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The Night Courts of Canterlot were an unusual place indeed. These proceedings were more subdued, calm, and held a certain peacefulness that made Stormstride feel more at ease. Though given her escort, the minor noble was likely one of the few ponies feeling at ease. Nobility often had their own private honor guard, which was nothing new. What did appear to be new was the fact that Stormstride's Honor Guard were wearing armor made of a black, non-reflective metal, and adorned with antlers, horns, and what looked likes claws and fangs of dangerous and wild beasts. There were even a few dragon claws attached to the helm of what was her captain. They were quiet, but their faces were hidden behind full helmets, their full bodies covered in chainmail, furs, pelts, leathers, and plated armor that made them look like walking amalgamations of monstrous magically crafted metal golems and wild animals combined. Clashing with that was the mare herself, in a simple white satin toga and golden crown made in the shape of lightning. Maretonian nobility by style and design, and the way she carried herself as well denoted that same are that Maretonian Unicorns carried. The self importance and pompousness many of them had was there, but to a much less degree. The only thing about her that stood out as strange were the shoes on her hooves. One could see the gleaming silver metal, and the mounting screws driven into her hooves, permanently mounting those shoes to her. On her neck hung a simple silver charm, cast with the family crest of her house. The mare's emerald green eyes stood apart from her mottled gray and dark gray mane. The silvery streaks blending in her mane twisted with the dark rolling grays, creating the look that her mane, tail and coat were made of rolling storm clouds, and beset with two gems for eyes. The deep and long scars on her chest, left cheek, and left front leg were visible. This mare was no stranger to combat. However it seemed she came not to pick a fight. Instead when it was her turn to speak she came forward, produced a scroll with her credential and then spoke in a tone of both respect and dignity. "Your highness, Princess Luna. I have come before you to request your advice and assistance on a matter dear to my family and our home. As many here are aware, I, Stormstride Cloud am not within good standing within Equestria. That being said, I hope that that will not taint the request I wish to place before you. My daughter has..." She paused, to glance around as if checking to see who was watching before continuing. "My daughter has stopped dreaming. In fact she has not had a dream in many years. I have tried my own magic to help, and sought the help of others in my own lands. However, this is something that we can not understand, nor can we treat. This lack of dreams has brought my daughter a lot of anguish as of late. She is of the age she wants to attend a more focused school. Centering around her talent in cooking. She has several selected here in Equestria and a few in Maretonia. But she has become depressed because she is very different." Stormstride took a step closer, and spoke in a whisper, "Please. I know Your sister loaths ponies like myself, but do not hold it against a filly barely out of her foalhood years. She's already deaf. She shouldn't have to suffer this too." Despite the looks and jeers of a few of the Canterlot nobility that knew of Stormstride's reputation and her previous deeds or misdeeds as they would refer to them, the mare before Luna was sincere in her request. She did not make a show, but she was almost begging for help. This was in honesty a mother seeking help for their child. And so it seemed Stormstride had no other choice but to come to Equestria to seek help.
So last night I was having my usual strange dreams, but what got to me unparticular was this part of the dream where I was in a video game world. I had been running through a corridor and into a room where I found a sword on the wall, but the thing seemed to be made of wood, but for some reason a bit more durable. However, it proved to be completely useless against the wooden warrior that now stood in the doorway. Now my problem wasn't that I couldn't kill the dam thing, even though the sword was uselessly bounced off the warrior’s wooden body. I just couldn't seem to bring myself to kill it. I at one point tried to stab the warrior in the eye, and something in my head told me it would work. I even saw flashes of what the killing blow would look like, but once I had taken the shot at his eye. I pulled back, because although it would have been easy. I had realized the idea of stabbing this thing through the eye made me feel horrible. It was at this point I was starting to realize I was in a dream, and even rationalized that it was just a character and it was alright to kill it. So trying a different tactic, I then managed to get on his back and got into a position to snap his neck, and I had even started the process, but before I got past the breaking point. I again stopped I screamed at myself that he was a fictional character, but I just couldn’t do it. The idea of killing him just made me feel sick. So, again I let him go, and it was at this point that I woke up. So before you all start wondering if I'm just a super softy. I will tell you that this level of compassion is not a common thing for me. I actually have super mean days to, but I am most of the time in the middle. So I declare that today I am a super good guy, because by tomorrow I will probably be back to normal.
It was a sunny day, and I was having a picnic with my brothers. When all of a sudden, random sounds in the bushes were heard. All of us were too scared to look. So we waited it out, and it stopped. For a second, we thought it was a squirrel, or a chipmunk, but no. it was something way worse. A zombie. So, we jumped up, and ran for a little while. Then we came across a big bunker type thing. It was enormous. It was made of metal, and it was a light blue, teal like color. And there was a shield, not like a knights shield, but a small wall. On it was a small turret. Not full of bullets, but spider like creatures from Half Life. I began shooting. But the zombies got too close, so we ran for a door. It was to the right of the entrance, but in the all the way back. So, we made for the wooden door. We made it, and then locked it when we were all inside. We all went towards the corner where we'd thought we would be safe. And we were wrong, the door busted down with ease. The spiders were on there side, and they came after us. THey were heading towards us. And not a moment too soon. We found a door. We ran in, and not noticing it. One of us hit a button. We launched. When we landed we were in a station. It was kinda cool. We were messing around and I jumped through a window trying to get home. And landed on a moving platform. I looked, and the station began to fall. So I was panicing. My brothers were still inside. So I waited for the platform to move to an opening. I found an opening, so I jumped as far as I could. Landing in the building. I began running through the hallways. When all of a sudden, the station began falling faster. So I ran as fast as I can. When I thought of what would happen if the station fell, I ran even faster, when out of nowhere. I jumped, and transformed into a Shining steed. A white horse with a flowing mane made of pure sunlight. I ran at 40 MPH. Every time my tail would whip, a huge flash, almost like lightning would appear. I then found the exit after grabbing my brothers and then I jumped out the window. After jumping. I landed on the platform again. Then it carried me and my brothers to safety. Then, after all this had happened. I woke up.