//------------------------------// // 7 - Seventh Dawn // Story: Twilight Over Thanalan // by tom117z //------------------------------// Twilight and her new friend soon set off from Drybone. The walk had been an almost comedic affair of the heavily-armoured man shuffling her awkwardly up and through the tunnels, trying to hide her from the eyes of other people with his bulk. In Twilight’s humble assessment, he had been less than successful in keeping her hidden, if the weird looks the duo had been getting from the flames was any indication. Once they were free of the settlement, their pace increased dramatically. A series of paths had been worn into the dirt and sand from years of foot traffic, and it was one of these that the duo followed to the south. In the daylight sun, Twilight briefly glanced back over her shoulder to be afforded a view of something she had not noticed when coming in. To the north of Drybone, barely visible in the distance, was a colossal coil of twisted, glowing orange crystals. Large chunks of stone, many of which were brining with grass or trees, were speared upon the various flowing spikes of the mineral mass. It almost looked to Twilight like an aerial vortex left in the wake of a speeding projectile made solid. “What is that?” she had asked, enthralled by the impressive sight. “The Burning Wall,” the warrior had said simply, his brow furrowing. “Oh… okay?” Alas, Thancred’s assessment that the warrior was a man of few words was proving infuriatingly true. She still hadn’t figured out his name, for Celestia’s sake! If only he wasn’t so fixated on keeping his eyes on the road ahead of them. Unfortunately, she’d have to bear it for the time being. And it wasn’t like there weren’t other things to pique the alicorn’s interest. The previously mentioned spire of amber crystal was a start, but hey, she was in a whole other world! As terrifying a prospect as that remained, science wasn’t going to wait on her account. As it turned out, she’d have plenty of time to take notes as the journey wound up taking several days to complete. The road they were following weaved through mesas and narrow valleys, affording Twilight more than enough opportunity to study their surroundings and, where possible, ask questions about what she was seeing. The warrior summarized some of what he knew, though he confessed that his own knowledge was, presently, somewhat limited. Two more settlements marked milestones in their journey: one small, with railroad tracks spiralling out from it and mineral carts coming and going into the mesas named Blackbrush Station, and another, larger settlement called Horizon was built into the side of a cliff with proper sandstone buildings and another one of those enormous glowing blue crystals. An aetheryte, if Twilight was recalling the name correctly. Such creations were apparently used to facilitate a limited form of teleportation for those with the requisite ‘anima.’ Whatever that was. It sounded like it was a needlessly rare and frustrating resource. After a brief pit-stop to restock on supplies, they kept going. They departed Horizon through a tunnel that cut through the cliff face the settlement was built into, heading down and to the north. On the other side, Twilight was greeted by another remarkable sight.  The area in front of her featured numerous narrow pillars of natural stone, holding up a labyrinthian latticework of platforms and formations overhead that filtered the sunlight. The ground here was damp, and many ponds dotted the surface like the spots on a dalmatian’s coat. Long-eroded statues on men draped in flowing garb were broken down here, jutting up from the water like markers of a long-lost age. Most striking, however, was the vegetation. Twilight’s mouth watered as she spotted a whole host of low-lying grasses and mosses clinging to the land near the water, rich green vines hanging from the platforms overhead, and even a few healthy-looking palm trees. Her stomach growled. Audibly. It had been days since she had gotten to eat anything substantial. Nourishing greens were a rarity in the desert, and she was not about to pass up this opportunity. With an almost childlike squeal, Twilight pounced on the nearest batch of greens, earning a startled yelp from her companion. She paid him no mind, though. She tore into the first batch of grass she could get her teeth on. Bland, fibrous, borderline tasteless, but moist, healthy, and so magnificent all the same. She shuddered happily before glancing back at the warrior. “Sorry, but can I have a minute, here?” she asked sheepishly, blushing as she realized how silly she must have just looked. He watched her a moment longer before smiling and nodding. “Just mind the orobons.” Twilight blinked. “The what?” Splash. Twilight let out a shriek of fright as something with more teeth than was at all reasonable leapt out of the water in front of her. She backpedalled, her horn lighting up on instinct to fire off a defensive spell. What came out wasn’t much of a beam, but just a small shockwave that knocked the offending creature back into the water with a little plop. It righted itself onto its belly, affording Twilight a better look. The best way she could think of to describe it was as an angler fish, but built for shallow water, or even land travel. It glared back at her with what she imagined was a pout, before giving a moist snort and splashing away into the water. Had she just offended a fish? The warrior laughed. Twilight turned back to him with an indignant pout. “Hey! What’s so funny?!” she demanded with a stamp of her hoof. He shook his head and shrugged helplessly, but did not offer a verbal response. Twilight groaned in irritation before returning to her meal. This time, being doubly sure to keep an eye out for any more would-be predators. Emerging from the worn trail and its deadly fishy occupants brought the duo into another town with the telltale smell of salt in the air, indicating that they had reached the coastline of the continent. They entered this new town, Vesper Bay, from another rocky tunnel that exited into a brick plaza dominated by a large bronze statue of one of those smaller humanoid people she’d seen dotted around the place. And many more of the species were there now, all giving her a mixture of looks that ranged from confusion to “d’aw I want one.” There was also more of the distinctly human, or ‘hyur,’ individuals likewise present, mixed in with a few of the large roegadyn species and a few miqo’te to top it off. One of the latter in particular was performing a provocative dance in an outfit that made Twilight glad the Cutie Mark Crusaders hadn’t blundered into this world alongside her. This was coming from a member of a species that was predominantly naked, but the clear intent on display felt rather tacky to her. Speaking of tacky, as they wandered through the plaza and she did her best to ignore the stares, her eyes were drawn up to the large statue she’d first seen on entry. The lalafell wore a mask over his bronze face, a thin beard dominating the lower portion of his face. She couldn’t place it, but something about the guy gave Twilight a bad feeling. A cough from her travelling companion knocked her brain back onto task, and she hurried to follow on as they started to descend down a set of steps towards what appeared to be a dock area. The Adventurer started to veer off here, making for a building sitting off to the right that seemed rather devoid of activity on the outside.  Carefully rising the steps to the entrance, the warrior pushed open the door and entered into a warmly lit room that seemed quite cosy to the mare. It held a couple of inviting bookshelves, a small wooden table, and a staircase that she guessed led to some kind of basement. At the mentioned table, she also had to note, sat another lalafell adorably humming to herself to the point that she failed to notice their entrance. She was adorned in a pink shirt, brownish pants, bright red shoes, and a darker red hat with a large feather pinned to the front. She didn’t even seem to be paying attention to the stack of papers in front of her, rather she idly swayed from side to side, her arms swinging in time with her body, happily uttering a tune as she stared off into space. The adventurer stared at the sight for the moment, before shaking his head with a smirk that indicated this wasn’t something new. He closed the door quietly, approached the small woman’s chair with equally stealthy footsteps, before clearing his throat as loudly as his mortal chords could possibly manage. “GWAH- I’m sorry we’re closed to please don’t hurt me or- Oh!” She stopped her panicked waddle with a look of shocked embarrassment on her face. “Oh… Ahem… Welcome back! I trust your dealings with Thancred were a success?” “Nice recovery…” Twilight couldn’t help but inwardly deadpan. He gave a nod, though his smirk only widened as he silently gestured behind him. “Oh? What is… Huh!?” Twilight suddenly felt rather exposed beneath the wide eyes of the bewildered lalafell, her mouth agape with so many questions that seemingly refused to come out. The mare, on her part, found her own responses lacking as she endured the awkward silence that the Adventurer seemed to be relishing in. And then it got worse. “SQUEEE!” she actually said rather than making the appropriate noise. “What an adorable little pony! I must hug you!” “Wait, no-” She clearly heard nothing, as the lalafell charged forwards with a speed that didn’t seem possible unless you were Pinkie Pie as she hugged her with the strength of at least a thousand Ifrits. “Where did you find her!? I will feed her, take her for walks- Oh! I know you like picking up those little minion things on the market, but I just HAVE to keep this one in the Sands! Consider her the new Scion mascot!” “I am NOT a mascot!” “Oh, but you’ll be great!” “I… really won’t…” “But you-” It was then that the woman finally realized something. Namely, that Twilight was talking. “Oh.” The lalafell dropped the alicorn immediately. “You talk back. Drat…” “Drat!?” Twilight got up off of the floor, brushing herself down while levelling the thing a scathing glare. She looked up at her friend for explanation, but he merely shrugged in his typically unhelpful apathetic silence. “Hmph. So, you are?” she finally deadpanned to the lalafell. “Oh! I’m Tataru Taru! Receptionist and coin keeper for the- Oh… Um…” She looked up at the Adventurer, getting a nod affirming that Twilight was meant to know what she had to say before continuing. “Receptionist to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn! And if you’ve been brought back from their mission you must be adorably important! I take it she’s being taken to see Minfilia?” The warrior nodded once more. “Okie Dokie! Come with me and I’ll take you right to her, the other Scions are waiting for your report anyhow.” She began to waddle off, heading down the stairs while Twilight hesitated for several moments. She looked on after her, before then glaring back up at the great betrayer. “You knew.” He tilted his head in fake innocence before following Tataru downstairs. Twilight let off an agitated harrumph before following them down the stairs and into a well-lit hallway that led into a four-way intersection. A heavy wooden door sat on the other end of the corridor with two individuals standing guard in front of it. Their eyes latched onto Twilight with immediate curiosity, but they made no moves to bar her path as Tataru led the way. Twilight gave the sentries a small smile before focusing ahead. They passed through the doors, and then through another set that led into a large, well-furnished office or meeting room. A large and ornate wooden desk sat in the centre of the room’s dark carpet, while an assortment of potted plants and cushioned seats were stationed around the edges of the room. A hanging lamp provided gentle yellow illumination, lending to a feeling of homely safety. Against the back wall, presiding high over the rest of the room was a frame made of gold, in which was lovingly placed the shattered remains of an ornate wooden staff. Even from here, Twilight could feel the raw magical power stored within it and had to resist the urge to take a step back. “He’s returned! And he’s brought a guest!” Tataru announced to the room, drawing Twilight’s attention to the cluster of people gathered within. Off to the left were a hyur woman and lalafell man. The woman was dressed in relatively plain white clothing, save for her legs, which were clad in heavy plate armour, coloured a deep shape of red. A mask and turban hid her face and most of her hair from view, though Twilight could just make out a single yellow lock of hair. The lalafell, on the other hand, was dressed in decorated blackened robes. He had short blonde hair and pale blue eyes, over one of which was a monocle. A wooden cane was strapped to his back, no doubt another arcane implement. Standing farther back was a taller man, an elezen, dressed in dark blue robes with a white hood pulled up to cover his head. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of red-tinted goggles, while another set of the same clunky gold goggles that Twilight had spied on Thancred were situated on his forehead. Off to the right was a miqo’te woman. A white, long-sleeve shirt covered her torso, while ocean blue pants covered her legs. The hair on her head and swishing tail were both silver, while her slitted eyes were a vibrant shade of emerald green that stared into Twilight with curiosity and scepticism. Finally, seated at the desk was a hyur woman dressed in a swath of pinks and dark blues. Her long blonde hair was styled so bangs hung neatly on one side of her face, while the hairs had been expertly braided on the other. A warm, almost motherly smile crossed her features as she rose from her seat. “Welcome back. It puts my heart at ease to see you once more,” the woman greeted, relief in her voice. Her eyes then shifted past the warrior to land on Twilight, who had rapidly become the centre of attention for everyone in the room. She tilted her head curiously. The miqo’te quirked a brow. “T’would seem that more has happened than we were made aware,” she noted, her voice indicating that there was already a storm of speculation well hidden behind her steely eyes. “It’s rather cute, isn’t it?” the woman with the mask noted, lifting a hand up to stroke her chin. “...Please tell me we don’t have to housebreak it.” Twilight’s ears flattened back in annoyance. “Oh, for the love of- I’m not an animal!” The woman recoiled in shock, her hands flying up to cover her chest. “Oh my! Papalymo, did you hear that?!” The lalafell, Papalymo, glanced up at her with a dull frown. “How could I not, Yda?” Yda looked between him and Twilight for a few seconds, spluttering incoherently in her hunt for words. “Wha- b-but! I- How did- what is- Y’shtola, what is happening?!” The miqo’te, Y’shtola, sighed and shook her head. “Mayhap it would be for the best if we allowed our friend to explain rather than stumble in the dark?” “I agree,” the woman at the desk concurred, turning back to the warrior. “Go on, friend. We are listening.” And so he did. While Twilight hung back, slightly withering under the particular glares of Y’shtola, the Adventurer recalled their encounter with Ifrit in a level of detail that made Twilight’s intellectual mind quite pleased. She even got to hear parts of the story she hadn’t been yet privy to, how he and Thancred had investigated disappearing refugees out of Drybone, leading to the discovery of Ifrit’s summoning and their meeting with Twilight herself. When all was said and done, the woman behind the desk, Minfilia as Twilight so deduced, turned to stare thoughtfully up at a broken staff held in a frame behind her. “I see. To think the amalj’aa would summon Ifrit with us so blind to his coming. Well, I think we have our champion to thank again. And with the matter of Ifrit, for the moment, settled, I can’t help but desire to hear from our guest.” Twilight took in a breath, stepping forward as her friend stepped aside. “Ahem, right… I’m Twilight Sparkle, I don’t mean to cause any trouble for you all.” Another glance from Y'shtola betrayed her doubt. “I’d been wandering the desert for a while when the amalj’aa captured me. I hadn’t meant to get involved.” “And yet you seem quite involved nevertheless,” Y’shtola noted cautiously. “You have our thanks for assisting our friend here, but your arrival seems quite… timely for the matter.” “Oh, do give her a break,” a familiar voice spoke from behind Twilight. “The girl just had a spot of misfortune, and I’m all the more glad for it, given my lack of help back there.” Thancred entered the room, his moment of self-deprecation at odds with the coy smile on his face. He slid into the group, standing next to Y'shtola as his gaze settled onto the alicorn mare. “Sorry I’m late, but I did say I would be right behind you.” “Thancred, that’s fine,” Twilight replied, somewhat relieved by the arrival of a face she knew to be friendly. “Did you help those soldiers we were with?” “Uh… They… are no longer afflicted,” he uttered, though Twilight couldn’t help but wonder why he sounded so… unhappy about it. “Ahem, as it is, Minfilia, Ifrit shall not be a concern for a time. As for our new friend, Y’shtola, care not to give her a hard time. I think what she has to share shall be of particular interest to our cause.” “Pray tell, what tidings doth she bring?” the elezen asked in a manner that reminded her of Luna fresh out of her banishment. “Prithee, spin thy tale.” “Um, yes, Urianger… I was about to…” Thancred uttered in small annoyance. “As it is, I heard her mention being lost around and about Thanalan. But what she has yet to mention is how she got there.” “Oh, did she fall off a carriage? I did that once, the stupid chocobos didn’t even come back,” Yda complained. “Hush, Yda,” Papalymo scolded. “I’m afraid it’s nothing so innocent,” Thancred said apologetically. “No, I’m afraid it’s the fault of the ascian.” The air grew cold in an instant. Twilight looked around at the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, all seemingly growing slightly paler at the mere mention of the unfamiliar term. The Adventurer, too, gave Thancred a glance of confusion. “Ah, but of course. The term would be new to you as well,” Thancred noted. “The masked mage you and Y’shtola encountered in La Noscea, that was an ascian.” “To clarify, ascians are agents of chaos, dark mages that bring calamity wherever they dare to walk,” Minfilia explained bitterly. “While we Scions are sworn to protect the realm from the threat of the Primals, so too must we guard against this more pressing threat. For so long as the ascians remain, they will continue to teach the art of summoning to all those who will hear.” Twilight frowned. That man who took her Element of Harmony, he was one of these ascians? But if they were behind the Primals, why take the Element? It was the antithesis of chaos, outright poisonous to anything that used dark magic. So why take it? What was going on here? “Why would they do that? Summon things like Ifrit, I mean,” Twilight asked. “Unfortunately, we do not know,” Minfilia replied, lowering her eyes in thought. “Few even know of the ascians' existence. They rarely waste time speaking with their victims, save for when they seek to manipulate the reigns of history. Their motives and, indeed, even their larger methods, remain a mystery to us.” Twilight was quiet for a second, thinking back on her encounter with the ascian, trying to think of any hint of a motivation he might have let slip. Only one moment stood out to her. When they had been flying through that intangible rift... “What did you do to the Tree?! What do you want with my Element of Harmony!?” The figure reached his free hand up to grab at her hoof. His claws dug into her skin, eliciting a hiss of pain from her. She leaned back fearfully as he leaned in, the shadowy eyes of his mask boring into hers intensely. “You would not understand,” he said, his voice low and collected. “Just know that what I do, I do for the salvation of my star…” “He… he said that he was trying to ‘save his star,’” Twilight recalled with a furrowed brow. “Well, they have a funny way of showing it,” Yda remarked. “Unless they think ‘bathing the realm with fire’ is helpful in some way.” “On this, we agree completely,” Papalymo agreed. “More to the point, how did you come by this ascian?” “He… took something,” Twilight said. “An artefact, my Element of Magic. It’s one of the most powerful magical items back home, capable of drawing upon the powers of harmony to cleanse darkness.” “Hm, almost like the blessing of light in some respects…” Minfilia mused. “But it seems strange for a paragon to take such a thing. Short of somehow perverting it to their cause, but I cannot say how. Tell me, where is it you come from? I can’t say I’m familiar with your species, Miss Sparkle.” “Twilight is fine…” she responded. “And I… Well… That’s a little more complicated.” No time like the present… Twilight told them of Equestria, her friends, her role in ruling her nation, everything. She better explained the Elements of Harmony, how the six crystals were bonded to their Bearers and allowed them to combine their strength. She culminated in detailing her fight with the ascian, ending with her being summarily dumped in Thanalan. “Fascinating…” Minfilia muttered. “The more you talk, the more akin your Elements sound to the very crystal our friend there carries.” “Crystals,” the warrior noted, pulling out the red crystal he had acquired from Ifrit’s remains. Minfilia gasped. “Mother Hydaelyn has gifted you another? You truly must hold her special interest, and I must wonder if she too is somehow related to this ‘Tree of Harmony’.” “Doubtful,” Y’shtola noted. “We know of at least one other world, the Void from which the voidsent are wont to crawl out of. If such a realm is devoid of Her light, we cannot assume she has any such presence on her own star.” “And yet even should thy Tree be of a similar nature, t’would surely be a new ally from which to call upon,” Urianger, the elezen in the robe, speculated. “I don’t know about any trees, except those in Gridania, but I don’t like the thought of the ascians running around with a sort-of-Crystal of Light that should be with our adorable new friend!” Yda proclaimed. “I’m not adorable…” Twilight protested. “Yes. Yes you are,” Tataru contested. Twilight sighed and shook her head. “Ugh. Before this goes any further, could you all clarify a few things for me?” she said, hoping to get the discussion back on track. “Crystals of Light? Mother Hydaelyn? Voidsent? I could use a quick primer on all of these.” “That can be explained later, for now, I think we need to remain on the subject of this ascian. And if you can be trusted,” Y’shtola denied. “But it’s rather simple. She’s like your tree, but a giant crystal that’s also the planet, kind of, and she gives powerful magic things to her champions. Oh, and voidsent? Nasty things, I like to punch them ‘til they’re dead,” Yda declared. “That… helps?” Twilight replied. “Either way, I could really use some help getting my Element back. I don’t want that man to use it to hurt someone, and I also need to get home.” Minfilia nodded. “Indeed. We cannot simply allow the ascians to complete their schemes unopposed. Alas, they are quite elusive. So it may be some time before we find a lead to follow, and all the while more threats from the beast tribes and their Primals arise.” “Indeed,” Papalymo concurred. “We have received a request from Gridania concerning the sylphs. Yda and I are due to investigate, but we might do well to travel with ‘Ifrit’s bane’.” The Adventurer sighed. “I’m sorry we can’t let you rest just yet, but things are understandably urgent,” Minfilia sympathized. “As for you, Twilight, what you said about your stifled magic… If we are to be aiding one another, against the Ascians of all things, it would be prudent to assist your transition while you wait for news of your assailant to arrive.” Y’shtola quirked an eyebrow. “I hope you’re not suggesting we give her the run of the Sands? If her claims are true, I cannot deny lending her what aid we can. Yet with her word alone, I cannot help but have concerns.” “Perchance I can offer a solution?” Urianger offered. “Tell me, how fare thy wings?” “Well…” Twilight extended one out experimentally. “They work fine, theoretically. But every time I try to take flight, it’s like the air just spits me back out before I get too far. Like they can’t catch any wind to keep me aloft” “That’s because of your lack of attunement to the aetheric winds,” Papalymo informed her. “I know not how things work where you are from, but here you need to learn the patterns of the wind in a region in order to properly attain flight. Your own aether will otherwise prove… incompatible.” “That’s… both confusing and extremely fascinating!” Twilight remarked. “This ‘aether’ sounds a lot like the magic of our own world, and I can tap into it much the same, even form the same spells, though they are weaker here by quite a lot.” “Of course. You are operating under the principles of your native arcana. Here, the way you need to draw on your magic may very well be different than you are used to. Consider it a lack of muscle memory, with your usual spells not drawing in the power they would typically require, as they are searching for magic that is simply absent.” "I suppose that makes sense," Twilight noted. "The magic of our worlds is fundamentally similar, but how you draw upon it differs slightly." "Quite," Papalymo agreed. "It is merely about adjusting to the different feel and updating your spellcraft accordingly." "Wait," Yda muttered. "I'm... I'm a little lost. Magic is just... magic, right?" "Think of it this way, Yda," the small mage responded. "If one was to favour their right hand from birth, but suddenly find themselves left-handed upon waking one morning. They would know how to write with a pen, but adjusting to using the opposing hand might take a short while." "Oh, I think I see... Is using magic really just like using a hand, then?" Yda asked, cracking a knuckle rather aggressively. "Perhaps I should give it a go after all." "Actually, they're nothing alike, Yda. So I'd advise not." "Oh, fine. Magic is dull anyway." "Yda!" Twilight was going to like these people. Urianger nodded along before turning to face Y’shtola. “Indeed, ‘tis as I suspected. Upon which note; Y’shtola, pray tell, is it not so that you have a sister in Gridania?” Y’shtola raised an eyebrow. “A half-sister, but yes. She has worked with the Scions on occasion when dealing with the Primals. Why?” Urianger glanced at Twilight. “It may be some time until we uncover the hidden machinations of this Ascian. Until such time as the plot is uncovered, it would behove us if all are at their best. To which end, might I suggest thee take Twilight to Gridania to meet with thy sister? Her experience may prove of some use in helping our comrade find her footing.” Y’shtola closed her eyes for a few seconds, seemingly in thought. Then she opened them with a nod. “Very well,” she said, focusing on Twilight. “If nought else, such an excursion would afford me an opportunity to take your measure. Not to mention, Mhitra’s experience will be useful in confirming or assuaging my own concerns.” Twilight recoiled slightly. “Concerns?” she echoed anxiously. “Your story is beyond remarkable,” Y’shtola stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “So remarkable, in fact, that I cannot help but be sceptical. But should it all be true, then I cannot help but worry about your relationship with this Tree of Harmony.” Thancred shrugged helplessly. “Oh, come now, Y’shtola. Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” “Not in the slightest,” Y’shtola shot back. “Between your resistance to Ifrit’s efforts to claim you and your seeming reverence for the tree and the power it has granted you… Plainly put, I am concerned that you may be tempered.” Twilight’s eyes widened. “Tempered? Like… those soldiers?!” Thancred shook his head. “Oh, dear Y’shtola. I’ve had the displeasure of meeting plenty of tempered, and I can tell from experience that this lovely young lady shows none of the signs.” Everyone turned to Thancred. “...Yes? Did I say something off?” Y’shtola smirked at him. “My, my, Thancred. I know you have a penchant for vying for the opposite sex, Thancred, but I did not realize that extended to the four-legged variety as well. Maybe I should be concerned that she has in fact tempered you?” The realization hit Thancred like a bag of hammers hurled by Rainbow Dash. His face turned a deep, deep shade of red as he looked away. “I- I am quite sure I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “Oh, come now, Thancred,” Papalymo jeered, a teasing smirk on his own face. “Do you honestly believe any of us missed your tone there?” Minfilia hid her smile behind a hand. “While I cannot say I personally approve, I shall not judge you for your, ahem, pursuits, Thancred.” Thancred groaned and sighed. “You’re worse than the amalj’aa, all of you.” “I am so confused,” Twilight obliviously droned, looking around helplessly. The warrior chuckled and looked down at her. “Get used to it.” Twilight looked up at him. “Right… Uh, one more thing, before I forget. Since we’re learning everyone’s names here, what the heck is yours?! You still haven’t told me, and it’s getting ridiculous! I’ve known you for days!” The warrior leaned back in surprise. He then smiled and nodded. His name was not as interesting as Twilight had been hoping.