"Wilson!" Twilight yelled, galloping towards him as fast as she could. She concentrated her magic and teleported Wilson away from the fireball. Wilson was relieved, without Twilight, this could've ended badly, he would've gone down in….flames. Once Wilson was clear of the fireball, he stood up and looked over to Twilight, who was currently making her way towards him.
"Twilight!!!! Thank you!" Wilson said, smiling and looking over at the baffled hounds.
"Don't mention it, what are those?" Twilight asked, panting and pointing at the growling beasts. Wilson looked at them for a moment, soon they would realize what had just happened and find Wilson again, he didn't have much time.
"They're hounds, the red one being the pack leader, they hunt for me more times than I can count, and they're fierce. Also, they've gotten a lot stronger." Wilson said, looking at the hounds, who had just looked at him. The four hounds instantly made a mad dash towards Wilson.
"Look out!" Wilson grabbed Twilight and moved her out of the way, the hounds ran fast, they were already close enough for a nice chomp. Wilson set Twilight behind a stand and he ran out in the middle of the road to fight the hounds. Twilight could help, and she ran out with him.
"Wilson! I can help! Trust me" She said, standing next to Wilson with a determined smile on her face. Wilson gave a small smile and nodded, he licked his lips and wiped off a bead of sweat form his face. It was now a two-on-four battle, one of which has super magical powers, so this would be easy. The three hounds charged at once, Wilson raised his mace, the dog was bashed with Wilson's shield. He brought the mace down, the hound rolled over and dodged it.Gah! They're so clever now! I liked it better when they were stupid and pushy!, Wilson thought. The hound growled and it's comrades focused on Wilson, Twilight charged her horn and blasted at the hounds. What happened next surprised her, the beam of energy dissolved into the hounds' fur, like they were absorbing it. The hungry beasts howled in praise, they had just gotten an energy boost.
"Uh, Twilight, what just happened?!" Wilson said, beginning to back up. Twilight was dumbfounded, they had just ignored the magic like it was a mosquito trying to bite into a rock. She had no explanation for it, either, which made the situation worse.
"I-I don't know how they just…" Twilight couldn't think straight. The hounds seemed to grow in size just a little bit after they howled, Wilson's eyes widened at this development. They were feeding off of Twilight's magic, how is that possible? Wilson always used magic to kill hounds, and now they can absorb it? They were closing the distance between the two, growling and yapping in excitement. Wilson thought he was done, he was about to die, until he saw a familiar rainbow blur in the sky.
"Rainbow Dash!" Wilson shouted, the rainbow blur smashed into the four hounds like a cannonball. The hounds whined in pain as they were piled together form the impact. Rainbow Dash was on top of the pile, she was quickly standing up and beginning to fly over to Wilson and Twilight.
"Guys! What the hay is going on! What are those!" Rainbow shouted, the hounds were recovering fast.
"No time to explain, we've got to deal with them first." Twilight said, Rainbow nodded in agreement. The red hound was charging a fireball again, this time Wilson took advantage of the time it wasted. He ran up to it, fats, the other three hounds were trying to protect it. Rainbow Dash punched the left hound in the eye, making it flee backwards and give a loud cry. Wilson charged through the group and bashed the red hound with the mace. It quickest closed it's eyes and it's body went limp in a flash. He then turned around and kicked the hound that Rainbow had damaged, it fell on it's side, helpless. Wilson held it down with his foot, and then he struck it with his mace. There wasn't much blood, the hounds' fur was thick and dark, so blood came out, but it wasn't seen very well. Only one hound was left, the one that had drawn the most energy form Twilight, based by it's size. It was about three times the regular size, and it was menacing. It pounced on top of Wilson, it let out a loud bark. It was going to bite down on Wilson's head, but a thick, scratchy rope was suddenly wrapped around its neck. The user pulled on the rope and, surprisingly, the hound was pulled off of Wilson.
"Get off of him ya' big varmint!" Applejack shouted, pulling the hound. It barked more and flipped over, pulling the rope, and Applejack. It ripped the rope off of itself and launched Applejack into a wall, it growled and ran towards her. Rainbow Dash quickly flew over to Applejack and picked her up, flying up high to get away from the hound. The hound barked at Rainbow Dash, and chased after her. Wilson and Twilight were following behind it.
"Twilight! You think you can levitate me on it?!" Wilson asked, still running behind the large hound.
"I could try!" Twilight said, her horn emitting a purple glow. Wilson felt a tingle around his body and he assumed it was Twilight. In a flash of light, Twilight had teleported Wilson onto the beast. Wilson felt a bit dizzy when it happened, but he regained his composure and gripped onto the hounds fur. He slowly pulled himself towards the head of the hound, grunting with each pull. It was like riding a bull, but the bull was as fast as a pegasus. Once he was on the head of the hound, he stabbed it's eye with his mace. It let out an ear piercing cry and it reared onto it's hind legs. It began to run towards the forest at an even faster speed that before, Wilson was holding onto it for his life. Once it arrived at the forest, it was still running, and when Wilson opened his eyes to look forward, he saw it. From his view, it looked just like the epiphany, everything was a blur because the hound was going so fast, and Wilson just knew the hound would soon arrive at the castle. He held on for a few more minutes and the hound stopped. Wilson flew off of it's back and landed hard on the cold, damp ground beneath him.
"Ouch, why did it stop?" He asked himself, he looked up and saw a bridge. The hound grew exhausted, the sun was slowly setting, and it had been running for a long while. Wilson was getting tired himself, he wanted to go to bed. He couldn't, he could get lost in the forest if he tried to go back, he could go in the castle though…
"Hmmm, I suppose a quick look couldn't hurt." Wilson said, looking at the sleeping hound. He wondered if it was going to attack him again later, it could happen. Wilson took a deep breath and stood up, eyeing the old wooden bridge. He took a small step on the first plank, the bridge creaked in disagreement. Wilson quickly took his foot off of the plank, and stepped back.
"Come on Wilson, it's just a bridge. You can handle this" He said to himself, taking another deep breath. Wilson grabbed onto the side roped and slowly walked across the bridge. He gulped and looked down, regretting that not to long after he did. Wilson didn't have many fears, but the one thing he did fear was heights. He wobbled across, the bridge turning and shaking. Wilson held back the puke that would soon spew out of his mouth, but at least no one was around to see. When he made it to the other side, he could feel dark energy looming over the whole castle. It was an uneasy and uncomfortable feeling at that, Wilson grew nervous.
"Alright, maybe I can find a piece here" Wilson said to himself, he walked closer to the castle. He pushed open the broken, ragged doors and a large gust of cold wind blew at him. He shivered for a moment and saw that it was as dark as hell in there. He remembered an easy technique to making a torch, he did it all the time. After collecting some simple items, he made a torch, and slowly walked inside. The torch wasn't powerful, but it got the job done in killing off the darkness. There was another fear, the dark, this absolutely terrified Wilson. He didn't like to talk about why, just thinking about it made him think about...
Wilson's footsteps echoed through the ravaged, scarred halls and rooms. There wasn't a sound in there at all, only Wilson's breathing and steps, it was eerie. Wilson switched the arm which held the torch, his turned around and frantically darted his eyes around. He felt something tug at his shirt, this has happened before, but this wasn't Disambiguation, so it was even scarier.
"Who's there!" Wilson shouted, his voice booming through the halls. He heard footsteps from behind him, he quickly turned to look... nothing. It was crazy, how could someone live in this castle? Wilson knew who could, Maxwell. It was a fat chance though, Maxwell preferred a tall chair in a blank room. Just then, Wilson bumped into something, he turned around and stared at the tall chair looming over him. His torch was fading, he made a B-line towards the way he came in, he was lost. He didn't know it was possible, he was walking the same direction the whole time, so turning one-hundred eighty degrees would work, right?
"Guh, nope" Wilson sighed, he desperately tired to save his light. He didn't even close the door, and it was closed, so the light would've poured in from the moonlight, but no, it was closed. He found a set of stairs, he decided it was time for an ascent, the first floor was boring and creepy. He walked up the stairs at an old woman's pace and a piece of the step crumbled under him.
"Oh no!" He said as he slipped and banged his chin on the edge of the step. He growled in pain and rubbed his chin, puttin ghis torch closer to the stairs to see. He walked more...and more.... and a little more, he began to hear humming. He got that uneasy feeling again, the humming was of a child's and high pitched. Then he heard another voice, humming along with the little girl, he hid behind a curtain when he realized that someone was heading his way. He didn't dare to try to get a look at the being that were humming. He heard tiny footsteps and a, how do you describe it, high pitched humming. It wasn't exactly humming, but as if something was emitting energy and it was so strong it made a noise. It reminded him of a ghost, a ghost... ghost.... those things that attacked him when he dug up a grave... ghosts. His eyes widened, he hated those things, but was it really the kind of ghost he thought it was? It took a while for them to get far enough for him to look, but before they were entirely gone.
Wilson sneezed...
He heard the footsteps stop, and he knew they were looking right through the curtains. Wilson mentally cursed at himself for a silly and cliche' way of giving away his position. He heard the footsteps begin again and a voice.
"Abigail, did you hear that?" The voice called out, a cute, calm one too. The energy humming stopped, and the cold air in the room left. The little girl made an "aaaaw" sound, as if disappointed.
"Come back Abigail, I'm not done playing with you"