Walking down the darkened trail, I know that it's midday but no light from the sun seeps past the trees of the Everfree. No birds chirp, only the roars of distant predators offset the rustling of the trees from the self-behaving wind. The swishing of my cloak and the clopping of my hooves on the broken stone path are the closer sounds that echo repetitively in my mind.

Coming to a thicket of brush on the path, I push through it to find myself in a clearing. The clearing is just as dark as the rest of the forest. In the middle of the clearing is a squat stone hovel, barely big enough to contain one room. A small smile graced my lips under the hood of my cloak as I walk to the door of the hovel and push it open.

Inside, lit by the flickering orange light of a torch, I see a set of stairs that lead downward into even more darkness. Making to close the door, I walk down the stairs into the long hallway. A distance away, I see a soft white glow.

Air is suddenly displaced in front of my face as an axe swings from a recess on the right of the tunnel into the recess on the left. As it swung by, a warm liquid splattered onto my face and cloak. A deep chuckle escapes my mouth.

"So somepony else found the shrine. How amusing," I say, my voice lacking of any of the amusement that I spoke of. With a the 'whoosh' of fastly displaced air, I spread my wings in the tunnel until the metal tipped ends touch the stone walls on either side. When they did, the axes stopped swinging and a tingling went through my body. White sparks danced where metal tip met wall.

I begin to walk down the hall, my wingtips dragging against the wall, the sparks continuing their dance. A soft squishing accompany my hooves as I step through the remains of the curious pony.

"Sweet Book of the Night, my mind is full of duress..."

When I feel that I'm past the axes, I move my wings down to where the tips sit slightly below my back. They never leave the walls as they do, allowing the sparks to continue their dance.

"Assist me in bringing my frights to light, with the passive power I possess..."

After passing the current death trap, I quickly tap the wall with the metal tips before bringing my wings up so the tips are almost touching each other. The white sparks are now dancing between the tips. The tingling feeling increases as my body becomes an independent circuit of power.

"Show this colt, that which he fears..."

Entering the chamber at the end, I snap my wings outward and feel as the energy is discharged from my body as white bolts of pure energy shoot out at the walls. Orbs sitting in the upper corners of the room suddenly began to glow with the white light.

"Should I bolt, should I shed tears..."

I walk up to the white light from before to see that it is a levitating book. The cover and the pages look as dark as night with a pair of green, feline eyes decorating the front.

"That which you seek, becomes your tool..."

I look past the book at the floor to ceiling mirror. I notice first that my normally rose colored eyes have become as black as night, making me look like my eyes are closed under the shadow of my hood. The black cloak, which covers my slightly lighter coat is bunched up on my back by my raised wings. The tips of the fathers were a crimson color.

"Of course I speak, of the essence of my soul!"

The quick flipping of pages drew my attention back to the book. The pages were moving so fast they caused a blur. Finally, the book settled on two pages, both as black as the rest. Written in the white sparks that had recently danced from my wingtips; four words encompassed both pages.

HAVE FUN LITTLE PONY