Twilight slowly walked outside and to her astonishment, a large stallion stood apon the corpse if the Timberwolf, eating a blue mist coming from it. Its head emerging from the dust, an orange and red flame orientating from his head. The head was nothing but a skull, a unicorns. His clothes were a leather jacket with pants. His hoofs were nothing but bone. Same with its tail. The chain was wrapped around its chest, The tip coming out if his skull. His cutie mark was, of course, a skull that was on fire. Twilight glared in disbelief seeing the demonic pony before them. The demonic pony looked around seeing Twilight. He maoned a rasperly sentence that sounded like he was a ghost with no energy. The ghost like pony said in a confused state of mind.
"Where am I?" he asked. His jaw bone the only thing moving.
Twilight didn't have words for what she was looking at. The mystic being walked towards Twilight, with every hoof that hit the ground, fire lit where it landed. Twilight glared at the site of the demonic stallion. Twilight asked in scared position.
"Who are you?"
The being leaned toward the wounded mare. He was must taller than Twilight, a foot taller at least. He used his chain, with great strengh, he lifted her up like she was nothing but a pencil. The being said in a friendly tone and his skull smiled.
"They call me Ghost Pony Rider."
Twilight studdard, she lifted the legend book with her horn's magic and brought it toward her. She cycled the pages while with the help of the stallion's light. Twilight stopped when she reached Ghost Rider's page. She was astounded.
"Amazing! Your real!"
"If you can call it that." He said annoyed.
"What do you mean?" Twilight questioned.
Ghost Rider walked toward Twilight. Twilight was still giving him a astonished look and still a little scared of him. Ghost Rider walked toward Twilight. She jerked to the side, trying not to get in the way of the fearsome looking pony. Ghost Rider then sat on the floor. Twilight sat across from him. Ghost Rider then signed. The tension in the room died a little. Ghost Rider then noticed Spike laying on the floor with a blanket over him.
"Your friends hurt." he said.
Twilight didn't have time to answer as Ghost Rider carried him over to where he was. Twilight's nerves were sky rocketing now.
"No please! He's fine he just needs some rest."
Ghost Rider ignored her as his fire turned a light blue. Twilight watched with amazement as Ghost Rider placed a hoof on Spike's back. The wound that covered his back was slightly healed. It just looked like a nasty scratch now. Ghost Rider's fire returned to orange and he put Spike in Twilight's arms like a new born baby.
"How did you..." Twilight asked but was cut off.
"Lets just say I'm not just slice and dice." Ghost Rider replied with a giggle.
The tension in the room was gone. It felt normal again. Twilight broke the silence that was bugging her.
"Soooo...how did you get your, uh, look."
Ghost Rider then stared at Twilight with his blank, souless eye sockets. Somehow, Twilight felt dread when she looked into those eye sockets. Ghost Rider then wrapped his chain around his hand. The chain then went up Ghost Rider's back and into his neck. The chain then cracked through his head where the hole was.
"I'll tell you."