"So smallun. where are you from?" noah said. "well..." smallun responded. "it is a long story. when i was--" smallun was cut off by noah. "make it short. thats what i want." 'ok, well, i was out on the feild i worked in, when a large, specifically purple, pulse of magic came and pulled me here. i have lived here in the forest for 6 years." "huh. thats interesting. well, smallun. why are you an assassin?" "well, it was a raid. they came. they killed my parents. i wanted to get revenge... so i got it. i have killed many people. but i wish to NOT harm the pony race! please, dont hurt me!" noah laughed and laughed. "hu- hurt you? im sorry, but i find that funny. well, you are not trained in the mind of the pony, so i will give you a break. how about a little walk around? catch some of your breath back. come on! ill show you around ponyveill." smallun got up. "FINALLY!! hey, your pretty cool. whats your name?" "Noah. Galenoah, to be polite." smallun shook hoof and hand. "nice to meet you." Noah got up. guards, release him. lets go for a walk, shall we?" and off they went.