Note: Hello! How are you all? Well, it is time to spend a chapter with Discord, Twilight, Rarity, and Flaming Star! To Austin, I bike and play golf, so I really have no idea what dimensions a swimming pool should be technically. However, it does not matter really, because if it was in nanometers, you would not be able to see it! Anyways, here is the latest chapter.

Dimension: Dishonored

Planet: Earth

Specific Location: Dunwall's East Bay Industrial Zone

Time: Six days after Lyric found Summer

Discord looked up at the massive lighthouse. It stretched high into the sky, however no light shone from the top. It was abandoned, like most of the other buildings in the vicinity.

"Ooooohhh… If I had no idea what dimension I was in, I would be shouting unintelligible things about Bioshock Infinite right now," he chortled, "So, teammates, I suggest we begin our investigate forthwith!"

"Wait a second!" exclaimed Rarity, "We have to scope out our surroundings first. We must 'get the lay of the land.'"

Discord snorted. "Did you just say 'get the lay of the land'? Who had the time to even explain to you to the meaning of that?"

Rarity glared at Discord. "I know a whole lot about field work, Discord! And considering the fact that I learned what I do know from Doxia, I would say that I know more than perhaps even you!"

Discord rolled his eyes. "Of course Doxia would be your teacher! Since he is technically immortal, he has plenty of time to explain to you what the phrase 'roughing it' means! Heaven knows how long it took for you to pass that one lesson."

Rarity tossed her head. "The phrase 'roughing it' means to do something without regular comforts. To embrace nature, if you will. It only took me a fortnight to understand that! Beat that!"

Discord was about to coyly remark on the definition of the word "fortnight" when Flaming Star interrupted sharply, "How can we be a team if we keep arguing?!"

Discord scratching his beard. "We were a team in the first place?"

"Please everypony!" cried Twilight, "I know you all aren't the best of friends, but that does not mean we have to constantly fight! Doxia entrusted us with a mission, and we must carry it through. If not for ourselves, then for the rest of Equestria and the multiverse!"

"I had no idea that Equestria was equivalent to the multiverse," commented Discord wryly. He would have gone farther, but he caught the eye of the disgruntled Flaming Star and decided that it would be wiser if he kept quiet.

"Now that we have that out of the way," said Flaming Star after quickly clearing his throat, "I think we should go and investigate."

Discord nodded. "Fortunately for us, this place and areas surrounding it are most abandoned. Thus we do not need to do too much sneaking around."

With that, Discord flashed out of existence and then immediately reappeared dressed as a fireman, totally standing out from his surroundings with the colors contrasting harshly.

"You always certainly do take things to the next level," grumbled Rarity under her breath.

Flaming Star strolled up to the boarded up door and vaporized it with a well-placed blast of crackling fragmentation energy. Despite the fact that the lighthouse was abandoned as Discord had said, the group could not help but crouch down and shuffle along as they crept up the rickety, dusty, old staircase that lead to the top.

"Discord, activate your traveler database and begin scanning for any form of cloaking devices," whispered Flaming Star.

"Why are we whispering?" whispered Discord back.

"If not for the sake of covertness, Discord, than for the fact that any sudden, loud sounds could cause this ancient stairwell to collapse," snapped Rarity in hushed tones.

Discord simply chortled, but then complied with Flaming Star's command.

"I don't see anything so far," murmured Twilight, pressing closely to Flaming Star.

"And my scanner does not see much as well," added Discord, "Whatever we are looking for must be higher up."

Flaming Star nodded and picked up the pace ever so slightly. The staircase groaned despondently in protest, but did not break apart… yet.

Twilight let out an audible sigh of relief as the team reached the top of the lighthouse. The glass casing that surrounded the ancient (and horribly cracked) electric light bulb was grimy, but they could see the smog-blurred skyline of the great city of Dunwall.

"I still do not see anything…" sighed Twilight, "Perhaps…"

"Wait a second!" exclaimed Discord suddenly. He transformed his firefighter outfit into an outfit akin to the classical Sherlock Holmes' style of dress. Holding up a conjured-up magnifying glass, he leaned close to the ground on the other side of the giant dead light bulb and tapped the ground in a specific corner. A strange "boing" sound resonated from the spot and a distorting ripple effect shimmered out from the contact point.

"A cloaking field!" squeaked Rarity, barely able to contain her excitement, "What is it?"

Discord slammed an eagle's claw fist into the field, releasing a sharp burst of green EMP power. The field shimmered again, twisted and distorted, and then popped, exposing a small USB-like device the size of a dime.

"An Amethyst USB drive," said Flaming Star, picking it up and scanning it with his traveler database.

"It appears so," murmured Rarity who had turned on her traveler database as well and was scanning it alongside him, "My goodness! According to my scans, there is a message on it!"

"Well, well, well, that is a gross misuse of space," snorted Discord who was also now inspecting it with his traveler database, "Look at this! According to this scan, there is 4 million terabytes of data space left! By Equestria!"

The team decided ignore Discord's foolish quip. In a moment Flaming Star extracted the message remotely from the drive and displayed it on a large holographic screen.

The image was of Sunflower. He was leaning against the outside rails of the lighthouse they were standing in even now. He had one of his sniper rifles set up as if he was readying it to shoot.

"To whoever is watching this," started Sunflower, "My name is Sunflower and I am… Oh… wait a second…"

Turning about, the Inquisitor looked through the scope of his sniper rifle and pulled the trigger. Not a single sound escaped the weapon as it blasted a beam of hyper-focused Dimensional Energy at incredible speeds. Twilight gasped and covered her mouth with a hoof. Rarity's eyes were wide.

"Welp, there goes the head of that one traitorous ambassador," murmured Sunflower to himself. He then straightened up and cleared his throat.

"Where was I? Oh, that's right… My name is Sunflower, and I am an Inquisitor. An Inquisitor part of the John 3 Inquisition Chapter, to be exact. I am video-taping this message because I am about to vanish off the map. Blue has vanished, and so has Dark, so I have nothing more to do but do the same. Most probably because… Well… There is an ongoing trial involving our… activities."

Sunflower sighed. He scratched the back of his helmet, and then scuffed his right foot on the ground.

"The truth is… I shot that traitor just now and am video-taping this message because I want to be caught. I want to be found after I hide and I want to be brought to justice. What my team and I did during the Maelstrom War was just wrong. If you look at the statistics, they will prove it… but I guess that Amethyst will alter said statistic after the war because of how horrid they are. Since that is probably what the case is going to be, I will just recite them myself, for they have burned themselves into my mind. Missions accomplished: 500,000,000,000. Targets eliminated: 197,065,215,369,918. Innocents killed: 79,123,687,974,365. See a problem with those numbers? We've killed almost as many civilians as we have killed enemies. Sure we killed almost every rogue Dimensional Lord, high-ranking Maelstrom official, and Arch-demon there is, but that does not eliminate the fact that we have killed almost as many children, women, and elderly. We are genocidal criminals, and we should be arrested or executed. Doxia, Arcturus, and Mattimeo should be prosecuted as well for authorizing us to do what we have. And… and Blue should suffer the most. He… he may be a friend, but I will never forget the faces of those countless mothers and children as he tore open their bodies to get to the targets that were cowering behind them."

Twilight began to cry, and Rarity fainted. To Flaming Star's surprise, Discord gently caught Rarity and began to fan her pale face. Slowly he wrapped a hoof about Twilight and brought her close to him. Sunflower paused for a moment, then he spoke again, his voice tight with sadness and anger.

"Blue, I believe, has already paid the ultimate price. But I fear that his powers have been passed on to another; however, that is not an issue that I am willing to worry about as of yet. Anyway… Back to the topic at hand… I can be found in the Meshe II dimension. If you are coming to kill me… then do it quickly. I will not stop you."

The transmission ended there. Twilight was still weeping silently, but Rarity had recovered.

"Oh Discord…" she mumbled, "What is going on?"

Discord quickly helped her to all fours and backed off, "What? Oh… nothing. Um… nice weather we are having today… yes?"

After a bit of mane-stroking from Flaming Star, Twilight got her emotions under control as well. She turned to look at her husband and mumbled, "Are we going to incarcerate Sunflower when we find him?"

Flaming Star shook his head. "It appears that he has suffered enough already. No. Doxia said nothing of punishment. We are to find him and tell him to return to Rerenhaw. Then we find Dark."

"I am locating Meshe II now," said Discord jovially, trying to lighten the mood, "Oh! I found it! I found the central planet as well… What a nice place it is! I am assuming Sunflower took up residence there."

Discord snapped a claw, and a portal quickly popped into existence. Through the rip in space, time, and dimension the team could see a grassy field and a crisp blue sky.

Flaming Star gently nuzzled Twilight before nudging her forward.

"I'm okay," she mumbled. Shaking her head as if to clear it, she then proceeded to step through the portal. She was followed by Flaming Star, Rarity, and then Discord. The portal then closed behind them with a small "pop."

The field that stretched out before them was lush and serene. However, the most defining element of the environment was the silence. No birds twittered, no bugs buzzed, all that could be heard was the gentle breeze rustling the sea of green grass.

"I have heard tales of Meshe II being an extraordinarily beautiful resort…" murmured Discord, "Incredible…"

"Why is it called Meshe II?" asked Rarity, still a little too much in awe.

"There are three Meshe dimensions. They are named after the main sentient inhabitance: the Meshemedadas. They are incredible beings, but I have only read about them," replied Flaming Star.

Twilight, who was a master of research (as most everypony knows), nodded her head and exclaimed, "Yes! They are unique because they are one with Imagination Energy. Just like fishes in the ocean feed, manipulate, move, and live in water, Meshemedadas feed, manipulate, move, and live within the Imagination Energy streams of the multiverse. Of course you cannot see it with the naked eye, but it has a profound effect on them nonetheless."

Discord's ears perked up with this description. His clothing once again altered from a Sherlock Holmes-like garb to the clothing of a safari hunter. Hoisting an oversized butterfly net over his shoulder, he exclaimed, "Amazing! Where is one?! I want to catch one!"

Rarity raised an eyebrow. "Discord, what part of 'sentient species' did you not understand?"

Discord actually hesitated. Then he grinned sheepishly and vaporized the butterfly net. "Ah… that is right."

At that moment, a voice range out, "Halt you four… I can drop you all from where you stand within nanoseconds of each other… or… at least I think I could. I do not know anymore…"

Flaming Star turned around slowly. It was Sunflower. His armor was grimy, battered, and tarnished, and hairline cracks covered his helmet and the eyepieces in the helmet. However, his dual sniper rifles were in perfect condition, and he was still standing strong. Beside him was a small purple Meshemedada. The thing was about the size of his foot. It had ears of a cat, a tail of a mouse, and a small, long, fluffy, pebble-like body with no neck. It had no limbs, but it could glide gently along the ground without any need for such things. Finally, it had small, beady eyes that somehow managed to radiate vast amounts of awe-inspiring gentleness and wisdom.

Sunflower slowly lowered the gun. "Your right," he murmured to the Meshemedada, "They are of no threat."

Suddenly the voice of the small creature radiated throughout the brains of Discord, Flaming Star, Rarity, and Twilight as the Meshemedada spoke telepathically to them. It had the voice of an innocent (yet outlandishly wise) child.

"Who are you four?" the Meshemedada asked.

"My… my name is Twilight," stuttered Twilight, "And… and this is my husband Flaming Star and my friends Discord and Rarity."

The Meshemedada bobbed a bit in acknowledgement. Then it said, "Again, Sunflower, they are of no threat."

Hearing this, Discord teleported over to where the Meshemedada was and exclaimed, "You… are… so… ADORABLE! By Celestia, Fluttershy would have a cuteness-induced stroke if she saw you! How old are you, little friend?"

"900 Billion years old, if you must know," replied the Meshemedada, causing Discord to gag on his own tongue.

At this point, Flaming Star chose to interrupt. "Sunflower," he said loudly, addressing the powerful (yet clearly disheveled) Inquisitor before him, "I have been sent by Doxia and the Rerenhaw Council to retrieve you and bring you back to them."

Sunflower cocked his head to one side and regarded the four beings before him coldly. There was an ominous silence as the lifeless eyepieces of his frightening masked helmet stared at them.

Then he said "Doxia and the Rerenhaw Council sent you? The Rerenhaw Council was disbanded."

"We know," replied Flaming Star evenly, "But it was reinstated along with the rest of the Amethyst Empire."

"It was reinstated?" asked Sunflower, a faint whisper of hope creeping into his tone of voice, "Does that mean High Lord Kytax has returned?"

Twilight answered for Flaming Star this time. "No," she said, rather mournfully, "He had to return to his self-imposed exile. We do not know when he will return."

Sunflower's shoulders sagged, and he sighed, "Whenever Kytax was about, things felt alright, even when they were not. Oh well. I guess there is not much use in resisting, is there?"

"Not really, no," said Discord, "Unless you want to add four more tally marks to the list of innocents killed by your team."

"Discord!" exclaimed Rarity, appalled, "Watch what you say!"

Sunflower shook his head. "No, it's okay. I deserve this. I suppose we must go, then. However, before we leave, I have a question: do you know of who got my Inquisitor abilities? I relinquished the Inquisitor DNA sequences to the Imagination Energy outflow, you know."

"Doxia told us of that you had given away your abilities, but we do not know of the recipient," stated Flaming Star.

Sunflower hesitated. Then he cocked his head to one side again. "That is odd," he replied, "I gave them to one of your kind. I thought for sure they would be renowned throughout your dimension as a great hero by now. Something must have gone awry."

"You gave such incredible powers to one of us ponies? Why?" breathed Rarity.

Sunflower shrugged, "When I found that I could relinquish my powers to a specific individual, I sent it out to one I thought would be the most qualified in mind and soul to handle such intoxicating power. It was a blind filly… Her mane was purple and her coat was yellow. She seemed so full of love for life. I thought for sure she would bring the kind of pure justice my team and I could not."

Twilight's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "That sounds like…"

Flaming Star gently covered her muzzle with a hoof. Then he glanced at her sadly and shook his head. Now was not the time.

At this moment Sunflower seemingly broke out of his trance. Giving his head a quick shake, he said, "Nonetheless, that does not change anything. Let us go."

Sunflower then turned to the Meshemedada that hovered beside him. Getting down on one knee, he looked into its eyes and said, "I will be going now, my friend. Thank you for all the things you have told me. You have been a light of hope in the darkness of my grief."

The Meshemedada blinked in acknowledgement. Sunflower then stood up and strapped his dual sniper rifles to his back.

"Lead on!" he exclaimed, a little bit of the old Inquisitor Sunflower returning.

Flaming Star nodded his head decisively and opened a portal to the Rerenahaw dimension with a swift gesture.

Flaming Star then hopped through, followed by Twilight, Discord, Rarity, and Inquisitor Sunflower.

Dimension: Once Upon a Time

Planet: Fairy Tale Earth

Specific Location: Snow White and Prince Charming's Castle

Time: Six days after Lyric found Summer, Twelve years after the Evil Queen Regina's curse

Orion stormed into the large abandoned dinner hall.

"HAROLD!" he screamed into the darkness.

"What is it? Seriously?" snapped a voice from the shadows.

Orion whirled to face the direction of the voice and hurled a deadly bolt of Dark Matter. The bolt simply fizzled out into nothing before it even reached the shadows.

"Resulting to violence, are we? You must be mad," snorted the voice of Harold, "What is it now? Did I forget to take the car parts out of the dishwasher again?"

"Pictor is dead," hissed Orion, "And I have good reason to believe that you planned it all along."

"Well, someone is getting smarter!" exclaimed Harold scathingly, "Yes. I was planning that all along. The more Blue takes control of August's mind, the more often he becomes Blue and not August. The death of Pictor was just the push toward Blue we needed, I believe. Soon August will be a mere memory, and Blue will have emerged completely."

"How many times must I stress that that is NOT a good idea?" snarled Orion.

"About a billion," chuckled Harold, "But that is not a problem. As I myself have stressed: we must ensure that he becomes Blue."

Orion sighed. "I still do not understand. But it does not really matter now. However… I don't suppose the next step involves my death, does it?"

Harold did not answer this question. Instead he started telling a story. "Once upon a time, there was a Care Bear. His name was Warm Heart. He was a wonderful bear, believing in all that was good and kind. He was a friend to all and all were friends to him. However, one day a terrible signal was sent throughout Care-a-Lot. Dark Heart had undergone a demonic transformation. Now instead of trying to capture little kids to convert them to his cold-hearted ways, he was capturing children so that he could strip them and peel off their skin for decorations. The Care Bears started the greatest mobilization of their forces since the Demon Invasion of 1918. Warm Heart and Tender Heart spearheaded the attack. The battle was fierce, but eventually the incredible powers of the Care Bear Stare decimated Dark Heart's fortress and turned Dark Heart himself into naught but dust. Unfortunately, there was a cost. So twisted was Dark Heart's mind that he devised a last-resort plan that, if he be killed, the whole gorge that his fortress was situated in would be obliterated in one, massive, black magic blast. Though all other plans had been foiled at the paws of the Care Bears, that one plan carried through flawlessly. The whole gorge was destroyed, and countless kilograms of rubble were piled upon many a Care Bear's head. By some miracle, Tender Heart had foreseen the final attack and evacuated most, but at least a score of Care Bears and Care Critters were trapped. One of the beings who was trapped was Warm Heart. However, unlike the others who were buried, he was not dead. All of his ribs were broken, and all of his limbs had snapped, but he was alive. 'Thank the stars,' he said to himself through his tears, 'now surely my friends will come and save me.' But no bear came. The Care Bear corps was gone. He waited a day… then two days… then three days. Sadly, no Care Bear came to even search the debris of war. He was alone. But, luckily for him, on the fourth day, when he was at death's door, another being came: Archangel Bottarr. Bottarr, unlike most of those foolish angels, was not wholeheartedly interested in recruiting the good and the noble. Of course He Who Sits on the Throne had handpicked beings like Doxia, Mattimeo, and Meadolax and he had to comply with those choices, but whenever he got a chance, the Bottarr would do a bit of 'Dimensional Lord shopping' himself. Thus, he decided to restore and recruit the unstable-minded Care Bear Warm Heart for the deep-seated anger that was beginning to boil up. At first Warm Heart went into denial. He tried to kill himself, then he turned to drugs, but his Dimensional Lord body was too strong, he could not eliminate the pain he felt in his heart. Thus, he turned to the only thing he had left: hate. Though he never showed it to those who knew him, he devoted himself to destroying the lives of everyone around him, just like his life had been destroyed. With this new purpose, he took on a new name… Orion… er… I mean Bob."

Orion just stood there, livid with anger. There was a pause, then Orion hissed, "Where did you hear that story?"

Once again, Harold did not reply to this question directly. Instead he said, "All semblances to real-life character living or dead are completely coincidental."

"THAT WAS MY LIFE STORY!" shrieked Orion, "HOW DID YOU HEAR OF IT?!"

"I won't answer that," said Harold smugly, "But, let us say, I am a sucker for the miserable, betrayed, hate-stricken masses. I've been about a bit… I know… stuff."

Orion had now gotten his emotions under control. "What does this have to do with anything?"

"I just want you to remember that no matter who you are, I can see straight into your weak, black soul," said Harold with a wry chuckle.

Orion actually gulped. However he quickly recovered and snapped, "Is there anything else you want to tell me about what the story has to do with anything?"

"Oh, not really," replied Harold in a sing-song voice, "Let's just say it is a little preview of what I have in store for August…"

Note: You guys would not believe how many different stories weave around A Mending Soul. But, yes, Orion is actually a Care Bear, or, he was. There are many secrets yet to be revealed. Now please review! If you give me a review (A.K.A. FEEDBACK) I will give you a pet dolphin. I've always wanted a pet dolphin almost as much as I've wanted a pet Koala... or Kangaroo. Did I mention that it was invisible? Invisible dolphins are cool too.