An average-sized book floated perpetually above the monument. A circle of moon phases decorated the leather cover, the spine of the tome lined with expertly woven black fur. An expertly carved fang, seemingly from a wolfpony, hung on a string and acting as a bookmark. The same mist escaped hastily from between the worn pages. His eyes widened at the sight of it.

“Finally…” he mused out loud, stepping gingerly towards the ancient artifact. “I-I’ll be cured! I won’t hurt anypony anymore!” he sputtered, standing directly in front of the pedestal.

“Hurry, Moon! Ah don’t like it here…” Apple Bloom begged. Echoes and whispers began to surround the area.

“Y-Yeah! There’s something off about this place!” Sweetie Belle added, standing back to back with her two friends. Wolfish eyes appeared out of the shadows, one by one. More and more appeared, staring intently at the three fillies. The mist seemed to intensify.

Their pleas didn’t reach Fullmoon’s ears. All he could hear were the thoughts scrambling in his head. My saving grace lies right in this book. I just need to grab it. He slowly reached out to it. As he did, the mist began to thicken even more. A plethora of mysterious eyes continued to stare at the Crusaders.

“M-Moon, hurry!” Scootaloo called, only to have her shout fall on deaf ears as his hoof touched the book. They shrieked as they watched what happened next.