The griffon king screws up. He found an ancient artifact, and ended up summoning a very strange creature into the magical world of Equis. Lucky for him, the creature was in a coma. After a year, the creature starts to stir, and the king decides it would be a good Idea for a lonely griffon by the name of Gilda to show this creature around its new world.

(A first person fic focusing on a tracuer, somebody who does Parkour or Freerunning, and his journey through the politically hostile land of Equestria, and its surrounding Nations. A fair warning, it is a strong possibility that there will be a few grammar mistakes, but I will do my best to minimize that. Please comment, and critique. I welcome both positive, and negative view points, and please enjoy.)

Princess Luna, carrying out her normal duties of watching over the dreams of her subjects, comes across one of a more intimate variety. Normally unfazed by such dreams, this one embarrasses her into leaving quickly. Despite her decision to never think about the dream again—like always—she can't help but remember a single detail from it. A detail so strange she feels the need to talk to the dreamer about it. Unfortunately, she doesn't know who the dreamer was.

Awkwardness ensues.

For more story, read: One Day in the Life of Princess Celestia
For more awkward comedy (and story), read: Everypony Knows About the Wet Dream