"...And then,the little filly was met by darkness, a hoof creeping up her shoulder. She froze, for standing right behind her, ready to pounce was... The frozen griffin from the snow beyond!"
Quill announced, watching Turner's face light up in surprise and turn to a scowl in the fire light.
"You've really been working on ghost stories haven't you?"
He asked in amusement, but failing to show it on his face.
"Yeah, I thought i'd try something new."
Quill replied, stretching out on a log as comfortably as she could.
"You never mentioned. How did Pinkie take you canceling your cupcake thing with her?"
Turner asked through a mouthful of smores. Quill laughed nervously, recalling the events of two days ago, when she found out what happens when you break a pinkie promise.
"Let's just say she wasn't too happy."
she replied simply. Quill stretched her arms and yawned.
"I'm gonna hit the straw. Goodnight."
she said, curling up in her sleeping bag.
"G'night."
Turner answered, as he listened to Quill's breath slow as she fell asleep.
He looked up at the stars, thinking deeply about things. Things he couldn't hope to mention to Quill. His mind wandered to his old home in Canterlot, where even there he was out of place. Before he could think more, his eyelids began to quiver, signaling that he needed sleep. With one last look around, he settled on his sleeping bag and closed his eyes.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
His dreams were quite strange that night. He was in a dark fortrace, of a sort. He turned his head to see two changlings heading straight for him. Knowing quite a bit about them after last year's wedding fiasco, Turner imediently dove for cover, but the changlings simply ran through him as if he were made of mist. Wiping sweat from under his dark grey bangs, his eyes took in the battle before him.
There was a whole army of changlings, fighting a band of three ponies. He suddenly noticed Quill, kicking her backlegs against her opponent's side. She was doing great, until a beam of green light hit her, knocking her to the ground.
"QUILL!"
his screaming was drowned in the scream of another pony, who rushed to her side. It was a tangerine unicorn, with a spiky, fire colored mane, and a scar over one of her red eyes. The unicorn was followed by a grey earth pony, his eyes filled with regretful tears. The tears changed to ones of anger as he turned to a ledge high above, where Chrysalis was watching the battle with interest.
"CHRYSALIS! YOUR GONNA PAY FOR THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
the pony shouted, his hoof pounding at the ground.
The voice. Turner knew that voice. As he tried to figure it out, he saw the stallion fighting changling after changling as if his life was at stake. In twenty seconds, a third of the army was on the ground. The stallion turned his head to fight more, which made Turner's heart skip a beat.
The stallion, the grey stallion that was so brave and quick to fight for his friends, was HIM?! Before he could say anymore, a voice whispered,
"You must follow your destiny!"
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Time Turner gasped as he shot up from his pillow, weak and shaking from the dream.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! It's eight o'clock, and if we get moving now, we'll reach Winsom Falls by eight THIRTY!"
Quill shouted from the fire pit, where she was nibbling on a roasted bagel. Turner glanced at her strangly and quickly remembered the point of the trip. He grabbed the book, held it up, and simply said,
"Let's go."
Thirty minutes later, the duo stood by the multi-colored falls, gazing in amazement of their wonderment.
"So, how do we open the book again?"
Turner asked.
"We get a pegasus feather..."
Quill started, plucking a feather from her wing, stiffling a groan of pain.
"And we dip the tip in the water..."
she continued, dipping the feather to reveal a colored tip.
"And that's our key."
Turner finished. He carefully placed the feather in the keyhole and slowly twisted it. The lock clicked. Quill opened the book excidedly. The two ponies looked inside and began to read.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------