More from Chapter 8 · 11:46am Jan 21st, 2013

Here's another quick lil' excerpt for ya:

The darkness of the shed faded away, replaced with an infinite void of nothingness and potential. Luna visualized the dream forming in front of and slightly below her, a swirling sphere of color that was dominated by a very familiar shade of purple. As the connection was strengthened, it grew in size as if she were descending toward it. It gave her the odd sensation of déjà vu again as it reminded her of the view from her Moon, looking down on the world. She was just beginning to hear the muffled and distorted sounds from the dream when Luna was struck by that same feeling she had felt just before Celestia’s attack. It was almost like the feeling of being watched, or at least the feeling that she wasn’t alone in the void between the waking world and dreams. Luna wasn’t sure of what she was doing, or how she might be doing it, but somehow she looked over her metaphysical shoulder.
The void was less empty than usual, much less empty.
Dreams—thousands of them, each a swirling sphere of color—were clumped together tightly in a mound the size of a mountain. The colors from each one flowed into the next, creating twisting eddies and whirlpool-like formations of dream realities. More spheres sprang into existence as she watched and fused with the pile, increasing its size. On the top of the mound perched a being of terrific proportions. Luna couldn’t make out the details, as it appeared darker and blacker than the surrounding void. She could only just make out its hawk-like outline against the bright dreams and its glowing eyes. It had wings that must spread wider than the Castle grounds, its talons were thicker than jousting lances and its beak looked like it could swallow a dragon whole. But the worst were its eyes. They glowed an unhealthy yellow color and burned with a mad fire like dying stars. And they were looking for something.