//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 - A Friendship is Forged // Story: Trapped in Equestria - The Spirit of Fire // by Tropic_Turd //------------------------------// Chapter 2 - A Friendship is Forged “Do we really need all these books?” Creuset asked while he walked down the dark hallways of the abandoned castle’s dungeon. They had previously stopped in the library before heading deeper into the castle’s dungeon. “Why of course,” Lavender answered while she applied the Band-Aids Creuset gave him on her cuts and scratches. “How else am I going to teach how to be a proper pony without the necessary tools.” Aside from his companion, he was also carrying about twenty books on his back. The books were by pilfered from the castle’s extensive library by Lavender. “And how are these books going to help us?” Creuset asked. “Books are the foundation of knowledge. Knowledge which I must pass on to you as a teacher,” Lavender explained while dusting one of the books. “Besides, I think you really need this since I am certain that you weren’t a pony in your past life.” “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Creuset said as he adjusted the brightness of a lamp that he took from the library. His telekinetic controls are still a bit stiff but Lavender told him that this is quite normal considering Creuset’s inexperience in using it. “So where are you going exactly,” Lavender asked as she leaned on the pile of books balanced on Creuset’s back. “I found a map of the castle while we were at the library,” Creuset answered. “And if I’m right, we should be arriving by the castle’s armory any minute now.” Lavender’s ears perked up. “The castle armory?” She scratched her chin while she thought about it. “Ah I see, so you plan to search for supplies and equipment that might help us. That’s quite clever of you.” “Yeah, thanks,” Creuset replied. “I also wanted to find a place when I can rest, cause this load is really heavy.” “Well these are big books you know,” Lavender explained. “I wasn’t talking about the books,” Creuset chuckled lightly. Lavender took a book and lightly whacked Creuset at the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?” Creuset asked. “I’m not that heavy you idiot,” Lavender growled. Creuset rubbed the back of his head with a free hoof. “Okay, okay, jeez,” He said. “It was just a joke.” “Jokes are supposed to be funny!” Lavender explained. “Well then, I that makes you a joke” Creuset replied. Lavender responded with another light whack. “Okay, stop it and I’ll stop as well,” Creuset pleaded. “I’m just trying to lighten things up. I mean, I almost died trying to haul your ass into safety a while ago. I really meant no disrespect.” Lavender looked down in shame. She had thought that she was of little help to Creuset since they had first met. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. Creuset didn’t reply, he just continued walking in silence. “I barely helped you in the fight against the timber wolf. I was just a burden holding you down,” Lavender began to weep. “What do you mean you barely helped,” Lavender saw a handkerchief float towards her. “From what I saw, we both nearly got ourselves killed while trying to fight off that thing. Hell, you almost got burned alive because of my carelessness.” “Creuset…” Lavender was moved by her companion’s words. She took the handkerchief and began wiping her tears. “Lavender.” “Yes?” “Unicorns only get Mana Fatigue if they force themselves to cast magic if they don’t have any mana right?” Creuset asked. “Yes,” Lavender answered. “Why do you ask?” “What are the other things that could happen if a unicorn experiences Mana Fatigue?” Creuset asked. “You know, aside from vomiting and fainting.” Lavender was getting worried with these questions she’s being asked. “Well, the effects of Mana Fatigue vary from pony to pony, but the more you experience it in quick succession the more you run the risk of… killing yourself.” “Lavender, if we ever get in a situation where I’m wounded and you’re out of mana,” Creuset gulped. “I want you to leave me to bleed out, I don’t ever want you to experience that again,” He said, remembering what happened to his companion when she pushed herself past her limit. “But-” “No, buts!” Creuset interrupted her. “And that’s the end of this, got it?” Lavender hesitated to give her answer. “Got it.” Creuset sighed. “Okay, now let’s lighten up and relax. I’ve had far too much stress for today already.” Lavender finished wiping her tears. “Okay,” She said. She then folded the handkerchief and tucked into the sleeve pocket of Creuset’s jacket. “Thanks for the hanky by the way,” “Where’d you get that?” Creuset asked Lavender. “What?” “The handkerchief, Lavender. Where’d you get it?” “You gave it to me.” “No I didn’t,” Creuset replied, taking the handkerchief off the pocket and giving it a look. “I’ve never given you this. I don’t even own this.” “Don’t be silly Creuset,” Lavender chuckled nervously. “If this isn’t yours, then who handed it to me.” Creuset began to sweat profusely. “Lavender…” “Yes?” Lavender whimpered. “Are… a-are there ghosts in this world?” Creuset asked her. A gust of wind suddenly blew off the light of Creuset’s lamp. “Run!” Lavender screamed. “Just run!” Creuset ran fast, faster than he had ever gone in the 2 hours he had spent on the world of Equestria. In fact, he ran so fast almost half of the books Lavender had were lost. But she didn’t mind. She just told Creuset to go faster. They eventually reached a dead end. Lavender casted a luminosity spell that made an orb of light glow on the tip of her horn. The light illuminated the barrier, it was a pair of large dark oaken double doors. Creuset tried to open it but it wouldn’t budge. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” He muttered as he repeatedly tried to know the door down by bashing it with his front hooves. Lavender struggled to maintain balance on the back of the panicking stallion. “Creuset, calm down!” She said as she grabbed onto his head. “Heel boy, heel!” Creuset somehow managed to calm down. “Why the fuck, do ghosts have to exist in every plane of existence,” He said while hyperventilating. “Easy Creuset, easy…. I think it gave up on following us,” Lavender said while rubbing her companion’s mane. Creuset’s panic attack eventually subsided. Holy shit! Those calming techniques actually work. Lavender thought. Creuset looked up at the massive oak double door in front of him. “I think this is it,” He said as he placed a hoof at the door. “This must be the armory. But how do we bust this thing down.” Lavender began pilling what books she had left in front of her. “Move back twenty paces, I have an idea.” Creuset did as he was told and moved backwards. “What do I do?” He asked. Lavender smiled. “I want you to burn that door down,” She ordered. “But we might-” “Do you want ghosts to catch up to us!” Lavender interrupted before taking cover in her makeshift book shield. Creuset immediately fired a burst of fire from his horn. The resulting impact resulted in an explosion that sent a tempest of smoke flying towards the two. Creuset coughed as he wiped the smoke away from his face. “Did it work?” Lavender took a peek from her spot. She adjusted her light orb and formed a flashlight-like cone of luminescence. “No,” She sighed in disappointment. “I think it has some sort of enchantment.” “Rats!” Creuset grunted He then felt a ghastly presence approaching from all directions. “Did you-” “Yes, I feel it too,” Lavender replied. “Creuset I think-” “You’re not gonna take me alive!” Creuset roared while he fired a large and steady stream of red hot fire at the door. “Creuset stop! You’re going to-” Creuset increase the intensity of his attack eventually reaching his limit. His horn once again stopped sending out fire and began emitting sparks instead. “What in the!” Lavender looked at Creuset’s glowing, red hot horn. “You just overheated your horn idiot!” She sighed in disappointment. “Now you won’t be able to do anything with it. Not even telekinesis.” “What do you mean it overheated?” Creuset asked in panic as he felt the encroaching presence of the ghosts. “I’ll explain it late if we get out of here alive,” Lavender replied. Come on Lavender! Think of something! She then remembered something her mentor thought her. Remember, Lavender. There’s always a way to solve a fight without violence. Speak before you strike “What do we do now?” Creuset asked Lavender. Lavender took a deep breath. “I shall speak before I decide to strike!” Creuset cocked his eyebrow in confusion. “Lavender, this is no time for poetics!” Lavender cleared her throat. “Spirits of the damned! I implore you to reveal yourselves,” She ordered. Creuset just rolled his eyes. “Now this! This is how we die.” A dark and menacing silhouette with bright yellow eyes appeared in front of the door. “Who dares trespass into her majesty’s adobe!” Suddenly, more dark figures appeared around them. There are now about eight of them in total. A cold chill ran down Creuset’s spine. “Lavender,” He whispered. “I think we should just-” “I am Lavender Oil, fourth child and only daughter of Baron Diesel!” Lavender announced herself. “I serve her majesty, Princess Celestia as her seventh handmaiden and I have been dispatched by the Spirit of Friendship herself on a mission,” She said as she glared at the ghostly apparition. Creuset eye’s widened. What the hell is she talking about? Wait did she just say she’s a noble. And who’s this Celestia? His head began to ache as more and more questions popped up in his head. “I therefore require access to the castle’s armory to acquire weapons and supplies to aid me in my quest,” Lavender explained. “Do you have proof of your claim as a handmaiden of her majesty?” The dark figure asked. Lavender searching for something in her robe’s pockets. “Hold on, just give me a second to-” She took out her journal and drew something wedged between its pages. “Here, this is my ID,” She handed the ID to the figure using her magic. “Lavender… I don’t think ghosts can-” “You speak truly, Lady Lavender!” The Dark figure interrupted. “I apologize for my rude behavior,” It said while it and the other figures bowed. Lavender withdrew her ID and tucked it back in her journal. The darkness the mysterious figure disappeared and revealed it to be a young unicorn stallion wearing dressed in silver armor. The darkness enshrouding the other figures withdrew as well revealing an assortment of unicorns wearing similar sets of armor. “Appology accepted, guardspony,” Lavender replied. “But, but… How!?” Creuset uttered before Lavender held his mouth shut with her magic. “I apologize for my companion’s uncouth behavior. He’s been in a lot of stress lately,” Lavender apologized. “Now if you please,” she said while gesturing a hand towards the door. The eight guards positioned themselves in front of the wall. They then pushed the massive double doors open. After they were finished, they turned to face and salute the two ponies. “We wish you luck in your quest my lady,” The young unicorn stallion said while saluting. Lavender saluted them as she stood on top of her companion. Creuset also saluted out of formality. And with their task done, the ghosts of the fallen guards of the Two Royal sisters faded away into the darkness one by one. Creuset and Lavender silently entered the abandoned armory. “Were those really ghosts?” Creuset asked. “Yes,” Lavender answered as she hopped off Creuset’s back. “They used to guard this old castle until Nightmare Moon killed them all off.” “Who’s Nightmare Moon?” Creuset asked. Lavender suddenly remembered Creuset’s lack of knowledge. “Sorry, I forgot you’re new to this world,” She apologized. “I’ll explain it to you some time later.” “If you say so,” Creuset replied. He scanned the dark and empty room. There were shelves, armor stands, weapon racks and storage chests that were all empty. It seems that all of the usable equipment had already been removed by the former occupants when they left. Or that’s what Creuset thought until he noticed a shining piece of metal in the corner of the room illuminated by Lavender’s light. Lavender noticed her companion walking off. “Hey where are you going?” She asked. Creuset picked up the object from the ground and blew the dust off of it. “Hey Lavender. I think I found something.” Lavender walked towards Creuset. “What is it?” She asked. Creuset turned to face her and showed off his find. “It’s a really large knife,” He said as he handed her the weapon. Lavender inspected it. “This is a dagger idiot,” She said. The said dagger had a white ivory handle and a silver plated steel blade. It was also quite big for a dagger. The user was probably as big as Creuset, probably even bigger. It was probably used by the night guards since silver weapons are used against creatures of the night. “Well it looks like a sword now that you’re holding it,” Creuset grinned. Lavender glared at Creuset. “Do you want to get cut?” She said as she pointed the dagger at him. Creuset let out a mock expression of fear. “Whoa! Easy there kiddo, that ain’t a toy!” “Why you little…” Lavender sighed. “Can you just cut it out!” “Sure,” Creuset replied. “But are regular mares really that small?” Lavender blushed in embarrassment. “No,” She said with her head hung low. Creuset rubbed her head. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of Lavender,” he told her. “If you’re feeling bad about it, just think of this. If the sky begins to fall, we tall ponies will be the ones to die first.” Lavender chuckled a bit. “Thanks Creuset,” She smiled. “I feel a bit better now,” “Feeling a bit better doesn’t change the fact that you’re still small though,” Creuset roared with laughter. Lavender slapped him with the handle of the dagger. “You jerk!” Creuset staggered backwards and fell on the floor. “Okay, okay I’ll stop,” He said as he stood back up. “I’m just trying to see which mood fits you better.” Lavender snarled at him. “And?” “And I found out you’re cute either way!” Creuset said with a smile. “Though I prefer it if you were happy instead of annoyed cause I don’t want to get smacked every five minutes!” “I’m not cute!” Lavender growled. Creuset found it hard not to laugh. “Sure you aren’t,” Creuset chuckled. He settled the books down on the floor and sat down. “Tell me something, why’d you left your home and job?” Lavender sat down in front of him and cocked an eyebrow in confusion. “Because I was told to find you,” She answered. “That’s not what I meant,” Creuset replied. “What is the reason why you’d run away from society and risk your life just because some mysterious spirit told you to.” Lavender opened her mouth but couldn’t give and answer. She kept thinking, but she couldn’t find an explanation why she’d do it. Creuset stared at her. “Surely you have a reason why’d you do something as drastic as that.” Lavender found her answer when she reflected on her life on Canterlot. “Life is… very monotonous.” “Hmm?” Creuset was intrigued. “Being one of Celestia’s handmaidens. The life of a servant,” She explained. “It’s just so plain, so boring, so…” “Repetative?” Creuset said. “Yes… repetitive,” Lavender sighed. “Anyway, who’s this Celestia you’ve been talking about?” Creuset asked. “From how the ghosts reacted when they found out you work for her, I guess she’s very important.” “Important?” Lavender laughed much to Creuset’s confusion. “Celestia being ‘important’ is the very definition of an understatement.” Creuset cocked an eyebrow. “Is she some sort of God?” “Sort of,” Lavender answered. “To some she’s a goddess, but the majority of Equestrians consider her our sovereign monarch who has ruled over us for more than a millennium.” Creuset was skeptical but he played along. “So you’re saying she’s an immortal ruler?” Lavender nodded. “Yes. And I had the privilege of being one of her students,” She said with pride. “And I was given the great honor of working as one of her eight personal assistants!” “Which I guess is a… boring honor?” Creuset asked. “Yeah,” Lavender’s sighed. “We’re just basically over glorified maids. Though I also serve as the royal family’s personal apothecary.” “What’s that?” Creuset asked. “I make potions and medicines for Celestia and the royal family,” Lavender replied. “I see,” Creuset said. “Wouldn’t she be worried that you ran away?” “I left a note the night I ran away,” Lavender said. “What about your parent?” He asked. “Well… I just hope they ask Princess Celestia before they do anything drastic,” She answered. “Alright that’s enough, its my turn to ask questions,” Lavender said as she leaned forward. “What was your world like?” “I don’t know,” Creuset answered. “I can’t remember anything; I don’t even know if Creuset is my real name.” “Really?” Lavender asked. “But, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a pony back then,” Creuset held his hooves in front of his face. “When I first came to this world, the first thing I found off were these. I’m pretty sure they used to be something else.” “Interesting…” Lavender scratched her chin while she stared at Creuset. The stallion suddenly remembered something important. “Hey Lavender.” “Yes?” “Can you tell me anything about the weird tattoo on my ass.” Lavender laughed. “What’s so funny?” Creuset asked. “That’s not a tattoo, Creuset. That’s a Cutie Mark,” Lavender explained. “It symbolizes a ponies talents and characteristics.” “So my talent is supposed to be forging?” Creuset said while looking at his cutie mark. “Hey can you lift up your robe so I can see your cutie mark?” Lavender’s face turned beet red. She took one of the books beside Creuset and used it to slap him. “Ow!” Creuset yelped as he wiped the blood off of his lips. Lavender may be small but she had one hell of a swing. “What the hell was that for.” Lavender then realized what she’d done. “Oh my! I’m so sorry I didn’t-” “You didn’t what,” Creuset glared at the small mare. Lavender looked at Creuset’s fiery light brown eyes and moved back a little. “Well you see… asking a mare to lift her clothes is a very perverse action,” She explained. “I acted on instinct when I hit you. Sorry about that.” Creuset found her reasoning as solid as a brick. “I understand. Sorry for that…” He said as he scratched the back of his head. Lavender took out her journal. “I made a sketch of it though,” She opened her journal and showed him a sketch of an Erlenmeyer Flask with a Lavender flower inside of it. “Nice,” Creuset commented. “You must be really good with potions.” While they were sitting down, Creuset noticed something not far behind Lavender. There was an anvil and a forge not far from where they were. Creuset stood up and walked towards it. Lavender stood up as well and followed him. “Hey! Wait up,” She called him. It was a small forge with all the basic equipment needed by a blacksmith. Creuset noticed a large book which he picked up and dusted with the sleeve of his jacket. “Oh! A book,” Lavender said as she snatched the book from him. “Hey!” Creuset complained. Lavender opened and flipped the pages of the book. “It’s a weapons catalogue with instruction,” She said. “Fascinating. I can probably get a replacement for my sabre now.” “Your sabre?” Creuset raised an eyebrow. Lavender’s then remembered why she lost her sabre. “The sabre that I broke while fighting off the timber wolves,” She said in a low tone while she placed the book on top of the anvil. Creuset can see the sadness in his companion’s eyes as she looked down. “Lavender, I want to ask you something again.” Lavender turned to face Creuset. “What is it?” Creuset took a deep breath. “When I was in the forest, I heard screams. Not just coming from one pony but from a group of them. Do you…” He trailed off. Lavender sighed. “They were a travelling merchant band I tagged along with,” She said as her eyes moistened. “They were good ponies, they sang, ate and travelled together and now they’re all dead. Killed by those wretched fiends!” “Lavender…” Creuset said as he took the handkerchief she found and wiped her tears away with it. “There were too many, Creuset. More than a dozen. I used up all my strength, wits and equipment to finish off the regulars. My sabre broke and I depleted most of my mana. I tried to save my friends but the alpha killed off those poor ponies,” Lavender gritted her teeth. “Before I ran away I jammed my lance into that bastard’s eye!” Creuset pulled Lavender closed and hugged her tightly with his head resting on her mane. “It’s okay now Lavender,” He reassured her. “I’ve made sure the alpha won’t hurt other ponies ever again,” He said while brushing Lavender’s frazzled mane with his hooves. Lavender then began to cry. She buried her face on Creuset’s chest staining his jacket with her tears. Ugh! This is so… cheesy! Creuset thought as he blushed. Still, she took down almost took down an entire pack of wolves with blade and magic. He reflected on her words. She must be one hell of a fighter as well. Lavender then withdrew from Creuset and wiped her eyes and glasses with her stained robes. “Feeling better?” Creuset asked. Lavender sniffed and nodded. “Yeah… Creuset.” “Yes?” Creuset replied. Lavender smiled. “Thank you… I really needed that.” “Your welcome,” Creuset said as he took the weapons catalogue. “I think I’ll try to make a new sabre for you. I mean, my talent’s forging after all,” He then paused when he remembered something. One, he didn’t have materials to make a sabre. Two, even though it was his talent, he didn’t actually know how to forge weapons. And three, did he really need to make her a new sabre. While Creuset was still zoning out, Lavender hauled some stuff she found lying around. “Hey Creuset, I found these over by the shelves over there. It looked like they only took valuable items and just left the raw and unfinished materials.” Creuset finally snapped out of his pause. “Huh, what!” He looked at Lavender. “Oh… yeah.” Lavender smiled. “Look, they even left a finished cavalry sabre handle so all we need now is a new blade.” Creuset gulped. “Uh, listen… Lavender, I don’t actually know how to-” Lavender took a book from the book pile not far from where they were and held it out in front of Creuset’s face. “I took this one from the library because I thought it would suit your talents.” Creuset grabbed the book and read the title. It reads as follows: Stellar Stormforge’s Beginners Guide for Magical Forging. “This is convenient,” he said as he began reading it. The stallion dropped his saddlebags, rolled up the sleeve of his jacket and prepared to get to work by igniting the forge. Creuset watched as the flames danced elegantly. Lavender went through her friend’s bags and found what she was looking for. “I’ll go and prepare dinner while you work,” she took out one of the MRE’s in his bag. Lavender prepared the food on a bench beside the forge while Creuset set it to work. He worked while simultaneously reading both books. Creuset found it hard to believe he could do such a thing, but little did he know it was actually quite common for his kind. It usually takes quite a bit of time to forge a proper weapon… if you don’t have magic like a filthy mudpony! It took him no more than forty minutes to finish and attach the blade to its handle. “Done!” Lavender took the sabre and began testing its performance. “Not bad for your first try! It’s a very fine blade,” She said. Creuset smiled. “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without you.” Lavender set the sword aside. “Anyway, your meal got cold,” She said. “I hope you like cold beans.” Creuset ate his meal which was not as bad as he expected. “Hey, Lavender. I got a question.” Lavender who was writing another entry to her journal, stopped and replied. “What is it Creuset?” “Why does my horn get hot when I use it too much,” He asked. “Ah yes, horn overheating,” Lavender said while she closed her journal and set it aside. “You know that’s a really common problem for fire mages and wizards.” “It is?” Creuset asked as he faced the mare. “Yeah it’s common for those who cast luminous fire which is the most common type of fire spell,” Lavender answered. “This type of fire is produced when the ‘burning’ of mana isn’t efficient producing a bright yellow fire and since the combustion is inefficient you use a lot of mana to keep the fire going.” She explained. “And the more the mana flowing through your horn, the hotter your horn gets until you get to the point where you can’t cast anything.” “So…” He replied as he tried to take all of the information in. “…how do I fix this problem?” “You don’t,” She answered. “You know there’s a reason why there’s almost no fire specialists. Most prefer to cast bolts of light and magic because it doesn’t require a lot of mana and it’s almost as, and is sometimes more effective than fire magic.” “Okay…” He replied. “How do you know so much about this stuff?” “My father was an officer of a squadron of siege unicorns,” Lavender explained. “Siege unicorns are basically unicorns that specialize in highly destructive spells that are used to take down and dismantle fortifications. His squadron was composed of fire specialists.” “Alright moving on!” Creuset replied. “Is there a… style of casting that could decrease the amount of heat my horn gets?” “You can attempt perfect combustion,” Lavender answered. “Uhh… can you explain… please?” Creuset asked politely. “I only know one pony who could do this and she was a teacher at my old school that once served alongside my father,” Lavender answered. “I don’t really know the details on how to cast it because she refused to teach it to me some reason. But I know it involves turning luminous yellow fire into non-luminous blue fire.” She explained. “This ‘blue’ fire burns mana efficiently and thus only needs a small amount of it to be casted. She says it’s very hard to cast though.” “And this teacher of yours lives where exactly?” Creuset asked. “She used to live in Canterlot, but he moved out when I was like… eight,” Lavender answered. “But I’m sure she’ll be delighted to meet you if she ever had the chance,” She said. “And why is that exactly?” The stallion asked. “Why would she be interested in a nobody.” “You burned down an entire forest before your horn overheated and it seems like you’ve barely used any of your mana,” Lavender explained as she frowned at Creuset’s last statement. “You’re not a nobody, and I’m very sure she’ll teach you perfect combustion just to see how long it takes for your mana to burn out.” Creuset then thought of something when he saw Lavender’s sabre and dagger laid out beside her. “Lavender, I need your dagger. I have an idea.” Lavender didn’t question it and just handed him the weapon. “Just don’t cut yourself,” She said before opening her journal continued writing. Creuset took it and began searching for something in the empty shelves. It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for, leather straps. “Perfect,” He smiled as he took them to a nearby crafting bench. Using the knife and his magic, he was able to turn the leather straps into a sword belt that could hold both the dagger and sabre Lavender has. “Oh she is going to love this.” Creuset quietly approached Lavender who was busy writing her journal entry for the day. He tried to take a peek but Lavender immediately closed the journal when she felt his presence. “Can you give a mare some privacy,” Lavender turned her head and gave a disapproving look at her friend. “Sorry about that,” Creuset apologized. “Anyway, I made you this!” He said as he handed her the sword belt. Lavender squealed with delight as she took the gift. “Creuset, this is… I-” Creuset placed a hoof at Lavender’s mouth. “I know… I know,” he said. “Now try it on.” Lavender stood up and wore the belt. It was a perfect fit. And to her surprise, it also had a slot for the dagger. “Thank you, Creuset! I will forever treasure this.” Creuset smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.” Lavender sat down and yawned. “It’s getting late,” She said, removing her damaged glasses and setting them aside. “I’m going to sleep. How about you?” Creuset sat down on a bench in the opposite side of the forge and took one of the books. “I’ll stay up for a while,” He said. “I’m gonna do some advance reading. You should get some sleep, it’s been a long day.” “Yeah!” Lavender replied as she lied down on her bench. “I’ve had a very long day and…” “And?” “Thank you!” Lavender said. “For protecting me from the timber wolf, saving me from certain death, treating my wounds, crafting me a new sabre and crafting me a belt,” She said as she yawned and closed her eyes. “Just be sure to return the favor okay!” He said as he yawned as well. “I’ll be sure to do it!” She replied as she smiled. “Good night!” “Yeah, Good Night!” He said as he read the title of the book. It reads: A Comprehensive Guide to Unicorn Physiology and Magic by Clover the Clever. “This is going to be a long night.”