Crag rubbed his head with one hoof, slowly rising from the ground.
The third thing Crag noticed was his father, prone but still in one piece.
Before that, he was understandably distracted by the horde of stingtails who fled from the settlement, a group now including his sister.
Before anything else, however, his eyes beheld the most glorious pony he had ever seen, a giant, winged unicorn with a pearly white coat and flowing mane.
“Are you all right?” Canary called, running to Granite’s side.
“Been better,” Granite started, “but what just happened here?”
“The Master has returned” muttered Writ.