A few nights later, Luna, again, popped into the colt's dream. She took the form of herself, and flew high in the sky. She came, this time, with the knowledge of who the colt was, but still didn't know his name. The colt was in the Baltimare hospital, unconscious for days. Normally he would have been left for dead, but the hospital was experimenting on him. They were forcing water and nutrients past his epiglottis, but they assumed he was too brain damaged to ever recover. His health was getting worse, and though they said he was a fighter, it was doubtful he would last much longer. Luna's thought was that she could wake him.
Luna circled above the forest beneath her. It was night here, but the full moon shown as brightly as her sister's sun. The colt would never know what insult his subconscious bore her.
Luna spotted rustling in the forest, and could feel the colt's presence there. She flew down to where he was. The earth pony was making slow progress, cutting through the undergrowth with a machete.
Luna walked up behind the colt, and touched her horn to the ground, casting a spell. In front of him, undergrowth moved to the side or shriveled into brown dust. The colt's path had been cleared.
The colt dropped his machete to the ground and faced Princess Luna. "Why are you here? Is your purpose to torment me? Your highness, is this how you entertain yourself, to hound the dreams of lowly peons? Or are you a part of myself, seeking just vengeance for a crime I can't remember?"
Luna stood regally, unmoved by his outburst. She lowered her head and bowed before him. The colt wouldn't recognize it, but it was a bow she would give to the ruler of a foreign land, or expect from a visiting ruler. "In this land, you are King. However, before you command me away, I bring a message you must hear." She paused for dramatic effect. "You are dying, and if you don't wake up, you will soon be dead."
The colt stared at her looking for any sign of deceit. He looked at his front hooves, then collapsed into the dirt, which was, then, mud, then, dirt again. "I know. I've known. I don't want to die. I completed those ledgers. I know of those who need me, and those who I owe much. I can't abandon them. Princess, are you here to help me, to make me whole again?"
Luna considered. In her heart she had nothing but sympathy for the damaged colt, and had some idea of what she could do to help him. She stepped forward, and with the colt beside her, she pressed her horn against the recently formed dirt path. As if it was flesh with a blade being drawn against it, the path split open. Water gushed out from underneath and soon the whole forest was sinking.