I turn around to grab a stick and almost crash against a dragon, who dodges me with liquid ease. “Applejack? What in Tartarus are you doing here?” He asks, his eyes darting around the room as I step away from him, “Is this still Surane? Where is Twiligh– Oh, damn, DAMN,” He grabs me by the shoulders, and when he lifts me I notice there’s some writing on the dirt under the trees. “Applejack, where in Tartarus is Twilight!”