The cowering foals squeezed the centre of the chalk star as it slowly circled around them, its torch held aloft as the smoke above them finally dissipated. “Which of you dares to summon me from my eternal rest?” he demanded. All ten of them remained quiet for a full minute as it completely a circuit. It snarled. “Who dares summon me back from the clutches of death itself!?” They all shouted in fright, and somepony pushed Golden Eye out front. She looked back in alarm before looking up at the human in terror. “Is it thou? Dost thou think thyself my master?” it said, leveling a clawed finger at her, its voice full of contempt. “What is thine name, pony?”