Ponies didn't seem to mind me much; in fact, they barely paid any attention to me at all. They discarded me as some normal pony and went on with their business. I was actually enjoying the lack of attention, giving me time for me to think.

Why am I here? How did I get here? How do I get back home? I kept thinking to myself. Why do I keep having those dreams?

It was now starting to get late, so I went back over to Twilight's house. I walked in, it was still unlocked; however, as I walked in, I noticed that Twilight had not yet returned. The sun was going down and it looked like they weren't back yet.

"Huh…?" I said quietly.

I looked over to the side to see Spike; he was sorting out some books that he had put in the wrong place earlier. He gave out a small, quiet yawn, almost undetectable. He looked like he was ready to get to bed, but wanting to finish this first.

"Hey, Spike, are Twilight and the others back yet?" I asked.

He yawned again and looked over at me.

"Oh, it's you. You know, you didn't have to yell at them like earlier today."

"I just asked you if they have returned or not." I said in an irritated voice.

"I know, calm down. I don't think they have. They're probably very busy at the castle."

"What are they…?"

"Who."

I was interrupted when I heard the sound of an owl. It flew up to Spike, taking a book from his hand, or claws, with its talons.

"Who who."

"Hey, Owlowiscious! I'm sorting these!"

"Who!"

"I am!"

"Who."

"I said I am!" The owl then pushed Spike towards the staircase, making another 'who' sound.

"Ugh… fine…" He yawns once again. "But those books better be in the right place…" He yawns again, but more noticeably this time. He then walked over to the stairs and walked up to his bed.

"Um…" I was confused from what I just saw, an owl just took a book from a dragon and… I think it told him to go to bed, too. The owl took the book that was in its talons and moved to another place in the shelves, placing it where it belongs.

"So… your name's Owlowiscious?"

"Who."

"You."

"Who who."

"You! Your name's… wait…" I sighed, feeling my hoof planted right on my face. "Oh… duh…" I was so used to animals talking that I had not realized that the owl wasn't able to talk like that. It looks like not all animals are able to talk after all.

I looked out the window with a curious look my face, ignoring the owl that went back to work.

"What are they doing out there?" I said, wondering why it was taking them so long to get back.

I decided to get some rest. I walked up the stairs and then over to my bed. I got myself under the covers, and then closed my eyes. After a few minutes I drifted to sleep, and then the dream continued.

I woke up in a long grassy hallway; the walls made of marble and covered with green vines and there was no ceiling, just a blue sky with some white clouds. I stood up and looked around; I was in a familiar place. I looked at my limbs and, just as expected, I saw hands, not hooves. I was human again, standing now on two feet. I was in the maze again, the Labyrinth of the Gargarath.

I continued down the straight hallway, shifting my feet slowly along the grassy ground. After a few minutes of walking, I got to a few doorways, four of them, two on each wall in front of me. I walked forward and went through the one on the right furthest from me. It was a curved hallway, and I walked down it again. When I began to hear the sound of shifting metal, that's when I stopped dead in my tracks.

I kept against the wall, I was next to a doorway and the sound of metal was coming from inside it. Loud footsteps slightly muffled by the dirt and grass floor, but metal shifted and scratched against itself with every step. Slowly, I edged myself to the doorway; I turned my head just enough to peek from the corner. It lead to another hallway the same as the one I was in now, curved and the doorway was at the wall, not the beginning or end of the hallway, and there I saw it.

A giant man, at least eight feet tall and five feet wide. He wore a suit of heavy metal armor that covered every inch of his body. He was walking away from my position, his back to me. It was obviously old; the metal armor seemed a bit worn, and covered in growing vines. Each step was heavy and slow, and he held a sword almost as tall as himself

I knew this was not good news, somehow I just knew that I don't want to face against this thing.

It stopped suddenly, and turned its head towards me, its armor helmet had long horns from the sides and it had very small openings where its eyes are to see, its eyes were blood red and glowing brightly. The moment I saw the armored face I turned back out of the doorway and out of view, my back against the wall again. I hoped it had not seen me; the hulking armored beast was twice my size! I knew it had seen me when I heard a metallic roar from its position, and loud metallic steps quickly coming towards the doorway next to me. I ran; I ran back the way I came, and behind me was the metallic beast chasing after me, I was surprised by how well it was keeping up with me, encouraging me to run even faster.

After a few minutes of rushing through other doorways and down halls to get away from the creature that could easily crush me like a grape, I tripped over my own feet. I lost my balance and fell flat on my face. I groaned in pain, I hit my knee on the ground hard. Instantly I looked behind me to see the armored beast right behind me; it raised its large blade and swung it down at me. I closed my eyes tightly and covered my body with my arms in a weak attempt to protect myself from the inevitable hit. I was scared, this was my end. It was now going in slow motion and for once I was thinking of someone other than myself. I thought of how the others, the ponies, seemed to care for me; no one had ever cared about me before. For a moment, I wished that I had been more kind to them. Maybe, just maybe, I would even be able to call them… friends, friendship that I would want to protect. It hit me, but something unexpected happened. Its sword hit something on my arm, bouncing off of it. I slowly opened my eyes and, on my arm, I saw a white shield. It was blurry and faded like an old photo, surging slowly with light. I was confused, and then I saw the beast raise its sword again. It swung its sword down again; I raised my small shield up and the same thing happened. The sword bounced off my shield and the monster stepped back from the force of its sword bouncing back; this amazed me.

I quickly got to my feet, my shield in hand. I was nervous, but I could stand against this beast, if only to deflect its attacks. It moved its sword once more and I then raised my shield at it. I don't know what's going on with this shield, but I am protected. If I can't beat it, I can at least use this shield to escape it more easily, protect my own life, and then it all went wrong. For unknown reasons, the shield disappeared, and the sword hit me hard, I felt the pain from the sword launch me into a wall in which I felt even more pain; that's when I woke up.

I gasped as I shot up to a sitting position on my bed, my eyes wide open and I was breathing heavily as if I had been holding my breath for hours. I looked around; I was in the library again. I sighed in relief and got out of the bed. Something caught my attention, downstairs there were murmured voices. I walked down the stairs slowly as to not interrupt the noise and saw Twilight speaking with Spike, they both turned to face me when I got down the stairs.

"Oh, Allard, it's good to see you," she said, "I need to tell you something."

"If you're going to try to talk me into helping with whatever issues you have, then forget it."

"But we really need your help, Celestia told us what's going on and she believes you really are involved with this and on our way back home we were-"

"Forget it, it's not my problem." I began to head towards the front door; however, the next thing she said stopped me.

"Please, Celestia thinks that the Gargarath is being set free by somepony."

I stopped right there. The Gargarath, that name sounded familiar. "Labyrinth of the Gargarath…" I murmured silently to myself, remembering the words on the maze entrance of which I wasn't sure how I was able to read.

"What was that…?"

I turned around and faced her. "What was that word you said?"

"Gargarath?"

"Yes, that one!"

"You… know about it?"

"Yes! Well, sort of… I've been having… strange dreams lately."

"What? What kind of dreams?"

"I've been dreaming about some sort of maze, a Labyrinth. There was something about it being called the 'Labyrinth of the Gargarath' or something like that…"

Twilight's eyes widened. She lowered her head and thought for a bit, looking to the side with her forehoof pressed below her muzzle.

"Allard, I want to talk to you about what we discussed with the princesses… will you please listen?"

I looked at her for a moment. It was possible that she had an explanation for my dreams; my curiosity compelled me to agree with her. I sighed, and then forced a response.

"If… if I really am somehow involved in this, then I guess it's best that I understand what's going on, eh?"

Twilight smiled at my response and nodded. "Yeah."

After that, we sat down in front of each other and began to talk. Twilight did most of the talking and I did most of the listening. She went on about the two brothers from a chaotic realm, splitting the realm into two separate ones. After a bit, she got to the fight, and the six personalities that were needed to release the Gargarath, and the Targawrath locked in a Labyrinth. Then she spoke of the key needed to fully free the Gargarath, and that it was possible that I was it.

When she finished, I began speaking. She asked me about my dreams and I answered by telling her that I was in the maze, the Labyrinth, how it felt so real and how I was human whenever I dreamt about it. I also said that it starts where it lasts ended. This set Twilight to think a bit, wondering what this is all about.

"What if… what if the labyrinth is hidden… within you own mind?"

"What…? That's impossible. You said that the labyrinth was made and hidden thousands of years ago; I'm nowhere near that old! There's no way it's within me, unless it can magically move, and it's already known that real magic doesn't exist in my realm."

"I know but it's the only real explanation we have right now. Think of it, the same power that locked away the Gargarath is needed to fully free him. The only power that's truly the same is the Targawrath himself! His soul, and therefore his power, must me hidden within your mind in a complex labyrinth; it would fully explain your dreams and why you have come here."

"How is that even possible, though? Also, why now? Why it is that am I having these dreams now and not before?"

"I'm not sure how the labyrinth would be in your mind, and I don't know why you're having these dreams now, but I have a feeling that the Gargarath somehow drew as much power as he could to bring you here. But there's one thing I can't get…"

"What is that?"

"Somepony, not the Gargarath, has to be the one doing the work. The Gargarath's body is stone, unable to move. Somepony must be serving him to free him."

"I don't get it, why would anypony WANT to free him?"

"I'm not sure. Allard, we need your help. I know you don't want to get involved, I understand, but please… we need you…"

I looked at her; she had a desperate, worried face. She should be worried, her whole world, all of our worlds, are in danger.

"I will help."

She smiled brightly, suddenly all my air was gone when I was embraced by a sudden, powerful hug. I winced; I could swear that my eyes would pop out if she didn't stop.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Agh… choking… air… need…"

Twilight's eyes widened suddenly when she realized what she was doing, then let go of me. I fell with a large gasp for air.

"S-sorry… won't happen again…"

"Agh… so… what… do we do now?"

"Now, you need to get some sleep."

A/N: Thank you for reading, there are two more chapters coming up, they might be up tomorrow or even later today. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think.