We nervously strolled forward on pristine marbled tile in the foyer of Canterlot Castle. I found myself slowing the pace of the two kids and stepping evermore warily. For no matter which way I glanced, I could not escape the eerie and sinister feelings that engulfed my every waking thought.  
It felt like slithering tentacles, electricity, power. Something hidden behind the veins of reality. Yet nothing was seen.  
I shuddered as the feeling was growing stronger.  
“Are you alright Seraphi?”, asked Sweetie Belle.  
“Uh, yes, I suppose.. Is? Is, there, something you can notice,,, here?”, I said sweeping my fingers across the scenery.  
Both of the children took my request seriously enough, eventually giving in to know the answer to the presumed ‘trick question’.  
Making no assurance to my worry, I diverted and humored them instead, “See, the floors don’t match the ceiling.”  
“Ohhh! Is that all.”, they both commented, and light chit chat ensued about Rarity, all the while, my teeth, my scales, my claws and head spike ground with chilling fright. This ‘entity’ was ahead. We were all walking toward it, the children oblivious to it’s magnitude.  
Our names were announced by Guardsmen, and we entered the Grand Hall of Royal Canterlot. I shielded Spike with my tail and scooped up Sweetiebelle. Something was about to attack us. My head was screaming. We were about to be killed. I saw only darkness and horrible worms of smoke emanate from directly in front.  
“Hush, silentio , de tenebris in lucem”, I heard faint words like ice crystals on glass… And suddenly my panicked state subsided as the sensations and visions of hidden terror fled away.  
“Um, you can let us both go now.”, said Spike.  
I shook me head clear, I did as asked. I forced my breathing carefully, my heart was still racing.  
“Something wrong?”, said a tall glowing pony with an orange buzz-saw, ass-tattoo.  
“Nothings wrong”, said Spike heaving my tail off his shoulder.  
The glowing pony wasn’t the threat, it was the one right beside her, blue, black and shifting from what seemed altered dimensions. My feet slid backward without thought, it was ‘this’ pony.  
“You there!”, said the blue pony, her form becoming more ‘realistic’ as she spoke, “Why dost thou…”, her question trailed off. She stood up, and cantered toward us. As she did, the sensations of dread vanished like clouds into an empty blue sky.  
Clop, clop, clop.  
Her turquoise blue eyes seared into mine.  
“Um, Princess Luna”, this might be yours said Spike commanding her attention and forcing us all to kneel. He presented a blue tome to Luna.  
I drew the children close once more. I did not trust this blue monster in front of me.  
Princess Luna scanned over the title of the book, as she did so, she began to ask the children questions, but tears and broken speech appeared to flood her mind. She seemed to be recalling long lost memories. “This book…”, was the most coherent thing she could say, along with, “Star Swirl… Sniff”, “..friend…”, “why did I not find…before…”, “moon… My shame…”.  
The atmosphere seemed to lighten in mood and I took a long breath to steady my nerves.  
That was until…  
“HOMUNCULUS!!!!!”, screeched a voice behind us. At that same moment two small butterfly nets engulfed me. One propped over my head spike, the other neatly resting upon my shoulder.  
“We have it!”, bellowed two feverish looking ponies behind me.  
“Mageling”, said weeping Luna to me, her eyes innocent and lost.
 
(Yeah, I’ve been sick.. I hate sick..)