Later on that night, PMC is in her room, putting the finishing touches to the bow in her mane and tail. Zeeb, however, decided to use his false alicorn royalty status to take a blimp to Ponyville. Once she is done, she tells her wyvern goodbye and steps out in front of the castle, waiting for Artemis. Zeeb's fiery mane gets brighter as he watches Luna raise the moon. "It's been ages since I've seen her do that." he says to himself. Once she finishes, she flies down to her daughter and they talk. Zeeb pays attention to the task at hand and lands in the small town. The only sound heard in Ponyville is crickets chirping. He trots to the library and knocks on the door. The door opens and the librarian, looking very tired, says, "Sorry sir, we are closed...."
"Oh, I'm sorry." He turns and shows her his horn and wings without making it look like he's showing off. "Oh, you're royalty! I'm sorry! Come in!" He turns back and trots in. "Thank you. I promise that I won't disturb your rest."
"It's fine. Take all the time you need." She goes back to her desk. "Where are all your history books? I would like one that tells of all of pony history."
"At that shelf right there." She points with her hoof. "Thank you." He nods and picks out the largest book and sits down with it. He uses his mind to control his magic and manages to manipulate the book to turn pages at will. She does paperwork while waiting for him to finish. "There are no references to our kind at all..." he mutters just loud enough for the librarian to hear.
"What's that?"
"There is no reference to the Emerald Sea Ponies?"
"Emerald Sea ponies?"
"Aye. I'm from there. Emerald Island."
"Interesting....."
"Aye. There is nothing... Maybe it's because our expedition wasn't recorded properly." The librarian shows no interest to him. He closes the book and asks where her oldest books are. She gets out a big fat dusty book from her desk. "This is the oldest book here." He takes it and looks through it, skimming it. She sighs and returns to doing her work. He stops at a section where several pages had been ripped out. "I can't believe it!"
"Believe what?" She sounds bored instead of curious. He slams the book shut and stomps out. She jumps straight up. "Well, I say..." He gets even more angry and his mane flares up more. The Ponyvillians are woken up by the light. A few of them look out the windows. "How dare she erase all of that history?! How DARE she destroy what we have done for her kind?! HOW DARE SHE?!" He stomps his hooves and his mane bursts up like an erupting volcano. All of the ponies cry out and a few go back inside their house. He settles down and just goes to the park. He lays down in the grass and stays there for the whole night.
In the morning, PMC is searching the castle just to find him. "Morning Princess, Are ye lookin' fer sometin'?" a guard asks. "Yes, do you know where Fyre Mane is?"
"You mean the royal with fire fer a mane?"
"Yes! That's the one! You know where he is?"
"'E took a blimp ta Ponyville. 'E 'asn't returned yet t'ough."
"Thank you!" She teleports to Ponyville, calling out his name. "Are you looking for the fire maned pony?" a filly asks. "Yes dear. Have you seen him?"
"He woke us all up last night and I saw him in the park."
"Thank you!" She flies there in less than a minute. Zeeb is found under a tree sleeping. She sighs and and lifts him on her back carefully and flies back to the castle. He snorts as he sleeps. She reaches her balcony and trots inside her room, laying him on her bed. He moans. "Hmm?" She walks up to him, trying to hear. "Why did you erase us?" He groans. "Erase us? Who's us?" She pauses and shakes her head. "I better not worry about it." She looks at her left wing. "Oh, this stupid thing isn't folding up again...." He rolls over and falls off the bed. She rolls her eyes and levitates him back on. He wakes up and stretches. "Morning." She smiles as she rubs the base of her wing with her hoof. "Hello." He rolls over on his hooves. She smiles and stops rubbing. "Now, lets try again.." She tries to fold the wing, but fails. "It won't fold?"
