The moon had touched the horizon's tip behind me when I awoke. A strong, heavy yawn escaped after rousting myself out of that makeshift bed. Otra's eyes crept open. She squinted at me, and then let out a deep yawn herself. My companion removed her blanket, brought it to me, stretched her wings, and, after a final yawn, flew into the sky. With our supplies gathered, the campfire's glowing embers extinguished, I made a small mark on the page in my journal before we resumed our journey.

Darkness gave way to light the further we traveled, the sun climbing higher into the sky. Otra landed on my flank just after the sun had reached its apex.

The little colt inside of me cracked a slight smile while Otra and I stood at the base of a massive mountain. That quiet smile faded when I looked at the two paths. One led around the left side of the mount and into a darkened forest. My companion's sharp talons dug into the thick straps of my saddlebag. She held on for dear life. Eternity could be the only word to describe how it felt as I galloped around the right side of the mountain, having ignored the left path that led into the forest.

Five thin marks had been added to the corner of that page which held the unimpressive rendition of Canterlot, in my personal journal, after Otra and I bid farewell to Aqua. The miraculous dream I once believed futile came true. Those spectacular structures -- nestled within the space against the mountainside -- were beyond what I imagined. The rooftops gleamed in the beautiful light of the noontime sun. Every inch of Canterlot Castle's exterior, that I could see from the gate, had a wondrous luster to it, every building polished to perfection. All of it -- Canterlot existed.

My eyes and mind fixated on the opulent sight in front of me, and I remembered those long days. Despite those places, villages, towns, and encounters, there were day where I felt like the last pony left in Equestria. I found that day to be the complete opposite with ponies walking, galloping, and trotting by while I stood motionless in the middle of the heavily trodden pathway. To these ponies, I would be being nothing more than a miss placed piece of red candy in a sack full of blue candies. The flood of emotions overwhelmed me.

Without thinking, my quiet, reserved nature vanished as I shouted "it exists" after being silent for so long, causing one pony to stare at me. A little colt pointed at me and whispered something to the mare near him. I overheard her tell the colt I must be sick.

After my initial excitement calmed, Otra tapped a gentle talon against my flank. She gave me the warmest smile. I believed that day to be perfect, beyond my wildest imagination. The journey I started well over a month ago had come to fruition: I will never forget what happened when I took those three steps towards the gates of Canterlot.

Whenever Otra leapt off my back, I knew -- in my heart -- she would return. Throughout the journey, I had gained a sixth sense from her. She gave me a single dejected glance then turned her stalwart gaze towards the path leading down the mountainside. My companion flew off my back.

I pushed several ponies aside and galloped after Otra. Her eyes had a determined look in them I had never seen; my companion's gaze bordered on obsession and concern.

The further I traveled, the more I cursed myself. I had been offered the chance to study a unicorn filly's spell in class one day, and I refused. That spell allowed her to glide across the ground, letting keep up with even the fastest pegasi in Gallopia. There was little time to dwell on past mistakes as Otra's visage began to shrink. It turned into a dot that faded into the horizon after a few seconds. My companion's gaze remained fixated towards the horizon.

Bushes, shrubs, and trees whizzed by me while I continued my pursuit. In the darkened forest I glimpsed at the base of the mountain, moisture from the heavy mist that emerged from the ground clung to my coat hairs, and the hairs on my mane and tail. Though my hooves sunk into the thick mud, I gathered my strength. Vines, branches, and roots blocked the barely visible path. A loud "clang" resonated amongst the dense fog.

A small speck of light existed in front of me. I reached what appeared to be the forest's end as the darkness faded. It took several moments to catch my breath.

An opulent, pristine village, its architecture unlike anything I had ever seen, lay ahead of me. Before I could scrutinize the rest of it, a slight twinge came to my withers. Otra flew above the forest and towards the colossal tree that jutted towards the sky in the village's center. The gift I gave my companion still dangled from her right talon, its sky-blue center stone glinting in the sunlight.

The road from the forest to the village was soft, almost invisible. I galloped towards the tree where my companion landed towards. Several villagers recoiled in horror when I flew by them. I dashed by one unicorn filly. Our eyes locked, time feeling like it froze. Her eyes traced my outline then seemed to fixate on my cutie mark. She stared at me with widened eyes before running behind a stone wall.

Time resumed as I ignored the terrified cries of those around me and propelled myself along the stone road. I stopped. After several heavy gasps for air, I crept towards the large tree. Villagers moved away.

In the center of the circular area, a pegasus mare stood by a wooden perch. Her ears perked up. Otra raised her head, looked at me, and let out a loud screech when she spotted me. In that tone, though she appeared less than thrilled to see me, her boisterous cry sounded like an ominous warning. After her loud squawk, two figures darted down a long set of steps leading to a structure in the distance. The sound of their hooves echoed from the distance. Two guards, garbed in strange robs, leapt into the air.

The pegasus stallion landed on my left. An ornate staff protruded from his side, its end having a pointed metal tip. A minotaur slammed his unusual armored gauntlets into the ground, snorted, and then leered at me after landing off to my right.

"You're forbidden in this land. I will give you one chance to leave in peace, Efficacy." The mare said, facing my companion.

"Hmm, so you aren't." The pegasus said. She turned away from my companion, looked at me, and then gave a deep bow, "My apologies."

The silver colored, pegasus mare held up her hoof. After the guards relaxed, the mare extended her wings. She flapped them once. Without a sound she rose into the air and soon descended on soft hooves near my right side. Her gentle wings undid the clasps of my saddlebag. Tense seconds passed. The minotaur glanced at his partner with the pegasus stallion looking at him in return.

All of the bystanders let out a collective sigh before they moved on with their business, one mare wiping the sweat from her brow. With my saddlebag returned, placed on the stone ground in front of me, the pegasus mare's stern eye examined my cutie mark. She poked my flank with her hoof before giving a final apology. Both guards nodded to the mare then left.

Otra leapt down from her perch. She walked towards me. My companion brushed a gentle wing against my cheek before leaping onto my back. The action caused the pegasus to rub a slow hoof against her chin before poking my flank with her wing tip.

Before I could speak, heavy wing flaps preceded a large shadow that overtook the village. I watched the majestic sight of a large bird descend to the ground near the pegasus mare's side. It's shape, wing size, and wing color were the same as Otra's. Unlike my companion's eyes, the other bird's purple colored eyes gave a sense of anger and contempt; its eyes pierced through me and into my core.

The purple-eyed bird let out a deafening shriek. It received a squawk in return from Otra. My companion's retaliatory sound caused the bird to squint at her. Two taps came to my flank. I levitated my bag off the ground and faced the street leading towards the forest. Two birds stood in front of us with their white wings extended. I believed no beauty could rival that brief glimpse of Canterlot Castle, yet I was mistaken as more white birds descended on the area. Several flew to their perches embedded into the large tree. All of them stared at me and my companion.

The pegasus mare extended her right wing in front of me. Two, cold, emotionless blue eyes stared at me. She soon pointed her wing at the purple-eyed bird.

My body felt cold, similar to that empty sensation from when Otra leapt off my back near the gates of Canterlot Castle. Otra's soft wing brushed against my face. She came near my ear and gave a soft squawk into it. I raised my head then watched my companion fly away with the other birds. There were so many things I wanted to say, yet I remained silent. At that point, I didn't believe my body could grow any colder. That "clink" which resonated in my ears proved me wrong when it caused a colder, frozen sensation to wash over me.

The dark shadow overwhelmed the city once more. I levitated my companion's gift off the ground and clutched it in my right hoof. The world's sounds were quiet, almost nonexistent.

As the sun began to set behind the largest structure in the village, the pegasus mare stepped in front of me. She pressed a firm hoof against my chest. The equine delivered a cold "no" in a stern tone. Her silver wings turned me away from the steps that led towards the large building in the distance. After retracting one wing, she used her extended one to point towards a small house on the edge of the market district.

*** *** ***

The mare wasn't without some form of generosity. A small, three roomed house was offered to me as a temporary abode.

Light from the outside world began to fade with day swiftly turning to night. While my host fixed dinner in a room adjacent to the bedroom, I removed my saddlebag and placed it near the bed. The wooden planks creaked when I walked across them. I collapsed at the small table near the iron cooking pot.

"You should eat," The mare said, scooping something into a ornately detailed bowl.

Though I was given a plentiful choice of delicacies to pick from, nothing looked appetizing. My snarling stomach replied in my silent stead.

"Poise," she said. I glanced towards the mare. In a calm, soft voice, expression to match, she said, "You may call me Poise."

Moonlight filtered through the bars of the windows near the top of the walls. The gentle white light reflected off the small treasure I clutched in my hoof, removed from the safety of my saddlebag. After I placed the item on the table, I nibbled on a few pieces of "noodle" in my bowl.

I zoned in and out as my host attempted to make some form of idle chat. The monotone voice, coupled with Poise's melancholic expression left me almost uninterested in this place called Equanimity; her words contained no warmth or joy to them. I pushed my bowl to the side and remained silent. I wanted to ask about my companion. Each time that courage built up to ask about Otra, the look in Poise's eyes dissuaded me. She would refuse the request. I knew it.

The tale continued towards Equanimity's mysterious gates. None had ever seen a physical manifestation of the gates, only the noise of their closing existed. On that strange note, Poise ended her story. She stood up, bowed, and then walked towards the door. Her hooves made no sound against the boards I had walked along, creaking with each step I took towards the table for dinner.

Poise left me to my thoughts. Though the coals in the small pit below the cooking pot crackled, their pops barely disturbed the room's silence.

For the first time, I believed myself lost. Even though a part of me wanted to give up, something about the this place gnawed at my mind.

Poise's strange behavior from our first encounter being put to the side, I knew from the tale I listened to throughout the quiet dinner that she mentioned living here since she could remember it. I must have heard her wrong. It was impossible. The tree in the center of the village would take five hundred years of growth to reach that size, maybe more. It would be impossible to behold such a sight in any pony's lifetime.

Before my mind drifted away from me, a sound resonated in my ears, and a premature smile came. I peeked out the front door to see a small dark dot on the ground. Those wing flaps that accompanied the shadow resonated in my ears. My smile grew bigger, going in unison with the dot's size. That joyful smile vanished when the pegasus guard from earlier in the day landed on the rooftop of a nearby building.

Those yellow, cat like eyes scanned the village, the stallion's determined gaze always returning to my temporary abode. Beyond the obvious fact blasting my way out of the house was a bad idea, another problem existed. The inhabitants of this "Equanimity" could have abilities and techniques to subdue unicorns that Equestria hadn't conceived.

I hated this sensation, this sense of hopelessness of not knowing what to do. As I returned to the dining room and sat on the cold mat, a little part of me began to slip away; that little part told me what I should try or attempt in order to solve a problem. Each room had minimal furniture, enough to necessitate a small stay. That once warm feeling inside of me, when my companion stood at my side, grew colder. My hooves began to shiver. I hung my head.

In that moment, a different side of me awoke and caused my hooves to stop shaking.

I focused my mind on the situation in front of me. Each floorboard, each wall, each piece of furniture was gone over. They gave me nothing. The carpet beneath my hooves remained untouched.

The front door slid open, and the pegasus stallion barged inside. His eyes glanced at me then around the room several times. He leered at me. I furrowed my brow and told him to leave. The stallion snorted, demanded that I stop using my magic, and slammed the door as he left. Those words confirmed my suspicions. Of my two options, I picked the latter and restrained my use of magic.

After bringing each of the four corners together, I brought the carpet to the dining room then laid it on the ground. Eight strange marks were seared into the fibers, two in each corner of the rectangular carpet. The pieces glowed in the light of the moon, giving off a slight luminescent color. I calmed myself. I pressed my hoof against each portion of the carpet.

It astonished me to see such ancient magic exist, one I had only read about in magical history books. The eight green marks floated into the air, and then merged together. I watched the alchemical symbol embedded itself into iron cooking pot. Soon, the glowing coals beneath the pot floated into the air then placed themselves inside.

Several seconds passed while the object shifted into the shape of a perfectly round sphere. Its exterior changed; my face reflected off the pot's shiny, silvery surface. The object squished against the wall. Silvery, spider web thin lines to formed. A door opened to dust and cobwebs. After a quiet, heavy gulp, I moved forward then swallowed my pride. In the light of the moon, the book bore the insignia, the cutie mark of that malefic stallion from the dark spire.

Page after page -- the way this stallion wrote -- sounded compassionate. These writings, these emotions were a far cry from the creature I faced in that dark tower. Poise's strange reaction in the market district made more sense when I skimmed over several more pages. The notes contained near primordial magical notations. Three quarters through the book, several pages were dedicated to describing a sacred event in Equanimity. The tome's final pages gave the answers I had sought. That new found part of me raged against my other side. I silenced both of them.

With a hesitant, magical grasp, I closed the secret door and placed the book in my saddlebag. The silvery lines coalesced back into the strange orb, which soon formed the iron cooking pot. I returned the pot to its original place, the alchemical symbol gone from its base. I placed the carpet back in the room with the door leading to the outside.

The stallion stood watch, still standing guard from what I could see after peaking out the front door. The moon had reached the halfway point in the sky.

I slid the door closed. A floorboard began to jiggle when I turned around. To my surprise, the small unicorn filly I darted past earlier that day popped up. She turned around; she looked at me; her eyes widened. The filly retreated back into the hole while tugging on the floorboard with her magic. She fled into the hole then flew down a tunnel underneath the structure. It took a few moments to squish myself through the hole with my saddlebag on.

Hoof-by-hoof I dragged myself down the tunnel, lanterns strung along the walls. The tunnel ended at a medium sized area.

A bookcase and bed were inside with four lanterns along the ceiling, an additional lantern on a nightstand. A quick gasp came from underneath the bed when I approached the book case, my hoof pressed against a book. Two green eyes stared at me.

Soft hooves guided the filly out from underneath the bed. The lantern levitated in front of her, retrieved from the nearby nightstand, the pony crept towards me. In a gentle voice she said, "Quiet Study?"

My flank hit the dirt, and my eyes widened. The little unicorn in front of me raised her light brown hoof and pressed it against mine. My dark-red hoof dwarfed hers. It couldn't have been her, yet there was no mistake. Glide hadn't aged a day since I last saw her in Gallopia.

Though I never spoke to her in or out of class, the filly would smile at me, being one of the more friendlier ponies in class. She was one of the few ponies that could stand my idiosyncratic nature.

I watched the filly in front of me illuminate her horn, causing her four hooves to glow. True to her nature, from what I could remember, the joyful unicorn filly raced around the area several times. She came to a stop at the base of my hooves then gave an elated grin towards me. I applauded my former classmate for her studious efforts in perfecting her spell.

Glide tugged on my right hoof. She wanted to play, even being quick to teach me her spell. I thanked her for the offer but declined.

"Dad brought me to Gallopia, but Mom found me. She took me away when that smelly place exploded --" Glide shivered, "they give the others some weird medicine in the temple."

Efficacy's writings were true. There was a powerful "medicine" made inside the strange structure that ponies consumed. No book, scroll, or tome told of how it was first made. The tome only told of a legend that said the elixir was a gift by the first ethereal phoenix. It had an intoxicating effect on the young and old. If any pony stopped taking the concoction, they would perish. Despite the fact, the ultimate benefit was not just a cure for all ailments and injuries. The elixir would grant some form of eternal life with eternal youth.

Glide remained stubborn. She refused to help, even though I pleaded with her to take me to where the white birds had flown. Instead, I was told to forget about the birds and play with her. There wasn't time for a game, yet, from what I knew of my former classmate, she wasn't too stubborn.

After taking time to study her spell, I used it on my hooves, and our race began from the center of the small room. The tunnels were big enough to let my opponent race around. I struggled to move myself. Several detours whizzed by. My opponent ended up in front, and then behind when I used a gust of wind to propel me even faster down the dirt pathway. Glide shook her hoof at me. Glide chuckled at me when I slammed into a dead end.

As I brushed the dirt off of my mane, a small bit of thanks was given for the quick game. A wooden ladder rose up towards a small hatch.

"Will you come back and play?" Glide said. She hugged my front foreleg as I turned away, biting down on my lip. Two water eyes stared back at me. I shook my head. "Watch out for mom. She guards the temple at night."

My mouth felt dry. I pushed against the hatch and peeked through the small crack to see a darkened area.

Out of the tunnel, I found myself in an even stranger place than what I had seen thus far. Several columns rose into the air, one at each point in the unusual structure. With Glide's spell still on my hooves, I crouched down then moved myself forward with my tail, going from shadow to shadow while taking caution not to push myself too hard.

The sound of flapping wings came from the ceiling. A beam of moonlight illuminated the perch in the center of the room. An ethereal phoenix descended onto it. My hopes were dashed when the bird opened its eyes. The bird puffed up its chest, and then relaxed. All I could hear was the soft noise of a door closing before Poise neared the intricately detailed metal perch.

The purple-eyed bird emitted a gentle squawk towards the mare who brushed its feathers. Poise plucked one feather, the bird unphased.

Despite the cool air, I began to sweat. My stomach snarled, and an object whizzed over head; the strange metal rope's pointed tip glinted in the moon's light.

"My daughter and her tunnels are such a nuisance." Poise said. Her eyes followed me as I came forward, struggling to control my hooves. She gazed at my cutie mark once more when I entered the moonlight. "I see. You're that colt from Gallopia. Steadfast."

Poise used her wing to rub the purple-eyed bird's chest feathers. Both mare and bird glared at me. I couldn't understand it. When I looked at them, it felt like I was looking into a mirror.

For a split second, I felt that familiar sensation. My voice echoed in the temple when I yelled for Otra. Wing flaps resonated inside the structure, and several birds descended to the ground with Poise's outstretched wing gliding by each bird.

"I'm not in the mood for tests. Where is my companion," I said. None of the birds in front of us was Otra. That resolve, that fire in their eyes paled in comparison to my companion's.

The purple-eyed bird screeched at me, causing the other phoenixes to fly towards their perches. Poise's metal rope wrapped around my neck before I could call to my companion a second time. It tightened, constricting around my throat like a snake. There was no time to concentrate on any of the spells I knew, so I wrapped my hoof around the metal rope.

Poise dug in. The mare's hooves skidded along the stone floor. I continued to drag her towards me. Poise maintained her composure when she relinquished her strange weapon, soon producing a new one.

I flung myself backwards. Though Glide's spell was incredible, I had little control over it. Much like the tunnel, I raced around the temple. Poise's phoenix darted after me, however, its speed paled in comparison to Otra's. I could hear the creature hiss when it failed to grab me.

After using a gust of wind, I propelled myself, by accident, into an ornate door. A wooden bar used to secure the door turned into splinters. Glide's spell around my hooves dissipated.

I scratched my head and stood up. I smiled before I opened my eyes when that familiar sensation came to me. Instead of being thrilled to find my companion, I found myself angered to see her chained to the floor of an iron cage.

I ripped the cage door off its hinges, crushed it into lump of metal, and threw the lump into the middle of the temple, destroying the purple-eyed bird's perch. Otra rolled her eyes at me. She sighed then placed a gentle wing against my cheek. The fire in her sky-blue eyes was a welcomed sight. With the shackles removed, my companion leapt out of her cage. She and I walked out of the room towards Poise and the ethereal phoenix at her side.

The quiet moment ceased as all of the birds squawked at once. I collapsed to my hooves from the deafening sound. Poise came closer with the purple-eyed bird on her back.

The doors to the temple opened. Villagers began to enter. All of them stopped and gawked at me. Poise's melancholic attitude remained unchanged towards the crowd that had formed. She spoke, in a monotone voice, of how I was like the stallion they took in so long ago, how I had taken advantage of their kind generosity. To Poise, I was similar in every way to Efficacy as the Ethereal Order of Equanimity barely survived with its matriarch having been stolen when she was just an egg.

Otra moved in front of me then shielded my body with her wings. Poise sniffed the air then went for my right saddlebag. The villagers gasped when she displayed the book that bore Efficacy's insignia.

"No, Skia." Poise said, the purple-eyed bird giving a menacing glare in return. The mare pulled the phoenix aside.

I struggled to my hooves. Otra looked at the crowd. She looked at the bird near Poise's side. My companion turned towards me. She nodded. The villagers watched as Otra leapt onto my back then gave two successive taps to my flank. Hushed voices came from the crowd.

The villagers formed an opening. Two more taps came to my flank. Otra gave a kind smile to me when I turned towards her. I faced Poise and stared at the book she clutched underneath her left wing. That awakened part of me wanted to demand the return of the book. The voice fell silent, and I faced the crowd.

As I moved passed the crowd and down the steps towards the center of Equanimity, I stood near the giant tree. The warm, beautiful, gentle sunlight filtered through the tree's canopy. A gentle wing pointed towards the path that led into the forest. I levitated the small treasure out of my saddlebag. Otra slipped her right talon through it.

Almost on instinct, before I realized it, I had formed a reinforced shield around the two of us. Otra stood in front of me, ready to shield me from Skia's sharp talons that lashed against the magical shield. Poise called to the bird once more. Skia refused to answer the command, bolting into the air then diving at the two of us.

Otra forced me down. The magical shield disintegrated. I stood up. My companion flew into the sky.

I looked down to see Glide standing in front of me. The villagers from the temple gathered in the center of the Equanimity. All of us watched the fierce battle between Otra and her opponent. Both of them darted by each other, battling one another in the expansive sky. Skia's attempts to catch my companion were futile. Every time she dove after Otra, Skia would miss.

After the final command, the purple-eyed bird turned her vicious gaze towards Glide. Poise bolted in front of me. Skia's open talons slashed the mare's right wing.

Otra dove towards Skia and landed a powerful strike against her. My companion floated to the ground then looked at Poise's wing. As Skia got up, she float into the air with her sharp talons raised. Otra shielded Poise and Glide.

A dark, sinister side had taken over. I opened my eyes to see myself latching onto Skia's neck with my magic. The purple-eyed bird flailed about, squawking in pain. It gasped for air while crying, almost begging to be released. That magical ring around the bird's neck constricted tighter, and then I stopped. As I recoiled in horror, my magical grasp around the bird's throat ceased.

Both guards from the temple brought the cage from the room. Poise turned away, nuzzling her daughter. My companion squawked at the guards who gave her a nod in return. The minotaur and pegasus stallion placed Skia inside the cage.

The saddlebag on my back slipped off. Skia's squawks became little more than a breeze against my ears when Otra looked at me.

"From the bottom of my heart, I thank you traveler for the deed you have done. You have returned our most precious treasure to us, however," Poise stood up then pointed her undamaged wing at me, "You will leave the Equanimity and never return." she said. The villagers' once hushed voices turned into angry shouts of agreement. Poise lowered her wing. She winced while folding her damaged wing to her side. Her once soft hooves grew heavy. The mare came towards me with Glide at her side. "The same poison that inflicted Efficacy's mind courses through yours. For the safety of our village, I forbid you from returning."

Glide moved away from her mother. She stood in front of me and raised her hooves. I placed a gentle hoof on her shoulder. I shook my head when she looked at me. Glide raised her hoof, and I raised mine. The filly hugged my front hoof after I put it down. She walked towards her mother.

The pegasus stallion and minotaur escorted me along the path that led out of the village. Both of them reminded me of Poise's words, and how I was forbidden from ever returning. I gave Equanimity a final glance before facing the pathway out of the village. On that final look, my companion was gone.

*** *** ***

I moved into the darkened forest with a heavy heart and hooves. Trees, roots, and shrubs crept by. Soon, a wall of darkness appeared. My hoof trembled when I reached forward. I looked behind to see the exit of the forest being nothing more than a speck of light. I turned back. Two precious, sky-blue eyes full of resolve and life stared looked at me.

Otra placed my saddlebag on the ground. She then proceeded to squawk into my ear several time, almost disciplining me like I was a misbehaving colt. My companion gave a final squawk and ended with a heavy sigh. Though her warm smile helped ease the tension in my chest, it could never erase what I had done. There was a true monster inside of me that I feared coming out.

My companion placed the saddlebag onto my back before I could go deeper into thought. After I checked my belongings, the only thing missing being Efficacy's tome, Otra leapt onto my back. She tapped my flank twice. A loud "clang" resonated in the air.

The thick mist in front of us dissipated, and Otra and I heard a loud scream. We watched a mare's face turn white before she screamed "ghost."

To my amazement, we were at the base of the mountain, outside the forest I had galloped into during the pursuit. The pony galloped off before I could ask the time and day. Otra and I chuckled at each other. It must have been absurd to see something like the two of us materialize in that fashion.

I galloped up the side of the mountain while she held on for dear life. My companion relinquished her grasp, flew off my back, and raced me up the mountainside. At the path's end, I found everything almost exactly the way it must have been when I left. From my bag, Otra retrieved a small note. With the strange wax symbol broken, I examined the note to see it written by Poise.

This is my only warning to you, the caretaker of Equanimity's most sacred treasure. Do not pursue your heart's desire, for it shall lead to your ruination.

My companion pointed at the note with her talon. I flipped it over to see Glide's small message, demanding a rematch without the use of my spell.

I looked toward the gates of Canterlot. That time, I simply smiled. After that smile, I moved forward -- with Otra at my side -- into Canterlot.

Diary Of The Banished

by DouglasTrotter

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