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// Epilogue: Uneasiness 
// Story: Blood Runs Cold 
// by Silence_EXE 
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Princess Luna was nervous. For what reason, she could not comprehend. It had started off as a feeling that something wasn't right that morning and had developed into a feeling of wrongness.

"Hmmmmm..." she hummed, tapping a hoof on the ground.

She walked over to the window and stared out. The sky was sunny, with no sign of clouds. There was nothing wrong with Canterlot as of the moment. The city was entirely normal, the same ponies walking around doing the same activities. But the feeling of uneasiness kept eating at her.

"Gaaaaaaahhh, this is beginning to annoy me!" she said in exasperation.

"Princess?" a timid-looking herald asked, sticking his head through the door.

"Yes?" asked Luna, not bothering to turn around.

"Princess Celestia needs to see you. She stated it was a matter of immense importance," the herald said.

"Immense importance, you say. What could possibly be of importance at this time?" replied Luna, sighing.

"It had something to do with video recordings found by a stallion known as Silence.EXE," the herald said, his tone neutral.

Luna paused at this. Why did that name seem familiar to her? She shook off the feeling of Deja Vu and turned towards the herald.

"Video Recordings of what kind?" she asked.

The herald looked confused at the question.

"Of someplace called the GrimDark universe," he said. "I didn't understand it at the time."

Luna froze. The feeling of uneasiness turned to dread.

"Tell my sister that I will be there as soon as I possibly can," she said, urgently.

The herald looked at Luna, concerned.

"Yes, Princess," he said, bowing and excusing himself from the room.

Luna walked to the window again. She looked out at the streets of Canterlot. Her expression looked worried.

"If what I believe occurred has occurred, it could be disastrous for Equestria. Let us hope this is something minor," she said to herself reassuringly. However, the feeling of dread simply grew.

'But what if it isn't..." she thought gloomily. 

She began to pack her saddlebags.


END OF BOOK 1