Der ritter had been wandering the forest for some time now. He new that the screams would come again tonight but he didn't ponder on that to much. He was looking for something new. So far the only thing of interest that he found was a small hut that housed a zebra with an odd hobby of rhyming. He thought that it was interesting that he had a neighbor( he internally chuckled at the unintentional pun), but decided to leave her to her own devices.
Today he felt...drawn to something. He had been walking along this path for about an hour now, not knowing where he was heading. The path then began to widen becoming more and more like a road. He soon breached the trees and found that he had stumbled upon a half built castle. He could tell that it was being rebuilt as some of the stones were lighter than the older more faded ones. He cocked his head in curiosity and began to head for the door.
He soon came upon a grand court yard that held many wrecked statues. He looked upon the bases of the statues and found the names of old ponies engraved upon them. He then continued to the large mahogany doors that lead into the castle.
He opened them without effort and stepped into the large hall. Two thrones sat at the end. One a brilliant gold. The other, a dark shade of blue. He walked toward them and saw that two hallways branched off from the thrones. After considering where to go he took the hall on the left.
He continued to follow the main hall until he came across a pair of oak doors. He had to duck in order to get his tall frame through the doors. When he looked up he had to do a double take at the massive library he was in. Row upon row of books were put neatly into shelves around 20 feet high. How long had it been since he last read a book? He ran his long fingers across the worn leather spines of the liturature until he found a book that looked as if it was a good read. A dust cloud formed around him as he pulled the book from its place and opened it to the first page. The words were nothing but lines of uninteligable scribbling, and a sound like a high pitched static filled his head. He closed the book in disapointment. That's why he never read. He re-shelved the book and headed out of the library to see what was in the hall to the right.
Once he was heading down the the right hall he decided to do the same thing as he did with the left hall, but something made him stop. There was a door slightly ajar. He peeked through and saw a dark round room with something glimmerind in the middle. He fully opened the door to let the light in and saw that the object in the middle was a massive pipe organ. He walked toward the the instrument and pressed down on a key. A pipe t his left blew the note. It sounded surprisingly well for how old it looked. He sat down on the dusty velvet bench and began to play. He had no idea what the tune was but he kept playing it, and didn't stop for hours. Each key seemed to get darker with his touch until some were as black as midnight. He only stopped when the screams started. Before he left to find his target he decided that this was his new home.