The stallion was a beautiful creature and the others who stood about made sure there was space for him. Now safe with them, there was a huge chance to get some answers. Seeing how distraught Quasimodo was though, she had to be patient. In this deeply beautiful place, there was still so much to be uncertain about. This grand steed had been attacked and the fur over his regal legs was torn off and cuts littered them from the fight with these hyenas. She knew which ones they were.

A great manner of others came gathering, all in silence. They knew this one horse. It was bluntly obvious. Quasi was holding back what sounded like sobs… which instantly made her feel bad for flipping out and yelling. Above everything, she was actually making matters worse and she wasn't looking at the big picture. Figment and his brand new partner Dreamer were up front and center of this new situation. At first, they didn't know what to do.

"Who's that? Think I have never seen him before…"

"One way to find out, pinky!" Figment piped up, flying off once again, beginning to hover over the elephant. "We gotta get out there!"

"Get out there? You're nuts! I know what Yen Sid said~ I can't go yet, but someone's hurt! Someone got hurt bad! We have to do something!"

This poor animal clenched his jaw tight as he tried so hard to move, but the pain was too much for him. He huffed and whined before an estranged voice began to come from his tensed lips. His ears were held back, sincere in his frustration.

"You had failed in sparing my hoofs, half form!" he barked, in an almost wailing tone. It was clear that he was speaking to Quasi who took the insult as a light joke.

"Hadn't you kicked me, I may have had a chance," Quasimodo replied in a strained voice.

"My rider may need to have a word with you then…" the stallion spoke even softer as his pained lessened.

"R-rest, sir, please… We will have you right. Soon enough…" Quasimodo reassured as questions started to rise out of the group.

"No. No way is this the Rider's— THE Rider's horse?" Woody spoke up, shocked.

"The one who r-rescued Mickey? When I lost him, at Pete's tent?" Sarah came in.

"Indeed, he kept that mouse. Kept from being found… There were a lion and tiger in those trees."

"Who are you?" the girl asked. She kneeled down by his side.

The black stallion huffed. "Ask the Hunchback who rescued you and your friends…"

"You mentioned… father." Gurri mentioned. "…Quasimodo. What is going on?"

Quasimodo's face was twisted with heartache. With that, he looked Sarah directly in the eyes….

"I did not want you to think you've lost your parents the same way I thought I lost mine… I dared not mention it. Sarah, I know you recognize this horse before you… I know you do…"

Sarah felt a huge knot tie up within her chest while her necklace ran cold. Another Villain she had seen many times, in books, movies, and the internet. Seemingly the worst Villain next to Maleficent. The monster they were up against now. She winced, knowing this would hurt her friend's heart even further, but she had to ask.

"But… he is… dead. Right?"

"The same way you thought Maleficent was?" Quasimodo's voice was gentle.

That shot terror through her heart. As all Villains went, it was a usual quick death at the conclusions of these films. Something wasn't connecting here. The stallion let out another scream, not caring about the crowd around him. Beautiful, enchanting music of Second Star To The Right still rang through the sound systems, muffling the terror happening beyond the enchanted border. Sarah felt a great deal of guilt of sprinting away in an overprotective panic when she did not understand much to begin with, therefore upsetting those trying their best to help her. She had to do her best now. None of this was about her, it never was.

"We are going to help you ... sir. Okay? Hang in there. I know someone who can help."

The Stallion rose his head, lamely with sleepy eyes gazed at her. "I'm sorry everybody..." the girl continued. "... I'm sorry."

Grumpy himself held some guilt, knowing that his own judgments got in the way often, but he did not expect to get a hug from the child. Yet everyone here knew she meant well. She and her friends had been through many trials. Things were just beginning to heat up. Quasimodo certainly had been on a long road, one that was a lot bumpier than hers.

Dreamer felt a great need to jump directly through into the basin. Why was there always no's much pain? Even what he felt before, it was so rotten. Yet something was keeping things together for the most part. Figment was right next to him, having quite an idea in mind.

So did the Dreamer.

With what he had learned so far, and with so much at the tips of their fingers, the Imaginaries got together in a dance! Figment began a ditty~ a norm that he was quite known for.

With one word there is so much we can do!
One thought! Two thoughts, three!
There's one thing we can brew!

From what started looking like a topiary garden, the place began to change and expand. Forming new places in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, the two were launched into a vast space filled with all kinds of seemingly precarious objects, that turned and tumbled. They fell and spun around them. Staircases, cups and cars, banners, and portraits. Soon castles, flying ponies and rainbows!

Somebody's gotta get back to runnin'~
Before that old witch tries to bust in!
One thought, two thoughts, three!
There's no one who can stop us
We're free!

Feeling exhilarated after singing for the first time after such a long while. Dreamer did not remember what it truly felt like. Visions he was seeing had such an uncanny familiarity that the elephant paused. There was so much lost before he was found but the truth was that he was rescued. The Blue Fairy had strong faith that it was the time that he knew exactly where he came from, even though he could not remember at all. The place was dark, the ground was covered in mountains and mountains of these faded orbs. The two were shocked by the sudden change and Dreamer skid to a stop, with the dragon sliding into him after they both flew down from the island. "Whoa!" Figment's yellow eyes were as wide as moons.

"I-I… wait, wait, wait… I-I know this place." Dreamer spoke as he slowly stepped along these orbs.

Some of them rolled aside as the two moved. Each one held a moving image inside of it. The elephant's eyes were drawn to one of them, and cautiously, he picked it up. He held it so gently as if it were made of glass as he peered at the faded image. He furrowed when he recognized a sweet, young face. A little girl was playing outside with a hula hoop, tossing it around on her arms and so forth. Seeing this child so happy brought joy to his heart, yet he still had the feeling that he knew her. Not long after though, the orb simply disintegrated into dust and floated away, as if in an instant. When the dust cleared, someone stood straight across from them. She glimmered so brightly being the only beacon within this strange and dark place. The woman opened her arms to them to come.

Dreamer smiled, beckoned to come to her but… something was wrong. Figment pulled his tail.

"Whoa whoa, gotta stop there! This isn't right…" Figment's instincts were going haywire.

The moment he was warned, Dreamer gasped when the Fairy's form began to falter like a waving mirage. A new form came to be. Tall and foreboding… wearing such dark robes. The woman stood far from them but this feeling of dread tortured the two. The color of her skin was a sickly dark green, yet her eyes pierced at them like needles.

"They thought you could hide here. Keep your eyes open, for always… or you might never see the light of day again." she spoke, in such a sweet voice, but those words were poisonous.

"How'd you get in here?" Figment angrily barked, as Dreamer looked on, agape.

"I have my own little ways, dragon. Besides, was I even speaking to you?" Maleficent smiled at the steaming Figment.

"No games this time, witch! C'mon, we can take her on!"

Maleficent was certainly not concerned with Figment, but she had her focus on the dumb-founded elephant. "Oh, gosh! Wh-why did you do that?" he muttered, hurt after seeing the vision of the Fairy. "A trick, a bad one! We've been told about you…" Dreamer finally spoke, slowly backing away from her as she lowered down to one knee.

"I'm not here for games. Have they really told you how I am? I was only looking for you."

"Don't listen—" Figment's voice was completely cut off.

Dreamer looked back for only a second to his friend only to suddenly find himself not among piles of dark orbs… but an entire library of them, filled with many of them, sporting colors of red, green, purple, blue and gold all sitting beside one another in an endless maze. Panicked when he was suddenly alone, Dreamer heard that woman's laughter… and he began to run, as fast as he could. No matter where he turned or where he looked, all he saw were these orbs, shining brightly at him.

Soon enough, he stopped once again, smacked with the sight … of an old red wagon.

You were not remembered

That woman's voice echoed around him as this old wagon with cardboard wings began to fall apart completely. He gasped when one orb rolled out from the wreckage to his feet. Inside was the vision of him jumping out of that wagon, in order to protect this glowing being… who resembled a fairy without wings. Seeing her go up in the wagon, he felt a jolt of happiness yet… pure dread.

You are not supposed to be here.
Why would anyone want a thing like you around?

"That is such a mean thing to say!" he cried back.

No one likes you.

"That— That's not true."

She didn't care enough about you. So you were thrown away. Never to be remembered again. In turn, you never remembered her. Your existence is useless. Which is why I am here, with you.

"Please, leave me alone~ I …"

Her name is Riley Andersen. That child you remember only a piece of, that is her. A fickle child, treating her parents with disrespect all because she moved across the country. The same type of child you've been traveling beside. She is just the same. She takes you for granted, just like Riley did. And you will be forgotten, again and again. Until there is nothing left.

"No, it-… She, they~ it's not their fault. It's… The Blue Fairy saved me. You're lying!"

He continued, turning into something he thought up at a whim. His jacket flew away, then his hat before hooves clopped on the strangely hardened ground. Out of his cotton candy sides came two wings and he pushed from the ground. Right when he got high enough, something black shot out at him to grab his tail. The Pegasus gave a grunt and kicked away from it. Something destroyed the colorful facade, revealing the darkened blue sky of the Imagination… that had just been bent to the dark mind of a truly dark Fairy, who managed the leak some of her magic through. With one crude swipe, Dreamer would have been captured if it wasn't for the blast from Merlin's hand. Next to him was the Blue Fairy, in a motherly panic. As a great light, she went beside the fleeing Imaginary in the air, dazzling a spell over his wings. Soon Figment, who led all this help to Dreamer, joined them. That was too close… It was to the point where even the Imagination wasn't safe. It was already being twisted…

Someone was there directly in front of Partners with steaming red eyes. His turban was a dead give away. After that sudden quake, Quasimodo, Woody, and Gurri all huddled about the Stallion and Sarah until the chaos just stopped. But it was the sky that was truly frightening. Out of stress, the stallion did his best to stand as this beautiful light purple and pink light spread against the dark, spiraling clouds having the sky clear almost all the way. It left the friends a bit confused until a winged creature was flying over the castle's height and almost crashed landed onto the roof of King Arthur's Carousel. It looked like a pink Pegasus or something… Sarah broke from them and ran towards it. "DREAMER! Oh my god! Are you okay?"

The winged pony shook his head, whirled about, kicked and reared in his panic until Sarah ultimately hugged his snout. He had soft pink fur, with purple hoofs, mane, and tail with fearful green eyes… That moment, he felt very safe enough to return to his true form. Sarah found arms around her as the wings vanished and a trunk wrapped around her shoulders. He was panting…

"Buddy! What… what happened!? What happened? Why are you here~ you're not supposed to be here—" Sarah worried. "Easy, easy~"

"He's been attacked…" Quasimodo whispered as he came over.

"She was there! She was there!" Dreamer replied finally, in between heavy breaths. "We saw her! She was there with us…"

"You gotta be joking~ She was physically there?" Woody fearfully ran up.

"Yeah! We were about to come but then things began to change and look weird. These balls with these pictures in them… She told me awful things, I—"

"She was messing with your head. But you got away. You did…" Woody was actually very proud.