Celestia stalked through the castle corridors in search of her sister.  Two dozen of the Royal guard accompanied her in an impressive formation.  They hindered her progress a bit, but some small part of her was grateful for their protection.  She did not fear the creature, but it did have a nasty habit of throwing proverbial monkey wrenches into her plans.  She located her sister’s presence with a quick and easy spell.  Luna's aura blazed like a bright sun amongst dim stars. An unusual testament, given her position as the Princess of the Night.  Luna was in the dungeon and Celestia felt a pang of dread.  Nothing said “good first impression” like a dungeon.  Yet the beast seemed to be doing everything in his power to be placed there.  Luna’s presence suddenly disappeared.  