>”So stylish, yet practical! Tell me, where in Equestria did you acquire such thing?”
“I… well, for a start, it wasn’t in Equestria…”
>”Of, of course. No matter, no matter at all…”
>Rarity begins examining your gauntlets, only adding to your discomfort.
>”Oh no, this will not do at all! You cannot have one arm shielded, and the other with just leather!”
“But… I can’t fight with my sword arm armoured-“
>”This isn’t about fighting! This is about symmetry!”
>As Rarity continues her “evaluation”, you lock eyes with Rainbow Dash.
“Help.” You whisper, and she stifles a giggle.
>”Yo, Rarity, I think you’re going a bit overboard with Anon here. Guys only just met you, y’know?”
>”Oh… of course. My apologies Anon, sometimes I get a little… enthusiastic.” She says, panting heavily.
>Enthusiastic? Enthusiastic! Whatever that was, it was not enthusiasm…
>Rarity regains her composure, flicking her hair back into its class-exuding stance.
>”That was rather uncouth of me, Anon. As a token of my apology, I shall devise for you a brand new set of clothes, absolutely free of charge!”
“Er, thank you, I suppose. A change of clothes would be rather appreciated.”
>Behind Rarity, Rainbow Dash appears to be choking on her own laughter, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
>”I, uh, have to see the Princess. Rarity, why don’t you come with me?”
>”Oh, that would be most efficacious! I have this stunning new design for a dress that I’d like her to see…”
>As the duo walks off, you turn back to Solaire, who had been strangely quiet throughout the entire conversation.
“You’ve been awfully qui-“
>You stop mid-sentence, noticing the effort with which he was keeping his mouth shut.
“Will you two just grow up? I wasn’t that amusing.”
>You accusation, like a straw on a camels back, tips your friends over the edge.
>”Not funny? It was… by Gwyn’s beard, you should have seen the look on your face!” Solaire roars, gripping a nearby column for support as laughter rocks his body.
>You angrily turn to Rainbow Dash, who was rolling on the floor in the midst of her fit.
“This is who you choose to keep company with? By the Gods, perhaps meeting you wasn’t a bout of good fortune.”
>Rainbow Dash snorts adorably, before standing up and brushing herself down.
>”I’m so sorry dude, I really should have warned ya. Rarity is a fashion, whaddya call it, pioneer.”
“F-fashion?”
>”You know, looking pretty in stuff.”
“I really couldn’t tell. Honestly, the hair wasn’t a give away at all.”
>Rainbow Dash giggles again, before coughing.
>”So, I bet you’re wondering why we’re here.”
“No actually, but take it as your cue to continue.”
>”Hmmph. Anyway, I’m here in Canterlot for a good reason. Y’ever heard of the Wo… actually, that’s a dumb question.”
“The who?”
>”Ok, there’s this group of pegasi called the Wonderbolts. They’re the most awesomest flying team ever!”
>Dash leaps into the air enthusiastically, twirling around above your head.
>”And guess which talented mare is auditioning for them, this afternoon?”
“Hmm, you’ll have to give me a minute to think about… Solaire!” You sarcastically call over your friend, who catches onto your joke.
“I do say Solaire, can you suppose of a pegasus who might be auditioning for a flying troop this very afternoon?”
>”You’ve stumped me, Anon. I can’t think of a single person…”
>The deadpan stare you get from Rainbow Dash is completely worth it.
>”Yeah, real funny. I’m just dying with laughter over here. Well, I guess you two don’t want to come then…”
“No need to be melodramatic. Of course we’ll come, right Solaire?”
>”I don’t see why I couldn’t go.”
“Then its decided!”
>Rainbow Dash beams at you.
>”Awesome! You’re a pretty cool guy, Anon.”
“As if you’ve told me before.” You retort, a cheerful grin on your face. “Say, I’m about to take another gander round Canterlot. You game?”
>”Sure thing dude! You coming, Solaire?”
>”Actually, I was meant to meeting the Captain of the Guard, who has just returned early from his honeymoon.”
“Of course. Well, best of luck with that. Be sure to fill me in on anything important, later.” You wave him off, before turning back to Rainbow Dash.
>”Anywhere in particular you want to go to?”
“No, not really. I assume you don’t mind, of course?”
>”I should be practising for the tryouts, but… nah, this’ll be much more fun.” She chuckles.
“Lead the way then, Dash.”
>Noticing the way she smiles at her nickname, you follow her out of the palace entrance, down into the streets of Canterlot below.
>”Y’know, you got on so well with Rarity and Twilight that you should meet my other friends!”
“There’s more? Oh dear… this is going to be a long day…”
>After a few hours, you found yourself in what Rainbow Dash had called a “café”, in the centre of the sprawling city.
>”So, whaddya think of Canterlot?” the mare asks, sloppily eating a bowl of mixed vegetables.
“It’s… quiet. I like that.”
>”Mmhmm.”
“You don’t sound satisfied with that answer.”
>”Nah, its cool. Just thought you’d have a little more to say about it, y’know?”
“Oh, don’t interpret what I said as a lack of enthusiasm. I still appreciate how utterly marvellous this whole situation is. The euphoria is simply wearing off.”
>Rainbow Dash nods slowly, before swallowing.
>”Wait.”
“Hmm?”
>”I haven’t seen you eat anything yet. You didn’t have breakfast, and you refused to order anything here.”
“So?”
>”So? How in the hay are you walkin’ without something to eat for the second day in a row?”
“I’m an undead. We don’t need to eat, although we can if needs be.”
>”Undead? So you’re like a zombie?” she asks, her voice adopting a subtle tone of suspicion.
“I’m not quite sure what a “zombie” is, but I’m certain it’s an insult. I assure you, I’m perfectly sane.”
>”You don’t look very dead anyway, how do I know you’re not pulling my hoof here?”
>You sigh, before pulling off your right gauntlet, the glowing brand of the darksign exposed for Rainbow Dash to see.
>”What in Tartarus is that!” the startled mare yells, causing every head in the café to swivel round.
“Keep your damn voice down, I get enough deathly stares as it is!” you whisper.
>Rainbow Dash gapes at you, before sitting down, a volcanic blush forming on her face.
>“Heh. Sorry bout that, first time in a while I’ve been spooked.”
“No need to apologise. Your reaction was positively tame compared to my discovery of this accursed thing…”
>Inside your mind, tantalizing flashes of long lost memories dance at the edge of your vision.
>”Dude!”
“Huh? What?”
>”You just zoned on me, bro, quit trying to scare me!”
“Ah, forgive me. It was foolish to resurface such memories mid-conversation. Now, where was I… oh, yes, the Darksign...”
>You inch your hand towards the mare, who stares down at the glowing ring with a sickened curiosity.
“This is the undead brand. The Darksign. It binds us the bonfires I mentioned last night, drawing us back upon death.”
>”It’s like… glowing… dear Celestia, that’s freaky.”
“You should be thankful it’s glowing. If it was not, we would not be having this conversation.”
>”I don’t follow.”
“When an undead dies, or when a human inflicted with the darksign perishes, they are returned to the nearest focal point of humanity – a bonfire. However, by doing so, they lose everything that made them human. Their souls, and these.”
>You fish a quivering black sprite out of the bottomless box hanging by your belt
“Their humanity.”
>”Whoa… what is that thing…”
>As if on instinct, the mare reaches out of a hoof towards the sprite, and you gently let it rest on her hoof.
“No-one really knows. Our souls are what define us: assuming that is true, then what does our humanity do? All I know is that it’s precious. Men kill for it, die for it, brave the most horrifying battles with unknown companions to acquire it.”
>Your words seem lost on the Pegasus, who is holding the tiny black presence with both cupped hooves.
>”It’s… I’m not sure what I’m feeling, but it’s whacked out…”
>Reaching over, you gently slide the humanity out of her hooves, before placing it in your strongbox.
>”That was… awesome. What happens when you lose that stuff?”
>…
“I’ll wait until a better time to talk about that. It’s a grim subject, for sure.”
>”Huh.”
>Rainbow Dash leans back in her seat, before shaking her head.
>”Uugh, all this talking is making my brain hurt.”
“Shall we go, then?”
>”If you want, dude. We’ve still got a couple of hours until the tryouts.”
“Hmm. Maybe… actually, let’s just meet your other friends and get this over with.”
>”No need to sound so annoyed.” She moans.
“Well, given that so far half of your friends I have met have scared the living daylights out of me, I say that I have every right to be reluctant.”
>”C’mon, it won’t be that bad. I’m sure you’ll get on just fine with them. Although…”
>She snickers.
>”That whole “not eating food” thing is going to go down really badly with Pinkie Pie.”
“Oh joy. Ah well, no point waiting around. I’m ready to meet them.”
>”That’s good, because they’re right behind ya!”
“Oh you little bit-“
>Before you can finish your insult, a flurry of pink obstructs your vision.
>”Heya! My name’s Pinkie Pie!” squeals the aptly named pony, as she bounces up and down.
“Er, hello. I am Anonymous-“
>”Oh, you’re Anonymous? That’s cool! It’s so mysterious and stuff! Hey, did your parents choose that name? I’ll have to meet them! Not before I throw you a Welcome to Equestria party! What’s your favourite flavour of cupcakes?”
“I… er, it’s good to meet you?”
>”Pinkie, quit being so… yourself!”
>”Oh, sorry Dashie! Guess I got too excited again.” Pinkie giggles. “Anyway, you didn’t answer my question Nonny!”
“Well… I’m not entirely sure what a cupcake is…” As the words leave your mouth, you realise the gravity of your mistake.
>”What? You’ve never ever ever had a cupcake, ever?”
“No, I hav-“
>You choke as Pinkie forces a hoof-full of a sickly sweet mixture into your mouth.
>”Eat it! You gotta! It’ll be the best thing you’ve ever tasted! Do it!”
“Can’t… breathe…” you wheeze, desperately thumping your chest as the “cupcake” sticks in your throat.
>”Gosh darnit Pinkie! Anon, jus’ stay still, alright?”
>Before you can reply to the owner of the strange voice, a hoof slams into your back.
>You cough up the accursed sweet, spraying crumbs over the table. By now, not only was every pony in the café staring at you, but every passing pony in the street was watching intently.
>After you take a few deep breaths, you fixate your attention on Pinkie Pie, who had adopted a meek grin of embarrassment.
>”So, uh, you don’t like the cupcakes…?” you asks, her cheesy grin growing wider.
>”Sorry about that, ‘Non. Pinkie Pie don’t know when enough hospitality is enough.” Says the orange pony. “And sorry fer hittin’ y’in the back like that.”
“It’s quite alright… thanks for not letting me choke. That would have been a terrible way to go…”
>”You… you alright?” Pinkie Pie asks, a hint of sadness lining her smile.
“I’m alright, but if you keep shoving things down my throat then we’re not going to get along. And I seriously advise not getting on my bad side.”
>”Um… sorry, I guess…” she whispers, tears forming in the corner of her eye.
>You sigh, before turning back to the orange pony.
“I suppose now would be a good time to introduce ourselves.” You extend your hand out. “Anonymous.”
>”Applejack.” She replies, shaking your hoof with earnest. “Mighty pleased t’meet ya. An’ don’t mind Pinkie, she’s just tryin’ to be friendly. Y’ain’t the first to get mad at her.”
“Well met, Applejack.” She tips her hat in respect, and you turn back to Pinkie.
“Look, I apologise for my outburst, but you’ve got to understand that I’m not used to such forwardness. Please, stop crying.”
>She sniffles, before smiling slightly. “Would you still attend a Pinkie Pie welcome party?”
“Of course-“
>Suddenly, your chest is squeezed as tight as possible, as the pink pony wraps you in a vice-like hug.
>”Woohoo! Thank you thank you thank you thank you-“
>”Hey Pinkie, why don’tcha go meet up with Twilight and Rarity? I’m sure they’ve got some super important job for you. Or something.”
>”Good idea Dashie! Cya later, Nonny!” Pinkie Pie squeals as she bounces off down the cobblestone road.
>Applejack snorts in contempt, before tipping her hat once more.
>”Ah better follow her, make sure she don’t get in any trouble. Nice meetin’ ya, Anon.”
“It was a pleasure, Applejack.”
>As the orange mare follows the still-gyrating Pinkie Pie, you turn back to Rainbow Dash.
“Say, weren't there three acquaintances I was supposed to meet?”
>”Yeah, but there’s not a chance in Tartarus that you’ll meet Fluttershy.”
“Who?”
>As if in response, you her a faint squeak of surprise… or is it fear?
>From behind a table a pink and yellow blur shoots off down the street, leaving a wake of confusion.
“Did… did I do something wrong?”
>”Nah dude. She lives up to her name, that’s for sure. Just give it time, she’ll warm up to ya.”
“Are you sure? I mean, if I’ve offended her in any way-“
>”Nah, she’s just not good around ponies… or humans. You didn’t honestly expect to be instantly liked by everp0ny, didya now?”
“Well, no, but… ah, forget it.”
>”Ok dude. Wanna come to the park and watch me practise?”
“I don’t see why not. Just don’t forget about your tryout.”
>”Pffh, I’m not going to forget about that anytime soon. Now, just follow me…”

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>You slowly shuffle through the corridors, ever conscious about making a racket.
>A cool breeze commands your attention, and you notice a nearby window gently swinging on its hinge.
>You lean out of it, hands gripping the frame tightly. Below lay the city: above, the moon shined down in fullness.
>With naught left to do than admire the view, you begin to ponder. 
>If Solaire had told you at the start of the quest that you’d be thrust into a land of intelligent equines then you’d have laughed in his face. And yet, here you were…
>You would never have to struggle through the disease ridden swamps of Blightown again…
>Nor would you have to death with murderers and thieves, pillaging dark phantoms and marauding spirits of vengeance…
>No longer would you feel adrenaline pumping through your veins as you went toe-to-toe with a gargantuan demon, with Solaire at your side…
>You feel overwhelming relief at this burden which had been dominating your life, and yet…
>You stare up at the midnight sky.
>Fighting, survival, death… this was what you knew. That was your way of life. >Every swing of your sword, every lonely moment spent by a bonfire, every war-cry uttered as you charged into battle…. That was what defined you.
>A single sigh escapes you, breaking the permeating silence.
>”Is something troubling your spirit?”
>Before you can reply, Princess Luna is standing beside you, staring up at her own handiwork.
>”A fine night, if I do say so myself.”
“Hello Luna. Do you mind if I call you that?”
>”No, I do not. There is no need for such formality here…”
>She trails off, frowning at the moon.
>”A lovely sight, would you not agree?”
“I suppose it is rather nice.”
>Her frown is now directed to you.
>”You speak with a reluctant tone. Have I committed some transgression against you?”
“What? No, of course not! I just…” You mull over your thoughts. “Well, the last moon deity I encountered was a cross-dressing sorcerer who tried to kill me. My experience with the moon has not been a pleasant one.”	 
>Luna nods, eyeing you intently. “I see. For whatever it is worth, I assure you that I shall never stoop to such levels. I need not remind you of our debt to you…”
>Her gaze returns to the heavens above.
>”Still, it is a shame…
“What is?”
>”The night sky above...”
“I don’t quite follow-“ 
>”Would you not agree that the night sky is… underappreciated?”
“I… I’m not quite sure. I’ve never really thought about it.”
>”Indeed. Not many ponies do… and yet, is darkness not needed to balance the light of the day?”
>You finally catch on to what the Princess was trying to say.
“Princess, I’m sure there’s ponies who appreciate the night.”
>”And yet not once have I ever been thanked, appreciated, or even acknowledged…
>You tentatively lay a hand on Luna’s mane, feeling her tense up at your touch.
“Now Luna, I’m certain it’s not as bad as you make it out to be… Ah, I have a proposition.”
>Kneeling down so that your head was level with hers, you motion to the city below. 
“Luna, what do you see below us?”
>”I see a sleeping city.” She replies bluntly. 
“As do I. But do you know what I also see?”
>She frowns in confusion.
“I see peace.”
>”I beg your pardon?”
“During the day, every man, woman and child is busy. Doing work, taking care of one another, learning, a plethora of things.”
>You make a grand sweeping gesture.
“But at night? Everything is calm. Peaceful. There is no squabbling or strained working: any shouting or racket. At night, everyone relaxes, their spirits eased. Thanks to you, Luna. That’s your gift to them. A moment of peace in an otherwise hectic life…”
>Luna appears to ponder your thoughts, before the smallest of smiles graces her face.
>”Perhaps you are right…”
“I know that I am right. Trust me, Luna. Just because no-one is thanking you in person does not mean that they aren’t appreciative. Always remember that.”
>Luna nods, before giggling suddenly.
“Was something I said amusing?”
>”Oh, no. I just had an amusing mental image, is all.”
“Care to share it?”
>”I envisioned myself writing a letter to my sister, detailing what I learnt about friendship tonight."
“My apologies, but I fail to see the joke.”
>”My sister receives regular reports from her protégée, Twilight Sparkle, into the studies of friendship.” 
“Oh, I see.”
>You mull over what Luna said.
“Say, Celestia has not mentioned this “Twilight Sparkle” yet. Any particular cause of that or do I simply not need to know?
>”I imagine it due to Miss Sparkle’s incessant curiosity. You’d be answering questions for days about your home realm.”
“As she would be answering my questions, no doubt! I too am itching to find out about Equestria…” 
>You quickly fall silent as you remember Solaire’s request for you to remain in Canterlot for the time being.
>”I suppose now would be a good time to ask again: Is anything troubling you? It is only fair that after I opened you to you, you would do likewise to me.”
“Well, if you really want to know… Solaire wishes for me to remain in this city until I’m more acquainted with this land, and its inhabitants.”
>”That is a bad thing?”
“To me, it is. I’ve got a whole new world to explore, to discover, to learn about… I’d rather not be cooped up in some city, bound by the will of my friend.” 
>”You can hardly blame Solaire for his protectiveness. From Celestia and Solaire I have discerned that the two of you were frequently separated: is it not natural that Solaire would want to be close now that the danger is over?”
“I concede that Solaire’s concern is not ill-founded, but still…”
>”I’m sure Solaire would not mind temporary trips. Surely he just doesn’t want his friend wandering Equestria, not even a week into his stay.”
“Temporary travels? Perhaps that might ease his mind. I’ll propose the idea to him come morning… In the meantime, my bed awaits me. Goodnight Princess…”
>”Goodnight, Anonymous. And thank you.”
>You nod in response, before leaving the moon goddess alone, as she silently watched the city below. 
>You find your quarters, this time remembering to strip from your armour, before climbing in between the cool sheets of the bed. Sleep comes quickly to your exhausted form, marking the end of your first full day in Equestria. 

>You awaken the following morning refreshed, smiling as you stretch out the aches in your limbs.
>From the rays of sunlight that already pierced the curtains in your room, you could tell that the sun was out shining in full form.
>A fine morning indeed! Perhaps you should thank Celestia for it, as you had done with Luna the previous night.
>Yes, that’d be a rather nice gesture. 
>One final stretch, before you don your armour like you had done a thousand times before. Only now it was out of habit, rather than need.
>Looking into acquiring some casual attire would be a good idea though, as your armour, while invaluable in combat, would only be a hassle for general usage.
>You leave your room, half expecting either of the princesses to be waiting there, before shrugging and making your way to the main plaza.
>You grin as you see Solaire standing there, calmly chatting to a trio of ponies, all of whom appeared diminutive compared to the tall-standing knight. Your grin grows larger still, as you recognise a particular multicoloured mane.
“Morning Solaire!”
>”What? Oh, good morning my good friend! How did your night go?”
“Rather well, in-fact!”
>”I should hope so! I myself was just talking to your acquaintance, Miss Rainbow Dash.” 
>”Grr, why can nobody just call me Dash?” the pegasus mutters, and you suppress a chuckle.
>“You made a quite a good impression, it seems.”
“I would hope so. Morning to you too, Dash.” 
>Rainbow Dash nods, a smile gracing her face. “Thanks dude. Lemme introduce you to a couple of my friends…”
>The pegasus motions for her unicorn companions to step forward and you hold out your arm to greet them.
“Pleasure to meet you! I go by the name Anonymous, may I have the pleasure of knowing yours?”
>The first of the pair, a purple unicorn with a collection of stars emblazoned on her flank, steps forward to shake your hand.
>”Of course! I’m Twilight Sparkle, its great to meet you!”
>Wait… Twilight Sparkle? Didn’t Luna mention such an individual last night?
“Miss Sparkle, it seems your reputation precedes you.”
>”It does?”
“Luna herself told me about you, mentioning being a “protégé” of Celestia herself. Must be quite the achievement, no?”
>”She did? Wow! I mean, I know I am the Princesses’ top student but still, to hear it from Luna herself…” The enthusiastic pony clears her throat in embarrassment. >“Well, em, I’ll be sure to thank her for the compliment then.”
“She also mentioned… oh, what was the term… oh yes, an “incessant curiosity”.”
>Twilight’s cheeks redden, and she lets out an involuntary squeak.
>”I… um… I suppose I am curious… of course, I’d never annoy or pressure you into answer-“
“It’s alright. I am not so dissimilar from yourself; if you wish to discuss my past world then I’ll be more than happy to do so.”
>Twilight’s ears twitch, before she grins. 
>”Oh, ok then! I’ll be sure, to em, remember that.” 
>You chuckle, before turning to the next stranger, a stark white unicorn with an equally stark mane style.
>”You don’t need to introduce yourself again, darling. You may call me Rarity.”
“Well met, miss Rarity. I can already tell you’re a mare of class.”
>”I see you have an appreciation for- oh sweet Celestia!”
>Startled, you wheel round to see what had set off the unicorn.
“What’s wrong?”
>”What’s wrong? Absolutely nothing, my dear!”
“Then what-“
>”Your surcoat, it’s marvellous! Absolutely marvellous!”
>Your face goes blank as the unicorn starts fawning over your attire.
>”So stylish, yet practical! Tell me, where in Equestria did you acquire such thing?”
“I… well, for a start, it wasn’t in Equestria…”
>”Of, of course. No matter, no matter at all…”
>Rarity begins examining your gauntlets, only adding to your discomfort.
>”Oh no, this will not do at all! You cannot have one arm shielded, and the other with just leather!”
“But… I can’t fight with my sword arm armoured-“
 >”This isn’t about fighting! This is about symmetry!”
>As Rarity continues her “evaluation”, you lock eyes with Rainbow Dash.
“Help.” You whisper, and she stifles a giggle.
>”Yo, Rarity, I think you’re going a bit overboard with Anon here. Guys only just met you, y’know?”
>”Oh… of course. My apologies Anon, sometimes I get a little… enthusiastic.” She says, panting heavily. 
>Enthusiastic? Enthusiastic! Whatever that was, it was not enthusiasm…
>Rarity regains her composure, flicking her hair back into its class-exuding stance.
>”That was rather uncouth of me, Anon. As a token of my apology, I shall devise for you a brand new set of clothes, absolutely free of charge!”
“Er, thank you, I suppose. A change of clothes would be rather appreciated.”
>Behind Rarity, Rainbow Dash appears to be choking on her own laughter, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
>”I, uh, have to see the Princess. Rarity, why don’t you come with me?”
>”Oh, that would be most efficacious! I have this stunning new design for a dress that I’d like her to see…”
>As the duo walks off, you turn back to Solaire, who had been strangely quiet throughout the entire conversation.
“You’ve been awfully qui-“
>You stop mid-sentence, noticing the effort with which he was keeping his mouth shut.
“Will you two just grow up? I wasn’t that amusing.”
>You accusation, like a straw on a camels back, tips your friends over the edge.
>”Not funny? It was… by Gwyn’s beard, you should have seen the look on your face!” Solaire roars, gripping a nearby column for support as laughter rocks his body.
>You angrily turn to Rainbow Dash, who was rolling on the floor in the midst of her fit.
“This is who you choose to keep company with? By the Gods, perhaps meeting you wasn’t a bout of good fortune.”
>Rainbow Dash snorts adorably, before standing up and brushing herself down. 
>”I’m so sorry dude, I really should have warned ya. Rarity is a fashion, whaddya call it, pioneer.”
“F-fashion?”
>”You know, looking pretty in stuff.”
“I really couldn’t tell. Honestly, the hair wasn’t a give away at all.”
>Rainbow Dash giggles again, before coughing. 
>”So, I bet you’re wondering why we’re here.”
“No actually, but take it as your cue to continue.”
>”Hmmph. Anyway, I’m here in Canterlot for a good reason. Y’ever heard of the Wo… actually, that’s a dumb question.”
“The who?”
>”Ok, there’s this group of pegasi called the Wonderbolts. They’re the most awesomest flying team ever!”
>Dash leaps into the air enthusiastically, twirling around above your head.
>”And guess which talented mare is auditioning for them, this afternoon?”
“Hmm, you’ll have to give me a minute to think about… Solaire!” You sarcastically call over your friend, who catches onto your joke.
“I do say Solaire, can you suppose of a pegasus who might be auditioning for a flying troop this very afternoon?”
>”You’ve stumped me, Anon. I can’t think of a single person…”
>The deadpan stare you get from Rainbow Dash is completely worth it.
>”Yeah, real funny. I’m just dying with laughter over here. Well, I guess you two don’t want to come then…”
“No need to be melodramatic. Of course we’ll come, right Solaire?”
>”I don’t see why I couldn’t go.”
“Then its decided!”
>Rainbow Dash beams at you. 
>”Awesome! You’re a pretty cool guy, Anon.”
“As if you’ve told me before.” You retort, a cheerful grin on your face. “Say, I’m about to take another gander round Canterlot. You game?”
>”Sure thing dude! You coming, Solaire?”
>”Actually, I was meant to meeting the Captain of the Guard, who has just returned early from his honeymoon.”
“Of course. Well, best of luck with that. Be sure to fill me in on anything important, later.” You wave him off, before turning back to Rainbow Dash.
>”Anywhere in particular you want to go to?”
“No, not really. I assume you don’t mind, of course?”
>”I should be practising for the tryouts, but… nah, this’ll be much more fun.” She chuckles.
“Lead the way then, Dash.”
>Noticing the way she smiles at her nickname, you follow her out of the palace entrance, down into the streets of Canterlot below.
>”Y’know, you got on so well with Rarity and Twilight that you should meet my other friends!”
“There’s more? Oh dear… this is going to be a long day…”

>After a few hours, you found yourself in what Rainbow Dash had called a “café”, in the centre of the sprawling city. 
>”So, whaddya think of Canterlot?” the mare asks, sloppily eating a bowl of mixed vegetables.
“It’s… quiet. I like that.”
>”Mmhmm.”
“You don’t sound satisfied with that answer.”
>”Nah, its cool. Just thought you’d have a little more to say about it, y’know?”
“Oh, don’t interpret what I said as a lack of enthusiasm. I still appreciate how utterly marvellous this whole situation is. The euphoria is simply wearing off.”
>Rainbow Dash nods slowly, before swallowing.
>”Wait.”
“Hmm?”
>”I haven’t seen you eat anything yet. You didn’t have breakfast, and you refused to order anything here.”
“So?”
>”So? How in the hay are you walkin’ without something to eat for the second day in a row?”
“I’m an undead. We don’t need to eat, although we can if needs be.”
>”Undead? So you’re like a zombie?” she asks, her voice adopting a subtle tone of suspicion. 
“I’m not quite sure what a “zombie” is, but I’m certain it’s an insult. I assure you, I’m perfectly sane.”
>”You don’t look very dead anyway, how do I know you’re not pulling my hoof here?”
>You sigh, before pulling off your right gauntlet, the glowing brand of the darksign exposed for Rainbow Dash to see.
>”What in Tartarus is that!” the startled mare yells, causing every head in the café to swivel round.
“Keep your damn voice down, I get enough deathly stares as it is!” you whisper.
>Rainbow Dash gapes at you, before sitting down, a volcanic blush forming on her face.
>“Heh. Sorry bout that, first time in a while I’ve been spooked.”
 “No need to apologise. Your reaction was positively tame compared to my discovery of this accursed thing…”
>Inside your mind, tantalizing flashes of long lost memories dance at the edge of your vision.
>”Dude!”
“Huh? What?”
>”You just zoned on me, bro, quit trying to scare me!”
“Ah, forgive me. It was foolish to resurface such memories mid-conversation. Now, where was I… oh, yes, the Darksign...”
>You inch your hand towards the mare, who stares down at the glowing ring with a sickened curiosity.
“This is the undead brand. The Darksign. It binds us the bonfires I mentioned last night, drawing us back upon death.”
>”It’s like… glowing… dear Celestia, that’s freaky.”
“You should be thankful it’s glowing. If it was not, we would not be having this conversation.”
>”I don’t follow.”
“When an undead dies, or when a human inflicted with the darksign perishes, they are returned to the nearest focal point of humanity – a bonfire. However, by doing so, they lose everything that made them human. Their souls, and these.”
>You fish a quivering black sprite out of the bottomless box hanging by your belt
“Their humanity.”
>”Whoa… what is that thing…”
>As if on instinct, the mare reaches out of a hoof towards the sprite, and you gently let it rest on her hoof.
“No-one really knows. Our souls are what define us: assuming that is true, then what does our humanity do? All I know is that it’s precious. Men kill for it, die for it, brave the most horrifying battles with unknown companions to acquire it.”
>Your words seem lost on the Pegasus, who is holding the tiny black presence with both cupped hooves.
>”It’s… I’m not sure what I’m feeling, but it’s whacked out…”
>Reaching over, you gently slide the humanity out of her hooves, before placing it in your strongbox.
>”That was… awesome. What happens when you lose that stuff?”
>…
“I’ll wait until a better time to talk about that. It’s a grim subject, for sure.”
>”Huh.”
>Rainbow Dash leans back in her seat, before shaking her head.
>”Uugh, all this talking is making my brain hurt.”
“Shall we go, then?”
>”If you want, dude. We’ve still got a couple of hours until the tryouts.”
“Hmm. Maybe… actually, let’s just meet your other friends and get this over with.”
>”No need to sound so annoyed.” She moans.
“Well, given that so far half of your friends I have met have scared the living daylights out of me, I say that I have every right to be reluctant.”
>”C’mon, it won’t be that bad. I’m sure you’ll get on just fine with them. Although…” 
>She snickers.
>”That whole “not eating food” thing is going to go down really badly with Pinkie Pie.”
“Oh joy. Ah well, no point waiting around. I’m ready to meet them.”
>”That’s good, because they’re right behind ya!”
“Oh you little bit-“
>Before you can finish your insult, a flurry of pink obstructs your vision.
>”Heya! My name’s Pinkie Pie!” squeals the aptly named pony, as she bounces up and down.
“Er, hello. I am Anonymous-“
>”Oh, you’re Anonymous? That’s cool! It’s so mysterious and stuff! Hey, did your parents choose that name? I’ll have to meet them! Not before I throw you a Welcome to Equestria party! What’s your favourite flavour of cupcakes?”
“I… er, it’s good to meet you?”
>”Pinkie, quit being so… yourself!”
>”Oh, sorry Dashie! Guess I got too excited again.” Pinkie giggles. “Anyway, you didn’t answer my question Nonny!”
“Well… I’m not entirely sure what a cupcake is…” As the words leave your mouth, you realise the gravity of your mistake. 
>”What? You’ve never ever ever had a cupcake, ever?”
“No, I hav-“
>You choke as Pinkie forces a hoof-full of a sickly sweet mixture into your mouth.
>”Eat it! You gotta! It’ll be the best thing you’ve ever tasted! Do it!”
“Can’t… breathe…” you wheeze, desperately thumping your chest as the “cupcake” sticks in your throat.
>”Gosh darnit Pinkie! Anon, jus’ stay still, alright?”
>Before you can reply to the owner of the strange voice, a hoof slams into your back.
>You cough up the accursed sweet, spraying crumbs over the table. By now, not only was every pony in the café staring at you, but every passing pony in the street was watching intently.
>After you take a few deep breaths, you fixate your attention on Pinkie Pie, who had adopted a meek grin of embarrassment.
>”So, uh, you don’t like the cupcakes…?” you asks, her cheesy grin growing wider.
>”Sorry about that, ‘Non. Pinkie Pie don’t know when enough hospitality is enough.” Says the orange pony. “And sorry fer hittin’ y’in the back like that.”
“It’s quite alright… thanks for not letting me choke. That would have been a terrible way to go…”
>”You… you alright?” Pinkie Pie asks, a hint of sadness lining her smile.
“I’m alright, but if you keep shoving things down my throat then we’re not going to get along. And I seriously advise not getting on my bad side.”
>”Um… sorry, I guess…” she whispers, tears forming in the corner of her eye.
>You sigh, before turning back to the orange pony. 
“I suppose now would be a good time to introduce ourselves.” You extend your hand out. “Anonymous.”
>”Applejack.” She replies, shaking your hoof with earnest. “Mighty pleased t’meet ya. An’ don’t mind Pinkie, she’s just tryin’ to be friendly. Y’ain’t the first to get mad at her.”
“Well met, Applejack.” She tips her hat in respect, and you turn back to Pinkie.
“Look, I apologise for my outburst, but you’ve got to understand that I’m not used to such forwardness. Please, stop crying.”
>She sniffles, before smiling slightly. “Would you still attend a Pinkie Pie welcome party?”
“Of course-“
>Suddenly, your chest is squeezed as tight as possible, as the pink pony wraps you in a vice-like hug.
>”Woohoo! Thank you thank you thank you thank you-“
>”Hey Pinkie, why don’tcha go meet up with Twilight and Rarity? I’m sure they’ve got some super important job for you. Or something.”
>”Good idea Dashie! Cya later, Nonny!” Pinkie Pie squeals as she bounces off down the cobblestone road.
>Applejack snorts in contempt, before tipping her hat once more.
>”Ah better follow her, make sure she don’t get in any trouble. Nice meetin’ ya, Anon.”
“It was a pleasure, Applejack.”
>As the orange mare follows the still-gyrating Pinkie Pie, you turn back to Rainbow Dash.
“Say, weren't there three acquaintances I was supposed to meet?”
>”Yeah, but there’s not a chance in Tartarus that you’ll meet Fluttershy.”
“Who?”
>As if in response, you her a faint squeak of surprise… or is it fear?
>From behind a table a pink and yellow blur shoots off down the street, leaving a wake of confusion.
“Did… did I do something wrong?”
>”Nah dude. She lives up to her name, that’s for sure. Just give it time, she’ll warm up to ya.”
“Are you sure? I mean, if I’ve offended her in any way-“
>”Nah, she’s just not good around ponies… or humans. You didn’t honestly expect to be instantly liked by everp0ny, didya now?”
“Well, no, but… ah, forget it.”
>”Ok dude. Wanna come to the park and watch me practise?”
“I don’t see why not. Just don’t forget about your tryout.”
>”Pffh, I’m not going to forget about that anytime soon. Now, just follow me…”

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